- Location
- Germany
...and I even was pretty quick with that idea - just a bit over one moth for 6.2k words
not bad, especially for one as me
A Hellfish flys again! ( a Simpsons X DVV CK2 Quest)
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...and I even was pretty quick with that idea - just a bit over one moth for 6.2k words
not bad, especially for one as me
Kamp Krusty adventure (part 3)
"Left it is then," You say to yourself as you creep up towards the door of the cabin. You grip the door knob before slowly and hesitantly turning it and looking inside..
"What in the-?" The worlds fall out of your mouth like a dead mouse.
The cabin is completely empty. Barren, more like it. Even in the dark, you can tell there's nothing in the room with you. No furniture, no lamps, not even a clock to tell the time and certainly no kids. The only thing you can make out is a strange ruffling noise.
You all scuttle inside the cabin for privacy's sake and the ruffling mostly stops. "Vat is tha-?" the kaiser's question is interrupted when Badger growls and bites something!
"Hey!, drop it, drop it!" You whisper in a stern tone. He does so with a whine, and you notice a black spot on the ground. You kneel towards it and grabs it. The darkness of the room makes it hard to distinguish but you think you recognize what is it.
"Is this… a garbage bag?" You whisper to your companions, showing them the object.
Fat Tony kneels besides as takes the bag in his hands. "Oh it's a garbage bag alright. I recognize that brand, it stinks, not worth the penny." He confirms your suspicions as you look at the floor and notice even more of these bags loitering the place.
"Gentlemen…zere are more of zose bags ofer zere." Kaiser says, having walked further into the room as he points to the wall furthest from the door. There are at least dozens of those bags piled there into a small mountain.
Crippler walks towards the pile and starts sniffing it, and after a few seconds starts panting and lays on top of the pile. Curiously, as the dog puts his weight down, instead of the sound of bags rustling, a small squeaky sound is heard instead.
The zombified German reaches out under Crippler and pulls out…a stuffed animal? It's hard to distinguish in the dark but you are almost certain.
Fat Tony and you share a look and the next moment the three of you are ruffling through the bags and in no time can find a few more of those buried under the pile of bags.
You try your hardest to not think what exactly this could mean for Bart and Lisa as you hear Fat Tony mutter about a Ma Donna or something under his breath. Odd time to think about his mother but you are not one to judge.
Kaiser instead finds a piece of paper, checks it out and gasps. "Look here, zis must be ze list zey use to keep track of ze kids." He says as he offers the paper to you.
You immediately reach out and grab the paper out of Kaiser's hands and start reading it.
*Hmm seems most of the kids are away at 'art's and crafts' whatever that is." You comment as you see several names that you don't recognize being assigned there, though the 3 names not there catch your attention.
Bart Simpson: 'Time out.'
Lisa Simpson: 'Time out.'
Michael D'Amico: 'Working shift with the Sergeant at Visitors center.'
As you read you feel a feeling of dread build up in your stomach. Considering how the camp is locked down like a trench encampment you get the feeling this 'time out' is more serious than it sounds. And your grandchildren are trapped where ever that is.
Fat Tony's frown somehow gets more intense as his eyes narrow reading Micheal's placement. "This…complicates things." He says though you can tell he wants to say more by the look on his face and how his fists tighten. "Where to now boss man?"
You choose:
[ ] Go out the front door and into the rest of the camp. Wherever the kids may be, it isn't in the cabin next to you.
[ ] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
"What in the-?" The worlds fall out of your mouth like a dead mouse.
The cabin is completely empty. Barren, more like it. Even in the dark, you can tell there's nothing in the room with you. No furniture, no lamps, not even a clock to tell the time and certainly no kids. The only thing you can make out is a strange ruffling noise.
You all scuttle inside the cabin for privacy's sake and the ruffling mostly stops. "Vat is tha-?" the kaiser's question is interrupted when Badger growls and bites something!
"Hey!, drop it, drop it!" You whisper in a stern tone. He does so with a whine, and you notice a black spot on the ground. You kneel towards it and grabs it. The darkness of the room makes it hard to distinguish but you think you recognize what is it.
"Is this… a garbage bag?" You whisper to your companions, showing them the object.
Fat Tony kneels besides as takes the bag in his hands. "Oh it's a garbage bag alright. I recognize that brand, it stinks, not worth the penny." He confirms your suspicions as you look at the floor and notice even more of these bags loitering the place.
"Gentlemen…zere are more of zose bags ofer zere." Kaiser says, having walked further into the room as he points to the wall furthest from the door. There are at least dozens of those bags piled there into a small mountain.
Crippler walks towards the pile and starts sniffing it, and after a few seconds starts panting and lays on top of the pile. Curiously, as the dog puts his weight down, instead of the sound of bags rustling, a small squeaky sound is heard instead.
The zombified German reaches out under Crippler and pulls out…a stuffed animal? It's hard to distinguish in the dark but you are almost certain.
Fat Tony and you share a look and the next moment the three of you are ruffling through the bags and in no time can find a few more of those buried under the pile of bags.
You try your hardest to not think what exactly this could mean for Bart and Lisa as you hear Fat Tony mutter about a Ma Donna or something under his breath. Odd time to think about his mother but you are not one to judge.
Kaiser instead finds a piece of paper, checks it out and gasps. "Look here, zis must be ze list zey use to keep track of ze kids." He says as he offers the paper to you.
You immediately reach out and grab the paper out of Kaiser's hands and start reading it.
*Hmm seems most of the kids are away at 'art's and crafts' whatever that is." You comment as you see several names that you don't recognize being assigned there, though the 3 names not there catch your attention.
Bart Simpson: 'Time out.'
Lisa Simpson: 'Time out.'
Michael D'Amico: 'Working shift with the Sergeant at Visitors center.'
As you read you feel a feeling of dread build up in your stomach. Considering how the camp is locked down like a trench encampment you get the feeling this 'time out' is more serious than it sounds. And your grandchildren are trapped where ever that is.
Fat Tony's frown somehow gets more intense as his eyes narrow reading Micheal's placement. "This…complicates things." He says though you can tell he wants to say more by the look on his face and how his fists tighten. "Where to now boss man?"
You choose:
[ ] Go out the front door and into the rest of the camp. Wherever the kids may be, it isn't in the cabin next to you.
[ ] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
Edit: right into voting this time.
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This is starting to get even more concerning, and it was already pretty concerning to start with! Honestly not sure which choice to go with for the votes
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
I guess we're right there so if we check it now we won't have to double back in case we find out later there was something in there after all. A quick check probably won't take long, we can just give it a quick sweep and then head back into the camp
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
I guess we're right there so if we check it now we won't have to double back in case we find out later there was something in there after all. A quick check probably won't take long, we can just give it a quick sweep and then head back into the camp
- Location
- California,USA
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
- Location
- The Golden State
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
- Location
- Germany
Pretty sure that FT is talking about "Madonna", a term for artistic representations of the Virgin Mary
Madonna (art) - Wikipedia
Basically it´s him exclaiming "My God!"
Would make sense since as an Italian-American, he probably was at least raised a devout (or at least "Devout *enough*") Catholic...which might cause some minor frictions with ZK, who as Prussian nobility was/is a devout *Protestant*
The Kingdom of Italy having essentially "betrayed" the Central Powers to the Entente for some territorial claims against Austria-Hungary during WWI (of which Wilhelm was an *Active perpetrator*, remember?) probably doesn´t help matters
As for the vote, I´ll just jump onto the bandwagon
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
After all, the toys having been found UNDER the bags indicates them being left there deliberately as some sort of clue and so, us going to look for more makes sense - also, Bart and Lisa being listed as "in Time-out" indicates that they are being held captive *somewhere* - might as well go for rescuing them before shit goes down (Michael as well, but him being with some kind of "Seargent" means he´s too directly supervised right now)
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- Location
- Italian City
- Pronouns
- He/They/Name
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
[X] Go checkout the right cabin maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
I kinda want to check out everything first before leaving. whoever took over the camp has been using this cabin dumping ground for any care packages or stuffed toys for the kids possibly I don't know why, but it's weird that they placed stuffed toys and garbage bags. I wonder why?
I'm concerned what timeout means
Anyway, I want to say that I making an omake make about Gil as well
I kinda want to check out everything first before leaving. whoever took over the camp has been using this cabin dumping ground for any care packages or stuffed toys for the kids possibly I don't know why, but it's weird that they placed stuffed toys and garbage bags. I wonder why?
I'm concerned what timeout means
Anyway, I want to say that I making an omake make about Gil as well
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
This is a bit tricky. "Time-Out" is captivity and they are very likely supervised there, too. Frankly, I doubt that any form of captivity designed for even vaguely normal children, and that wasn't supervised, would hold Bart and Lisa Simpson for any great length of time.
On the other hand, "the Sargeant" is probably someone with actual authority in the camp, and immediately alerting him that something's amiss could cause us more problems than just quietly taking down an adult watching a bunch of kids in lockboxes who isn't expecting any trouble.
- Location
- Italian City
- Pronouns
- He/They/Name
Someone is probably traficking humans.
Oh, and we'll probably run into some Big Criminal Player/Prince/King soon enough.
- Location
- Germany
...what if Bart and Lisa *Wanted* to be put in timeout to finagle some shit relatively unmolested? Bart would definitely be shrewd enough to use a punishment for his own gains, at least.
Sure, they are probably still being guarded in some form, but probably by something closer to "goon-level" than whatever this "Seargent" is.
