I Guess He's Cute? (0/0) (VampirexWerewolf) (Romance) (OPEN!)

(Ahhhck. I wanted him to see her smack into the window and be all like 'what the fuck that was too big to be a biiiird. Oh well)

(OOf, sorry. . .)

(It's aight. I'll work with it still)

(Bump?)

(I'M SORRY I WAS TIRED STRESSED STUPID AND FORGETFUL FORGIVE ME!)

((oh don't worry about it?))

Valentina, loved sunsets. It was a guilty pleasure of hers. She would hide behind her thick velvet curtains and watch them right before going to bed for the day, watching her room become awash in the vibrant colors of a new day. And while watching this, she saw the werewolf, and now she knew he was a wolf with the ears that poked through the thin hood of the hoodie. This ruined her sunset, so she quickly threw the curtains closed and went to bed immediately, secretly hoping he'd move out.

Dominic closed his eyes, enjoying the light of the early morning. His ears twitched ever so slightly, and he heard people walking towards his direction. His ears lay flat against his head, and he pulled the back over his ears. Then he realized the pointed stares they were giving him, Somethings wrong, I need to get back home. He stood up and startedto walk away from the bench, hurrying home, hoping that they weren't following him. After a while, he figured that he had lost them, and he hurried into his apartment building running up the stairs, then into his apartment. He closed the doors behind him, then locked them, making sure that every single door and window were locked, "Good lord, what's going on?" he hoped that nothing had happened, and that no one had figured out what he truly was, and if they had, that they would leave him alone.

Valentina couldn't sleep. He was on her mind. If he wasn't a werewolf he'd totally be her type but nonetheless, those ears just put her on edge. They were slobbery messy beasts who tore apart cities and were ungraceful and indescreet in their kills. She'd seen them, when she was young. They could hardly survive without a pack, so they were weak. But he had charming eyes and a bear hug sorta look, and seemed like a shy gentleman. She kept tossing the coin back and forth in her mind. Then she remembered. She moved here because her family disowned her. Because she wanted to move out and explore the world. So in retrospect, her family was fucked up in the mind. This brought her a conclusion, so she grabbed a black piece of parchment paper and wrote out in spindly spider writing. Dearest Dominic. For the strangest reasons I have found myself running you in rewind through my mind. Those big deep eyes have drowned me in your oceans and I dare say that little smile of yours makes me want to smile back. If you can figure out which of the tenants in this building has sent this to you, then it proves you are at least smarter than I figured as well. And brains ahead of beauty. She then signed it. With expectation, from someone you think you know but never truly will. She then slipped it into a plain white envelope, and headed down the stairs. Did she honestly love him? No. But. Anything to mess with her family. (For now) She took a breath, slid the envelope under his door, knocked on it, and was up the stairs and into her apartment in the blink of an eye.

He had just finished locking all the doors and barricading it out of nervousness when he heard a knock on the door, Good Lord, who the hell could this be? He waited about ten minutes, hoping that whoever it was would just go away, or would knock again if it was serious. Not hearing anyone else coming or going, he began to move the boxes and chairs out from in front of the door, then looked out the peephole. He didn't see anyone, so he figured it'd be alright, but just to play it safe, he reached for his pocket knife. He slowly opened the door and popped his head out, looking around, not seeing anyone, and closed the door again. He started to walk towards the kitchen to make something to eat, when something white caught his eye. He stooped down and picked up the envelope, turning it over to see who it was from. But the front was left blank, he shuddered a little bit, thinking about what that could mean. But his curiousity got the better of him, and he quickly opened the envelope. He skimmed over the contents of the letter and his jaw dropped, "A love letter? Who the heck would send me something like this?" He mumbled to himself, thoroughly confused and weirded out, at least more than usual. He walked over to the couch, still clutching the letter and reread it. I don't really know anyone in this building except the doorman, but he's old and straight, his wife, but again, old and hates me for no apparent reason, the landlord, but again, he's straight and happily married, and. . .I don't know anyone else except. . . Oh dear Lord, it couldn't be. He reread the letter again, and a lump in his throat formed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, "That girl upstairs? But she hates me. . ." He mulled over what to do for a couple minutes before coming up with a decent idea, I'll just avoid her at all costs from now on. Then he remembered what he was, I was always called the runt of the pack, the omega, it's time to fix that, time to be a man. He stood up, checked how he looked in the mirror, then headed up the stairs towards Valentina's apartment. Then, he stopped in his tracks, No, I should probably bring something, like a gift. He quickly rushed to the nearby flower shop that was down the block and then rushed bac to Valentina's apartment, now properly armed. Just knock, just start a converstion, be a man.

