"Midnight Visitation (Flurry Heart x Cozy Glow)"
By JeffMango (https://pastebin.com/u/JeffMango)

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Created on: Tuesday 9th of June 2020 11:33:21 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 10:44:16 PM UTC


>Something is terribly wrong about tonight
>You are Flurry Heart, thirteen-years-old, and today you had probably the worst fight of your life with your mom
>You hate her, you’ve decided, you genuinely do, and that hatred still smolders in your belly and keeps you from falling asleep
>So now you’re tangled among your blankets, a thin sheen of sweat forming along your skin
>Shadows creep across the walls, cast by antique furniture that no longer fits you, all of it stacked with stuffed toys
>Moonlight streams in through the window, an ugly yellow color
>You can feel the moonlight crawling across your back, almost a physical presence
>The heat of anger turns quickly to a deathly chill, and the sweat forming on your skin beads up into cold little droplets

>There’s something outside

>You don’t know how you know; you don’t hear anything but the wind sighing through the castle parapets
>But there’s something watching you
>You can feel hot eyes on the back of your neck
>The window creaks open, a breeze like dead breath wafts over you
>Slowly, dreadfully, you turn over onto your back
>For a moment, you see nothing, and you’re ready to believe that this is all just night-terrors, like the kind you had when you were a little girl
>Then you see *her*
>Atop the child-size desk you inherited from your aunt sits a girl just a year or two younger than you
>She’s dressed in a frilly school-girl dress, and her powder-blue hair is done up into perfect curls that frame a doll-like, sinister face 
>She grins when she notices you watching her
“A-ah…”
>You try to scream, but your voice dies in your throat
>The girl rises up into the air, floating a few inches above the desk, and begins to drift towards you
>”I was wonderin’ if you were awake…” she says
>Her voice is mellow and cold, sounding far more ancient than the girl herself looks, and your body trembles at each syllable
>”Good. It’s so much more fun when you’re awake.”
>She reaches your bed and drifts down so that she’s sitting next to you
>You try to crawl away from her, but one glance from her vivid red eyes freezes you in place
>”Aww, c’mon. I don’t like it when you fight back. That’ll make things get real ugly.”
>You try to swallow, but it feels like a rock is jammed into your throat
“Who… what… what are you?”
>The girl giggles
>”Can’t figure that out? Here’s a hint.”
>She opens her mouth, baring gleaming white teeth that come to deadly, razor-sharp points
>Two prominent fangs extend past the rest of them, and even just looking at them, you can already feel your skin burning where they’ll touch you
“No. Please, no…”
>”Sorry. I promise you, it won’t hurt. Not for long…”
>She bends towards you
>Your whole body clenches, trying to fight off this strange, invisible pressure that holds you in place
>You lift up your chin, unwillingly exposing your neck…
“Please, no… no… dad… m-mommy, help…”
>The vampire stops
>She snickers
>”Calling for mommy? Maybe I should visit them next…”
“No. No, please. Don’t hurt them.”
>”Oh yeah?”
>She gently runs a finger over your skin
>Her skin is frigid, but everywhere she touches you flushes and burns
>”Maybe I could visit them instead. Would you like that? You can be nice and safe, and I’ll take mommy instead~”
“…”
>You squeeze your eyes shut, and hot, childish tears begin to spill down your cheeks
“No. Not her, please. Just me. Don’t hurt my mom and dad, please. Please…”
>”Awww.”
>She wipes away the tears
>”You’re a good kid, Flurry. A real good kid.”
“How do you know my name?”
>”I’ve been watching you. I wanna hurt your mommy and daddy, Flurry. I wanna hurt ‘em *real* bad.”
“No!”
>You manage a half-shout
>She holds up a finger to her lips, and your throat closes, silencing you
>”Your family hurt me real bad, a long time ago. But you’re a good kid.”
“…”
>More tears slide down your cheeks
>You try to stop them, but they just keep coming
>You don’t want her to hurt your mom, or your dad… or you
>The vampire floats back up into the air and comes to hover directly above you
>”Did they ever tell you about me? Do they talk about what they did to poor Cozy Glow?”
>You shake your head
>”Hmph. Figures.”
>Cozy floats to the edge of your bed
>”It was way back before you were born. I was trying to be better, you know. I really was. Only feeding when I *really* needed to. And your mom and her sister, they stuffed me in a box and buried me, way out by the old castle. I thought I’d never get out. I was so, so scared, Flurry. Like you are now.”
>She turns that terror-grin on you again
>”And now I’m here. And I can take their little girl.”
“I’m… sorry.”
>”Oh?”
“I’m sorry. For what they did, I’m sorry.”
>You’re crying like a baby now
“But I l-love them. Please don’t hurt them.”
>Cozy shrugs
>”You really love ‘em?”
“I do.”
>”Good. You’re a lucky kid, Flurry. If you love ‘em that much, they must not be too bad.”
“They’re not. They’re really not. The last thing I said to my mom was ‘I hate you.’ I don’t wanna lose her. Please. I’m so sorry.”
>You’re just blubbering, but Cozy smiles nonetheless
>She reaches out and touches your cheek
>You try to pull away, but your body doesn’t obey your commands
>Instead, you lean into your touch
>Something inside you craves the feeling of her hands on you
>And when she smiles, some confused animal part of you *wants* to feel her fangs inside your flesh
>”I like you, Flurry. You’re not like your mom. I’m not gonna kill you.”
>You go limp with relief
“Thank you. Thank you, thank you…”
>”But I wanna show you something.”
“…what?”
>”Just hold still.”
>Cozy drifts downwards, her mouth approaching her face
>But she doesn’t go for your neck
>Instead, she cradles your face and gently turns your mouth up to meet hers in a soft, cold kiss…

