Fic: The House on the Corner of the Dead End
Title: The House on the Corner of the Dead End
Author: firetruckyouxx
Rating: R
Warnings: vampires, blood, haunted houses, AU, OOCness, mentions of character death, mentions of vampire turnings, mentions/implied sexual content
Pairing(s): vampire!Ian/Anthony
Summary: AU: Ever since Anthony was little, he's been interested in the town's known "haunted house" at the end of his block. After being dared to sleep in the haunted house overnight, he comes to a realization that the house isn't haunted after all.
Author Note: Hey! Look! Firetruckyouxx isn't dead after all! :D After 6 months of not posting, here I am! Posting a story about vampires and love and something that sounds like Twilight but is not even close because this story is badass and Twilight is most certainly not. Enjoyyyyyy mis amigos :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (espeically not Pokémon), this is all fake and as far as I know, vampires do not exist but who knows? Plus, Ian's mother and father's names are incorrect and made up, as well as Anthony's parents.
Everyone knew about the haunted house on Windshirer Road, the dead end with only five houses on it, including the Padilla family's house. Anthony Padilla was always so proud to live on the same block as one of the most talked about houses in the suburbs outside of Sacramento. He could always tell stories on the playground about weird noises and peculiar sights.
The story goes that 1838 Windshirer Road once belonged to a pleasant man named Frank Hecox back in the '80s. A woman came along, Dorothy Cellstyer, and apparently stole his heart. After a year of dating Dorothy, he asked for her hand in marriage. They soon married after that and conceived a child together four years later, naming him Ian.
One day when Dorothy was out for a drive with Ian, a semi-truck came out of nowhere and basically flattened the car, killing Dorothy and Ian, who was only three-years-old at the time, immediately. Frank quickly went into a deep depression after the love of his life and his own flesh and blood left him. On the six-month anniversary of Dorothy and Ian's deaths, Franklin committed suicide, hanging himself in Ian's old bedroom. After, no one had bought the house.
People say that you could still hear young Ian bawling, Dorothy's screams and Frank's weeping. Anthony didn't know if it was true or not but he was determined to find out sooner or later. It was on his sixteenth birthday that he did.
•-•
It was a typical dare to dare someone to go stay in the haunted house for one night. Normally, people chickened out, begging for anything other than that. The only person that stayed in 1838 Windshirer for a full night was Adam Funnelstone. After standing the house a whole night, Adam was never the same. He stopped going to school during the day and he always had this hungry, dead look in his eyes. Also, he turned pale and ice cold, like snow.
So, when Anthony and a couple of his friends were fucking around and playing Truth or Dare, it was no surprise that someone had dared Anthony to stay in the house for a night. Anthony shrugged and agreed without a second thought. If Adam could do, he could too. Worst case scenario, he turns out like Adam. Best case, he's a hero.
So, the next night Anthony, armed with a sleeping bag and a backpack full of supplies, lied to his parents and walked down the block and onto the property of 1838 Windshirer, where three of his friends were waiting for him. Anthony nodded at them as he made his way up the walk to the stairs and onto the stoop of the house. His friends gave him encouraging thumbs-ups and the brown-haired boy opened the old front door, which creaked while opening, and stepped inside.
There was something a little bit off about the atmosphere of the house but obviously, it was a haunted house after all. Anthony dropped his backpack and sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor, right next to a dusty, old couch and a very old TV that had probably seen better days. After he was settled, Anthony decided that the house was not so bad after all and whatever happened to Adam had to be coincidental.
Anthony took out his Gameboy and started to play Pokémon Silver when he heard a very subtle creaking noise. He wouldn't have noticed it but it was so close to him and the silence was so deafening that he couldn't ignore it. Anthony froze up and listened again for it. When the floor creaked again, Anthony let out a small yelp.
"Who's there?" he asked the darkness, grabbing his flashlight.
When he received no answer, he clicked the flashlight on. Pointing it right in front of him, he saw nothing. A shiver creeped up his spine. Something was terribly wrong, he could just feel it. There was another creak of the wooden floor behind him and Anthony whipped around as fast he could. Again, there was nothing there.
Convincing himself that he was being a paranoid idiot, Anthony picked up his Gameboy again though he really couldn't focus on trying to catch a Zubat. Listening for more creaking, Anthony clutched his flashlight to his chest. The instant there was even a sound, Anthony whipped around and flashed the light to the spot. It had been going on for at least ten minutes and Anthony felt like he was being played by his friends.
Rolling his eyes, Anthony decided he had enough of this bullshitting around. "Okay guys, really? It's not funny anymore, stop playing," he demanded expecting Ricky, Tyler or Nate to jump out from the other side of the room and laugh. Except that didn't happen. There was just silence and Anthony was fed up with it.
"It's not fucking funny, guys!" Anthony complained loudly, wanting to throw his flashlight at them for being annoying bastards.
"I think it is," an unfamiliar voice said from before him, causing Anthony to yelp and spin forward. "Quite frankly, I find this pretty fucking hilarious."
Anthony was frozen with shock and then finally gain back some life to point his flashlight at the fucking rude asshole who thinks it's hilarious to toy with strangers. The kid looked around Anthony's age with milky white skin and a honey brown bowl haircut. Anthony was totally confused.
"Who the fuck are you?" Anthony asked him.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing," he replied, sitting down on the dusty couch, which groaned loudly under the kid's weight. Not that he was fat or anything, the couch was just really fucking old probably.
"Did Ricky, Tyler and Nate put you up to this?" Anthony asked. "Because if they did, I swear to god-"
"Who?" the guy whose name Anthony was yet to learn looked genuinely confused but Anthony wasn't buying it just yet. He had known the guys for too long to not be sure.
"Y'know, the guys who put you up to this, them," Anthony replied, hoping the kid would just admit to this all being a prank and just leave him the fuck alone so he could be fucking terrified for his life in peace.
"The guys who put me up to what?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Anthony raised an incredulous eyebrow himself. "What do mean 'what?' The guys who put you up to this!" Anthony exclaimed, flailing his arms around like an idiot.
