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The woods were silent, a curious thing when so many of the creatures that resided in it were so loud with their various noises. Even in the midst of night it never became this quiet, 007n7 would know. Most of his time now was spent in the darkness, familiarizing himself with the woods around his cabin that he had painstakingly coded into existence. He knew it should never be this quiet, it had never even came close in the year he had lived here. Something dangerous was in the woods. If he was lucky it was just a straggler that had managed to spook the wildlife, if he was unlucky it would be an admin who had managed to track his Coolgui all the way to the middle of nowhere.
He grimaced at the thought and pulled up said tool, checking to see if any of his traps had been set off. It was something he had done within his first week of settling here, his paranoia not letting him rest until he was sure that he would get notified if anyone ever got close to the cabin. Unfortunately or rather fortunately not a single trap had been set off, whatever was making the woods silent, while close, was not near his cabin. Just in case he typed in a command to summon a sword to his side, he wasn't the best at fighting but it would give him enough time to type in a teleport command to get him and his son far away from here.
Speaking of, he could hear the soft cries of his son in the other room, probably hungry and confused why his father wasn't immediately showing up to care for him. 007n7 breathed a soft huff of laughter at the thought before going to his son's room. Toy's were scattered everywhere from the kid's previous night of playing, 007n7 just hadn't had the time to clean it yet, plus there was no one to judge him for it. Stepping his way over the toys towards the crib in the corner of the room he glanced at his son. He was a very chubby baby, 007n7 hoped it was normal though. The only thing that made him stand out compared to other children was the bright red skin, his tiny wings and the two very sharp canines that peeked out of his lips. Those had been a pain during the teething phase but it had only further confirmed what he had been told back when he first found c00lkidd.
Over a year ago, back when he still lived in Robloxia, he found a little pill baby on his doorstep, voice hoarse from crying for what he could only presume had been hours. He didn't have many reasons to go to his house often, but Telamon was he glad that he wanted to pick up some of his other outfits that day. He couldn't bring himself to imagine what would've happened to his son if he hadn't come home that day. He had taken the baby inside and had been trying to figure out a orphanage that would take the weird looking baby, only to have been startled by his shrieks and in his attempt to find out what was wrong with the baby found a note wrapped up in the blanket with him.
'Dear Hacker 007n7,
We did not mean to create this abomination, it should be purged before it can wreak havoc on the world. We did not have the hearts to rid ourselves of our kin but we hope that you may find the heartlessness that we could not. A pure blooded vampire should not be allowed to exist.
Thank you for doing what we could not.'
The anger that blazed in his heart upon reading that letter had just helped set everything further in motion. Now here he was, having cut ties with everyone he had once known and raising a vampiric child by himself. He would like to say he is quite proud of himself for even making it this far. It took many nights reading books and forums, and just pure trial and error but C00lkidd was as healthy as could be. He was sure that there would be many nights where he doubted if he was doing the best for C00lkidd, after all he spent many a night like that, but tonight was not one of those nights. How could it be when he had his bundle of joy beaming up at him, tears completely gone now that he had seen his father.
"Dada!!"
He chuckled "I know Kidd, give dada a few moments" He picked up the squirming kid and walked towards the living room, the first step was breakfast, he was sure that Kidd was hungry and if he took any longer his excitable movements would turn into a full blown tantrum. Setting Kidd into a highchair he had coded just for him he went into the fridge to grab some blood packs for him. When he had first started raising Kidd the lack of blood had quickly become a problem. Of course at first he didn't believe the whole pure blood vampire crap. He thought it was just a convenient excuse the parents gave to get rid of their child, but when C00lk1dd had refused to drink any of the formula bottles he had spent his precious money on he was a little inclined to believe the note. Little being the key word here. It wasn't until the very upset child had used his claws to tear at his new caregiver and then started lapping up the blood from the cuts that he actually believed the note.