So, my money is on the Simpson kinds WANTING to be jailed for some reason.
Don´t think that we are getting slapped with a King-tier threat this soon - now, another Zero-tier Prince would be more feasible.
Yeah, this isn't a King operation. Not from what we've seen so far anyway. My current guess is some kind of knock off goods producer using child labor to reduce costs, though that theory does have some holes in it if I'm being honest
Gil Gunderson in: Good old Gil Luck changes (canon!)
Gil Gunderson in: Good old Gil Luck changes
Gil Gunderson consider himself a very unlucky man getting jobs. I mean it's not's your fault for holding a steady job for long. It's just that he gets hurt a lot or do jobs on the sides or… OK Gill you're sensing a pattern that you might be slightly responsible for not having a steady job. But still your points stands. Anyway you're here to apply yourself for the paper you're currently holding your hand "Old Abe's family Emporium"
You look up and see the nuclear power plant which was used to be owned by Mr. Burns now owned by Abe Simpson. If that old man can beat the most vindictive and well-known cheat in Springfield and get control of his Empire by heck that mean you're luck and change. You hope.
You enter through the power plan to meet with Ned Flanders now the right hand of Mr. Simpson. As you're walking down through the halls You see the employees actually look happy instead of being miserable from how they used to describe working for Mr. Burns and everything looks pretty much newer and hopefully safe.
As you standing in front of the door to be interviewed by Mr. Flanders, you hesitate for a while before knocking. What are you even doing Gil. You think to yourself what makes you qualified for whatever job they can give you I mean you have several health problems bronchitis, a bad back. Evidently thinking back on your previous jobs you might get fired on the first day if you're really that unlucky.
Oh what if Shirley was right, That you can't be a breadwinner for your family to support them or yourself. You still remember the day your wife asked for the divorce.
You definitely didn't cry or beg, Shirley to reconsider and give Ol' Gil another chance. That you can find another job You still remember what she said when you definitely didn't do that
"Oh Gill" as you heard your wife's voice softly say to you " Our children need a strong Male role model. They need a father who can hold on for one job and not be fired after what? A couple of weeks." You see Shirley ladies down the papers on the table. " It's for the best for the both of us and for our children."
"Mr Gunderson?" A southern sweet voice which returns you back to the present instead of the memory you were remembering. You see in front of you Ned Flanders you remember him back then as you were a vacuum salesman and him a trampoline salesman for vertebreaker trampolines he's looks good for a guy being in his 50s
"Ahh… Mr. Flanders." You stammer out nervously. You see that he's giving you a concerned look. You're losing him Gil say something so that you can save face "Oh Ned, I'm sorry it's just that I found a quarter underneath your vending machine and I've been trying to figure out how to get it. So I can buy myself my breakfast from the vending machine."
OK you could've literally said anything else but hey at least he won't think somethings wrong about you. You see Ned gives you a concerned stare, but gestures for you to come into his office. You can definitely tell Ned has placed his personal touches on it with posters with inspirational stuff and church quotes
"So Gil i'm happy to see that you're OK after the whole dome fiasco, the Lord himself was testing us all with that." You hear Ned say to you while gesturing for you to sit down in the seat in front of his desk.
You stammer out saying "Oh right the Dome, horrible it was but Ol' Gil is a fighter, sir. I can tell you that. It would take more than one simple dome to take out Gil Gunderson."
You let a nervous laugh. God the dome was horrible. Everyone was like a wild animal fighting for resources neighbors turning on each other. You're very glad that Mr. Simpson decided not to forgive the government for placing the entirety of Springfield underneath the dome.
You stop laughing and decide to get to the point and just pull off the Band-Aid "So Ned I heard that you're hiring new people for the power plant and ol Gil thought that just maybe if I could be hired for the plant."
You see Ned tugs his collar and looking a bit sheepish "Oh That was a while ago, Gile I'm sorry but currently we're not hiring and Mr. Simpson is away at camp Krusty, but I don't know aren't you.."
OK, you can definitely see what's currently happening. It's time to pull out the secret trick but always gets you hired. You immediately go on your knees and proceeded to beg.
"Ned please please hire me. I'm not doing good. I lost my last job when the dome was put down and I heard this place Is hiring people. Please, Ned I don't want to sleep in the dumpster again. The raccoons bite hard. if it helps, I'm pretty well-versed in a lot of things due to my old job experiences. Please Ned help Ol' Gil out here please!"
You say very pathetically and you could see Mr. Flanders gives you a look of pity and thinking before letting out the sigh, ultimately and saying
"I don't know Gil but I do remember that you are pretty persuasive. I do remember when you help Marge with the lawsuit back then with motherloving sweets and sugar just maybe i'll consider hiring you to be in our new restructured PR department."
You instinctively jump up for joy and shake Mr. Flanders's hands excitedly
"Oh thank you, Mr. Flanders. I promise you, but I will do the best of my ability to help this company and keep my job. I promise you that that."
You exit Mr. Flanders office with a skip in your step and maybe just maybe your luck has finally been to change.
As always, please give me your thoughts, criticisms and anything else so I can get better material out in the future thank you
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- He/Him
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
Good to see that this quest is still going strong.
Hmm I should try to think up some fresh omake ideas for it when get the chance.
Good to see that this quest is still going strong.
Hmm I should try to think up some fresh omake ideas for it when get the chance.- Pronouns
- He/They
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
- Location
- Argentina
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
- Location
- Louisville, KY
[X] Go checkout the right cabin, maybe the kids are there? Or maybe some more clues that could help you?
Voting closed!
MrWealthman
Filthy Capitalist
- Location
- Deep in the piles of cash.
Time to see what's behind door number two!
Wherefore art thou, Candace? (Canon!)
- Location
- Germany
AN:
-sighs fondly-
"Die Katze lässt das Mausen nicht", as we Germans say whenever someone just can´t help themselves but to fall into old, deeply-ingrained habits again - and because of that, *yet another one-shot from yours truly*
And friggin hell, but that one is a HECKIN´ CHONKER clocking in at a mindboggling 6.2 k words^^
This time, we are accompanying Candace Flynn over at the "Phineas & Ferb" side of things realizing with dread, that that bout of vampirism she contracted that one isn´t as gone as both she and her brothers thought - now, as Halloween draws ever nearer for her, it´s reasserting itself with a vengeance.
Let´s just hope she can "survive" this encroaching new state of being and that she doesn´t make any fatal mistakes on the way, shall we?^^
Oh, and just for the record: Since the "climax" of Candace coming clean to her friends and accepting her "condition" for now takes place on Halloween, that means that she only properly becomes a vampire at the ass-end of Turn 4 (if my reverse calculations using QM fiat of Christmas being in Turn 5 still check out) and that right now, she´s only *in the process of turning*
Just a heads-up for anyone wanting to reference this bit in the near future
Danville.
A small-enough settlement somewhere in the western United States that - despite already having seen its fair share of oddities in the past - would continue to become weirder still for the foreseeable future, both in macrocosm as well as microcosm.
Looking at the big picture, most people could not help but double-take when noted oddball and self-proclaimed "mad scientist" Dr. Heinz Doofenschmirtz had out of the blue decided to forego his usual largely inconsequential shenanigans a while ago. Instead he seemingly declared himself "Supreme Ruler of the Tristate Area" and outright seceded from the Union - that was until the sheer ridiculousness of such a display of megalomania more befitting a Saturday Morning cartoon villain than a real human being as well as some explanatory statements from both the Feds and DEIs very own PR branch revealed everything to be a mere publicity stunt in order to flex the company's muscles at its competitors across the nation. With everything cleared up, the people of Danville quickly grew accustomed to and even strangely fond of their "overlord´s" zany scheme, especially since some of them like the Rollercoaster-based new transit system ended up a net benefit to their daily chores despite everything.
That was on the societal level, though - on the personal one, some had bigger and more immediate problems to address than an endearingly chipper yet armed to the teeth robot rolling about on his new tank treads.
One such person was 16-ish years old Candace Gertrude Flynn, who was currently laying on the living room couch while huddled and shivering from panic.
The reason for that would have been clear to anyone hearing her mutter to herself as memories began assaulting her mind..
"Why is this happening to me again? I thought they got rid of it…"
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It all started some time ago, when suddenly tiny specks of red started appearing in the teenager´s normally solid blue irises. At first, Candace thought it merely a case of unseasonable hay fever or something equally harmless, but over time she was slowly disabused of this notion as the crimson swallowed up more and more eye surface area. To make matters worse, soon after her eyes started changing, it became more and more difficult for Candace to withstand bright lights, with direct sunlight being the most loathsome source of discomfort for the changing teen. In fact, her body seemed intent to make being in bright daylight as uncomfortable to her as possible, for her normally comparatively Caucasian skin started bleaching to an unnaturally pale white more akin to a corpse than a living human being.
For the first few weeks of what had to be some freak illness, Candace tried her best to alleviate her discomfort by wearing the most skin-covering clothes available, which unfortunately mainly served to make her stick out like a sore thumb in the beginning summer´s proclivity for shorter-length wardrobes. Only a chance encounter finally brought some much-needed reprieve again.