He was silent for a few moments. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," he said sincerely.
Anthony was just about ready to pull his hair out. "My name's Ian Hecox," the kid had said quietly. That made Anthony freeze.
"Excuse me?" he said after he was able to find his words again. "What'd you say your name was?"
"Ian," he said. "Ian Hecox." He stood up and started pacing the room.
"No," the word was quiet, slipping off Anthony's lips delicately. "You can't be Ian Hecox."
"Ian" tilted his head in confusion. Anthony ignored it and carried on being shocked. "You're suppose to be fucking dead!" he protested loudly. "You died in a car crash when you were three!"
"Ian" looked at them and then looked down and muttered something that sound strangely like, "Yeah, no kidding."
After five more minutes of Anthony ranting about the impossibility that he was in fact Ian Hecox, the only thing Anthony could say was, "How?"
"Ian," who had been quiet until right then, said, "You're asking how I'm alive, right?" he asked, Anthony nodding. "In that case, all I'm saying is that I'd rather be dead."
Anthony just looked at him and then asked, "Why have I never seen you before now?"
"Ian" looked down. "Because I can't go out when the sun's up," he muttered but Anthony somehow managed to hear him.
"Why?" Anthony asked, completely oblivious to the obvious answer.
The lighter brunette rolled his eyes, which Anthony hadn't noticed were extremely blue until that moment. Instead of saying anything, he leaned close to Anthony and Anthony couldn't find it in himself to pull away from the other boy. Their faces were mere inches apart when Anthony saw them.
"Holy shit," he squeaked, backing away from the other boy. "You really are Ian Hecox."
Ian snorted. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock," he quipped. "So, what's your name?"
"Uh, Anthony. Anthony Padilla," Anthony said, still in shock of what he'd just learned. "I live a couple houses down."
Ian nodded lazily.
"One more question," Anthony said. Ian waved his hand around to mean to ask him it. "How do you keep aging, unless you were just turned?"
Ian smiled. "Well, it turns out I wasn't fully turned or something like that," Ian said, waving his hand around dismissively. "Supposedly, since I didn't drink the vampire's blood that turned me, I don't stop aging until I'm the age he or she was at the time of the turning. So I guess you could say I'm a half-vampire."
Anthony snorted. "What does that even mean?" he asked comically. Ian shrugged because he didn't have an answer.
The two sat and talked for the whole night, Anthony not getting one ounce of sleep. It was five in the morning when then sun started to come out and Ian said that he needed to go.
"Y'know, me dying in the sun and all," Ian laughed humorlessly while Anthony nodded solemnly, sad that their hanging out was cut short because of the stupid sun. As Ian got up off the couch, where Anthony was sittig with him as well, he thought of an idea.
"Let's do this again," Ian said quickly and thoughtfully.
Anthony furrowed his brow. "How?" he asked, confused.
"Come here, tomorrow night," Ian offered.
Anthony thought it over and then finally nodded in agreement. "Sure," he said casually, but in actuality, he was bubbling with excitement inside.
"Cool," Ian said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Cool," Anthony agreed with a half-smile as Ian turned and dashed down the stairs as the sun rays grew stronger.
As he laid down in his abandoned sleeping bag, Anthony thought about Ian and how awesome his new friend was. He was so excited about him that he didn't even notice how girly he was acting about the whole thing. And when he did realize, he couldn't bring himself to care.
•-•
Doing the walk of shame out of the Hecox's house (Anthony decided that would no longer call it a haunted house because it was not in fact haunted), Anthony had a small, tired smile on his face as Nate, Tyler and Ricky waited for him. The minute he was with them, they demanded answers.
"How was it?"
"Is it really haunted?
"Did you hear the bawling, screaming and weeping?"
"Where did you sleep?"
"Were you up half of the night?"
"Did you check out the whole house?"
Anthony didn't answer any of the questions but instead pushed his way through them and towards his house.
"Hey Anthony, where are you going?" Ricky asked, confused and a little annoyed.
"Home," he said, yawning. "I need to get some sleep. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, okay?" He started walked towards his house without letting them get another word in.
When Anthony got home, he rushed up the stairs before his parents could start talking to him. He flopped down on his bed and slept until four in the afternoon. When he sat down at the table, eating a piece of cold pizza that Anthony's parents had had the night before. His mother, Patricia, sat down next to him and rubbed his back.
"You didn't get any sleep last night, huh?" she said sympathetically, smiling. Anthony chuckled and shook his head. "Figured as much."
She rubbed his back a little more and then left to go get groceries for dinner. Anthony's father, Paul, was in the living room, watching television. Anthony slumped into the living room and sat next to his dad, who offered him a small smile. He couldn't focus on whatever his dad was watching, he thought it was Seinfeld but he wasn't completely sure, because he was too busy thinking about a certain vampire that he had met the previous night to care.
•-•
It became a routine for Anthony to go visit Ian at night, usually after half past midnight so Ian had a chance to feed before Anthony came over, and left at around four-thirty. They'd sit and talk every single night in a different room. Anthony liked Ian's parents' old bedroom the best because the bed was the most comfortable piece of furniture to sit and lay on. Sometimes, when Anthony was really tired, they'd just sit in silence as Anthony dozed off, using Ian as his personal pillow.
Ian and Anthony had known each other for four months when Ian had first kissed him. It was quick and unexpected and left Anthony feeling warm inside, like drinking hot chocolate after coming in from playing in the snow. It was Anthony who was responsible for the second one. It was longer and sweet and got Ian's tongue stuck down Anthony's throat, not that he was complaining.
Kissing soon became a regular thing between them and it eventually escalated to hot, steamy makeout sessions and inappropriate touching. And when Anthony asked Ian if vampires could get hard, they had hot, passionate, painful, mind-blowing sex and Anthony was completely satisfied with the answer he had received.