For the first few months he had just fed C00lkidd his own blood, but his own health kept declining due to how much he would need to actually live a healthy life. Plus he was also pretty tired of having to cut his hand open so his child could eat since he had yet to grow in his incisors. This did lead to 007n7 painstakingly learning how to use the Coolgui to make synthetic blood that actually fulfilled C00lkidd's dietary needs. Even then the problem wasn't over yet, Kidd hated the taste of the new blood and would refuse to eat it. It took almost a month of carefully mixing amounts of the two bloods together until Kidd was eating the synthetic blood without any issue.
Placing the synthetic blood in front of C00lkidd's he was quick to grab the bag and poke his incisors in, quickly sucking the bag dry. He was glad that the ability to drink blood seemed to come naturally to Kidd, he has no idea how he would have showed him how to properly eat. While C00lkidd happily ate making many coos and meaningless words, 007n7 went to grab his own breakfast, a simple meal of scrambled eggs. He would prefer to not do any extensive cooking this early, he's still only just waking up himself. He also made himself a cup of coffee, purely black, not because he liked it but because it was all he had. All of his food came due to him stealing it from the town half an hour away. He typically only does that once a month meaning any dairy he steals is gone rather quickly so it won't spoil. No matter, he's almost used to the taste by now.
Looking back at C00lkidd he cringed at the fact that the child somehow managed to get the blood all over his face. The bag now ripped up shreds that he was chewing on. "Hey- No!" He quickly grabbed the plastic, he would not have his son choking on it, thank you very much. Of course Kidd took this as an affront to everything he was, his loud shrieks filling the silent cabin. 007n7 just sighed before picking him up out of the seat.
"Lets get your face washed, yea?" Kidd pouted before pressing his hands to 007n7's face, giggling as he realized it was smearing blood on his fathers face "Very entertaining ain't it?" 007n7 just smiled at the following giggles and headed to the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth along the way. Now to get the wiggly child to sit still long enough to get the blood off of him.
In the end 007n7 got more water on himself then he ever got on C00lkidd but his son's shrieks of laughter immediately made all of his annoyance melt away. Yea this was fine. He set C00lkidd down in his room, giving him plenty of toys to play with to distract him while 007n7 went to quickly change into something less wet. He had to be quick because he knew that within just the few moments he was gone somehow Kidd would find something he wasn't supposed to. He paused as he was about to leave his room, humming in thought before grabbing a bunch of oils that he used for Kidd's wings. The poor things were so tiny and got damaged easily so he had taken to giving them special care at least twice a week, more if he thought Kidd really needed it.
Heading back to C00lkidd's room he wasn't too surprised to see the child crawling on the ceiling, it seemed to be his favorite thing to do recently even if it had given 007n7 a heart attack the first time he had done it. Typing a command into the Coolgui, Kidd was instantly teleported to his arms, he only looked surprised for a moment before giggling and babbling, only a few words of the babble able to be understood.
Sitting down and setting Kidd in his lap, he gently stretched out one of his wings, thumb rubbing circles along the base of the wing as he did so. He chuckled as Kidd immediately relaxed, a loud purr coming from the child. This was always a sure way of getting the child to calm down, almost like an off button. He then went through the motions, gently stretching and massaging before applying the many oils, rubbing them all in before repeating the process.
It was halfway through the second wing, when he was pretty sure that Kidd had fallen asleep on him, that he suddenly heard a lot of pings in quick succession from his Coolgui. He looked over, reading the notifications before panic settled in his gut, as he realized the pings were from his traps being set off one by one, all getting closer and closer to his cabin. He picked up Kidd in a hurried motion, putting him in the closet on a few blankets he had prepared for occasions like this. His heart broke at the confused whines but he quickly shut the closet door and started typing in his Coolgui. He needed the teleport command stat. As he typed in feverish moments he rushed back to the living room where he had left the sword, picking it up absentmindedly while he continued typing in the command.
