#so surprise!!! a really long vampdrew post! (i got Inspired so yay!)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

(Collapses on the ground in shame) I THINK I FORGOT TO COME AND ASK FOR MORE OF UR WIP WEDNESDAY FOOD. WHICH MEANS NO VAMPDREW FOR MEEEEE

I will lay here until next week. - @jtl-fics

WIP Wednesday (9/13) | Vampire Andrew AU

Once they get to the rental, Kevin climbs into the passenger seat. And Andrew drops his ass into the spot behind him, content to have the entire backseat to himself. He doesn’t bother with a seatbelt, opting instead to sit sideways with his back to the door and his legs on the seat in front of him. He leans against the seat and crosses his arms, hoping to catch up on sleep.

However, that proves impossible with the two fools in the front seats thinking incredibly similar, but different exy-related things. Can’t they turn their brains off for a bit? Andrew pushes his fingers into his ears, but it doesn’t help in the slightest. Of course it doesn’t. 

Andrew drops his hands back into his lap and wonders if the vampire who changed him could tell him how to turn it off. Even if he could, there’s no way Andrew could track him down. He doesn’t even remember what he looked like, only that he was at least mildly attractive the way all his hookups were.

Andrew had seen him at Eden’s and pulled him into the back alley and— After that, it’s blank. Zip, nada, nothing. Andrew doesn’t even remember if he got to blow the guy before he was bitten. Probably not. Andrew concentrates for a moment, trying to remember his face. Andrew thinks he may have had dark hair… but it’s all so hazy. 

His memory has never failed him, so he suspects that the vampire must’ve altered it somehow. Made him forget the most important details of the night, the bastard. Andrew’s read Anne Rice, it could be possible. Not knowing exactly what took place that evening is something that keeps Andrew up most nights. And that part was worse than waking up the next day with a burning throat and aching gums.

Andrew huffs out a sigh and curses his existence for the millionth time.

‘Andrew,’ Kevin thinks suddenly, grabbing the vampire’s attention. Andrew raises a brow and Kevin looks at him in the rear view mirror. ‘You okay?’

Andrew nods subtly, then says, “Turn the radio on.”

Kevin nods and does as he’s told. To Andrew’s relief, the music helps a bit and he’s able to rest at least his eyes if not his head. After a few songs, Andrew suddenly smells blood. His eyes snap open and he feels his fangs extend automatically.

“Stop picking at your cuticles,” he hisses over Kevin’s shoulder. And Kevin drops his hands into his lap.

“Sorry!”

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