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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten. Twice Stupid prt.7

“Lance? It’s Shiro, can I come in?”

Lance felt as if he was dying. Unable to remember how he got back to his room, he’d gotten the shock of his life, sure he’d looked like a bat when his eyes had flicked over his reflection in the window. He couldn’t turn this into a goddamn bat, he wasn’t that powerful. He was losing his shit because he’d gone and poisoned himself. Running a fever, his body felt uncomfortably warm for a change, sheets all gross and sweaty as his body burnt through the mercury and silver.

Curled up in the foetal position, Shiro was the last person Lance wanted to see... after Keith. Keith could kindly go fuck himself sideways before exiting his home and never returning. Maybe in feigned sleeping, Shiro would take the hint, take his brother, then get the hell off his property. Only... Shiro didn’t. Lance cringing at the sound of Shiro’s footsteps across his floor, his senses hyper stimulated from the fresh blood

“Lance?”

Apparently he had to make some motions of still being in the land of living...

“Ugh...”

The word summed up every molecule that comprised him

“Lance, it’s Shiro...”

Someone give the man a damn prize for knowing his own name

“What is it?”

Lance’s bed dipped, Shiro violating the sanctity of his bed. A cool hand went to his forehead

“Shit, you’re burning up”

No shit. He’d poisoned himself

“I know”

“Can I get you anything?”

Lance couldn’t help but let out a rough bark of laughter. What was this? “Saint Shiro” to the rescue?

“No”

“Oh... Um... Keith’s awake. I didn’t tell him...”

“Take him and leave”

“Lance...”

“Take him and get out of here”

“I... Lance, I need to know, did Keith turn. He says he feels different”

Because Keith embodied stupidity. He wasn’t a damn vampire, Lance hadn’t given him any of his blood

“He’s fine”

“Lance, please. He’s my brother. Look, I brought you up a blood pack. Please drink it. We need to talk”

“Nothing to talk about unless it’s to say goodbye”

“I’m trying to meet you half way”

“Meet me half way?! I had to suck your brother’s blood like the nasty blood sucker I am. Human’s and vampires are two totally separate creatures. Just leave me alone”

Shiro sighed at him

“Please drink the blood. I promise I haven’t done anything to it. You’re the only one who knows what Keith is going through right now. I don’t know if I should say this, but Hunk messaged your to confirm tonight...”

Tonight... that was supposed to be... ugh, he’d lost a damn day thanks to Keith. Shit, he wanted to die. His teeth hurt so much he wanted to cry. When he’d turned all his teeth had fallen out, feeling like shards of glass pushing through his raw and bleeding as they’d regrown. That hadn’t been fun at all. Worst was when his Mami couldn’t touch the blood, or help him with his teeth problems thanks to painkillers doing jack shit. Fuck. Now he needed to drink the blood, or Hunk would worry himself sick over Lance’s health. He could always say he caught a cold, but tonight Hunk and Shay would be hanging out somewhere outside the roadhouse, and that came far, far, far, in front of Keith’s temper tantrum over a bite, that wasn’t even a damn bite. He’d wracked his brain to the point he swore it hurt to think. Keith had broken his teeth, but his lips seemed fine.

“I’ll, let you be, but please. I know my brother isn’t the nicest of people on the outside, but don’t hate him for doing his job”

Seeing his job was to kill Lance, surely a little bit of hatred was acceptable. His very being had been stomped on by Keith’s nasty arse blood.

When Shiro left, Lance slowly sipped at the blood pack. Shiro was just a man looking out for his little brother. He should have educated Keith better, heck, these “Blades of Marmora” should have educated Keith better. Keith would know if he was turning, the fever alone would have been a dead give away. The fever, the pain, the agony... All memories he didn’t want to relive. Stupid Keith and his stupid mullet were forcing back the things best left in the past, and the damn wanker had no idea as he over exaggerated his dramatic lying arse off. God knew he didn’t want to get out of bed, but Hunk was coming... and Shiro... he had to talk to Shiro about getting Keith out his house. Fuck being an adult.