If only he had paid a little more attention to something other then the Coolgui, he might've realized there was an unnatural breeze in the cabin or the fact that the shadows above him were ever so slightly bigger then normal, but he didn't. Just as he was about to enter the command, a sudden weight fell on his back making him collapse to the ground with a gasp. He was unfortunate enough to fall right onto the sword he was holding, the sharp pain of it cutting into his stomach making him groan.
The person shifted on top of him, a hand delicately landing on his head and shoulder, pinning the body parts in place. 007n7 made a muffled scream as the sword digged further in from the weight shift. His mind whirred with things to do, maybe move his arm just slightly to get the sword out from under him, try to see if his free arm could reach the Coolgui and enter the command, maybe even shift his body slightly to throw the intruder off of him. They felt light enough that as long as he surprised them with the action he might be able to do it, sure it would hurt 007n7 more in the long run with the sword likely digging further into his skin but he only needed a few moments to get to his Coolgui and then he could patch himself once him and his son was safe.
As he attempted to move his arm, to get to the Coolgui first, he felt the searing pain of claws raking down his arm then landing to pin his shoulder in place. He would've thought he got used to his arm being clawed up but fucking hell these claws were way sharper then Kidd's had ever gotten. He heard a hissed command from the person on top of him but he couldn't figure out what was being said, their voice too faint compared to the roaring of his blood in his ears. However they seemed pleased with his lack of reaction, letting go of his one shoulder and moving their hand to pin his head down again. He shivered feeling how close the claws were to his scalp.
He felt so pathetic, he didn't even get a glimpse of his attacker before he was taken down, his own weapon just causing him more pain. He had no idea if this was an admin or just someone who had a personal vendetta against him. Tears welled up in his eyes, either he died here or was taken away. At least one of those options ended in Kidd being found but he wasn't sure what admins would do to a hacker's son, adding on the fact that the kid was a vampire only made it more likely that Kidd wouldn't make it out of this situation alive. Vampire immortality wouldn't save him if they just starved him to death. Fuck he had to do something, he couldn't just leave his child to die. So he braced himself for the pain as he got ready to throw off the attacker but that plan startled to a stop when he felt something cold on his neck then a sharp pain as two pin like objects went under his skin.
He whimpered, noise coming uninhibited as he quickly got woozy, all fight taken out of him with a wave of sudden lethargy. It was such a familiar feeling yet his mind couldn't grasp why. Everything hurt and he would much rather be cuddled up with C00lkidd then deal with this.... Fuck, C00lkidd! His mind quickly grasped onto the sudden bout of clarity and quickly flipped his body to the side, crying out as the sword sliced further into his skin and he felt the distinct feeling of something getting ripped out of his neck when the person was tossed off of him.
Panting with the exertion, he fixed himself into a sitting position, not trusting his legs to carry his weight with how light headed he was, and pointed the sword in front of him. If that person dared to come at him again they would only be skewered with a sword or at least he hopes so. His grip on the sword is wanting as the adrenaline leaves him in droves. He just needs to stay coherent enough to defend him self, then maybe he'll grant himself with a blissful nap. Wait, no. He needs to patch himself up first or he might risk bleeding out. Shit that's not the main problem right now! Just stay focused!
Glancing at the blurry figure he tensed as they started to get back up, their shoulders hunching back as if they were about to lunge again. "Don't... don't do it! I have a sword and I will fight back!" With that the figure paused, contemplating for a few moments before a quiet laugh left their mouth, their only response a whispered prayer.
"Thank you oh gracious Spawn for the wonderful meal you have given me"
007n7's blood froze, what kind of psycho was this?! He was just a meal to this freak?! His breaths came way quicker as he realized what this meant. this likely wasn't a person who hated him and this definitely wasn't an admin. He was just unlucky that he became a cannibal's next victim. They probably had done this to many victims and that's why they were so confident even with 007n7's threat. Fighting was futile and it would only wear him down, he just needed to teleport and-- His heart dropped as he looked over to where the Coolgui should be and noticed it was gone. His lethargy from earlier must have caused him to not have enough energy to keep it summoned.
