Wednesday, October 9, 2013

The Wolf And The Bat: Part One.

(Fan fiction for Vamplust. Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and his OC, Vamp.)

The Drunken Reaper was slow tonight, only a few people coming and going. "Give me another!" A voice shouted at the bar, liquor staining his voice. Vamp, the bat was a regular at the reaper. Usually drinking down the entire bar, or trying to at least. "No more. You're drunk." Camille said solidly, the woman unmoving. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Vamp slowly asked getting up. Camille quickly pinned him to the floor with a dagger to his throat. "Easy way? Hard way?" She asked calmly.

"Enough! Get him his drink." A deep voice called out from the back. A few seconds after not moving an inch from her position, she drew back her dagger and left the smirking bat. This would be his twentieth bottle of Jack Daniels. After taking a swig he looked over Camille's shoulder. "Who was that anyway?" The bat asked. "The boss." She said, leaving the counter towards the back. Vamp heard her say "Leaving." He heard the same deep voice reply, "Good Night." Camille left as she walked out of the exit in the back.

Vamp was the only one left in the place. The clock above him read 1:03. He snorted as he drank some more of his beer. "You know, I'm not the only one here am I?" Vamp said out loud so the mystery man could hear him. "So it would seem." He suddenly heard a voice say behind the bar. He saw the man in particular in full view as he adjusted the lighting. The man was a wolf with red eyes. The first thing he noticed was his humongously muscled body. How he was wearing a black skin tight shirt and a pair of denim jeans. "Heh, now I like you instead of that psycho-bitch." Vamp said admiring the view. The wolf smirked as he took a bottle from the shelves. "It's been a long night. I hope you don't mind company." He said, pouring the bottle of Rosé into his glass.

"What it is that makes you seem like you have a stick up your ass?" Vamp asked. "Hello pot, meet kettle." The owner said in return. "Whatever big guy. You got a name?" The bat asked. "Osiris." The wolf replied after downing the rest of his drink. "You obviously have me at a disadvantage here." Osiris stated. "Vamp." The other man said. "Great. Not only am I serving drinks to a berserk car crasher, but a drunk one no less." Osiris said rolling his eyes.


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