Anthony's parents, teachers, friends and peers started to worry about Anthony as he started growing more distant and the bags under his eyes grew larger due to the lack of sleep. Soon, Anthony barely talked to any one of his friends and just stared off into space during class and at home and anywhere that didn't involve Ian being there.
His parents sat him down and told him that they were worried about him and that they were always ready to listen if he needed to talk. He just smiled at them tiredly and assured them that he was perfectly okay and he would always talk to him if he really needed to. He shot them one last smile before slugging up the stairs and dropping in his bed to sleep.
•-•
It had been eleven months of the routine, night after night, when Anthony's parents caught him sneaking out. It wasn't that he wasn't quiet or that he got arrogant about sneaking out, they were waiting for it, wanting for him to attempt to. And it led to some very uncomfortable questioning, about whereabouts, with whom and what were they doing. Anthony had lied skillfully to his parents, telling them that he had a secret girlfriend and a lot of other bullshit that he was not proud of.
His parents watched him for five more days after that and when he stopped attempting on the second night, they started to become less strict about watching him. Patricia was smart though, still keeping an eye on the occasional limp in Anthony's step, the sometimes well-hidden hiss as he sat down on the chair in the kitchen for breakfast and dinner and the exhaustion that Anthony was displaying. Actually, he didn't display it, per say, he hid behind sleeping until three o'clock in the afternoon, like any other teenager, and two to three hour naps on the couch in the living room as his father and he watched television.
When Anthony's mother pulled him to the side from a conversation with his father, Anthony tried really hard to look confused instead of shock when she asked, "Who is he?"
While inwardly he was completely batshit freaking the fuck out, Anthony managed to look completely confused. "Excuse me?" he asked like he had no idea what she meant.
"The boy you've been sneaking out to see," his mom said, her voice low so her husband couldn't hear what she was saying
"Boy?" Anthony said, still playing the confused card. "Mom, I already told you I was seeing my girlfriend."
Patricia glared at him. "Yes, I know, and I don't appreciate being lied to," she hissed fiercely at Anthony. "So I'm going to ask you one more time, who is he?"
The boy sighed, he knew the gig was up, no point in denying that he wasn't sneaking out to see a boy. "How'd you know?" Anthony asked, avoiding the first question subtley.
Patricia sighed. "You didn't hide the limps in your step, the hiss of pain as you sat down on a hard chair or the exhaustion as well as you may have thought," she said. "And I put two and two together…I mean the exhaustion I knew and the limps could have been anything the first or second time around but then I heard the hissing and I just knew that men do not typically hiss when you sit or sometimes limp when they walk just randomly unless…"
Anthony started to blush when he figured out where the conversation was the lead to. It was extremely embarrassing when she asked if they were using protection. Then Anthony started to choke on air when she asked if they were using enough lubricant. Anthony couldn't look his mom in the eye for the rest of the week without blushing like an idiot.
When he told Ian about it, all the lighter brunette did for ten minutes was laugh his ass off while Anthony got red in the face once more as he retold the story. After that, they playfully exchanged insults and had an extremely satisfying makeout session, grinding against each other like the horny teenagers they were, coming in their pants together. Anthony stayed until early sunrise and then Ian had to leave to go to sleep so Anthony left as well. They shared a sweet kiss before they parted ways, like the oh so romantic kisses in the chick flicks that Anthony's mom sometimes forces Anthony and his father to watch with her.
Anthony snuck back into his house quietly but was caught when Anthony's mother was in the kitchen having coffee, no doubtably waiting for him. He sighed, knowing that he couldn't avoiding her, and sat at the table across from her, arms crossed and ready for whatever she had to say. She pushed a small paper bag from the pharmacy out towards him. He looked at her quizzically and she motioned for him to look inside of it. When he did, a blush started to bloom on his face.
"Mom!" he exclaimed (quietly so he wouldn't wake his father up) in disbelief.
"Anthony, honey," she said, "I just want to be safe if you're going to continue to have a sexual relationship with a boy that I am yet to meet."
"I could have gotten these myself," he said, still blushing.
"I know you could've but I figured it was easier for me and for you," she replied. "I just want to know that you're protecting yourself and your partner."
"Oh my god!" Anthony all but yelled as he pushed away from the table. "We are so not having this conversation right now."
"Anthony, you forgot your bag," she called after him when she saw him disappear up the stairs. Patricia sighed and hid the bag in the cabinet when she had all of her baking ingredients in, making a mental note to put it in Anthony's room later.
•-•
"My mom really wants to meet you," Anthony told Ian a few weeks later after exchanging blowjobs. "She keeps insisting that we don't have to sneak around and that we don't have to keep meeting at midnight. She wants you to come to dinner on Saturday night."
Ian sighed. "Maybe I could go?" he shrugged. "I mean I could because it's starting to get dark out at five o'clock this time of year but I don't know; I can't just waltzed in there and be like 'Hello, my name is Ian Hecox and I'm the vampire who popped your kid's cherry,' right?
Anthony thought for a moment and then suggested, "Well, maybe we could, y'know, give you a fake name or something and then say you live on the other side of town and go to the other high school, Greendale I think is the name of it."
"Maybe," Ian said, sighing. "I'll think about it, alright?"
"Sure," Anthony replied, running his fingers through Ian's hair when Ian laid his head on Anthony's chest.
On Saturday night, Ian showed up to Anthony's house with cookies and a slightly fake smile that barely reached his eyes. It wasn't that he wasn't excited to meet Anthony's parents (he was shaking inside from the excitement), it was just going to be hard to resist the tempting to feed on one of the three vulnerable humans. He hadn't been hunting that night yet and probably wasn't going to.
Anthony whispered reassurances in his ear as he stepped inside the house and into the living room. Anthony took the coat that he didn't need but wore anyway just to seem like the normal teenaged boy that he really wasn't. Anthony's mother came out of the kitchen and into the foyer, where Anthony and Ian were talking.
"Hello," Mrs. Padilla smiled at Ian warmly. "You must be Anthony's friend. I'm Anthony's mother, Patricia."
"Ian Williams, ma'am," Ian said politely and handed Anthony's mom the tin of cookies that he had brought.