Looking back at the attacker he noticed the wide smile on their face. He was done for and they knew it, they were just waiting for him to realize. The tears that he managed to hold back for this long finally fell freely, he couldn't see a way out of this, if they lunged forward he might be able to get a good hit with the sword but with how weak his arms were he might miss completely, he also didn't have the time to write the teleport command again and they would attack if he even tried.
However, a high pitched cry startled both him and the attacker, they looked towards where the noise came from and 007n7 was terrified. Would this person try to eat his child as well?! Telamon, they now knew that there was another person in the house, nothing was stopping them from taking out the potential threat even though it was just a baby. He would refused to let that happen. With a surge of adrenaline he got on shaky feet and pushed forward, taking advantage of the fact that the person wasn't looking at them and pushing the sword through their midsection. Directly after he collapsed to the floor, all of his strength truly gone from him with that final move but he grinned when he heard the howl of pain from them. Checkmate bitch. Good luck surviving with that injury.
The attacker collapsed to a sitting position, hisses and growls falling from their lips as their hands hovered over the hilt of the sword. This was actually the closest he had ever seen the person while still blurry he could make out more details, like the way they seemed so pale or that their face was too gaunt, even the fact that they looked rather childlike, not yet having lost their baby face. A dawning realization hit him as he glanced over them and actually paid attention, they were deathly skinny and so short, body lanky in a way of a teenager still growing into their body. Holy shit was this just a kid? Even if it was, surelye the kid deserved it he attacked him first and had messed him up pretty good... but... they were just a kid out in the middle of nowhere and obviously starving, they must have seen this as their only opportunity to eat. How could he fault a kid for just trying to survive? Telamon, he hated having a moral compass.
Shifting to sit back up, gasping as the pain in his stomach flared up again, he glanced at the teen. They seemed to have gone still, still alive based on the labored breathing but not likely to attack him anymore. Whatever, he'd get to them later. The first priority was himself and his son. The bathroom with all his medical supplies was quite a bit away, he wouldn't make it by walking, he didn't have the strength and would definitely pass out on the way there. Meaning his only real option was to crawl and scoot his way over there, it would make the wound on his stomach way worse and would probably cause him to bleed out if he wasn't quick enough but it was either bleed out on the way there or bleed out doing nothing. Once again there was only one true option.
So he started scooting his way over to the bathroom, sticking close to the wall to give him something to lean on as he slowly made his way. He was sure that he would cringe at the dried blood stains later but that meant he had survived this ordeal in the first place. Once he managed to drag himself to the bathroom he leaned himself against the wall, needing a small breather. Regrettably his med kit was in the upper cabinet behind the mirror, way out of his reach from his sitting position. He groaned and brought his head back against the wall, he would regret everything in the next few moments but hearing Kidd's loud cries kept reminding him why he was still persisting.
With strangled gasps he grabbed onto the sink counter and pulled himself up, just with that he was already exhausted, the temptation to just give up lingering in his mind but he refused. Leaning himself against the counter, tears falling again at the pain from the cold counter digging into his wound. It's fine, it's fine. Just keep moving. He opened the mirror and grabbed the med kit from behind it. Carefully he sat himself on the toilet, clutching onto the kit like it was his lifeline. He'd have to start with his stomach, it was his worst injury and the one that would likely kill him if left unattended for much longer.
He tensed as he pulled his shirt, off trying to not gag at the feeling of the dried blood peeling off of his shoulder and stomach. It was stupid how so much had dried while it was actively bleeding but whatever he wouldn't question the ways of his body as long as he survived. Shit, he needed something to wipe away the blood so he could see how bad the wound was. He glanced around the bathroom and instantly became thankful that his past self didn't clean up after himself, the hand towel from when he cleaned Kidd's face was still there, it would be kind of gross but it was better then nothing.
