SK - #15 Thirsty - Dinner With A Vampire
Name: Dinner With A Vampire
Prompt: #15 Thirsty
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rashnu Lestrange, random vamps.
Rating: PG-13? Bit of swearing.
Word Count: 590
Summary/Author's Note: The Lestrange men are eating with vampires for work stuff and Rod finds out he has an admirer.
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man smirk. It was weird, only Dolohov had ever really looked hungrily at him and that wasn’t because he wanted to eat him. Only because he wanted to hang his insides on a hook.
The Lestrange brothers had never dined with vampires before. Their father clearly had although when and where he wouldn’t say. There was probably a woman involved in it somewhere down the line. Nevertheless, knowing the man sitting beside you really wanted to have you for dinner instead of trivial chicken was unsettling and Rod was going through his Firewhiskey fast.
Reaching out for his wine, the older Lestrange twin stopped a few inches short of it. A second later, he withdrew his hand, thinking better of the liquid in the glass. The vampire beside him smirked more and continued to watch Rod’s neck.
“What can you offer us in return for our services?” the French vampire tilted his head at Rashnu who, to his son’s infuriation, was eating away happily, not bothered by the presence of vampires at all.
“We can abolish vampire census’. I know for a fact you hate the Ministry checking up on you every decade.”
Rodolphus poked at the chicken on his plate and then gave up. Throwing his fork onto the table, he swivelled around to face his father, who was sat to the left of him, and turned his back on the vampire. It wasn’t the wisest decision because the vampire no longer bothered trying to be polite. He turned too and stared at the pulse in his prey’s neck.
Rod could see the corner of his brother’s mouth twitch slightly out the corner of his eye. He frowned. It wasn’t like Rabastan wasn’t being checked out either.
“You’d only get rid of the census? And what are we supposed to eat?” The French vampire and Rashnu ignored their company, they were discussing serious matters.
Rashnu sat back, his glass in his hand, swirling the liquid inside it around in little circles.
“The Dark Lord has offered you hunting grounds. The areas will be cleared of magical folk and you’ll be free to hunt as much Muggle flesh as you like.”
“Your master is generous.”
The door into the room creaked open and a tall blonde vampire walked into the room. She was beautiful and wasn’t really wearing much. Rashnu let his eyes wander as she took a seat beside him, before looking back to the man he’d previously been talking to and smiling.
“He’s generous indeed,” he replied with a smirk and a large mouthful of wine.
----
“You tell us nothing, you know?” Rodolphus grumbled as the three Lestranges stepped out into the cool morning air.
“I do tell you things,” Rashnu answered with a shrug, “I tell you orders.”
“You know that’s not what he means,” Rabastan pointed out.
“When have you dined with vampires before?”
“Why is it such a big thing?”
“Because one just tried to eat me?”
“He wasn’t trying to eat you, Rodolphus.”
“So he just jumped on me for no apparent reason?”
“Of course there was an apparent reason.”
“What?”
“Laurent is gay, Rodolphus. He has a weakness for tall, dark, handsome men.”
Rashnu raised a smug eyebrow at his son and walked away, apparating a few seconds later.
“Don’t even say a word,” Rodolphus warned his brother, glaring at the place their father had been standing.
“I’m not.”
There was a pause.
“Rodolphus?”
“What?”
“That was fucking hilarious.”
Prompt: #15 Thirsty
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rashnu Lestrange, random vamps.
Rating: PG-13? Bit of swearing.
Word Count: 590
Summary/Author's Note: The Lestrange men are eating with vampires for work stuff and Rod finds out he has an admirer.
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man smirk. It was weird, only Dolohov had ever really looked hungrily at him and that wasn’t because he wanted to eat him. Only because he wanted to hang his insides on a hook.
The Lestrange brothers had never dined with vampires before. Their father clearly had although when and where he wouldn’t say. There was probably a woman involved in it somewhere down the line. Nevertheless, knowing the man sitting beside you really wanted to have you for dinner instead of trivial chicken was unsettling and Rod was going through his Firewhiskey fast.
Reaching out for his wine, the older Lestrange twin stopped a few inches short of it. A second later, he withdrew his hand, thinking better of the liquid in the glass. The vampire beside him smirked more and continued to watch Rod’s neck.
“What can you offer us in return for our services?” the French vampire tilted his head at Rashnu who, to his son’s infuriation, was eating away happily, not bothered by the presence of vampires at all.
“We can abolish vampire census’. I know for a fact you hate the Ministry checking up on you every decade.”
Rodolphus poked at the chicken on his plate and then gave up. Throwing his fork onto the table, he swivelled around to face his father, who was sat to the left of him, and turned his back on the vampire. It wasn’t the wisest decision because the vampire no longer bothered trying to be polite. He turned too and stared at the pulse in his prey’s neck.
Rod could see the corner of his brother’s mouth twitch slightly out the corner of his eye. He frowned. It wasn’t like Rabastan wasn’t being checked out either.
“You’d only get rid of the census? And what are we supposed to eat?” The French vampire and Rashnu ignored their company, they were discussing serious matters.
Rashnu sat back, his glass in his hand, swirling the liquid inside it around in little circles.
“The Dark Lord has offered you hunting grounds. The areas will be cleared of magical folk and you’ll be free to hunt as much Muggle flesh as you like.”
“Your master is generous.”
The door into the room creaked open and a tall blonde vampire walked into the room. She was beautiful and wasn’t really wearing much. Rashnu let his eyes wander as she took a seat beside him, before looking back to the man he’d previously been talking to and smiling.
“He’s generous indeed,” he replied with a smirk and a large mouthful of wine.
----
“You tell us nothing, you know?” Rodolphus grumbled as the three Lestranges stepped out into the cool morning air.
“I do tell you things,” Rashnu answered with a shrug, “I tell you orders.”
“You know that’s not what he means,” Rabastan pointed out.
“When have you dined with vampires before?”
“Why is it such a big thing?”
“Because one just tried to eat me?”
“He wasn’t trying to eat you, Rodolphus.”
“So he just jumped on me for no apparent reason?”
“Of course there was an apparent reason.”
“What?”
“Laurent is gay, Rodolphus. He has a weakness for tall, dark, handsome men.”
Rashnu raised a smug eyebrow at his son and walked away, apparating a few seconds later.
“Don’t even say a word,” Rodolphus warned his brother, glaring at the place their father had been standing.
“I’m not.”
There was a pause.
“Rodolphus?”
“What?”
“That was fucking hilarious.”