"How sweet of you to make these," Patricia beamed and winked at Anthony, meaning that she approved of him. "I'll set these aside for dessert. I hope you're hungry because I have a roast beef in the oven that's not going to eat itself."
Ian chuckled lightly and Anthony started to tug on his hand. "I'm going to go introduce Ian to Dad," Anthony told his mother and started to tug Ian towards the living room, where Mr. Padilla was reading a book. He looked up when he saw his son enter the living room with a kid he had never seen before.
"Dad, this is Ian. Ian, this is my father, Paul," Anthony introduced them and they shook hands.
"Sir," Ian acknowledged respectively while Paul shook his head
"No, no, call me Paul," he said, smiling at Ian.
"Boys, dinner is ready!" Mrs. Padilla called from the kitchen. When the three of them entered the dining room that looked barely used, Ian couldn't believe his eyes at how much food was on the table. He had never seem so much food in one place in his life.
He sensed that Anthony was right behind and when he whispered in his ear, "If you think this is a lot of food, you should see my grandma's house during Christmas," Ian wasn't surprised.
"Mhmm," Ian said, still looking at the food. He may not have to eat food, with an exception of meat, but that doesn't mean he couldn't appreciate it. Nothing bad would happen if you stuffed his face with food, it would just burn before it could be digested.
Mrs. Padilla commanded them to sit in their seats. Anthony took the seat opposite Ian and waited for Patricia to say grace. After, Ian and him started filling their plates with all types of food: roast beef, mashed potatoes, Spanish rice, corn on the cob, steamed carrots, and salad covered in Italian dressing. Patricia watched in amazement as Anthony and Ian devoured all the food on their plate in a matter of ten minutes. Ian was much more subtle than Anthony, who was eating like he hadn't had a crumb of food in a year.
After dinner, Ian offered to help Patricia clean up the plates while Paul and Anthony set up dessert. Patricia turned to Ian when Anthony and Paul had left the kitchen.
"So Ian, how long have you known Anthony?" she asked him as she scrubbed one of the plates clean with a sponge.
"A year and three months, I think," Ian replied, drying the large dish that held the roast beef.
"And how long have you two been, y'know, seeing each other?" she asked, winking at him as he started to choke on his own spit.
"E-excuse me?" he asked and if it could have happened, Ian's cheeks would've been red.
She gave him a stern look. "I know you two are together in some way, shape or form," Patricia informed him, pink rubber glove-clad hands on her hips.
Ian sighed. "A year next month," he mumbled, drying a large spoon.
Mrs. Padilla gave him a small smile. "Look," she said, willing Ian to face her. "I don't really mind, you're a sweet kid and Anthony obviously like you a lot."
Ian returned her smile and asked, "Does Paul know about Anthony and me?"
Patricia shook her head. "I figured it out on my own but Paul is still in dark about it," she informed him. "I figured that I should let Anthony tell him on his own, when he's ready to."
When they were finished with the dishes, they started walking towards the kitchen but Ian stopped Mrs. Padilla. She looked at him with confusion but then smiled when he whispered, "Thank you." She smiled and patted him on the shoulder and then started towards the dining room once more.
When everyone sat down at the dinner table once more, Ian's tin of cookies was in the middle accompanied with a gallon of milk and a tea pot filled with coffee.
"So Ian," Paul started. "Where do you live?"
Ian shot a glance towards Anthony. "I live by Greendale High," Ian said, hoping that it made sense.
"Oh, so on the other side of town?" Patricia asked and Ian nodded. "What a beautiful area that is."
"Yeah, it is really nice over there," Ian agreed.
"How about your parents?" Paul asked, causing both Ian and Anthony to cringe.
"Dad!" Anthony hissed but Ian looked at him and smiling solemnly, shaking his head slightly.
"My parents died when I was younger," Ian replied sadly. "I live in a foster home now."
"Oh dear," Mrs. Padilla said, looking like she was about to cry. "I am so sorry to hear. It must be very hard."
Ian shrugged. "You learn to deal with it," he said.
The rest of dessert was filled with uncomfortable silence while Ian and Anthony were having a silent conversation. Anthony looked at him pleadingly while Ian looked unamused. Finally, Ian sighed and gave into Anthony.
"I apologize Mr. and Mrs. Padilla but I really should be going, my foster parents have a strict curfew," Ian said when the clock struck nine o'clock.
"That's quite alright, Ian," Paul said, smiling. "We wouldn't want to you to get in trouble, would we now?"
Mrs. Padilla handed Ian his tin, smiling largely. "I hope we meet again soon, Ian," she said. "I don't understand why you guys don't hang out here."
Ian and Anthony both shrugged, smiling at each other because even Mrs. Padilla didn't know their little secret.
"Want me to drive you home, Ian?" Anthony asked, slightly winking at him.
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks Ant," Ian said. "Good-bye Mr. and Mrs. Padilla; thank you for inviting me over."
"Feel free to come back anytime," Paul said, waving as Anthony and Ian stepped out of the house together.
•-•
Three months later, Ian disappeared for three weeks. Anthony went to the Hecox's house every night in hopes to find Ian there but he never showed. And when he did, he had the same look Adam had in his eye. And when Anthony felt a sharp pain on his neck, he wasn't as surprised as he should've been. He was kind of turned on, just a little bit.
Two days later, Anthony came back to the house, pale and with fangs. "Why?" he asked.
"Because I'm staying this age forever," Ian said simply.
"And?"
"And I didn't want to live without you."
On Ian and Anthony's two year anniversary, Mrs. Padilla couldn't find Anthony. She searched for the supposed foster home that Ian had lived in. When there was no record of this home, they also found no record of a person named Ian Williams anywhere, other than a dead old man who had been murdered in 1961. Mrs. Padilla prayed for her son to come back but he never did. Instead, he traveled around the world, feeding on unsuspecting humans and exploring with his fellow vampire boyfriend.
