Love Bites! ( A Vampire!Matt x Edd story)

         Hey , guys? GUESS WHAT ! The little shit finally, updates the story. Well, my mom got a little fustrated with me for the past week. Why? I told her about my alcohol abuse and my sexuality a week ago. Then, i was in depression mode and hadn't talked to her in a few days and when she asked me what happened , I didn't answer her. So, since she's a mother from the Caribbean , guess what happened. That's right. I got punched in the fucking face. But, it's all good. Ok, to the story.

      Edd's POV- 

       I awoke to the very cold atmosphere in the dark room. I rubbed my eyes , to make sure they were  open  and then stretched . Arms up in the air and my mouth wide from yawning.  I whipped my head around searching for Matthew. I know he loves me but, I'm trying to stop my feelings from getting to strong. I do care for him but, I only want to care for him in a platonic way. I don't want it to seem like I had Stockholm's Syndrome. I mean , I've only known the guy for a few days. 

      I threw my legs to the side of the soft bed and jumped down . I shivered as my feet touched the cold , marble floors . Matt really needs a heater for this place. Since, I was just in a white T- back and my green, plaid , baggy pajama pants, I put on my fluffy green jacket. I instantly, snuggled into the warmth. 

     I proceeded to walk down the long hallways, that were lit with torches along the walls for my convenience . I was studying the vast amount of mirrors in the halls and portraits of Matt's father and family and others of nature . It marveled me , how the house had at least 10 mirrors in each room and the vampire couldn't see his reflection. I chuckled. Well, Matt is very odd.

     I nearly jumped out of my skin  to feel a furry presence brush against my leg. "WHAT THE FUCK ?!?", I exclaimed. I jumped into the air and landed to a nearby chair , conveniently placed in the hallway. "Oh, Ringo... It's just you .", I giggled to myself as I carefully eased out the chair. The poor tabby just tilted its head in confusion . "Don't give me that look". I placed my hands on my hips and glared as if Ringo was talking. He just continued to stare. "You couldv'e been a monster or something", I replied as I scooped the small bundle of fur in my arms. "I mean alot of scary stuff has been happening, lately.", I added hoping Ringo would understand. The cat just rolled his eyes at the sheer stupidity of his owner. "Whatever. Sometimes , I wonder why I feed you. Speaking of food, we need to find Matt so, he can give us something to eat."

       The cat purred and rubbed his head against his owner's chest and climbed onto his shoulder and draped himself there like a scarf. I just let him do as he pleased. Obviously, the cat wore the pants in the relationship. "Matthew!", I yelled out , startling the cat. It tensed up as echoes reflected through the halls . After a couple seconds, an answer was received ."Eddie, is that you ? I'm up here.", Matt's voice bellowed , also leaving an echo. The voice seemed to be coming from upstairs. I swiftly but, cautiously made his way up the old steps. Each one creaked as the chunky, cola boy placed his weight on them. They really needed some repairs. I knocked on a large , wooden door with spirals upon spirals of claw marks on them. I shivered. Did Matthew do this? "Come in ", a voice cheerily stated. 

     I was greeted by a blinding rays of sunshine as he entered the room. It was the only room with light and gosh, he sure wished it didn't. I rubbed my eye as they adjusted to the light."What are you doing up here, Matty? You could die , you know?", I shouted. Matt was dressed in a trench coat buttoned up to his neck, black pants on, a purple scarf with matching gloves and a huge , sunhat that almost covered his eyes. "I'm fine, honeybunch.", he gave a dorky smile. I huffed. "Well , what is this place?", I asked eyeing the room. It has a tremendous, hole in the wall , the source of the violent sunlight, a lavender and green wallpaper covered the walls but, were faded. There was a bookshelf with many books and a large chest filled with toys. In the corner sat a grand baby's crib that had a pretty, white lace curtain pulled in a circular fashion. It was a nursery.