Going through the motions, Lance forced himself into the shower where the water stung at his skin. He brushed his teeth, noticing the chipped tooth had fallen out with its replacement already starting to grow in. Then he bundled himself up into as many layers as he damn well could, including hit gloves and beanie, because his damn body was still sick as a dog. Trudging down the stairs, each step fell heavy, hopefully annoying Keith, but mostly because his body felt like lead.

Walking was reduced to a shuffle, Lance shuffling into his kitchen to find Shiro looking lost. Greeeeeat. He couldn’t even pretend to human in peace

“What are you doing?”

Shiro jumped, his hand going up to the back of his head to scratch nervously

“I... thought I’d cook something for Keith, but I don’t know where anything is”

Lord save him. Both of them were idiots

“There’s soup in the freezer, but wait, I’m a blood sucker, it’s probably fucking tainted”

Shiro’s chest fell, kind of like when your winded and that tightness settles there

“Lance...”

“Don’t pretend, it only makes it worse. I can tell you’re disgusted by my existence as it is”

Shiro sighed

“Lance, can we shelved the hostility for now. My brother is sick, and I don’t know what do. I’m not going to try make an excuse, I can’t promise that Keith won’t try to kill you again, but I have the feeling that maybe you’re closer to human than some other vampires. You said you’d never drunk human blood before, but we found bags...”

Now he was being miss quoted. Shiro probably thought he knew better because he looked older, fucking wanker got to grow old and grow up

“Because I get them from the resource centre. What I said was I’ve never fed on a human. An actual, real life, warm blood bag under my teeth. I was fine before you two turned up and now my whole life has gone to shit. Your brother is a fucking idiot. Charging in like that was reckless. If it wasn’t me he was attacking, a vampire would have snapped his neck in an instant. And his blood, I’m going to be sick just thinking about it. Don’t let him do it again”

Overcome with a wave dizziness, Lance stumbled to the closest kitchen chair, gripping the top a tad too hard as the wood began to buckle under his fingers

“Do you need help?”

“What the fuck do you think? I’ve got a dinner party tonight I haven’t even started cooking for, let alone shopped for. I’ve got two goddamn hunters in my house, one of which is the biggest idiot alive. I’ve missed out on two days work, and I feel totally and utterly dead”

Lance wasn’t pleased when Shiro started laughing, his glare ice cold as he looked up towards the man

“You feel “utterly dead”... that’s a good one”

“If you’re going to make jokes, you can get the fuck out of my house”

Shiro sobered his laughter, his face softening

“Look. Keith’s new to all of this. He’s been with the Blades a little while now, but this was his first solo mission. I was supposed to remain in a purely supervisory role. He’s hot headed and he thinks he’s got something to prove. Yes, we set you up. We followed you back here with the intention of killing you that night, but the chance slipped away with Hunk and Pidge here. No. He doesn’t trust vampires, but he does have his reasons. You’re not like any of the previous vampires we’ve met...”

“You mean to say you don’t think I’m “Bloodsucking vermon”? Geez, if only someone had tried to tell you that much, or you know, shown you hospitality when he stupidly believed you had no place to go. Keith won’t want anything touched by a vampire, so get your shit together, we’ll need to go shopping”

“Are you sure...”

Shiro trailed off, Lance not in the mood for bullshit

“Am I sure, what?”

“That you should be going out in your current condition”

“If you think I’m going to rip the throats out of every human I pass by, I swear to god I’ll stab you with your stupid human blades. Honestly, the worst that does is a mild allergic reaction”

Shiro raised an eyebrow

“Now, what?”

“Normally vampires react much differently to silver”

“Normally vampires aren’t fucking turned against their goddamn will”

This snarked reply shut Shiro right up. Guilt clouded his handsome face. Yeah. That was right. He wasn’t fucking born like this. And if he could go back in time he’d rather be “unborn” all together

“I... didn’t know...”

“Then maybe next time research your goddamn targets. Your brother is the first only damn time I’ve fed on a human in my life. And now he’s gone and fucking ruined that. 36 fucking years for nothing”

Shiro opened his mouth, Lance glaring at him again

“What?”

