Caravan buddies :DDDDDD

He stared at him, completely in awe.

"B-but my boyfriend..." He stammered, recalling his douchey boyfriend. He had always killed his victims claiming it was the only way.

"...Your boyfriend must have lied, then." He stated, shrugging once again and seating himself on his bed again.

"HE'S NOT BOYFRIEND!" He said defensively. "I-I MEAN...SHUT UP!'

He shielded his face with his snakes, embarrassed.

"...I guess my point is that I am not going to kill people, and I am not not going to kill you." He sighed.

He peaked out from his hair.

"...W-well, good! You can't kill me anyway, I'd just bite you and you'd die!"

"Okay. I didn't plan on killing you." He shrugged.

"Well...that would be a first, then." He muttered awkwardly.

"...Why would I? I only recently met you, and aside from your immediate distrust, you don't seem to be too awful of a person." He gave a very slight smile. "You are also kind of... cute."

He stared, but his face had turned a peculiar shade of red. His hair all burrowed into the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"Y-you are not allowed to say that!" He insisted, turning away. "You are still an awful person!"

He sat down on his bed, facing the wall. Stupid man, causing him to blush.

The vampire gave a soft chuckle to himself, shaking his head and smiling as he curled up in his own bed.

-x-

(Murder attempt #2!!)

Yes, this time he was certain it would work. Instead of little tacks, he had drenched the bed in holy water and garlic. Now the entire caravan smelled horrible, but luckily, he had a very dulled sense of smell.

Park stepped inside and curled his nose, frowning. "...Did you let Cecil come in here? It smells horrible." He remarked.

"It does?" He asked, legitimately oblivious. "Just lay down."

He shook his head, frowning. "...My bed is soaking wet. I'm not stupid, you know--you did this, didn't you? Holy water and garlic do thing to me."

His face brightened.

"I was right?!" He asked happily. "YES!"

He waggled his hips happily. "I knew it! Now you'll die!"

(oh typos.....XD)

"...You realize that I am not going to simply lie down? I'll just have Dragomir move it for me." He furrowed his brow. "...You are a strange man."

"Wh-what? But I spent so long finding all of that stuff!" He insisted angrily.

"...I'm sorry? But I prefer living." He shrugged lightly.

He glared at him angrily.

"That's not fair! You deserve to die, because you're you!"

"...You have known me for how long? Less than a month?" He cocked his head. "...And you hate me purely for my vampirism?"

"Of course! You must be a terrible person because of it!" He insisted. "It turned you into a terrible person!"

"....I was turned when I was fourteen. I have matured as a person, and become an adult. I do not harm anyone that does not permit it. How am I terrible?"
His steely glare rivaled Moriarty's.

"...no." He replied nonsensically. "B-because you are a terrible person! Because I say so!"

"....I, er, I see." He muttered, furrowing his brow. "....I'm going to get this taken care of."

-x-

(Attempt #3. XD)

The third attempt was just weak. He had ductaped a stake to the bed, and waited. The blankets didn't hide it, and it was so obvious.

Moriarty was laughing at him, but he didn't care. He didn't really want to hurt Park, anyway, anymore.