It had been one annoyingly incandescent afternoon, when Candace and her mother went Downtown for some errands, when the young girl had slinked away from Mom gossiping with some friends again in order to find some respite for her plight. In order to do so, she had entered a random shop in search of some shade and maybe some cool as well (although for some reason, she had slowly stopped feeling heat over time on top of everything else, so the latter was a moot point). Little did Candace know that she had unwittingly entered what had to be Danville´s one goth store, crammed full with dark and dreary paraphernalia. While she was still dealing with the feeling of some repressed memory of having been there once before gnawing at her mind, suddenly the incredibly bored-looking store clerk beckoned for her to approach and when Candance did so, he looked side-to-side shiftily before asking about her old eye and skin color. After receiving that info, he unceremoniously shoved some boxes containing colored contacts and "Baleful Daystar"-brand re-tanning sunscreen into her arms "as a present for prospective customers" before ushering her out again.
As a farewell, he also told her one thing that still continued to bedevil her.
"Do not trust everything the Eagle claims to be true, young Fledgeling - and come back once you are ready if you wanna know more."
As unsettling and just plain creepy as that encounter had been though, it had proven to be Candace's salvation for as soon as she applied the contacts and cream, her discomfort about the baleful sun immediately lessened to only a mild, utterly negligible uneasiness whenever she wandered around in the open. A most welcome boon for sure, especially after the next round of changes to her body announced themselves.
Luckily for Candace's nerves though, this batch seemed to be of a far more mundane and easily-explainable sort, what with her teenage body apparently giving puberty another try. In only a few meager weeks, her previously very plain form blossomed out into something noticeably more womanly, making her look closer to 19 or even 20 instead of 16-ish. This as well as her hair reddening considerably admittedly did wonders for her feelings of being not attractive enough for Jeremy. Unfortunately, that still left all the other, more worrying physical changes to address and so Candace finally resolved herself to see her general-practitioner-slash-OB/GYN about it, only to possibly get the mother of all bombshells dropped on her.
"Sensitivity to sunlight, blood-red pupils, extremely white skin, low body temperature, no detectable heartbeat,..." Dr. Holly Cahill had recited from her findings, confusion and worry plain on her face, "to be frank - if I didn´t know that such a condition isn´t real, I'd joke that you´re only a set of fangs and literal bloodthirst away from more-or-less fulfilling the description of an archetypical VAMPIRE, my dear."
After that revelation, the whole appointment was kind of a blur to the young girl - a bit of reassurance about how Dr. Cahill would still be there for her and stay silent about the whole business regardless of what was true later (doctor-patient confidentiality be praised), Candace trudged home on auto-pilot trying to digest what she had been told.
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With the mental recap of the last few months worth of literally life-altering changes finally complete, all that was left for Candace amidst all the fear while cowering on the couch was to ask herself the 1-Million-Dollar question.
A Vampire? How is this possible? Vampires don't exist and even if they did, there's no way how I could have gotten infected by them…right?
That was the moment a long-forgotten memory of one particular afternoon a whole while ago crashed to the forefront of her mind.
That time, she and Stacy had watched a cheesy romance movie about a love triangle between a werewolf and a vampire guy vying for the affections of a human girl. She and her bestie had gotten a big lark outta it for how silly the very idea was, but then, just as they had left the cinema…
…a promotional bat had bitten her.
At first Stacy and her had joked about it surely having been a vampire, but shortly afterwards Candace had noticed some weird changes about her - nowhere near as extreme as the ones she was suffering right now, but still vaguely in the ballpark of what was understood as "vampirism". For the remainder of the day, she'd been searching in terror for her brothers while being beset by angry, torches-and-pitchforks-wielding villagers right outta the Dark Ages of all people (as thematically appropriate as they had been, she had never learned where they both had come from as well as disappeared to). Even when she had finally found Phineas and Ferb at home and told them her worries, her younger brother had simply smiled oh-so-very-kindly, explained to her that all those "vampirism symptoms'' she thought she was experiencing had simply been some bric-a-bracs they boys had set up for their friends. After that, Phineas wanted to prove to her that she wasn't a vampire at all, and had taken off her protective cloak and glasses (which she had bought from that goth store - that's why it had felt so familiar to her a few weeks ago!)...
…and after the sun´s rays had hit her bare skin unimpeded, she had seized up immediately and everything had gone black for her.
Next thing Candace could remember was her waking up in their garage on an operation table of sorts, her brothers´relieved faces over her and Phineas telling her that she had turned to dust from the sun hitting her and they had to glue her together again and "revive" her with some very experimental gels again.
No wonder that Candace had repressed that particular memory - she had been dead for a while, after all. But despite all this, Candace felt no anger towards her brothers since they still had gone above and beyond in bringing her back - but unfortunately, it apparently hadn´t been enough to fully purge the vampirism from her body and now for some ungodly reason, it had reasserted itself even stronger than before. The only silver lining currently visible to the despairing teen was that she still didn't have the fangs and bloodthirst to "complete" the curse.
…or so she thought, for as if fate itself wanted to punish her for tempting it, as soon she decided to snack on some baked goods after calming down a bit, not only did Candace find her treat utterly unpalatable (tasting like ash if anything), but her also inadvertently cutting her tongue on her front teeth and tasting some of her own blood utterly ruined the experience for her.
"Freaking heck!",she blurted out while dry-heaving, "since when does my blood taste so dang rancid and stale? I was just regular old copper that one time I licked my scraped hand after I crashed my bike a while ago, so why does it now taste like something died in my-"
Ranting like that while absent-mindedly licking her teeth to maybe rid herself of this horrid taste, suddenly the young teen felt something that would have made her go pale out of sheer dread if her skin wasn't already white as ivory.
.
"God, please no - tell me that's not happening," Candace cried out as she frantically ran ito the next floor mirror, only to balk at what she was forced to behold in the mirror.
Without realizing it until now, before her own eyes her canines were growing into ACTUAL FANGS!
Not only that, but as she looked down at her shaking hands, she saw her fingernails slowly lengthening into very pointy claws. To make matters even worse, as soon as her new "instruments" reached their "proper" lengths, a hellishly intense and unnatural dryness in her throat assaulted the young girl's mind and she immediately knew that only one thing could slake her monstrous new thirst.
This can't be real, Candace mentally wanted to cry out with her face in her now-clawed hands while desperately trying to drone out something within her hungering for unspeakable, unnatural things, I can't be a monster - a FREAK. What am I supposed to do now? I can´t live like that…not as what´s basically a walking corpse thirsting for-
squeak-squeak…shuffle…
Even through the closed glass door, she could hear them scurrying through the garden - some little morsels that were lost~...
Without noticing, Candace licked her lips, her crimson eyes glazing over for a moment. Normally she would never even dream of hurting some harmless critter, but she was starving right now and so, after some sounds of glass sliding on top of glass and panicked squeaking that was quickly silenced forever, the young girl quickly came back to her senses again with all four fangs stained claret and looked back at the lifeless little body in her hands, both sated for now and yet absolutely horrified at what she just had done in a moment of weakness.
"...what have I done???" she gasped out, while the ex-rat fell from her shaking hands onto the lawn, "I just drained a living being of its blood without thinking - what if that had been Perry? Oh God, what if I…no, Candace Flynn, don't go there - he disappeared quite some time before all this happened, remember? His blandness might have annoyed me at times, but I loved the little guy all the same."
Taking a few steadying breaths, she realized with surprise that with her monstrous urges sated for the time being her mind was clearer than ever since she became a…a vampire.
No use denying it anymore… Candace was a vampire now and unlike last time, there was no turning her back - not with her brothers being completely beside themselves out of worry for Perry. As for alternatives…while Doofenshmirtz´ weird machines he liked to call `Something-overly-specific-Inator´ or similar were about on par with the boys´ contraptions and while he did seem like an approachable enough guy aside from acting like he was some Banana Republic dictator, just approaching him while babbling on about being a vampire was liable to get her jumped and thrown in the loony bin. Her parents on the other hand - Candace loved them to bits (and not just because they decided to give her some space as her condition worsened like they did right now) but DANG if they weren't dense at times and even if they believed her, what were they supposed to do? "Vampires didn´t exist" and so if word got out that they were sheltering some weird mutant kid…that simply wasn't a good idea in the current climate.
That only left two people she felt even slightly at ease letting into her secret right now - her bestie Stacy Hirano and…
~~Jeremy~~
At the thought of her boyfriend, Candace couldn´t help but giggle dreamily, before snapping out of her "love trance" again.
While she was really wary of getting close to her beloved in her current state (what if being around the boy I love turns me crazy with bloodlust?, she thought for a moment), something in her told her that he of all people would find a way to help her out of this mess.
Somehow.
Thinking about how to best approach after months of avoiding him thanks to everything going on with her, Candace suddenly remembered the local Halloween party a few days from now.
…yeah, what better time to tell your boyfriend that you are a vampire than on Halloween? Well, maybe on Valentine's Day, but I am NOT waiting that long to come clean to him!
With that in mind and in a surprisingly good mood, Candace whipped out her phone and quickly typed out an invitation to accompany her to the party (not trusting herself to actually speak to Jeremy right now and all).
After that was done, she made a quick list to get a nice costume and maybe test the waters of her vampirism (including how far she could stretch the definition of "feeding on blood" to get by - thankfully, her mom had stocked up on some cans of "Melas Zomos" from the Greek Quarter on a whim) before making herself a bit more presentable for the world at large for now.
…after she had disposed of the rat body, of course.
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A few days later, one Jeremy Johnson arrived at the Flynn-Fletchers´ front door (dressed a rather sightly British Naval officer from the Golden Age, if he did say so himself) to pick up his girlfriend for the local, vaguely Pirate-Age-themed Halloween party and maybe a movie later. As he prepared to knock, sudden worry assaulted him.