•-•
A/N: Okay, crappy ending I know but there was honestly no good way to end it. Thanks reading broski. ^-^
Author: firetruckyouxx
Rating: R
Warnings: vampires, blood, haunted houses, AU, OOCness, mentions of character death, mentions of vampire turnings, mentions/implied sexual content
Pairing(s): vampire!Ian/Anthony
Summary: AU: Ever since Anthony was little, he's been interested in the town's known "haunted house" at the end of his block. After being dared to sleep in the haunted house overnight, he comes to a realization that the house isn't haunted after all.
Author Note: Hey! Look! Firetruckyouxx isn't dead after all! :D After 6 months of not posting, here I am! Posting a story about vampires and love and something that sounds like Twilight but is not even close because this story is badass and Twilight is most certainly not. Enjoyyyyyy mis amigos :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (espeically not Pokémon), this is all fake and as far as I know, vampires do not exist but who knows? Plus, Ian's mother and father's names are incorrect and made up, as well as Anthony's parents.
Everyone knew about the haunted house on Windshirer Road, the dead end with only five houses on it, including the Padilla family's house. Anthony Padilla was always so proud to live on the same block as one of the most talked about houses in the suburbs outside of Sacramento. He could always tell stories on the playground about weird noises and peculiar sights.
The story goes that 1838 Windshirer Road once belonged to a pleasant man named Frank Hecox back in the '80s. A woman came along, Dorothy Cellstyer, and apparently stole his heart. After a year of dating Dorothy, he asked for her hand in marriage. They soon married after that and conceived a child together four years later, naming him Ian.
One day when Dorothy was out for a drive with Ian, a semi-truck came out of nowhere and basically flattened the car, killing Dorothy and Ian, who was only three-years-old at the time, immediately. Frank quickly went into a deep depression after the love of his life and his own flesh and blood left him. On the six-month anniversary of Dorothy and Ian's deaths, Franklin committed suicide, hanging himself in Ian's old bedroom. After, no one had bought the house.
People say that you could still hear young Ian bawling, Dorothy's screams and Frank's weeping. Anthony didn't know if it was true or not but he was determined to find out sooner or later. It was on his sixteenth birthday that he did.
•-•
It was a typical dare to dare someone to go stay in the haunted house for one night. Normally, people chickened out, begging for anything other than that. The only person that stayed in 1838 Windshirer for a full night was Adam Funnelstone. After standing the house a whole night, Adam was never the same. He stopped going to school during the day and he always had this hungry, dead look in his eyes. Also, he turned pale and ice cold, like snow.
So, when Anthony and a couple of his friends were fucking around and playing Truth or Dare, it was no surprise that someone had dared Anthony to stay in the house for a night. Anthony shrugged and agreed without a second thought. If Adam could do, he could too. Worst case scenario, he turns out like Adam. Best case, he's a hero.
So, the next night Anthony, armed with a sleeping bag and a backpack full of supplies, lied to his parents and walked down the block and onto the property of 1838 Windshirer, where three of his friends were waiting for him. Anthony nodded at them as he made his way up the walk to the stairs and onto the stoop of the house. His friends gave him encouraging thumbs-ups and the brown-haired boy opened the old front door, which creaked while opening, and stepped inside.
There was something a little bit off about the atmosphere of the house but obviously, it was a haunted house after all. Anthony dropped his backpack and sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor, right next to a dusty, old couch and a very old TV that had probably seen better days. After he was settled, Anthony decided that the house was not so bad after all and whatever happened to Adam had to be coincidental.
Anthony took out his Gameboy and started to play Pokémon Silver when he heard a very subtle creaking noise. He wouldn't have noticed it but it was so close to him and the silence was so deafening that he couldn't ignore it. Anthony froze up and listened again for it. When the floor creaked again, Anthony let out a small yelp.
"Who's there?" he asked the darkness, grabbing his flashlight.
When he received no answer, he clicked the flashlight on. Pointing it right in front of him, he saw nothing. A shiver creeped up his spine. Something was terribly wrong, he could just feel it. There was another creak of the wooden floor behind him and Anthony whipped around as fast he could. Again, there was nothing there.
Convincing himself that he was being a paranoid idiot, Anthony picked up his Gameboy again though he really couldn't focus on trying to catch a Zubat. Listening for more creaking, Anthony clutched his flashlight to his chest. The instant there was even a sound, Anthony whipped around and flashed the light to the spot. It had been going on for at least ten minutes and Anthony felt like he was being played by his friends.
Rolling his eyes, Anthony decided he had enough of this bullshitting around. "Okay guys, really? It's not funny anymore, stop playing," he demanded expecting Ricky, Tyler or Nate to jump out from the other side of the room and laugh. Except that didn't happen. There was just silence and Anthony was fed up with it.
"It's not fucking funny, guys!" Anthony complained loudly, wanting to throw his flashlight at them for being annoying bastards.
"I think it is," an unfamiliar voice said from before him, causing Anthony to yelp and spin forward. "Quite frankly, I find this pretty fucking hilarious."
Anthony was frozen with shock and then finally gain back some life to point his flashlight at the fucking rude asshole who thinks it's hilarious to toy with strangers. The kid looked around Anthony's age with milky white skin and a honey brown bowl haircut. Anthony was totally confused.
"Who the fuck are you?" Anthony asked him.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing," he replied, sitting down on the dusty couch, which groaned loudly under the kid's weight. Not that he was fat or anything, the couch was just really fucking old probably.
"Did Ricky, Tyler and Nate put you up to this?" Anthony asked. "Because if they did, I swear to god-"
"Who?" the guy whose name Anthony was yet to learn looked genuinely confused but Anthony wasn't buying it just yet. He had known the guys for too long to not be sure.
"Y'know, the guys who put you up to this, them," Anthony replied, hoping the kid would just admit to this all being a prank and just leave him the fuck alone so he could be fucking terrified for his life in peace.
"The guys who put me up to what?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Anthony raised an incredulous eyebrow himself. "What do mean 'what?' The guys who put you up to this!" Anthony exclaimed, flailing his arms around like an idiot.