He grabbed it and started wiping away the blood, hissing in annoyance as blood kept trickling from the wound, he was hoping that he wouldn't have to put pressure on the wound but there wasn't anything else he could do. So he steeled himself and did exactly that, trying to not cry from the pain again. At least while he was stemming the blood he could check on his other injuries. His arm was pretty fucked up, he'd get lucky if it didn't scar, but he was pleased to see that the bleeding was slowing to a sluggish crawl. If he was fortunate enough it'd be done bleeding by the time he got to it. He then brought his free hand to his neck, curious on what wound was there, he cringed at the feeling of blood trickling down his neck but followed the trail to two small puncture-like wounds that barely missed his artery.
Confusion settled over him first, trying to figure out what could have even caused wounds like that, he had honestly thought the teen had just injected him with something which is why he had felt so tired directly after. Those however were definitely too large for any needle he could think of, so what caused it and why did it seem so familiar? It was only another ear piercing cry from his son that reminded his dizzy brain exactly why it was familiar. It was exactly like the wounds he got when Kidd would bite him. Oh great not only was the teen a starving one, it was likely a starving vampire as well. How has he gotten so wrapped up with vampires?? Just a year ago he didn't even know they existed and now his son is one and there's a dying one in his living room. Or well... were they really dying? Weren't vampires supposed to be mostly immortal, he was pretty sure a sword was not one of the things that would kill a vampire but he also did not actually know all that much about vampires that weren't just myths.
Whatever, him first and then he can worry about the teen, if they managed to die then he would just see it as karmic retribution for the attack, if not he would help get them back to full health and send them on their way. Focusing back on himself he pulled the bloody washcloth away from his stomach satisfied to see the bleeding had stopped. Wiping away what blood was left he sighed when he saw how deep the wound was, it would definitely need stitches. Just great. Pulling out his sutures and getting to work, his mind more focused on the noises his son was making rather than the pain, knowing his son, while upset was alive was a good enough distraction and relief to pretend the blooming pain wasn't there.
Once the stitches were done he wrapped his midsection in bandages, making sure to keep the wound compressed even if it hurt like hell. He then wiped his neck clean and put a smaller bandage over the incisor marks, the only worry with that one was it getting infected. Now moving onto his shoulder he tried to wipe the blood away but with cloth already being soaked with blood it just smeared more of it around. He threw the cloth into the sink leaving it for future him to deal with before making some even more poor decisions. Since the only dry cloth he had were the bandages in his kit he started using the rough cloth to clean up the blood, painful and probably not the best but he needed to see how bad the wound was and the blood was in the way.
Thankfully his arm didn't need any stitches so he just wrapped them up and set the dirty bandages to the side. All patched up for the most part he scooted from the toilet back to the floor and slowly made his way to Kidd's room, the wall practically his crutch the entire time. It hurt enough that it made tears spring to his eyes once more but he just focused on his son's cries. All of this was for him, he would not fail after all of this. Making his way into the room he bemoaned the fact he hadn't cleaned up the toys yet, making his trek to the closet even more treacherous. He did it anyway, opening the closest and smiling when he saw C00lkidd alive and safe, very upset at being left alone but an upset baby was better than a hurt one.
He shuffled into the closet and slid down the wall to sit, shaking as he heard Kidd's cries get even worse. He picked him up cradling him close to his chest, adrenaline fully crashing out of his system now that he held his child. "Hey Kidd... You're okay... Dada's okay...." He closed the closet doors, not trusting that the teen wouldn't somehow come there to attack him, before laying in the pile of blankets, eyes drooping. "I'm just going to take a quick nap... you.. you'll scream at me if I don't wake up in a hour right?"
He paused talking and listened to his son's little sniffles, calming down now that he was with him. He knew how dangerous it was to fall asleep after losing so much blood, but he was already barely there, black spots covering most of his vision. He desperately hoped this wouldn't be his final moments, that he would wake up and give his son his next meal. However the blackness of his mind took over before he could even try to resist sleeping.