For some ungodly reason, his beloved had some time ago started getting even twitchier than during the worst of times, even seemingly avoiding him as much as possible and while he feared for her well-being, Jeremy wanted to give her her space. But then, barely a week ago Candace out of the blue had called him on his phone and asked him if he wanted to go out tonight. After him quickly and eagerly saying "yes", it had quite literally been a date and Jeremy hastily endeavored to look his Sunday best for her. And so here he was, beside himself with nervousness about his appearance being up to snuff as well as feeling a most peculiar sensation he could not put his finger on as he stood there - as if he was about to cross a major threshold in his life.
That's silly, the teenage boy thought to himself, that's just the same old door to the same old house where your same old- I MEAN YOUNG - girlfriend lives…no need being all nervous now, Jer.
With his resolve steeled, he once more went to knock, only to find it the door curiously open.
Stepping into the dimly-lit hallway, Jeremy called out.
"Candace, you here? Is everything alright?"
"I am in the living room, Jer - can we talk for a moment?", he heard Candace´s voice, a strangely enticing timbre reverberating within it. When he entered the correct room, his jaw almost hit the floor at what he saw.
Candace Flynn truly struck a magnificent figure in that extravagant attire of hers, with a black tricorne sporting silver linings and being topped by a magnificent red plume being the most immediate eye-catcher to anyone laying theirs on her. That was not to say that the rest of her outfit was falling behind in sightliness, though. Such notions were immediately dashed to pieces by his girlfriend having donned a knee-length black dress with white hems and more silver embroidery that Candace had raised almost to hip-height on her right side with a metal clasp, thus revealing an obviously plastic dagger strapped to her crimson pants (`has Candance always been this "leggy"´?´, Jeremy thought idly before quickly reining in his thoughts before they went somewhere naughty). The knee-height, silver-lined riding boots that she was wearing as well as the crimson diamond brooch she had affixed to a piece of chest ruffles completed the dangerously enticing "Victorian-Noblewoman-moonlighting- as-pirate-captain look" Candance seemed to go for.
But regardless of how enchanting those garbs might have been, the girl wearing them was even more so by a magnitude.
Sporting a noticeably more womanly figure than he remembered her having before today (while it probably was nowhere near "centerfold-worthy" as some of his more boorish classmates would say, it also was a far cry from her previously rail-thin but no less beautiful form), there she stood with ivory skin glistening in the moonlight, her full, previously brunette hair developing a markedly red sheen, those blue irises of hers now a brilliantly deep claret, her shy smile unveiling what looked like pointed fangs - for all of how such a thing existing sounded ludicrous, it all coupled with a strange, otherworldly Presence Candace seemed to exude made his beloved look like…
"A Vampirate…dang, Candace - and so life-like, too…", he couldn't help but marvel at her.
"Don't you mean `unlife-like, Jeremy?" Candace replied.
Before he could chuckle at her corny pun, a look at her shaking her head made him stop.
Seemingly steeling herself while indicating her skin, eyes and fangs, Candace said "This isn't part of the costume at all, Jeremy - I truly am a Vampire now…"
"Huh?"
With this, Candace carefully walked up to her beloved and gently took his hands into hers (making him shiver involuntarily at both how deathly cold they were and them ending in very pointy fingernails) while guiding him to sit on the couch.
"Please let me explain, my love…"
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"So…," Jeremy started, while Candace stood in front of him and could do little more than nervously wringing her hands and gnawing her lip (unconsciously baring her upper fangs to him, but that damage had already been done), "let me get this straight, Candace: That one time ages ago when I thought that seeing that vampire movie had put you on edge, a bite from a promotional bat had actually turned you into a Vampire?"
"Yup."
"So you went to your brothers for in getting cured, but because they didn´t believe you at first, they accidentally turned you to dust by removing your protective coat and glasses."
"They didn´t mean to hurt me…"
"Never said they did - so, a few hours later, you just woke up again and they told you that they essentially glued you back together with some bio-neural gel they cooked up and revived you?"
"Well, I felt alive again at least…"
"You were, trust me…But a few months ago, your vampirism somehow came back slowly and you saw no other way but to accept it on your lonesome?"
"I HAD no other choice, Jer!", Candace blurted out in a panic, tears starting to run down her face.
Oh God, I messed everything up and now he's breaking up with me…what will I do now?
Next thing she knew, her beloved stood again and gently dried her tears with his thumb, making her breath hitch.
"Don't worry, I understand…but before we talk it out some more, would you do something for me, my love?"
Despite having technically stopped beating a while ago, at this Candace´s heart seemed to race for a wonderful moment. So she neither could nor would suppress her typical giggling fit from arising, not even minding that her innate vampiric allure made it sound more sultry than giddy as usual.
"Of course, Jer - you can ask me anything," she replied with a dreamy look while already contemplating what her beloved could possibly desire of her, not catching onto him freeing his neck from his costume´s collar.
"Please bite me."
This immediately shattered the blissful haze that had descended upon Candace's mind and her pupils contracted to pinpricks in renewedhunger panic.
""Wha-? Jeremy, you don't know what you´re asking of me there," she cried out, while her vampirically-enhanced ears suddenly twitched for some reason,"I might look and sound human right now, but I still am an undead thing forced to feast on the blood of those like you…even now I can feel the Beast within me lurking in wait for the right moment to strike. How can you be so sure I´ll be able to keep myself from draining you dry?"
Unable to stop her treacherous mind from conjuring up horrendous visions of what might happen if she ever slipped up, the teenage vampire´s senses failed her for a moment and she backed away from her boyfriend into the sliding glass door to the garden with a dull thud, allowing Jeremy to close the gap and hug her tightly before releasing her again and looking her into her frantic eyes while cupping her face gently.
"Because I know that what you have become doesn't change who you always will be - someone who loves those close to her and who is loved in turn. I know that you are absolutely terrified of yourself right now and yes, you could make a fatal mistake one day, but trying to completely block it out will only make everything worse. Please, Candace, I can see that you are tearing yourself apart - let me help you."
He really believes in me, she thought while still wrestling with herself, and he always did…Oh Jeremy, for you, I´ll try…
Steeling herself with a few deep and steady breaths, Candace eventually nodded shakily before pushing against her beloved´s form with her own (almost assuredly imagining his eyes wandering to her ruffle-clad chest and going beet-red in the process) and cupping the back of Jeremy's head with one hand while supporting his spine with the other. On a whim, she then dipped his body halfway to the ground, as if she was merely leading in a salsa-like dance. As the teenage girl slowly lowered her head, she could already hear the siren song of her boyfriend´s blood calling to her and her throat drying up in response.
This is it, Candance thought with equal parts sorrow and hunger, this is the moment I show both the world and myself just how much of a monster I am…
Tears in her eyes because of what she was about to do, Candace whispered into Jeremys ears, "Whatever happens now, Jer, just know that I will always love you" and before either of them could get cold feet, she opened her mouth wide and drove her upper fangs into the boy's neck, making Jeremy gasp in what surely could only be agonizing pain.
Utter. Bliss.
That was all the girl felt the second the crimson rivulet´s first drops hit her tongue, despite another, more insistent nervous ear twitch. Screw having to prey on rats to get by and screw barely making ends meet with blood-based dishes in particular, she thought euphorically while swallowing her liquid meal, but humans? The best thing I´ve ever tasted by far - better than anything Mom could hope to cook up.
And yet, despite there truly being a part of her who simply wanted to indulge in these forbidden tannins and just continue gorging herself until there was nothing left for her to drain, it was so tiny a part that CANDACE easily shoved it aside, instead basking in the knowledge that she only got to enjoy this sinful pleasure at all because her beloved Jeremy had surrendered himself to her desires willingly and knowingly. The sheer love she felt for him in this moment made her unconsciously caress his body ever tighter - and not a second too soon, for her extremely keen vampiric senses picked up on his breathing starting to get more labored and his pulse to weaken ever so slightly due to her hunger.
My cue to stop.
With that, Candace gently dislodged her fangs from Jeremys jugular and - after some prodding from her new instincts that doing so would kickstart the healing process necessary - licked the wounds clean gingerly before releasing her beloved into a standing position, if somewhat wobbly so.
"Pheeew", she exclaimed after coming down from her feeding high again, "that felt like the most insane sugar rush I´ve ever been on cubed."
"Considering the source, let's call it a blood-sugar rush then?"
Chuckling full of affection at her beloved´s mirth not having lessened at all despite him now missing some of his life essence courtesy of her, she smirked "That´s you getting back at me for that `unlife-ike´ zinger, hm?" Unfortunately, the levity quickly left her again in favor of sheer indignation at the harebrained stunt her love for Jeremy had her agree to. "But nevermind all that - what in the world were you thinking, goading me into sucking your blood like that?"
"Now, I know that you are panicking right now…"
"PANICKING?!", Candace bit out, fangs visibly bared and claret eyes flashing dangerously, "why would I be panicking? After all, it's not like you just gambled your very life on me NOT instinctually being a monster and just draining you until you´re nothing but a dried husk…"
"Trust me, I know that it was a bit hasty, but if you'd just calm down for a moment -"
"Oh, I am perfectly calm, Jeremy Johnson - deathly calm, if you will…Having your own boyfriend at your complete mercy while an inhuman hunger gnaws at you really clears the mind, you know?"
Finally losing his otherwise nigh-inexhaustible patience, Jeremy yelled "Oh, for crying out loud - will you just listen to me al…rea…dyyy.." All this upset predictably finally took a toll on the currently slightly "anemic" youth and with with his eyes starting to roll into the back of his head, the boy´s started collapsing like a toy soldier with its key winding down, only to be quickly be caught in his girlfriend's arms as she rushed to his aid with blinding (yet still "human") levels of speed.