Valentina, had drawn all the curtains closed. The heavy curtains made everything pitch black and since she was a vampire she could see in the dark. Currently she curled up in her favorite arm chair, reading quite a thick book. She didn't think he'd ever figure it out. There was many a mystery in this apartment building and it was fairly large. The only noise that could be heard was the crackle of an old gramophone playing orchestra music. It was slow and baritone, and very haunting in nature. Of course she listened to music like that. She wore pajama's, which was a thin silky black nightgown. It was meant for more sexual purposes but she liked the softness of it, and how easily the wind went through, so she wore it casually, humming along to the music.

Dominic quietly knocked on the door, hoping that she would respond and that he was right with his guess. He could hear the music playing quietly in her apartment, and was sort of enjoying, although it was a bit scary, not exactly his type of music, but it was nice all together. Not sure if she had heard him knocking, he gently knocked again, waiting to hear footsteps coming towards the door. Nervously, he adjusted his hoodie, fixing it to cover his ears, even though they were lying flat against his head. "Hello?" He called, in hopes that she would hear, "Uhm, it's me, Dominic, the guy you yelled at yesterday?"

Valentina got up, and headed to the door, completely forgetting about what she was wearing. Her finger was stuck in the place where she left off in her book, which dangled down at her legs as she opened the door. "Oh. It's you." She now how to play it like she didn't like him, see if he'd be fooled and run off of her trail. "What's with the flowers? Need help charming a girl?" She now wondered if he had figured out what SHE was. That thought alone buried deep in her skin. Would she have to move again? She hoped not.

Dominic saw what she was wearing and a dark blush rose to his cheeks, Yeah, if she's wearing that, there must be someone else.. . .But, it's worth a shot, you didn't just pay twenty dollars for some stupid boquet. Taking a deep breath, and keeping eye contact with her he started to speak, "Uhm, a little while ago I-I got this letter." He started to mumble a little bit, then his voice raised again, "And I was pretty sure it came from you, although I'm not sure why." He handed her the letter so that she could read it, "If it's not you, then I've probably made things terribly awkward between us and I apologize, but if it is, I'd just like you to tell me why you feel that way, or what you even see in me."

She looked at the flowers and grabbed them, smelling them. "Mmm…roses. My favorite." She said softly, before walking into her apartment. She flicked on a light so Dominic could see, not really sure the abilities of a werewolf when it came to night vision, and she set them down on the table right next to the chair. "Did you not read the letter?" She asked, trying to buy up some time to come up with a few reasons.

The slightly frazzeled man nodded still standing outside the apartment, not really realizing that he had been somewhat invited in. It took him a second, but he soon walked into the apartment, and just stood there, feeling very awkward and extremely nervous, "I-I did read it, and I was very confused." He took a breath, trying to mantain his composure, "I-I just wanted to know why you sent that to me, especially after how I behaved yesterday. I shouldn't have walked into your apartment." He added hastily, noting how the objects were in a different place from where they were the day before. "And, I'm also not used to this sort of thing."

"I like your doofy nature. While yes treading into my place like that bothered me, it's been swept under the rug." She still had her heavy Victorian accent as she spoke. "And you're cute, and you seem awful sweet. I do apologize for being so rude as of late. I've just been stressed with my studies." It was best to not reveal her hatred and what she knew, deciding to lay under the radar for now.