Waking up was a startling experience, pain was buzzing through his entire body and every subtle shift of his body caused the pain to flare up with a vengeance. He also had tiny grubby hands patting his face like it was a drum, only making the migraine that was settling in even worse. He looked up at his son who giggled upon seeing him wake up, making senseless babbles that were all a little too eager. "Yea, yea I'm up"
He shifted back into a sitting position, making a low keen at the pain that got so unbearable for those few moments. The noise was so shocking that even Kidd paused in his babbling, staring up at his father with furrowed brows. "Dada?"
"Dada's fine.." He stood up, grateful that his legs were working like they were supposed to even if they were still slightly wobbly and then picked C00lkidd up, heading out of the closet. "Let's go check on our guest, make sure they're still alive" Kidd just grinned and clapped his hands together, well as long as one of them is happy. Heading towards to the living room he grimaced at the strong smell of his blood. He must've not been asleep for that long then, hopefully only a few hours. He first went to grab the abandoned med kit and headed back to the living room, if the teen was still alive he'd have to patch up the wound he left. Then he set Kidd down in the kitchen, giving him a blood bag to distract him, couldn't really keep a vampire down if he was holding his son. Just in case he also grabbed one for the teen.
Making his way into the living room he was relieved that the teen was still on the ground right where he left them, their eyes were closed and the only thing that showed they were alive was the gentle rise of their shoulders as they breathed. Some of the tension in his body was released, grateful that he didn't kill some poor teen. The bloodied sword now laid beside them, they must have ripped it out at some point.
He moved closer, his steps light as to not wake the vampire. He set the med kit beside him and glanced at the wound, thankfully there wasn't much blood, something he was going to attribute to them being a vampire. It was a pretty nasty wound though, after all it had been an aim to kill. He was just going to have to hope that after he stitched it up the healing process would take care of the rest.
Shuffling closer to the teen he gently pats the side of the teen's face chuckling when their face scrunched up. "C'mon kid, you gotta wake up." A quiet huff left the teen before their eyes slowly cracked open, 007n7 tensed but just smiled at them when they looked over at him. Their eyes widened in panic upon seeing who was looking at them and their body shifted forward before they made a pained whimper and shifted back to lean against the wall.
"I did a good number on you, huh? Think it's only fair after I almost died last night."
The teen started trembling but in a quick motion lunged forward, teeth sinking into the flesh of his hand that had still been lingering nearby. 007n7 hissed in pain but resisted yanking his hand away when he heard the teen make another whimper. However he couldn't let them drink more of his blood, he was still recovering from dangerous levels of blood loss and any more would probably lead to his death, scratch that it would definitely lead to his death. So ignoring the teen's glare he cupped his fingers around their incisors and forcefully pulled them out, keeping his grip on their teeth so he could keep their jaw still, ensuring he would not get bit again.
"You already had enough of my blood last night." The kid just snarled, unable to form sensible words without the ability to properly close his jaw. "Look, I have some blood packs you can eat." The teen froze but still stared at him suspiciously "First however I need to stitch you up, you wont be able to move much with a hole in your stomach." When the teen didn't react he moved his free hand to pull out sutures from the med kit, showing them to the teen who narrowed their eyes.
"It's going to hurt but in the long run it'll help you feel better. Understand?" The teen gave a feeble nod, movement stunted by how 007n7 held them. "Alright. I'm going to let you go. If you attack me I will knock you out." Once the teen gave another nod, he let them go and prepared the sutures. "Just pull your shirt up while I do this" He looked up to them hesitating before doing so. To start he made sure the wound was mostly clean, silently thankful that vampires supposedly didn't bleed all that much, then with a quiet warning he began the stitching process, heart breaking at hearing the noises the teen made, only able to imagine his son in this position instead.
Once the stitching was done he gave the area one final clean before giving the teen an awkward smile "All done, though I should probably give you a new shirt so you don't infect the wound.." He glanced over the teen's shirt, not only was it soaked in a mix of the two's blood it was also covered in grime, he can't imagine the last time it was cleaned, actually thinking about it when was the last time this kid even took a shower? "I um... If you'd like you can also take a shower while I grab you some replacement clothes?"