"Oh God, Jeremy" Candace cried out in panic, tears once more starting to flow, "please stay with me! I don't know how to deal with all this - how am I supposed to stay human now?"
Before she could descend further into self-loathing though, a slightly unsteady hand landed on the back of her head and she was pulled into a long and intimate kiss on the lips by Jeremy which she eagerly reciprocated after a moment of surprise (ever mindful as to not let her fangs get in the way).
Still a bit pale, her beloved smiled brightly at her regardless after they broke their kiss again.
"Sorry for conking out on you like that, my love - seems like you took a bit more outta me than I thought. Shhh, no need to apologize," Jeremy pre-empted any fretting with a finger to Candace's lips, "I knew that could happen when I let you feed on me and I would gladly take that risk again because it shows that you that are still human at your core, even though you are no longer a human."
"...Meep?," was all his beloved could say right now, confused as his remark had left her.
"...not that I mind staying in your strong arms like that, hun, but I am still feeling a bit outta it - would you mind fetching me some juice to get me back on track before we talk things out properly?"
"Of course, Jer - just sit down for a bit while I get you something," Candace said after carefully plopping him down on the couch (not without another giddy giggling fit, of course).
After a few minutes of rummaging in the kitchen, she returned with a tray laden with baked goods her mother had bought as well as some juice (already feeling more than a little sadness that her new biology no longer allowed her to properly enjoy and digest such treats) and gently put it on the coffee table for Jeremy, who quickly started guzzling down his drink as she decided to sit down beside her boyfriend to calm her nerves as well. Once he had tended to the worst of his queasiness, Jeremy sighed fondly before reaching behind Candace's back and pulling her in for a hug.
"I know that you´re really scared of yourself right now, Candace, but please listen to me closely: yes, you are a Vampire now, which does make you a literal `monster´ of sorts, but that doesn't mean that you have to be monstrous as well."
"How so?," Candace replied incredulously, "If you haven't already forgotten, I need to regularly drink blood to keep going, preferably from HUMANS like you - how is that not monstrous?"
"Because Jeremy had to actually goad you into feeding from him and even then, you only took a bit and immediately stopped when he was getting weak, sistah"
Startled at this intrusion (with Candace being unable to keep herself from committing to the complete vampiric threat display of hissing, bared fangs and flashing eyes), both teens frantically looked at the hallway to the main door, where Stacy was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, clothed in a bosun's uniform and cool as a cucumber and as distractingly pretty as she's always been to the Finn-Fletcher girl.
Smirking at her friends´ expressions, she finished her explanation.
"That´s like, the opposite of monstrous, you know?"
Getting his wits back first, Jeremy slowly asked, "...how much have you heard, Stacy?"
"Came in through the front door at about the time where you asked your girlfriend to bite you - why?"
"Then why didn´t you keep me from drinking his blood, Stace?", Candance all but shrieked in confused anger (silently very thankful that with her parents being away on another one of Dad´s conventions and the boys having been taken trick-or-treating by their friends to get them out of their funk from Perry still being missing, the three older teens were having the house to them right now).
"...because until you had drawn actual blood with your fangs, I thought you two just doing a bit of roleplay - dashing navy officer and very fetching vampire piratess, you know? That´s a crummy romance novel right there", Stacy admitted a bit sheepishly, only making the vampire girl even more flabbergasted at her bestie´s train of thought, particularly the very notion of being considered `very fetching´ by her.
"...who in blue blazes would be into a vampire sucking their blood?"
Next thing Candace and Stacy realized was Jeremy very slowly and awkwardly raising his hand while saying under his breath, "I admit it - it was only mostly a trust test to let you bite me, Candace…a part of me also thinks that you as my girlfriend being a vampire now is really hot and dang, did getting fed on feel AWESOME, too."
After hearing this admission from her beloved, Candace felt a momentary thankfulness at her undead state rendering her unable to blush most of the time and so she merely hid her face behind her hands and tried to shrink into her unfortunately rather form-fitting costume, while hearing Stace exhale very deeply.
"Oooookay, SO not gonna touch that - that's between your beau and you to sort out, sistah. Anyway, what the two of us were getting at is that for all your fretting about `being a bloodsucking monster´, when push came to shove you went about getting yourself some sip in just about the most humane way and still felt like crap about it afterwards - honestly, you kinda got it easier there than us carnivores who HAVE to kill our food… Look, I am not saying that it won´t be tough at times, but you can be tough as well. You got this, Candace - and we got you. Seriously, all things considered right now, you actually got a pretty sweet deal there, what with Jer here apparently loving having gotten a necking from you -"
"No kidding there, Stacy..it was like the most intense adrenaline rush ever and then some - you gotta try it out yourself some time!"
"....l-let's put a pin in that for now, okay? Sheesh, way to make a gal feel- Anyways, lemme ask you something, sistah: Do you really and only hate being a Vampire right now?"
Stunned by her bestie asking that question of all things (barely registering the other girl sitting down on the sofa next to her and putting one arm around her in support, which made her dead skin tingle nicely admittedly enough), Candance slowly lowered her hands, confusion evident in her face. Of course it sucks!, she wanted to blurt out at first, but the words died on her lips almost instantly, making her actually think about it and coming to a harrowing conclusion.
"...honestly, Stace? Actually no - I don't seem to tire, I can get around most `tells´ of my vampirism relatively easily, I am healthier, my senses are way keener, I feel stronger and especially faster…and yes, sucking Jeremys blood also felt insanely good and I am not sure that´s just because he let me do it. So yeah, all in all being a vampire doesn´t feel too bad at all right now."
"...so, what's keeping you from making the best outta a `kinda sucky´ situation you are stuck with as far as we know, hun?", Jeremy butted in again.
"That I shouldn't like it in the first place, Jer - feels like I am justifying it all to me to make myself feel better about preying on people just to stay `alive´", his girlfriend replied half-heartedly.
"Oh for - you didn´t prey on me at all, Candace Flynn!" he cried out, losing his cool at his love insisting on dressing herself down before some lingering lightheadedness made him take another long sip from his juice and he was ready to continue. "I asked you to feed from me because you needed to know that there still is nothing monstrous about you. Seriously, if anything, even as a `monster´ you are still more human than quite a few Humans - just look at the world´s history and tell me that there weren´t some rotten bastards running around the globe who technically counted as `being Humans´."
…her friends were completely right!
Next thing either of the two Humans knew, Candance tightly hugged them both with astonishing amounts of strength (upon which she noticed Stacy's face gaining a noticeable red tint for some reason), joyful tears running down her face as she finally felt like smiling again.
"Thank you so much, guys - both for being there for me and for showing me that I can be trusted to live among people I love like you two. I actually think I can do that whole `vampire thing´ without going nuts at least for a bit".
"That´s our girl!" Stacy beamed while fiddling with the TVs remote, "So, now that´s that early mid-unlife-crisis been averted and we´ll be tackling what comes next one night or day at a time together, who´s up for some trashy movies next?"
After some lighthearted bickering over what to watch (with them eventually settling on a cheesy flick about a German-born UN soldier werewolf who for some insane reason was also a blood mage - some people got one heck of an imagination, it seemed) as well as some planning to afterwards shake down a certain goth store clerk seemingly in the know for info later, all three of them had a blast just forgetting all their worries for a moment and simply killing time for a bit.
And despite having been dead for a while now, Candance had never felt more alive than at this very moment.
-sighs fondly-
"Die Katze lässt das Mausen nicht", as we Germans say whenever someone just can´t help themselves but to fall into old, deeply-ingrained habits again - and because of that, *yet another one-shot from yours truly*
And friggin hell, but that one is a HECKIN´ CHONKER clocking in at a mindboggling 6.2 k words^^
This time, we are accompanying Candace Flynn over at the "Phineas & Ferb" side of things realizing with dread, that that bout of vampirism she contracted that one isn´t as gone as both she and her brothers thought - now, as Halloween draws ever nearer for her, it´s reasserting itself with a vengeance.
Let´s just hope she can "survive" this encroaching new state of being and that she doesn´t make any fatal mistakes on the way, shall we?^^
Oh, and just for the record: Since the "climax" of Candace coming clean to her friends and accepting her "condition" for now takes place on Halloween, that means that she only properly becomes a vampire at the ass-end of Turn 4 (if my reverse calculations using QM fiat of Christmas being in Turn 5 still check out) and that right now, she´s only *in the process of turning*
Just a heads-up for anyone wanting to reference this bit in the near future
Wherefore art thou, Candace?
Danville.
A small-enough settlement somewhere in the western United States that - despite already having seen its fair share of oddities in the past - would continue to become weirder still for the foreseeable future, both in macrocosm as well as microcosm.
Looking at the big picture, most people could not help but double-take when noted oddball and self-proclaimed "mad scientist" Dr. Heinz Doofenschmirtz had out of the blue decided to forego his usual largely inconsequential shenanigans a while ago. Instead he seemingly declared himself "Supreme Ruler of the Tristate Area" and outright seceded from the Union - that was until the sheer ridiculousness of such a display of megalomania more befitting a Saturday Morning cartoon villain than a real human being as well as some explanatory statements from both the Feds and DEIs very own PR branch revealed everything to be a mere publicity stunt in order to flex the company's muscles at its competitors across the nation. With everything cleared up, the people of Danville quickly grew accustomed to and even strangely fond of their "overlord´s" zany scheme, especially since some of them like the Rollercoaster-based new transit system ended up a net benefit to their daily chores despite everything.