Dominic was blushing heavily as the woman spoke, Me cute? I'm just an idiot. . . He sighed softly, not knowing how to respond to what she was saying, "T-than you? Y-you seem r-rather nice yourself. . ." He started to walk into the apartment a little more, "I just uhm. . ." He looked down at his feet, "I appreciate it."

"Well I'm glad. I do everything with a very pointed plan to it. I'm an exact nature sort of person. I don't think I'm nice though. Cruel and vile, not nice. But thank you nonetheless." She smiled and sat back in her chair. "Is there another reason you came up here?" She asked quizzically as she opened up the book, and looked at him.

Dominic could definetly belive the cruel and vile part, he had seen so much of it the day before, but it almost seemed as though it was simply a facade, that she wasn't that scary. But he wasn't for sure, and he didn't want to find out that he was wrong just yet. It seemed as though he had been dismissed, so he began to walk away, then he heard her voice once more, "N-no, not really, I was just curious, but, curiousity does have its risks." He said as he fixed his hood again, "Would you like me to leave you be now?"

"Well no. Stay a moment. And close the door. I'm allergic to sunlight." She said this as she grabbed a blanket and covered herself with it. "No? Questions of asking a lady out or anything? Just going to send flowers and let things die there?" She asked, with an obviously offended tone of voice.

He looked down at his feet again, visibly embarrased at this point. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, closing the door and walking back to her, "I-I. . .you're right. Would you care to perhaps go somewhere to eat, or meet me someplace, it's all up to you." He said quietly, his ears perking up a little bit in hopefulness that she might not turn him down, especially since she had somewhat made it clear that she might be interested in doing so. He fixed the hoodie again, and smiled sheepsihly, "But only if you'd care to do so."

She noticed the ears and immediately her eyes glued to them, making it obvious she saw. She then let a smile reveal her fangs. "I will let you decide all of that. You are the one asking after all, and any true gentleman would know exactly how to treat a lady." She nodded once as her wide smile shrunk to just a small soft one, and she got up, and changed the record out of the gramophone to a different one. This was more of a waltz, and she settled back into her chair.

His ears flattened against his head when he realized she had seen, then when he saw her fangs, the waves of nervousness he had been feeling earlier came rushing back. Oh god, what am I getting myself into? Why did I come talk to her? She could kill me right now if she wants to, after all they hate us oh so much. A shiver of terror went down his spine, and he looked down at her, and took a few steps back when she stood up. But when she didn't do anything, he realized that he was safe, "I'll plan something nice then." He mumbled, and began to leave, not knowing what to do, he was honestly just that dumb sometimes.

"Oh and Werewolf, do be careful of where you step on my lines. One wrong move and all it'd take is a swift movement of my claws against your jugular, and well. Gone just like the rest." She then went into her fridge and pulled out a thing of blood, which she stabbed a straw into and began to drink. "I don't bite anyone, so at least you're safe there. Be careful. I will see you hopefully soon. I don't have school or work every Tuesday night, and well I can't go out in the day…I just thought that was important for you to know." She went over to the door and opened it. "Until then, good day."

Dominic shuddered, and he started to break out into a cold sweat. At this moment, he was regretting all of his life descisions, Why oh why oh why did I choose this building out of all the buildings in the city? Why did I have to just make sure that she was alright when all that noise was. . . He sighed softly, feeling like a fool, which was growing to be a more and more common thing for him. Well, at least she doesn't need someone to feed on, if thatwas her only reason for wanting to send that letter, then that would be awkward, and plus being bitten. . .No, just no. . . "G-good day," he managed to say, his voice sounding like a squeak, and then he left, walking down the hall in a daze. Completely lost and wondering why he done something like this, and how he was going to stay alive. Maybe I'll just move! But no, she'd probably find me and kill me. . .I guess I'm stuck. ..

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(I promise you the tab is open on my phone with a half finished response I've been figuring out how to finish it)

(If you'd like, I can change it a bit, perhaps timeskip to an awkward run in between the two?))

(naw. It's aight)