“I was going to ask how old are you?”

“44. I’m 44. Sorry, not an old vampire, just a tired a one. Get my damn keys, there’s no way I’m letting you drive”

Lance’s driving left much to be desired, Shiro gripping the “Oh, Jesus” bar above the whole trip. So the man could handle hunting down vampires and other supernatural beasts, but couldn’t handle a little aggressive driving? God. Give him a break. Parking his bronco with more of a stall than a park, Lance took personal offence to Shiro’s deep sign of relief. They wouldn’t need to go out if he and Keith hadn’t crashed his damn life

“Lance?”

Yeah, he was slightly over the lines, but that could be explained away to anyone asking by the fact he wasn’t wearing his glasses

“Close enough is good enough. Look, I’m going to say this now, but I’m sorry I’m being such a shitty person. I’m lashing out and that’s not okay, because I’m freaking the fuck out, and I’m sick. I can’t cancel dinner because tonight is finally the night Hunk’s gonna ask Shay out, so everything has to be perfect. They’ve been doing this awkward dance for something like a year now. Hunk’s the sunshine of my life, but the man is as clueless as a potato. Him and Shay are pining for each other so damn hard that if you ruin this for them, I will castrate you. You and Keith popped in to thank me for the help and collect the camera Keith forgot, despite the fact you really didn’t have to come by as I would have driven it up to you. I invited you to stay for dinner because I’m not an arsehole. If Pidge asks, I had no power because one of the repair guys knocked a wire loose, keep it vague. They have absolutely no idea what I am, and I don’t want either of them hurt. I would rather you just murder me on the spot than have those two hurt. They know nothing about that world, other than the rumours. So you and Keith need to keep your shit together tonight and go back to hating me tomorrow. And fuck... you ruined my fucking living room...”

“I’m sorry about that”

“You’re not really, so don’t make like you are. Let’s get this done, I need to hide the evidence before it makes my friends worry”

Shiro kept his mouth shut as they entered the local supermarket. Lance wincing at the light, before something dark slid over his head. Blinking, he realised he now had sunglasses on, and rounded Shiro, to once again have a go at the man

“Sorry, I noticed your sensitivity... I didn’t mean... shit... we really got off on the wrong foot”

Fucking Shiro... he felt enough of a dick as it was. Taking a deep breath, he slowly released it. Why did Shiro have to be nice? He was already good looking, couldn’t he share the talents out?

“Sorry. Okay. I know. I’m being a dick. I don’t mean to keep... god... English is so damn hard. Once the blood’s had time to do its thing, my mood swings should be better. I like you better than your brother, but forgive me if I’m not immediately jumping into yours and claiming friendship. I’m not used to anyone knowing what I am, nor am I used to being cared for. Thank you, for the glasses. It helps”

“No. That you’d help us, even after turning Keith... it’s incredible”

“Keith isn’t a vampire”

“You bit him...”

“He punched me in the mouth then threw a tantrum”

“Are you sure?”

“That he punched me in the mouth? My damn tooth is regrowing as we speak”

“But...”

“Whatever's going on with Keith, it’s psychological”

“Would you know, if you did...?”

“We’d all know. Now, grab a trolley. You’re in charge of feeding Keith. I don’t know what you both like and don’t like. Hunk will come over early to help, he always does”

Shiro chuckled, patting Lance on the shoulder

“You’re getting cranky again. It’s alright, Lance. We’ll get things ready in time”

“Easy for you to say. Oh, man... Do you even know how to cook?”

Shiro shrugged

“I haven’t burned a house down... yet. How hard can it be?”

Lance deflated like a popped ballon, his hand coming to rub at his forehead in attempt to rub out the headache lingering there. Thank god Hunk was coming to the house early. Shiro and Keith were both going to pull their own weight if they expected him to help, starting with Hunk giving Shiro a crash course in how not to burn a house down using a gas stove.

#once bitten twice stupid #klance #laith #mpreg mentioned in the future #vampire Lance #idiot keith #vld #vld au #ashratherose #on ao3

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