That was on the societal level, though - on the personal one, some had bigger and more immediate problems to address than an endearingly chipper yet armed to the teeth robot rolling about on his new tank treads.
One such person was 16-ish years old Candace Gertrude Flynn, who was currently laying on the living room couch while huddled and shivering from panic.
The reason for that would have been clear to anyone hearing her mutter to herself as memories began assaulting her mind..
"Why is this happening to me again? I thought they got rid of it…"
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It all started some time ago, when suddenly tiny specks of red started appearing in the teenager´s normally solid blue irises. At first, Candace thought it merely a case of unseasonable hay fever or something equally harmless, but over time she was slowly disabused of this notion as the crimson swallowed up more and more eye surface area. To make matters worse, soon after her eyes started changing, it became more and more difficult for Candace to withstand bright lights, with direct sunlight being the most loathsome source of discomfort for the changing teen. In fact, her body seemed intent to make being in bright daylight as uncomfortable to her as possible, for her normally comparatively Caucasian skin started bleaching to an unnaturally pale white more akin to a corpse than a living human being.
For the first few weeks of what had to be some freak illness, Candace tried her best to alleviate her discomfort by wearing the most skin-covering clothes available, which unfortunately mainly served to make her stick out like a sore thumb in the beginning summer´s proclivity for shorter-length wardrobes. Only a chance encounter finally brought some much-needed reprieve again.
It had been one annoyingly incandescent afternoon, when Candace and her mother went Downtown for some errands, when the young girl had slinked away from Mom gossiping with some friends again in order to find some respite for her plight. In order to do so, she had entered a random shop in search of some shade and maybe some cool as well (although for some reason, she had slowly stopped feeling heat over time on top of everything else, so the latter was a moot point). Little did Candace know that she had unwittingly entered what had to be Danville´s one goth store, crammed full with dark and dreary paraphernalia. While she was still dealing with the feeling of some repressed memory of having been there once before gnawing at her mind, suddenly the incredibly bored-looking store clerk beckoned for her to approach and when Candance did so, he looked side-to-side shiftily before asking about her old eye and skin color. After receiving that info, he unceremoniously shoved some boxes containing colored contacts and "Baleful Daystar"-brand re-tanning sunscreen into her arms "as a present for prospective customers" before ushering her out again.
As a farewell, he also told her one thing that still continued to bedevil her.
"Do not trust everything the Eagle claims to be true, young Fledgeling - and come back once you are ready if you wanna know more."
As unsettling and just plain creepy as that encounter had been though, it had proven to be Candace's salvation for as soon as she applied the contacts and cream, her discomfort about the baleful sun immediately lessened to only a mild, utterly negligible uneasiness whenever she wandered around in the open. A most welcome boon for sure, especially after the next round of changes to her body announced themselves.
Luckily for Candace's nerves though, this batch seemed to be of a far more mundane and easily-explainable sort, what with her teenage body apparently giving puberty another try. In only a few meager weeks, her previously very plain form blossomed out into something noticeably more womanly, making her look closer to 19 or even 20 instead of 16-ish. This as well as her hair reddening considerably admittedly did wonders for her feelings of being not attractive enough for Jeremy. Unfortunately, that still left all the other, more worrying physical changes to address and so Candace finally resolved herself to see her general-practitioner-slash-OB/GYN about it, only to possibly get the mother of all bombshells dropped on her.
"Sensitivity to sunlight, blood-red pupils, extremely white skin, low body temperature, no detectable heartbeat,..." Dr. Holly Cahill had recited from her findings, confusion and worry plain on her face, "to be frank - if I didn´t know that such a condition isn´t real, I'd joke that you´re only a set of fangs and literal bloodthirst away from more-or-less fulfilling the description of an archetypical VAMPIRE, my dear."
After that revelation, the whole appointment was kind of a blur to the young girl - a bit of reassurance about how Dr. Cahill would still be there for her and stay silent about the whole business regardless of what was true later (doctor-patient confidentiality be praised), Candace trudged home on auto-pilot trying to digest what she had been told.
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With the mental recap of the last few months worth of literally life-altering changes finally complete, all that was left for Candace amidst all the fear while cowering on the couch was to ask herself the 1-Million-Dollar question.
A Vampire? How is this possible? Vampires don't exist and even if they did, there's no way how I could have gotten infected by them…right?
That was the moment a long-forgotten memory of one particular afternoon a whole while ago crashed to the forefront of her mind.
That time, she and Stacy had watched a cheesy romance movie about a love triangle between a werewolf and a vampire guy vying for the affections of a human girl. She and her bestie had gotten a big lark outta it for how silly the very idea was, but then, just as they had left the cinema…
…a promotional bat had bitten her.
At first Stacy and her had joked about it surely having been a vampire, but shortly afterwards Candace had noticed some weird changes about her - nowhere near as extreme as the ones she was suffering right now, but still vaguely in the ballpark of what was understood as "vampirism". For the remainder of the day, she'd been searching in terror for her brothers while being beset by angry, torches-and-pitchforks-wielding villagers right outta the Dark Ages of all people (as thematically appropriate as they had been, she had never learned where they both had come from as well as disappeared to). Even when she had finally found Phineas and Ferb at home and told them her worries, her younger brother had simply smiled oh-so-very-kindly, explained to her that all those "vampirism symptoms'' she thought she was experiencing had simply been some bric-a-bracs they boys had set up for their friends. After that, Phineas wanted to prove to her that she wasn't a vampire at all, and had taken off her protective cloak and glasses (which she had bought from that goth store - that's why it had felt so familiar to her a few weeks ago!)...
…and after the sun´s rays had hit her bare skin unimpeded, she had seized up immediately and everything had gone black for her.
Next thing Candace could remember was her waking up in their garage on an operation table of sorts, her brothers´relieved faces over her and Phineas telling her that she had turned to dust from the sun hitting her and they had to glue her together again and "revive" her with some very experimental gels again.
No wonder that Candace had repressed that particular memory - she had been dead for a while, after all. But despite all this, Candace felt no anger towards her brothers since they still had gone above and beyond in bringing her back - but unfortunately, it apparently hadn´t been enough to fully purge the vampirism from her body and now for some ungodly reason, it had reasserted itself even stronger than before. The only silver lining currently visible to the despairing teen was that she still didn't have the fangs and bloodthirst to "complete" the curse.
…or so she thought, for as if fate itself wanted to punish her for tempting it, as soon she decided to snack on some baked goods after calming down a bit, not only did Candace find her treat utterly unpalatable (tasting like ash if anything), but her also inadvertently cutting her tongue on her front teeth and tasting some of her own blood utterly ruined the experience for her.
"Freaking heck!",she blurted out while dry-heaving, "since when does my blood taste so dang rancid and stale? I was just regular old copper that one time I licked my scraped hand after I crashed my bike a while ago, so why does it now taste like something died in my-"
Ranting like that while absent-mindedly licking her teeth to maybe rid herself of this horrid taste, suddenly the young teen felt something that would have made her go pale out of sheer dread if her skin wasn't already white as ivory.
.
"God, please no - tell me that's not happening," Candace cried out as she frantically ran ito the next floor mirror, only to balk at what she was forced to behold in the mirror.
Without realizing it until now, before her own eyes her canines were growing into ACTUAL FANGS!
Not only that, but as she looked down at her shaking hands, she saw her fingernails slowly lengthening into very pointy claws. To make matters even worse, as soon as her new "instruments" reached their "proper" lengths, a hellishly intense and unnatural dryness in her throat assaulted the young girl's mind and she immediately knew that only one thing could slake her monstrous new thirst.
This can't be real, Candace mentally wanted to cry out with her face in her now-clawed hands while desperately trying to drone out something within her hungering for unspeakable, unnatural things, I can't be a monster - a FREAK. What am I supposed to do now? I can´t live like that…not as what´s basically a walking corpse thirsting for-
squeak-squeak…shuffle…
Even through the closed glass door, she could hear them scurrying through the garden - some little morsels that were lost~...
Without noticing, Candace licked her lips, her crimson eyes glazing over for a moment. Normally she would never even dream of hurting some harmless critter, but she was starving right now and so, after some sounds of glass sliding on top of glass and panicked squeaking that was quickly silenced forever, the young girl quickly came back to her senses again with all four fangs stained claret and looked back at the lifeless little body in her hands, both sated for now and yet absolutely horrified at what she just had done in a moment of weakness.
"...what have I done???" she gasped out, while the ex-rat fell from her shaking hands onto the lawn, "I just drained a living being of its blood without thinking - what if that had been Perry? Oh God, what if I…no, Candace Flynn, don't go there - he disappeared quite some time before all this happened, remember? His blandness might have annoyed me at times, but I loved the little guy all the same."
Taking a few steadying breaths, she realized with surprise that with her monstrous urges sated for the time being her mind was clearer than ever since she became a…a vampire.
No use denying it anymore… Candace was a vampire now and unlike last time, there was no turning her back - not with her brothers being completely beside themselves out of worry for Perry. As for alternatives…while Doofenshmirtz´ weird machines he liked to call `Something-overly-specific-Inator´ or similar were about on par with the boys´ contraptions and while he did seem like an approachable enough guy aside from acting like he was some Banana Republic dictator, just approaching him while babbling on about being a vampire was liable to get her jumped and thrown in the loony bin. Her parents on the other hand - Candace loved them to bits (and not just because they decided to give her some space as her condition worsened like they did right now) but DANG if they weren't dense at times and even if they believed her, what were they supposed to do? "Vampires didn´t exist" and so if word got out that they were sheltering some weird mutant kid…that simply wasn't a good idea in the current climate.