He was silent for a few moments. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," he said sincerely.
Anthony was just about ready to pull his hair out. "My name's Ian Hecox," the kid had said quietly. That made Anthony freeze.
"Excuse me?" he said after he was able to find his words again. "What'd you say your name was?"
"Ian," he said. "Ian Hecox." He stood up and started pacing the room.
"No," the word was quiet, slipping off Anthony's lips delicately. "You can't be Ian Hecox."
"Ian" tilted his head in confusion. Anthony ignored it and carried on being shocked. "You're suppose to be fucking dead!" he protested loudly. "You died in a car crash when you were three!"
"Ian" looked at them and then looked down and muttered something that sound strangely like, "Yeah, no kidding."
After five more minutes of Anthony ranting about the impossibility that he was in fact Ian Hecox, the only thing Anthony could say was, "How?"
"Ian," who had been quiet until right then, said, "You're asking how I'm alive, right?" he asked, Anthony nodding. "In that case, all I'm saying is that I'd rather be dead."
Anthony just looked at him and then asked, "Why have I never seen you before now?"
"Ian" looked down. "Because I can't go out when the sun's up," he muttered but Anthony somehow managed to hear him.
"Why?" Anthony asked, completely oblivious to the obvious answer.
The lighter brunette rolled his eyes, which Anthony hadn't noticed were extremely blue until that moment. Instead of saying anything, he leaned close to Anthony and Anthony couldn't find it in himself to pull away from the other boy. Their faces were mere inches apart when Anthony saw them.
"Holy shit," he squeaked, backing away from the other boy. "You really are Ian Hecox."
Ian snorted. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock," he quipped. "So, what's your name?"
"Uh, Anthony. Anthony Padilla," Anthony said, still in shock of what he'd just learned. "I live a couple houses down."
Ian nodded lazily.
"One more question," Anthony said. Ian waved his hand around to mean to ask him it. "How do you keep aging, unless you were just turned?"
Ian smiled. "Well, it turns out I wasn't fully turned or something like that," Ian said, waving his hand around dismissively. "Supposedly, since I didn't drink the vampire's blood that turned me, I don't stop aging until I'm the age he or she was at the time of the turning. So I guess you could say I'm a half-vampire."
Anthony snorted. "What does that even mean?" he asked comically. Ian shrugged because he didn't have an answer.
The two sat and talked for the whole night, Anthony not getting one ounce of sleep. It was five in the morning when then sun started to come out and Ian said that he needed to go.
"Y'know, me dying in the sun and all," Ian laughed humorlessly while Anthony nodded solemnly, sad that their hanging out was cut short because of the stupid sun. As Ian got up off the couch, where Anthony was sittig with him as well, he thought of an idea.
"Let's do this again," Ian said quickly and thoughtfully.
Anthony furrowed his brow. "How?" he asked, confused.
"Come here, tomorrow night," Ian offered.
Anthony thought it over and then finally nodded in agreement. "Sure," he said casually, but in actuality, he was bubbling with excitement inside.
"Cool," Ian said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Cool," Anthony agreed with a half-smile as Ian turned and dashed down the stairs as the sun rays grew stronger.
As he laid down in his abandoned sleeping bag, Anthony thought about Ian and how awesome his new friend was. He was so excited about him that he didn't even notice how girly he was acting about the whole thing. And when he did realize, he couldn't bring himself to care.
•-•
Doing the walk of shame out of the Hecox's house (Anthony decided that would no longer call it a haunted house because it was not in fact haunted), Anthony had a small, tired smile on his face as Nate, Tyler and Ricky waited for him. The minute he was with them, they demanded answers.
"How was it?"
"Is it really haunted?
"Did you hear the bawling, screaming and weeping?"
"Where did you sleep?"
"Were you up half of the night?"
"Did you check out the whole house?"
Anthony didn't answer any of the questions but instead pushed his way through them and towards his house.
"Hey Anthony, where are you going?" Ricky asked, confused and a little annoyed.
"Home," he said, yawning. "I need to get some sleep. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, okay?" He started walked towards his house without letting them get another word in.
When Anthony got home, he rushed up the stairs before his parents could start talking to him. He flopped down on his bed and slept until four in the afternoon. When he sat down at the table, eating a piece of cold pizza that Anthony's parents had had the night before. His mother, Patricia, sat down next to him and rubbed his back.
"You didn't get any sleep last night, huh?" she said sympathetically, smiling. Anthony chuckled and shook his head. "Figured as much."
She rubbed his back a little more and then left to go get groceries for dinner. Anthony's father, Paul, was in the living room, watching television. Anthony slumped into the living room and sat next to his dad, who offered him a small smile. He couldn't focus on whatever his dad was watching, he thought it was Seinfeld but he wasn't completely sure, because he was too busy thinking about a certain vampire that he had met the previous night to care.
•-•
It became a routine for Anthony to go visit Ian at night, usually after half past midnight so Ian had a chance to feed before Anthony came over, and left at around four-thirty. They'd sit and talk every single night in a different room. Anthony liked Ian's parents' old bedroom the best because the bed was the most comfortable piece of furniture to sit and lay on. Sometimes, when Anthony was really tired, they'd just sit in silence as Anthony dozed off, using Ian as his personal pillow.
Ian and Anthony had known each other for four months when Ian had first kissed him. It was quick and unexpected and left Anthony feeling warm inside, like drinking hot chocolate after coming in from playing in the snow. It was Anthony who was responsible for the second one. It was longer and sweet and got Ian's tongue stuck down Anthony's throat, not that he was complaining.
Kissing soon became a regular thing between them and it eventually escalated to hot, steamy makeout sessions and inappropriate touching. And when Anthony asked Ian if vampires could get hard, they had hot, passionate, painful, mind-blowing sex and Anthony was completely satisfied with the answer he had received.
Anthony's parents, teachers, friends and peers started to worry about Anthony as he started growing more distant and the bags under his eyes grew larger due to the lack of sleep. Soon, Anthony barely talked to any one of his friends and just stared off into space during class and at home and anywhere that didn't involve Ian being there.