"I thank you for the offer however I would first like to indulge in your previous offer of food.." Oh wow this kid talked pretty fancy, wait was this even a kid?? Aren't vampires supposed to stay the age they turned... well Kidd has been growing so maybe not.... he'd have to ask later. Grabbing the blood bag he tossed it to the teen. "Eat up, I have more if you need it."
The teen eagerly bit in before immediately recoiling with a gag "I thought you were to feed me blood, not this...horrid creation..."
"It is blood, has everything a growing vampire needs to survive. Not much I can do about the taste so you'll either eat it or not."
The kid grimaced before muttering under their breath, "Blessed be the spawn for this meal..." and then bit into the bag once more, only slightly gagging this time. Seeing how quick the bag was drained he decided he would go grab another one for them and pick up Kidd while he was at it. He doesn't fully trust the teen but every time he even thought of the dangers they could pose all he could think of instead was his son in their position, starving and desperate to do what he needed to live. Maybe he was giving them some benefit of the doubt... he'd still be wary though.
Kidd beamed when his father walked into the kitchen, his face thankfully not a mess this time. He grabbed two bags from the fridge before picking Kidd up and heading back to the living room. He sat down in front of them and set Kidd in his lap before passing them the two bags. They looked at his son with furrowed brows before biting into the bags. Kidd stared at the teen with wide eyes, shocked into silence before he turned to his dad. 007n7 just chuckled in response and slowly Kidd looked back at the teen before giggling and clapping his hands.
The teen looked between Kidd and 007n7, looking wholly uncomfortable. "That is such an unfortunate age to be turned. I offer my sincere condolences." Their head bowed forward for a moment before looking back at 007n7 who just smiled awkwardly.
"Ah... he was born this way." The teen understandably gave him a confused look to which he just shrugged at "Not entirely sure myself. He was just left at my doorstep" He glanced down at his son who was now looking at the other vampire in awe and just smiled "A note said he was a pure vampire or whatever. I don't care too much, he's my son either way"
Looking back at the teen he noticed the way their face twisted at his words, looking at 007n7 before his eyes landed on C00lkidd. "I...." They then sighed "May I take you up on your offer for a shower?"
"Oh yeah, of course" He stood up, taking Kidd with him "Bathroom is down the hall to the left just uh... ignore the blood. It was a bit hectic earlier. I'll leave the clothes outside the door for you"
He then headed to his own room, grabbing the smallest outfit he had, hopefully it would fit the teen. He should also grab a shirt for himself while he was in here... so after a quick change he headed back to the bathroom, setting the clothes outside before looking over at Kidd's room. The door was still open from earlier and he could see the abandoned oils still on the floor. Thinking about it, the teens wings were in a horrible condition and had looked to be cracking at some points. He should leave those oils by the door as well. A quick addition to his trip and then he sighed relieved, the teen should be good for now, once they got out he could ask them all the questions he had. For now he really just wanted to sit and relax, his stomach was killing him and the pain in his arm was flaring up from holding Kidd.
Entering his own room and he laid down on his bed, letting Kidd explore yet keeping a close eye on him. Surprisingly enough rather than go off exploring he went straight to his father's arms and curled up. Must be close to morning then, that was the only time Kidd ever settled down. Gently rubbing his back he started humming a nonsensical tune, just something easy on the mind as exhaustion started setting in. It had presumably only been a few hours since he almost died and regrettably near death experiences do take a toll on your body.
Sleep had almost claimed him and his son however he had just managed to hear a shuffle by the door and snapped up in a panic. Glancing over at the door to see what the noise was from all the tension in his body dropped when he saw it was just the teen. Yea, that's right.. not just him and Kidd in the house. He sighed and sat up, continuing to rub Kidd's back when he whined. Looking over the teen he smiled when he saw that the clothes swamped them, it was a pretty funny sight seeing the person who almost killed him now looking so child-like. Glancing over at their wings the smile dropped into a frown though, the wings still looked horrible even though they were now clean, did they not put on the oils? Did they even know the oils were for their wings??