That only left two people she felt even slightly at ease letting into her secret right now - her bestie Stacy Hirano and…
~~Jeremy~~
At the thought of her boyfriend, Candace couldn´t help but giggle dreamily, before snapping out of her "love trance" again.
While she was really wary of getting close to her beloved in her current state (what if being around the boy I love turns me crazy with bloodlust?, she thought for a moment), something in her told her that he of all people would find a way to help her out of this mess.
Somehow.
Thinking about how to best approach after months of avoiding him thanks to everything going on with her, Candace suddenly remembered the local Halloween party a few days from now.
…yeah, what better time to tell your boyfriend that you are a vampire than on Halloween? Well, maybe on Valentine's Day, but I am NOT waiting that long to come clean to him!
With that in mind and in a surprisingly good mood, Candace whipped out her phone and quickly typed out an invitation to accompany her to the party (not trusting herself to actually speak to Jeremy right now and all).
After that was done, she made a quick list to get a nice costume and maybe test the waters of her vampirism (including how far she could stretch the definition of "feeding on blood" to get by - thankfully, her mom had stocked up on some cans of "Melas Zomos" from the Greek Quarter on a whim) before making herself a bit more presentable for the world at large for now.
…after she had disposed of the rat body, of course.
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A few days later, one Jeremy Johnson arrived at the Flynn-Fletchers´ front door (dressed a rather sightly British Naval officer from the Golden Age, if he did say so himself) to pick up his girlfriend for the local, vaguely Pirate-Age-themed Halloween party and maybe a movie later. As he prepared to knock, sudden worry assaulted him.
For some ungodly reason, his beloved had some time ago started getting even twitchier than during the worst of times, even seemingly avoiding him as much as possible and while he feared for her well-being, Jeremy wanted to give her her space. But then, barely a week ago Candace out of the blue had called him on his phone and asked him if he wanted to go out tonight. After him quickly and eagerly saying "yes", it had quite literally been a date and Jeremy hastily endeavored to look his Sunday best for her. And so here he was, beside himself with nervousness about his appearance being up to snuff as well as feeling a most peculiar sensation he could not put his finger on as he stood there - as if he was about to cross a major threshold in his life.
That's silly, the teenage boy thought to himself, that's just the same old door to the same old house where your same old- I MEAN YOUNG - girlfriend lives…no need being all nervous now, Jer.
With his resolve steeled, he once more went to knock, only to find it the door curiously open.
Stepping into the dimly-lit hallway, Jeremy called out.
"Candace, you here? Is everything alright?"
"I am in the living room, Jer - can we talk for a moment?", he heard Candace´s voice, a strangely enticing timbre reverberating within it. When he entered the correct room, his jaw almost hit the floor at what he saw.
Candace Flynn truly struck a magnificent figure in that extravagant attire of hers, with a black tricorne sporting silver linings and being topped by a magnificent red plume being the most immediate eye-catcher to anyone laying theirs on her. That was not to say that the rest of her outfit was falling behind in sightliness, though. Such notions were immediately dashed to pieces by his girlfriend having donned a knee-length black dress with white hems and more silver embroidery that Candace had raised almost to hip-height on her right side with a metal clasp, thus revealing an obviously plastic dagger strapped to her crimson pants (`has Candance always been this "leggy"´?´, Jeremy thought idly before quickly reining in his thoughts before they went somewhere naughty). The knee-height, silver-lined riding boots that she was wearing as well as the crimson diamond brooch she had affixed to a piece of chest ruffles completed the dangerously enticing "Victorian-Noblewoman-moonlighting- as-pirate-captain look" Candance seemed to go for.
But regardless of how enchanting those garbs might have been, the girl wearing them was even more so by a magnitude.
Sporting a noticeably more womanly figure than he remembered her having before today (while it probably was nowhere near "centerfold-worthy" as some of his more boorish classmates would say, it also was a far cry from her previously rail-thin but no less beautiful form), there she stood with ivory skin glistening in the moonlight, her full, previously brunette hair developing a markedly red sheen, those blue irises of hers now a brilliantly deep claret, her shy smile unveiling what looked like pointed fangs - for all of how such a thing existing sounded ludicrous, it all coupled with a strange, otherworldly Presence Candace seemed to exude made his beloved look like…
"A Vampirate…dang, Candace - and so life-like, too…", he couldn't help but marvel at her.
"Don't you mean `unlife-like, Jeremy?" Candace replied.
Before he could chuckle at her corny pun, a look at her shaking her head made him stop.
Seemingly steeling herself while indicating her skin, eyes and fangs, Candace said "This isn't part of the costume at all, Jeremy - I truly am a Vampire now…"
"Huh?"
With this, Candace carefully walked up to her beloved and gently took his hands into hers (making him shiver involuntarily at both how deathly cold they were and them ending in very pointy fingernails) while guiding him to sit on the couch.
"Please let me explain, my love…"
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"So…," Jeremy started, while Candace stood in front of him and could do little more than nervously wringing her hands and gnawing her lip (unconsciously baring her upper fangs to him, but that damage had already been done), "let me get this straight, Candace: That one time ages ago when I thought that seeing that vampire movie had put you on edge, a bite from a promotional bat had actually turned you into a Vampire?"
"Yup."
"So you went to your brothers for in getting cured, but because they didn´t believe you at first, they accidentally turned you to dust by removing your protective coat and glasses."
"They didn´t mean to hurt me…"
"Never said they did - so, a few hours later, you just woke up again and they told you that they essentially glued you back together with some bio-neural gel they cooked up and revived you?"
"Well, I felt alive again at least…"
"You were, trust me…But a few months ago, your vampirism somehow came back slowly and you saw no other way but to accept it on your lonesome?"
"I HAD no other choice, Jer!", Candace blurted out in a panic, tears starting to run down her face.
Oh God, I messed everything up and now he's breaking up with me…what will I do now?
Next thing she knew, her beloved stood again and gently dried her tears with his thumb, making her breath hitch.
"Don't worry, I understand…but before we talk it out some more, would you do something for me, my love?"
Despite having technically stopped beating a while ago, at this Candace´s heart seemed to race for a wonderful moment. So she neither could nor would suppress her typical giggling fit from arising, not even minding that her innate vampiric allure made it sound more sultry than giddy as usual.
"Of course, Jer - you can ask me anything," she replied with a dreamy look while already contemplating what her beloved could possibly desire of her, not catching onto him freeing his neck from his costume´s collar.
"Please bite me."
This immediately shattered the blissful haze that had descended upon Candace's mind and her pupils contracted to pinpricks in renewed
""Wha-? Jeremy, you don't know what you´re asking of me there," she cried out, while her vampirically-enhanced ears suddenly twitched for some reason,"I might look and sound human right now, but I still am an undead thing forced to feast on the blood of those like you…even now I can feel the Beast within me lurking in wait for the right moment to strike. How can you be so sure I´ll be able to keep myself from draining you dry?"
Unable to stop her treacherous mind from conjuring up horrendous visions of what might happen if she ever slipped up, the teenage vampire´s senses failed her for a moment and she backed away from her boyfriend into the sliding glass door to the garden with a dull thud, allowing Jeremy to close the gap and hug her tightly before releasing her again and looking her into her frantic eyes while cupping her face gently.
"Because I know that what you have become doesn't change who you always will be - someone who loves those close to her and who is loved in turn. I know that you are absolutely terrified of yourself right now and yes, you could make a fatal mistake one day, but trying to completely block it out will only make everything worse. Please, Candace, I can see that you are tearing yourself apart - let me help you."
He really believes in me, she thought while still wrestling with herself, and he always did…Oh Jeremy, for you, I´ll try…
Steeling herself with a few deep and steady breaths, Candace eventually nodded shakily before pushing against her beloved´s form with her own (almost assuredly imagining his eyes wandering to her ruffle-clad chest and going beet-red in the process) and cupping the back of Jeremy's head with one hand while supporting his spine with the other. On a whim, she then dipped his body halfway to the ground, as if she was merely leading in a salsa-like dance. As the teenage girl slowly lowered her head, she could already hear the siren song of her boyfriend´s blood calling to her and her throat drying up in response.
This is it, Candance thought with equal parts sorrow and hunger, this is the moment I show both the world and myself just how much of a monster I am…
Tears in her eyes because of what she was about to do, Candace whispered into Jeremys ears, "Whatever happens now, Jer, just know that I will always love you" and before either of them could get cold feet, she opened her mouth wide and drove her upper fangs into the boy's neck, making Jeremy gasp in what surely could only be agonizing pain.
Utter. Bliss.
That was all the girl felt the second the crimson rivulet´s first drops hit her tongue, despite another, more insistent nervous ear twitch. Screw having to prey on rats to get by and screw barely making ends meet with blood-based dishes in particular, she thought euphorically while swallowing her liquid meal, but humans? The best thing I´ve ever tasted by far - better than anything Mom could hope to cook up.
And yet, despite there truly being a part of her who simply wanted to indulge in these forbidden tannins and just continue gorging herself until there was nothing left for her to drain, it was so tiny a part that CANDACE easily shoved it aside, instead basking in the knowledge that she only got to enjoy this sinful pleasure at all because her beloved Jeremy had surrendered himself to her desires willingly and knowingly. The sheer love she felt for him in this moment made her unconsciously caress his body ever tighter - and not a second too soon, for her extremely keen vampiric senses picked up on his breathing starting to get more labored and his pulse to weaken ever so slightly due to her hunger.