His parents sat him down and told him that they were worried about him and that they were always ready to listen if he needed to talk. He just smiled at them tiredly and assured them that he was perfectly okay and he would always talk to him if he really needed to. He shot them one last smile before slugging up the stairs and dropping in his bed to sleep.
•-•
It had been eleven months of the routine, night after night, when Anthony's parents caught him sneaking out. It wasn't that he wasn't quiet or that he got arrogant about sneaking out, they were waiting for it, wanting for him to attempt to. And it led to some very uncomfortable questioning, about whereabouts, with whom and what were they doing. Anthony had lied skillfully to his parents, telling them that he had a secret girlfriend and a lot of other bullshit that he was not proud of.
His parents watched him for five more days after that and when he stopped attempting on the second night, they started to become less strict about watching him. Patricia was smart though, still keeping an eye on the occasional limp in Anthony's step, the sometimes well-hidden hiss as he sat down on the chair in the kitchen for breakfast and dinner and the exhaustion that Anthony was displaying. Actually, he didn't display it, per say, he hid behind sleeping until three o'clock in the afternoon, like any other teenager, and two to three hour naps on the couch in the living room as his father and he watched television.
When Anthony's mother pulled him to the side from a conversation with his father, Anthony tried really hard to look confused instead of shock when she asked, "Who is he?"
While inwardly he was completely batshit freaking the fuck out, Anthony managed to look completely confused. "Excuse me?" he asked like he had no idea what she meant.
"The boy you've been sneaking out to see," his mom said, her voice low so her husband couldn't hear what she was saying
"Boy?" Anthony said, still playing the confused card. "Mom, I already told you I was seeing my girlfriend."
Patricia glared at him. "Yes, I know, and I don't appreciate being lied to," she hissed fiercely at Anthony. "So I'm going to ask you one more time, who is he?"
The boy sighed, he knew the gig was up, no point in denying that he wasn't sneaking out to see a boy. "How'd you know?" Anthony asked, avoiding the first question subtley.
Patricia sighed. "You didn't hide the limps in your step, the hiss of pain as you sat down on a hard chair or the exhaustion as well as you may have thought," she said. "And I put two and two together…I mean the exhaustion I knew and the limps could have been anything the first or second time around but then I heard the hissing and I just knew that men do not typically hiss when you sit or sometimes limp when they walk just randomly unless…"
Anthony started to blush when he figured out where the conversation was the lead to. It was extremely embarrassing when she asked if they were using protection. Then Anthony started to choke on air when she asked if they were using enough lubricant. Anthony couldn't look his mom in the eye for the rest of the week without blushing like an idiot.
When he told Ian about it, all the lighter brunette did for ten minutes was laugh his ass off while Anthony got red in the face once more as he retold the story. After that, they playfully exchanged insults and had an extremely satisfying makeout session, grinding against each other like the horny teenagers they were, coming in their pants together. Anthony stayed until early sunrise and then Ian had to leave to go to sleep so Anthony left as well. They shared a sweet kiss before they parted ways, like the oh so romantic kisses in the chick flicks that Anthony's mom sometimes forces Anthony and his father to watch with her.
Anthony snuck back into his house quietly but was caught when Anthony's mother was in the kitchen having coffee, no doubtably waiting for him. He sighed, knowing that he couldn't avoiding her, and sat at the table across from her, arms crossed and ready for whatever she had to say. She pushed a small paper bag from the pharmacy out towards him. He looked at her quizzically and she motioned for him to look inside of it. When he did, a blush started to bloom on his face.
"Mom!" he exclaimed (quietly so he wouldn't wake his father up) in disbelief.
"Anthony, honey," she said, "I just want to be safe if you're going to continue to have a sexual relationship with a boy that I am yet to meet."
"I could have gotten these myself," he said, still blushing.
"I know you could've but I figured it was easier for me and for you," she replied. "I just want to know that you're protecting yourself and your partner."
"Oh my god!" Anthony all but yelled as he pushed away from the table. "We are so not having this conversation right now."
"Anthony, you forgot your bag," she called after him when she saw him disappear up the stairs. Patricia sighed and hid the bag in the cabinet when she had all of her baking ingredients in, making a mental note to put it in Anthony's room later.
•-•
"My mom really wants to meet you," Anthony told Ian a few weeks later after exchanging blowjobs. "She keeps insisting that we don't have to sneak around and that we don't have to keep meeting at midnight. She wants you to come to dinner on Saturday night."
Ian sighed. "Maybe I could go?" he shrugged. "I mean I could because it's starting to get dark out at five o'clock this time of year but I don't know; I can't just waltzed in there and be like 'Hello, my name is Ian Hecox and I'm the vampire who popped your kid's cherry,' right?
Anthony thought for a moment and then suggested, "Well, maybe we could, y'know, give you a fake name or something and then say you live on the other side of town and go to the other high school, Greendale I think is the name of it."
"Maybe," Ian said, sighing. "I'll think about it, alright?"
"Sure," Anthony replied, running his fingers through Ian's hair when Ian laid his head on Anthony's chest.
On Saturday night, Ian showed up to Anthony's house with cookies and a slightly fake smile that barely reached his eyes. It wasn't that he wasn't excited to meet Anthony's parents (he was shaking inside from the excitement), it was just going to be hard to resist the tempting to feed on one of the three vulnerable humans. He hadn't been hunting that night yet and probably wasn't going to.
Anthony whispered reassurances in his ear as he stepped inside the house and into the living room. Anthony took the coat that he didn't need but wore anyway just to seem like the normal teenaged boy that he really wasn't. Anthony's mother came out of the kitchen and into the foyer, where Anthony and Ian were talking.
"Hello," Mrs. Padilla smiled at Ian warmly. "You must be Anthony's friend. I'm Anthony's mother, Patricia."
"Ian Williams, ma'am," Ian said politely and handed Anthony's mom the tin of cookies that he had brought.
