Title: Never Kiss A Boy On The First Date
Fandoms: NCIS, BtVS/AtS
Prompt: off panpolyboygirl
's generator, "kissing, near a cemetery"
Kissing near a cemetery has its own peculiar charm, not just because it's so goth but because it's quiet, peaceful, and romantic because it makes you glad you're alive. Not that you're glad the people in there are dead, but there you have it. Plus, they're the only two people here, Abby says to her date after their first kiss, which was drawn out and lasted a few good minutes in the shade of the cemetery wall, not that there's any shade because it's night, and this street is dark. Who'd walk here, so close to a cemetery, after midnight? Except goth couples, of course, out for a romantic stroll.
Her date smiles and nods, and bends to kiss her again. She's on platforms, but he's tall. Tall, dark, handsome, and she loves his coat. She doesn't love that he only told her his first name, and that's probably a made-up name too, but she doesn't really care because it was just a date; she met him in a club, and they went out for a walk in the fresh air, where they could kiss and maybe make out later without people staring at them and making rude remarks. She hates making out in clubs. Too many opinions.
They kiss some more and walk down the lane until they're right in front of the old iron gates. He leans against the wall and runs his hand over her pigtails.
"So Abby," he says and smiles, and she can see the twinkle in his eyes even though it's even darker here, "do you believe in vampires?"
She sighs impatiently and just like that, all the magic is out of it. Not another wannabe idiot with a Dracula fetish and fake teeth hidden in his pocket, please. "Not really," she says. "I'm a scientist, you know."
He nods. "Didn't know that, actually," he says, and shrugs.
"Let's go back," she says and turns around. He holds her arm and she turns fast on her heels with her hand in her purse, ready to grab her mace and spray him if he tries anything.
"Let's not," he says and smiles through a mouthful of fangs, and his features are twisted and his eyes don't just twinkle, they glow
. Bright and golden like some strange yellow chemical fire. She screams but no one's around to hear it, sprays him but he only shakes his head like it was water and laughs. He hauls her into the cemetery and she kicks him but he holds her fast. He drags her between the tombstones until they're in the middle of the graveyard, and everything here is so dark she can't see the ground at all. She stumbles on something and twists her ankle, and hates that she hissed out loud and he knows she hurt herself.
"So Abby, let me ask you again," he whispers against her throat and she doesn't feel his breath, any breath at all. "Do you believe in vampires?"
She can't even scream when his fangs sink deep.