***

>You’re so lonely
>A cold, dark void yawns in the pit of your chest, and in your stomach too
>The streets are filthy, and you flit from alleyway to alleyway, trying to find scraps of food, or someone who’ll feed you without wanting to do *that* to you in return
>You sleep huddled in the driest corners you can find, hugging your knees against your skinny chest
>And then you meet *her*
>A local priestess, living alone, she takes you in, feeds you, bathes you, lets you sleep in a bed that she never seems to use
>You trust her immediately—more than that, you love her
>It’s like having a mom again, and until that night, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been
>The happiest you’ll ever be, for those few brief, wonderful nights
>And then she reveals what she really is
>Her warm smile becomes gleaming fangs, kind eyes turn a terrifying, glowing green
>The guise she wore falls away, and the monster takes you, devours you
>Even in the end, though, you trust her
>You let her take everything she wants, and in return she leaves you *changed*
>No longer a child, no longer helpless, you wander the same streets, now feeding off those who refused you
>No longer weak, no longer scared, no longer naive
>But just as lonely as ever

***

>The vision fades as Cozy breaks the kiss
>Your face is a mess of tears now, though when you speak, your voice is strangely calm
“I’m sorry.”
>”There’s nothing to apologize for. Nobody can fix this, you get it?”
“Still…”
>You raise an arm to your eyes, wiping them
“It’s not fair.”
>Cozy’s eyes burn ruby-red
>”No. No, it’s not.”
>Her hand touches your cheek again, then trails down to your neck
>You suppress a shudder
>This one is not out of fear
>Her kiss still lingers on your lips, and everything around you: the night breeze, the blankets against your skin, and the feeling of a cold palm on your delicate neck—it all feels hazy and darkly sensuous
>”I could make you feel like that, Flurry. I could do *all* of that to you.”
“I know…”
>”But I won’t, I suppose.”
“Then… what?”
>Cozy grins
>The sight of her fangs melts whatever resistance remains in you
>”I’ll take you. As mine.”
>She raises her hand from your cheek to her own mouth, then sinks a fang into her own finger
>Dark, ichor-like blood flows from the wound, and Cozy lets it coat her tongue
>She floats down to the bed, landing atop you
>Her body is much heavier than it looks, and she pins you under her scrawny, cold weight
>Her hands grab yours and pin you to the bed, and she bends down, her blood-dripping tongue approaching your mouth
>Though she doesn’t speak, you hear her voice ringing in your head
>*drink*
>You shut your eyes, open your mouth, and let slip her tongue between your lips
>It meets yours, and drops of Cozy’s blood trickle down your throat
>The taste is acidic, burning the entire way down
>But there’s a dark, subtle sweetness too it
>You suck greedily at her tongue, desperate for more
>Cozy lets you indulge yourself, gently kissing you as you drink all you can get from her
>And then she pulls away
>Your heart is hammering now, and your face is on fire
“More, please…”
>”Soon, but not yet.”
>She sits up and raises your right hand to her mouth
>”You’re bound to me now, Flurry. You’ll dream of me. You’ll *want* me. And I’ll be coming to see you soon.”
“Yes. Yes…”
>Cozy kisses your fingers, your palm, then your wrist
>”Now, I’ll take mine. Just a little~”
>Her fang sink into your flesh, and then you know nothing but hot, hazy bliss

>Cozy takes only a little to slake her thirst
>And when she’s finishes, she licks the wound closed, dropping your arm back to your side
>You’re sleeping soundly now, cradled in comfort and enjoying dark dreams
>Cozy rises up from the bed, hovering a few inches above you
>She gently pulls the covers over your body, then bends to whisper in your ear
>”Tell your mom you love her, Flurry. You don’t know how lucky you are.”
>She rises up from the bed, shadows falling over her child-body, and disappears through the window
>She’s no longer smiling
>Instead a serene, sad look crosses her dead features
>Cozy closes her eyes, and drifts out the open window, returning into the wild, lonely night

***

>You wake up the next morning feel wonderfully rested, if a little cold and groggy
>The remnants of some strange dream linger in your mind; cold hands on your tender flesh, a terrifying yet alluring grin, and the impossibly delicious taste of blood…
>You feel almost giddy as you jump to your feet and head down to the common room that attaches your room to your parents’
>Your mom is already up, standing by the table and sipping from a cup of coffee as she pours over a stack of royal reports
>She glances over at you, and a worried look crosses her face
>”Flurry. Good morning. Listen, about yesterday—“
>You don’t even give her a chance to finish before you sprint over to her and throw yourself in her arms
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. About what I said. About everything. I’m so sorry.”
>You’re crying again, but it feels great to cry
>It feels great to hold her
>And when she gingerly raises her arms up to embrace you back, it feels even better
>”What’s gotten into you? This is… different, not that I’m complaining.”
>You nuzzle your face against her chest, relishing the warmth and the familiar smell of her
“I had a really bad dream. That something was going to happen to you.”
>”Oh. Are you okay?”
“Mhm. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you…”
>You go up on your tiptoes and kiss her cheek
>She lets out a surprised “oh!” and you continue, planting kisses all over her face
>Then you rest you head on her shoulder, your mouth just inches from her neck
>You can’t resist the temptation to plant a single kiss right there, and as you do, some strange, wonderful longing stirs in you
“I love you, mom. I really, really do…”

End