"How sweet of you to make these," Patricia beamed and winked at Anthony, meaning that she approved of him. "I'll set these aside for dessert. I hope you're hungry because I have a roast beef in the oven that's not going to eat itself."
Ian chuckled lightly and Anthony started to tug on his hand. "I'm going to go introduce Ian to Dad," Anthony told his mother and started to tug Ian towards the living room, where Mr. Padilla was reading a book. He looked up when he saw his son enter the living room with a kid he had never seen before.
"Dad, this is Ian. Ian, this is my father, Paul," Anthony introduced them and they shook hands.
"Sir," Ian acknowledged respectively while Paul shook his head
"No, no, call me Paul," he said, smiling at Ian.
"Boys, dinner is ready!" Mrs. Padilla called from the kitchen. When the three of them entered the dining room that looked barely used, Ian couldn't believe his eyes at how much food was on the table. He had never seem so much food in one place in his life.
He sensed that Anthony was right behind and when he whispered in his ear, "If you think this is a lot of food, you should see my grandma's house during Christmas," Ian wasn't surprised.
"Mhmm," Ian said, still looking at the food. He may not have to eat food, with an exception of meat, but that doesn't mean he couldn't appreciate it. Nothing bad would happen if you stuffed his face with food, it would just burn before it could be digested.
Mrs. Padilla commanded them to sit in their seats. Anthony took the seat opposite Ian and waited for Patricia to say grace. After, Ian and him started filling their plates with all types of food: roast beef, mashed potatoes, Spanish rice, corn on the cob, steamed carrots, and salad covered in Italian dressing. Patricia watched in amazement as Anthony and Ian devoured all the food on their plate in a matter of ten minutes. Ian was much more subtle than Anthony, who was eating like he hadn't had a crumb of food in a year.
After dinner, Ian offered to help Patricia clean up the plates while Paul and Anthony set up dessert. Patricia turned to Ian when Anthony and Paul had left the kitchen.
"So Ian, how long have you known Anthony?" she asked him as she scrubbed one of the plates clean with a sponge.
"A year and three months, I think," Ian replied, drying the large dish that held the roast beef.
"And how long have you two been, y'know, seeing each other?" she asked, winking at him as he started to choke on his own spit.
"E-excuse me?" he asked and if it could have happened, Ian's cheeks would've been red.
She gave him a stern look. "I know you two are together in some way, shape or form," Patricia informed him, pink rubber glove-clad hands on her hips.
Ian sighed. "A year next month," he mumbled, drying a large spoon.
Mrs. Padilla gave him a small smile. "Look," she said, willing Ian to face her. "I don't really mind, you're a sweet kid and Anthony obviously like you a lot."
Ian returned her smile and asked, "Does Paul know about Anthony and me?"
Patricia shook her head. "I figured it out on my own but Paul is still in dark about it," she informed him. "I figured that I should let Anthony tell him on his own, when he's ready to."
When they were finished with the dishes, they started walking towards the kitchen but Ian stopped Mrs. Padilla. She looked at him with confusion but then smiled when he whispered, "Thank you." She smiled and patted him on the shoulder and then started towards the dining room once more.
When everyone sat down at the dinner table once more, Ian's tin of cookies was in the middle accompanied with a gallon of milk and a tea pot filled with coffee.
"So Ian," Paul started. "Where do you live?"
Ian shot a glance towards Anthony. "I live by Greendale High," Ian said, hoping that it made sense.
"Oh, so on the other side of town?" Patricia asked and Ian nodded. "What a beautiful area that is."
"Yeah, it is really nice over there," Ian agreed.
"How about your parents?" Paul asked, causing both Ian and Anthony to cringe.
"Dad!" Anthony hissed but Ian looked at him and smiling solemnly, shaking his head slightly.
"My parents died when I was younger," Ian replied sadly. "I live in a foster home now."
"Oh dear," Mrs. Padilla said, looking like she was about to cry. "I am so sorry to hear. It must be very hard."
Ian shrugged. "You learn to deal with it," he said.
The rest of dessert was filled with uncomfortable silence while Ian and Anthony were having a silent conversation. Anthony looked at him pleadingly while Ian looked unamused. Finally, Ian sighed and gave into Anthony.
"I apologize Mr. and Mrs. Padilla but I really should be going, my foster parents have a strict curfew," Ian said when the clock struck nine o'clock.
"That's quite alright, Ian," Paul said, smiling. "We wouldn't want to you to get in trouble, would we now?"
Mrs. Padilla handed Ian his tin, smiling largely. "I hope we meet again soon, Ian," she said. "I don't understand why you guys don't hang out here."
Ian and Anthony both shrugged, smiling at each other because even Mrs. Padilla didn't know their little secret.
"Want me to drive you home, Ian?" Anthony asked, slightly winking at him.
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks Ant," Ian said. "Good-bye Mr. and Mrs. Padilla; thank you for inviting me over."
"Feel free to come back anytime," Paul said, waving as Anthony and Ian stepped out of the house together.
•-•
Three months later, Ian disappeared for three weeks. Anthony went to the Hecox's house every night in hopes to find Ian there but he never showed. And when he did, he had the same look Adam had in his eye. And when Anthony felt a sharp pain on his neck, he wasn't as surprised as he should've been. He was kind of turned on, just a little bit.
Two days later, Anthony came back to the house, pale and with fangs. "Why?" he asked.
"Because I'm staying this age forever," Ian said simply.
"And?"
"And I didn't want to live without you."
On Ian and Anthony's two year anniversary, Mrs. Padilla couldn't find Anthony. She searched for the supposed foster home that Ian had lived in. When there was no record of this home, they also found no record of a person named Ian Williams anywhere, other than a dead old man who had been murdered in 1961. Mrs. Padilla prayed for her son to come back but he never did. Instead, he traveled around the world, feeding on unsuspecting humans and exploring with his fellow vampire boyfriend.
•-•
A/N: Okay, crappy ending I know but there was honestly no good way to end it. Thanks reading broski. ^-^