Love ya to Death

Sweet like Honey

Reaper sighed to himself and closed the book, carelessly tossing it onto the empty scarlet cushion next to him.

He couldn't help but to stare at it for a few minutes, deep in thought after re-reading each sentence at least a hundred times over. He thought the novel would be able to shed some light on his situation, and hopefully it would point out that Geno's traits didn't match that of a werewolves', but the information seemed to only raise more questions than answers.

That being said it wasn't difficult to tell that the book was written by a vampire, because it turned out to be less informative, focusing on slandering werewolves with things he already knew rather than stating facts. The title was extremely misleading, and that was annoying.  

Of course he still had suspicions, and knowing he was probably right made his head hurt.  Regardless of all the problems this would give Reaper, he couldn't help but to let his mind wander into a confusing territory. So instead of questioning what he would have to do to get rid of Geno, he wondered what strange qualities the other had. He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about petting the other, or wondering if he would curl up into a cuddly little ball every time he slept?

Then a cyan bush darkened around his cheekbones and his smile faltered. The idea of the scarfed one sleeping soundly with his face buried into the fabric of his tattered scarf actually seemed adorable. His fingers twitched slightly as he imagined how Geno might react to being pet. Then suddenly he shook his head, blush spreading as he stood up and brushed himself off, trying to push these thoughts aside.

There was no distaste brought along with these fantasies, but Reaper was surprised he even thought of such things.  If his thoughts proved to be true, knowing Geno there was no way he would even be able to approach the other, let alone end up in a situation where the other wasn't constantly alert in his presence.

Then just as Reaper was about to walk he stopped in his tracks, dark sockets widening slightly and he put one hand to his chin.

Throughout his entire childhood, back when  gaster was still alive and his brother was home the topic of wolves was rarely discussed since they supposedly didn't exist, but on the occasion his father did bring them up it was always the same. They are a threat to both vampire and mortal kind and deserved to have been wiped out. Remembering his fathers' cruel words brought anther idea.

That's just the thing. Reaper had heard the exact same phrases from every mortal he came across, even from Geno himself.

Vampires are nothing but cruel and conniving, twisting words into lies to get what they want. They are dangerous blood-sucking thieves that lack the capacity to feel emotion and they shoud be shown no mercy and so on.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty for a moment, because vampires might have lied about how werewolves were just as mortals had done to Reaper's own kind. Then behind the guilt another feeling appeared, and Reaper began to have a little hope.

Yes, werewolves were dangerous to vampires, but never really coming into contact with one he couldn't possible know to what extent. After all, rumors about vampires themselves weren't true, so why should he be quick to assume that he'd have to kill Geno? The other was grumpy, but he was also meek in a way, so it might not be impossible for a relatively harmless wolf to exist if the same could be said for his own kind.

He should have known other vampires would paint a bad image of the species because of their ability to kill with a single bite, but that didn't mean they should be killed just because they were considered an inconvenience.

Maybe this was a stupid idea, but it was a stupid idea that made sense to Reaper, and since werewolf's bite didn't work untransformed then what would he have to lose? Besides, its not like there was anybody around to judge him anymore, and he still hasn't technically proved any of this to be true.