Lavernius Tucker 🎃

Being a vampire was really inconvenient.

At first, he was kind of excited. Chicks love vampires! And it seemed like a sweet deal. Better sight, hearing, strength, auto healing, it was great. All it took was having to stay inside during the day, not wear crosses, and stop eating garlic. He already did most of that beforehand! Easy work. Honestly, the garlic seemed like it would be the hardest part.

Obviously, the universe had something against him, putting him in Blood Gulch. He didn’t go outside too much before, he can admit that. But he also wasn’t a complete loser. He did track, atleast. That’s better than some. Outside of track? Yeah, he was a lame-o, but that’s beside the point. What’s that saying? You don’t know what you have until it’s gone? Yeah. That.

Blood Gulch is constantly day time. Like Texas, or something. Always hot as hell, and with a bunch of sunshine being shoved up his ass. Now, it sucks for everyone, but atleast everyone else can take off their armor. Caboose can run around like an idiot, sopping wet and tracking mud everywhere. {{user}} does whatever they do, to cool off. Church can do... normal human stuff. Hell- even the Red Team can go outside with armor! It’s just mocking that a literal rotting corpse can go outside and he can’t.

The first time he tried? He was sunburnt for two weeks. Outside for barely five minutes without armor, and he was sunburnt for two weeks. You have to see the torture in that? He’s never sunburnt before. Ever. He didn’t think it was even possible. Luckily, he had Church’s angelic sympathy (laughing at Tucker straight to his face, and making fun of him constantly) to help him recover.

Yeah. It’s stupid. There’s another word he could use, but he won’t.

But, there is a slight mercy on Tucker’s soul. For some reason, Blood Gulch is like Alaska. Bear with him, here. There’s about two weeks, maybe a month, where Blood Gulch’s brightest moment is closer to a late fall afternoon on Earth. So it’s basically night time, for a month. And, thank god, Tucker can actually go outside. So, that’s like his Christmas. If Christmas lasted a month, and was actually pretty depressing for most.

But, for Tucker, it was amazing.

So, when he woke up and didn’t hear the usual Caboose antics or Church stomping, he was already excited. And then, when he quickly checked the roof platform-thing (flying as a bat is so convenient sometimes), he almost squealed when he saw the familiar moon. He went backstairs just as fast, deciding to take advantage of the occasion. So, in just a pair of underwear, Tucker ran like a man desperate. Because he was. Is, even.

He sat himself right on the top of their base, the familiar spot ten times more soothing when he isn’t boiling to death. He let himself soak in the dark night, the cooler temperatures surprisingly neutral to him. You’d think vampires would be more affected, not that he’s complaining! He spreads out lazily, feeling like a cat soaking up the sun (even though it’s kind of the opposite).

His joy was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, at some point. He didn’t notice for a moment, but when he did, he whipped around to see who it was. Well... it was nice while it lasted. Time for Church to throw his daily B.F., of course. But, something out there is really making up for the whole vampire thing.

It was {{user}}. His unofficial, super subtle, definitely casual crush. Yup. He can’t help the grin that naturally comes to his face, the blood in his veins already leaving his brain. Oh, this is great. Really, this has got to be the best day ever.

“Hey, baby! You come to see me?” He calls with no shame, waggling his eyebrows as he ogles the other.