#everyone's dreaming nasty stuff in this house lol. meanwhile andrew was p dreaming he was killing and murdering everyone

[stabbyfoxandrew]

vampdrew for wipw please!!!

WIP Wednesday (1/22) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 211)

ANDREW

Andrew is the first to wake the next morning. The air conditioning is rumbling through the vents but other than that it's silent. Everyone else is dreaming. Except Neil. Andrew still can't get a reading on that bastard. Just white noise and static no matter how he tries to shove his way through. The others though, are loud and clear. And much more than Andrew needs to know. Regardless, his being conscious means he gets a brainful.

Aaron's dream involves more lipstick and ponytail and skin than Andrew likes to think about. He kicks the door down and jumps out of Aaron's head only to find Nicky dreaming that Erik is some sort of sexy werewolf, which he also doesn't want to think about. So Andrew leaps away from that one too, landing in Kevin's deluded little mind where he should've started.

Surprisingly, thankfully, Kevin's dream does not involve anything remotely sexual. He's dreaming of stick ball. Andrew rolls his eyes, of course he is. Since it is from Kevin's perspective, he's watching balls fly towards himself in the goal. Hearing his own laugh while blocking Kevin's every attempt to score. While Dream-Kevin is annoyed, he's still determined. He keeps firing shots and getting rejected every time.

"Only in his dreams do I give a fuck about this stupid sport," the real Andrew sighs out, watching this stupidity. He's a vampire, so yes he could block all those shots. Blindfolded, probably. But he wouldn't. Dream-Kevin finally gets pissed off and hurls his racquet at Dream-Andrew, who catches it before letting it clatter to the ground.

"That's not in the rule book."

"Fuck the rule book."

Dream-Andrew gasps, grips his own chest. "Do my ears deceive me? Kevin Day renouncing the rules of his mother's game?"

"Bite me."

"Gladly." Dream-Andrew says with a fangy grin. His eyes flash gold as he saunters forward— Real Andrew doesn't recall ever sauntering in his entire fucking life. Is this how Kevin sees him? As something desirable, even sultry? Andrew laughs aloud.

"You have to chase me first." Dream-Kevin whispers. And... Wait a second. This dream might be sexual after all. Yes, it definitely is about to be. 

Andrew pulls himself out of it as much as he can, letting all three dreams fade to the background of his own head. He sits in his bed, thinks about chasing Kevin around for a solid five minutes, then makes himself get up and get dressed. Well, halfway anyhow. Because his shirt is downstairs.