"Did you use the bottles outside the door?"
"No. I could not pertain their use."
007n7 sighed, well that answered that at least. "Let me put Kidd down to sleep and then I'll help you. Afterwards I have a lot of questions for you."
The teen nodded before walking away, taking that as his cue he very slowly picked Kidd up as to not wake him and the headed over to his crib. Hopefully he'd sleep through the entire day, that'd be a nice mercy after everything that happened tonight. On his way back to the living room he picked up the oils, a little surprised when he noticed that the bathroom was now clean as a whistle minus the dirty clothes and cloth. He wouldn't complain if the teen decided to clean all the mess they caused but they should really wait until they healed more.
Now in the living room he spotted the teen nervously standing off to the side, fiddling with their sleeves. He watched them for a few moments before clearing his throat to get their attention. "So these oils are for your wings... and tail I guess. These help keep them in a healthy state, I use these on Kidd all the time and well you saw how good his wings looked." He held out the oils to the teen who hesitantly grabbed them and then looked back at their wings.
"Just sit on the floor while you do it, getting oil stains out of the couch is a nightmare." The teen immediately did so, opening up the bottles and sniffing at it before starting to pour the oil onto their wings. 007n7 grimaced at how poorly they were doing it but just looked away, letting silence fill in the void. The living room was a mess, blood trailing through it, with the sword and med kit just abandoned on the floor. This was going to be a lot to clean up but for now his focus would be the teen, not how atrocious his living room was. Though... the silence was getting a little awkward... Peeking back at them he noticed how they weren't even getting the oil to the back of their wings, unable to fully reach everything, no matter how much they tried.
"Would.... would you like me to help you..? You're missing some spots..." Not to mention not rubbing it in properly.
He watched them pause before looking up at him, face twisting once more before they spread out a wing in his direction "Do as you please"
He sat down behind them, not noticing how tense they got at the action, and grabbed the oils. Just like Kidd he started by massaging circles into the base of their wings "So what's your name, I can't keep calling you the teen forever. Oh, are you actually a teen? Kidd ages but I'm not sure if it's the same for other vampires"
The teen was a bit frazzled, wings twitching erratically the moment the massages started. "I...." They paused making 007n7 do the same as they looked at their face, a bit hidden from view due to their positions. "I would have been sixteen now... you may also call me by the name Two Time"
007n7 just hummed in response, not acknowledging how emotional their voice got, if they wanted to talk about it further then they would. He then went back to massaging with one hand as he started rubbing in the oil onto one wing with the other hand. The teen- Two Time looked downtrodden after just those two questions. He should just let them relax for now, all the more pressing questions he can ask later. He continued to rub the oils into the wings, chuckling when after a while a quiet purr started up from them. Looks like wing massages are relaxing for all vampires not just his son.
007n7 lost himself in the motions, the much bigger wings taking way longer than he was used to. His shoulders ached from the angle he had them at for so long but otherwise he was quite pleased with himself, this was like a little practice for when Kidd gets older. He huffed under his breath, a huge grin on his face before he gently tapped Two Time on their shoulders. "Hey, your wings are all good now.." He waited for a few moments but got no reply other than the quiet purrs. "Two..?" He leaned forward to look at their face and had his grin soften when he saw they were asleep. Just like Kidd huh.
Very, very carefully he moved to pick them up, a year of experience of picking up C00lkidd without waking him up coming in really handy. As quiet as ever he moved down the hallway to his room before setting Two Time in his own bed. He could sleep in Kidd's closet for the time being, he'd rather not have a teen sleep on the floor. Bad for their joints or something along those lines. He put the blankets on top of them and then slipped out of the room, never noticing how the purrs raised in volume.