My cue to stop.
With that, Candace gently dislodged her fangs from Jeremys jugular and - after some prodding from her new instincts that doing so would kickstart the healing process necessary - licked the wounds clean gingerly before releasing her beloved into a standing position, if somewhat wobbly so.
"Pheeew", she exclaimed after coming down from her feeding high again, "that felt like the most insane sugar rush I´ve ever been on cubed."
"Considering the source, let's call it a blood-sugar rush then?"
Chuckling full of affection at her beloved´s mirth not having lessened at all despite him now missing some of his life essence courtesy of her, she smirked "That´s you getting back at me for that `unlife-ike´ zinger, hm?" Unfortunately, the levity quickly left her again in favor of sheer indignation at the harebrained stunt her love for Jeremy had her agree to. "But nevermind all that - what in the world were you thinking, goading me into sucking your blood like that?"
"Now, I know that you are panicking right now…"
"PANICKING?!", Candace bit out, fangs visibly bared and claret eyes flashing dangerously, "why would I be panicking? After all, it's not like you just gambled your very life on me NOT instinctually being a monster and just draining you until you´re nothing but a dried husk…"
"Trust me, I know that it was a bit hasty, but if you'd just calm down for a moment -"
"Oh, I am perfectly calm, Jeremy Johnson - deathly calm, if you will…Having your own boyfriend at your complete mercy while an inhuman hunger gnaws at you really clears the mind, you know?"
Finally losing his otherwise nigh-inexhaustible patience, Jeremy yelled "Oh, for crying out loud - will you just listen to me al…rea…dyyy.." All this upset predictably finally took a toll on the currently slightly "anemic" youth and with with his eyes starting to roll into the back of his head, the boy´s started collapsing like a toy soldier with its key winding down, only to be quickly be caught in his girlfriend's arms as she rushed to his aid with blinding (yet still "human") levels of speed.
"Oh God, Jeremy" Candace cried out in panic, tears once more starting to flow, "please stay with me! I don't know how to deal with all this - how am I supposed to stay human now?"
Before she could descend further into self-loathing though, a slightly unsteady hand landed on the back of her head and she was pulled into a long and intimate kiss on the lips by Jeremy which she eagerly reciprocated after a moment of surprise (ever mindful as to not let her fangs get in the way).
Still a bit pale, her beloved smiled brightly at her regardless after they broke their kiss again.
"Sorry for conking out on you like that, my love - seems like you took a bit more outta me than I thought. Shhh, no need to apologize," Jeremy pre-empted any fretting with a finger to Candace's lips, "I knew that could happen when I let you feed on me and I would gladly take that risk again because it shows that you that are still human at your core, even though you are no longer a human."
"...Meep?," was all his beloved could say right now, confused as his remark had left her.
"...not that I mind staying in your strong arms like that, hun, but I am still feeling a bit outta it - would you mind fetching me some juice to get me back on track before we talk things out properly?"
"Of course, Jer - just sit down for a bit while I get you something," Candace said after carefully plopping him down on the couch (not without another giddy giggling fit, of course).
After a few minutes of rummaging in the kitchen, she returned with a tray laden with baked goods her mother had bought as well as some juice (already feeling more than a little sadness that her new biology no longer allowed her to properly enjoy and digest such treats) and gently put it on the coffee table for Jeremy, who quickly started guzzling down his drink as she decided to sit down beside her boyfriend to calm her nerves as well. Once he had tended to the worst of his queasiness, Jeremy sighed fondly before reaching behind Candace's back and pulling her in for a hug.
"I know that you´re really scared of yourself right now, Candace, but please listen to me closely: yes, you are a Vampire now, which does make you a literal `monster´ of sorts, but that doesn't mean that you have to be monstrous as well."
"How so?," Candace replied incredulously, "If you haven't already forgotten, I need to regularly drink blood to keep going, preferably from HUMANS like you - how is that not monstrous?"
"Because Jeremy had to actually goad you into feeding from him and even then, you only took a bit and immediately stopped when he was getting weak, sistah"
Startled at this intrusion (with Candace being unable to keep herself from committing to the complete vampiric threat display of hissing, bared fangs and flashing eyes), both teens frantically looked at the hallway to the main door, where Stacy was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, clothed in a bosun's uniform and cool as a cucumber and as distractingly pretty as she's always been to the Finn-Fletcher girl.
Smirking at her friends´ expressions, she finished her explanation.
"That´s like, the opposite of monstrous, you know?"
Getting his wits back first, Jeremy slowly asked, "...how much have you heard, Stacy?"
"Came in through the front door at about the time where you asked your girlfriend to bite you - why?"
"Then why didn´t you keep me from drinking his blood, Stace?", Candance all but shrieked in confused anger (silently very thankful that with her parents being away on another one of Dad´s conventions and the boys having been taken trick-or-treating by their friends to get them out of their funk from Perry still being missing, the three older teens were having the house to them right now).
"...because until you had drawn actual blood with your fangs, I thought you two just doing a bit of roleplay - dashing navy officer and very fetching vampire piratess, you know? That´s a crummy romance novel right there", Stacy admitted a bit sheepishly, only making the vampire girl even more flabbergasted at her bestie´s train of thought, particularly the very notion of being considered `very fetching´ by her.
"...who in blue blazes would be into a vampire sucking their blood?"
Next thing Candace and Stacy realized was Jeremy very slowly and awkwardly raising his hand while saying under his breath, "I admit it - it was only mostly a trust test to let you bite me, Candace…a part of me also thinks that you as my girlfriend being a vampire now is really hot and dang, did getting fed on feel AWESOME, too."
After hearing this admission from her beloved, Candace felt a momentary thankfulness at her undead state rendering her unable to blush most of the time and so she merely hid her face behind her hands and tried to shrink into her unfortunately rather form-fitting costume, while hearing Stace exhale very deeply.
"Oooookay, SO not gonna touch that - that's between your beau and you to sort out, sistah. Anyway, what the two of us were getting at is that for all your fretting about `being a bloodsucking monster´, when push came to shove you went about getting yourself some sip in just about the most humane way and still felt like crap about it afterwards - honestly, you kinda got it easier there than us carnivores who HAVE to kill our food… Look, I am not saying that it won´t be tough at times, but you can be tough as well. You got this, Candace - and we got you. Seriously, all things considered right now, you actually got a pretty sweet deal there, what with Jer here apparently loving having gotten a necking from you -"
"No kidding there, Stacy..it was like the most intense adrenaline rush ever and then some - you gotta try it out yourself some time!"
"....l-let's put a pin in that for now, okay? Sheesh, way to make a gal feel- Anyways, lemme ask you something, sistah: Do you really and only hate being a Vampire right now?"
Stunned by her bestie asking that question of all things (barely registering the other girl sitting down on the sofa next to her and putting one arm around her in support, which made her dead skin tingle nicely admittedly enough), Candance slowly lowered her hands, confusion evident in her face. Of course it sucks!, she wanted to blurt out at first, but the words died on her lips almost instantly, making her actually think about it and coming to a harrowing conclusion.
"...honestly, Stace? Actually no - I don't seem to tire, I can get around most `tells´ of my vampirism relatively easily, I am healthier, my senses are way keener, I feel stronger and especially faster…and yes, sucking Jeremys blood also felt insanely good and I am not sure that´s just because he let me do it. So yeah, all in all being a vampire doesn´t feel too bad at all right now."
"...so, what's keeping you from making the best outta a `kinda sucky´ situation you are stuck with as far as we know, hun?", Jeremy butted in again.
"That I shouldn't like it in the first place, Jer - feels like I am justifying it all to me to make myself feel better about preying on people just to stay `alive´", his girlfriend replied half-heartedly.
"Oh for - you didn´t prey on me at all, Candace Flynn!" he cried out, losing his cool at his love insisting on dressing herself down before some lingering lightheadedness made him take another long sip from his juice and he was ready to continue. "I asked you to feed from me because you needed to know that there still is nothing monstrous about you. Seriously, if anything, even as a `monster´ you are still more human than quite a few Humans - just look at the world´s history and tell me that there weren´t some rotten bastards running around the globe who technically counted as `being Humans´."
…her friends were completely right!
Next thing either of the two Humans knew, Candance tightly hugged them both with astonishing amounts of strength (upon which she noticed Stacy's face gaining a noticeable red tint for some reason), joyful tears running down her face as she finally felt like smiling again.
"Thank you so much, guys - both for being there for me and for showing me that I can be trusted to live among people I love like you two. I actually think I can do that whole `vampire thing´ without going nuts at least for a bit".
"That´s our girl!" Stacy beamed while fiddling with the TVs remote, "So, now that´s that early mid-unlife-crisis been averted and we´ll be tackling what comes next one night or day at a time together, who´s up for some trashy movies next?"
After some lighthearted bickering over what to watch (with them eventually settling on a cheesy flick about a German-born UN soldier werewolf who for some insane reason was also a blood mage - some people got one heck of an imagination, it seemed) as well as some planning to afterwards shake down a certain goth store clerk seemingly in the know for info later, all three of them had a blast just forgetting all their worries for a moment and simply killing time for a bit.
And despite having been dead for a while now, Candance had never felt more alive than at this very moment.
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That's nice, and is that a hint at StacyxCandacexJeremy? Cause I love that.