SBI Oneshots (technodad +others)

Fuck it. Vampinnit pt 2 (wilbur edition)

Wilbur sometimes gets very vague flashbacks. Usually it's him chasing something. He remembers the smell of fresh human blood and the sound of footsteps in the forest. Usually he'll snap out of it by then but sometimes he'll see the vague silhouette of what he was supposedly chasing. It usually looked like a kid, maybe a preteen. The most prominent feature of the kid being the shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. There was once when he remembered catching the kid and tackling them. And then the kids eyes were red and he would lose it. He wonders who the kid is sometimes.

Wilbur also remembered having a sire at one point, maybe even being part of a coven. But he's been alone for so long that having others around him just seems like a distant dream. Especially now that it was rare to find another vampire, what with there being more countries and a lot more people than there was two or three centuries ago. He's fine. He has his work dad and a nice cat that comes to his apartment sometimes to keep him company. He doesn't need anyone else. And as far as he knows, he is the only vampire in the entire city and hopefully it'll stay that way. He likes feeling special.

Well this is strange-

Wilbur opened the door to see another person that definitely does not work at a blood bank. If the casual hoodie and jeans didn't say anything the duffel bag that smelled vaguely like saved blood should. He nodded to them because what else was he suppose to do? They nodded back and they both continued on their way. Wilbur grabbed more than enough blood to last him another month or two and quickly left still thinking of the person. They clearly weren't a vampire by the look of their more golden colored eyes than brown but they were most certainly not a normal human. And Wilbur may not know how many other "mythical" creatures there are in the world but he doesnt think there are that many that survive on human blood.

He decided to do a little more research that night.

The research did basically nothing. Finding information is hard when everything is brushed off as fictional. There was basically nothing to be found in the stupid human scriptures. The internet is so stupid, Wilbur honestly wouldn't mind if they went back to the time when Marilyn Monroe was still alive. She was the greatest vampire actress Wilbur had ever had the pleasure of meeting before she died. Tragic day really. Played off as an overdose of some human drug. It was clearly some stupid vampire hunter poisoning her but Wilbur wasn't going to say anything. He wouldn't be getting anything out of it if he did say anything. Except maybe a vampire hunter going after him.

He needed to return the books to the library.

Wilbur woke up late in the afternoon the next day. He took a quick shower and put on a simple outfit consisting of some soft sweater, jeans, shoes, and his favorite coat. He managed to put all of the books he borrowed (most being fake vampire love stories) into a bag and started walking towards the bus station. He reached the library with little to no difficulty and pushed the books into the "check-in" slot one by one. Afterwards he decided to see if he could find any other books that could possibly help him. As soon as he entered the building he was hit with the faint smell of blood. Not the smell he was familiar with, the blood being in the humans, no, this one was like the blood stored at the blood bank.

He carefully followed the smell to a small corner in the mythology section. Beanbags and tables scattered by the windows in the corner but only two people sitting at them. Wilbur pretended to be looking for a book while he attempted to figure out exactly what the smell was coming from. Neither of these people looked any different from normal humans but creatures are particularly good at disguising themselves, Wilbur would know after all, he hasn't been called out in almost a century. Excluding that day at the blood bank. Speaking of the blood bank incident, one of the people looked suspiciously like the person he ran into.

"Ranboo, I'm serious, no, listen to me-" the younger, blond, one was whispering into a cellphone settled between their head and shoulder. They were reading some book on hydras it appeared. Wilbur looked back at the bookshelf as they glanced up at him. They looked book at their book. Wilbur looked at the other person. Wait that is the person from the blood bank. Same short hair (dyed pink now, he noticed), same sense of laid back style (although they did appear more dressed up than the last time he saw them), same glasses, same golden colored eyes. The blond grabbed a lidded cup from beside them and opened it. Ah, thats where the smells coming from.

The blond drank some and set the cup aside. The other one hummed and set their book down. They grabbed the cup and set it in a small bag placed between them. The blond frowned but continued talking into the phone. The other ruffled their hair and looked up at Wilbur. They stared at each other like they did at the blood bank. Wilbur glanced at the blond then back at them. They frowned and moved slightly closer to them. Wilbur put his hands slightly up and walked towards them. The blond looked up at him confused and said something into the phone. They put the phone in their pocket and moved closer to the other.

"Wilbur Soot, local vampire, at your service." He held out his hand. They didn't take it. He awkwardly put it back in his pocket and smiled.

"Oh! Sorry." The blond glanced at the pink haired one and talked softer to Wilbur. "You're the one my dad saw. Hey, what's with the whole homeless guy look? Don't get me wrong, it's totally working for you, but why?" Wilbur stepped back and chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the kid with a personality he could only describe as a firecracker.

"You're funny, I like you." He sat on the ground in front of them and smiled. "I just like these types of coats, have likes them since the wars. Makes me feel dramatic. Although I wouldn't say I look homeless. I have a nice apartment a few blocks away." The blond hummed and looked over him.

"I doubt that." The other one snorted and looked up from the book had apparently returned to reading. "So you're a vampire? That's cool. I am too. But my dad here is just immortal. Accident, y'know." The kid leaned forward and put up a hand to block his mouth from his dad, which didn't do much as he stage whispered. "Don't tell him that he's old, gets all emotional." Wilbur chuckled and nodded.

"I knew someone like that once. Always got real defensive when you said he was old. Also got real sappy if you so much as hinted you saw him as a father figure. Crazy bird man." The kid laughed and nodded. "So you're just immortal? How'd that happen."

"Little pushy, eh?" Wilbur shrugged and smiled as innocently as he could. "Accident with magic around early 1800s, made me immortal and gave us these weird white hairs." He moved part of his showing off a small section of white hair standing out of the pink. Wilbur frowned amd looked at his own hair that was falling in front of his eyes.

"Is that how that happened." He mumbled. "I didn't know we could do magic." He shrugged and stood back up. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you both, if you ever want to talk, I work at the record shop a few blocks from here."

"Bye." The blond smiled, showing off some fangs, and waved as he walked away. The other nodded to him and went back to reading the greek "myths" book. Wilbur waved back and made his way out of the library.

A/N wrote this while bleaching my hair and waiting for mcc to start so apologies if the ending seemed rushed