Sketch: no one cares

It is I, Vadiken the greasiest and so far living vampire around, here to tell you all a fateful story about the one whom I met. Oh, this person is not so special to me. Nor is she lovely. But about a certain vixen I’ve meet a long time ago...

It was the year— I really can’t recall. And I was celebrating my special anniversary; my one day to suck and kill as many Mobians as I want. And yes, I do celebrate by myself; I am a lone wolf. Anyways *wipes face and rubs his eyes* while I spent my precious time sucking more than twenty of the lowlifes I happened to noticed a certain figure that glowed a faint green through the darkest time of night. As I bite down onto another helpless victim, sucked all of the blood, and I was sorely mistaken when I threw the lifeless body down— the sound that it made it was like a “fu-uhmp!” sound, I thoroughly enjoyed the raisin “Fu-ump” sounds; music to my ears. However, the figure cried out a yelp; I smiled to figure out that a rare breed was among us: a fox. I picked up the body again only to drop it from a higher height. As we hear the “Fump” loudly, the fox came closer to me, step by step. I picked up and dropped the same body around four times. The vixen could not take it anymore as she finally made her move to move up. And, I will not lie to anybody here but Zephyr had, no, HAS, the sexiest body I laid eyes on. But I have to give it a bit more to Amur *clears throat* However, her body is flawlessly crafted! She only had her coat on that made me wonder what her body looked like underneath. (I am sorry; I should not be taking more of this. I sense Zephyr is nearby). However, her attitude is impaired! She came to me with a massive frown on her face as she locks her green eyes with mine. I tried to look at her eyes but her attire kept distracting me. The night was very cold and I could tell she was gently shivering. I was trying to be nicest man— or should I say, vampire — around, I told her of what she wanted; what was her business to be up here with me. The vixen replied: “You really need to get off of this roof."

*Zephyr from behind pushes Vadiken off the computer*

“I am Zephyr; we need to start over and redo this crappy story that this man made.”

*The entire first story on Word was erased and Zephyr began to type*

It was during the night with my one and only friend named Soven. This man, believe it or not, was my ex-contract that I was supposed to kill. AND GET THIS! His contract was me! He came to me with his finger poking my boob. I don’t know, that usually and actually felt nice, I told him to poke them all he wants and whenever he wants. But that’s beside the point; he spared my life. As a generous woman that I was we both ended up quitting our jobs in Russia and decided to escape here, as a team that we should have been before. The entire time I loved hanging around with Soven, he’s cold, silent, and very strong. Something... I can’t tell him at all, yet. But we needed a place to stay on our first day. We went to a butcher shop where we found out that it is also an inn, how strange, right? The name Corn...? Face...? Carnival was his name, I can’t recall. Carnival was a very generous man who helped us out. Two Russians, well, I’m not Russian born, but Soven is the Russian and I got to stay in for almost free; well Soven paid for their stay, not much either. We hang out in our room alone and ended up sharing the same bed— mind you; I didn’t want to sleep alone on my other bed. Oh please, he is warm and so hot! I wish I could have said something. Enough! I was about to enjoy my sleep with him but I heard this weird noise. I thought to myself: “was it the sink that Soven left on?” But it was not. It was more of a pet peeve, Gawd, it was very annoying— it is a personal fear of me. That sound kept going. Sounded like a “Fump” noise that kept disturbing me at night. So I had to get off the bed and I had to check it out. I almost forgot that I was naked. I had to take the closest clothing I could find, lucky for me I had found Soven’s heavy Russian coat. I wore it on and went outside as the FUMPs were loud as day, loud as day? It doesn’t make any sense, oh, whatever. I climbed the roof and I met the strange figure who I thought was making out with a bunch of Furries and threw them off the roof. But I was dead wrong! This man was sucking their blood! So, Vampires do exist! I had believed that they are mythical creatures. But then again, we are all furry animals that can stand on both pawed feet and talk. What? It’s NORMAL! Sorry, off topic. I had to come up to the man and with my cool head and calm personality I come up to the man: "You really need to get off of this roof."

*Vadiken from behind pulls Zephyr off the computer*

“I am Vadiken! And this is badly typed, Zephyr.”

He said as he kept going with the story by now; too lazy to erase her crap writing. And to get his freedom to type he decides to throw her into a wall for good measure. Zephyr growling while she struggles to free herself from the wall really annoyed Vadiken quickly. So he looked up at her gently and he bites her neck, hard! There he sucked her blood until she went silent, not dead— Golden Rule would punish his jaw for that. But that he silenced her.

Vadiken: “Now my turn to type!” He says. Cracking his fingers loudly that sounded like firecrackers; some kids in the hall fled from the sudden loud noise that came from the room. Now Vadiken sat cozy on the chair and began to type casually where Zephyr left off.

"You really need to get off of this roof," said the whore herself. I, VADIKEN, denied her request. I would have slapped her across her face whore face with extreme prejudice by my mighty hand of Dracula himself! AND AFTER I AM DONE DOING THAT! I’ll SUCK THE LIVING BLOOD AND SOUL OUT!!”

Typing madly and now foaming on the mouth too. He looks up at the knocked out Zephyr. He would have done it but knows that the Golden Rule will intervene. So he retypes his version from scratch.

Now back at: The vixen replied: ‘You really need to get off of this roof.” I simply looked at the fox in confusion. But then I noticed the looming sunrise, my one physical weakness. I was forced to jump off the roof and left the whore behind. Oh man, the many Mobians I had sucked made me feel full and yet young. I especially liked sucking the blood of that vamp-Mobian named Shadoh, who acted like Shadow the Hedgehog. How lame, right? I shall write more about this event much later then. However, this was not our last encounter, mind you. I met the same fox lady around a few more times; she brings the coat, alongside with her Pokémon who appeared to be a black Eevee of sorts.</i>

He looks up at Zephyr who might not wake up for a few hours later. He was glad to shut her up *
This is Vadiken. I shall now leave you artist in peace.

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After the story, this drawing today still reminds me of how Vadiken really can be a jerk just for the hell of it; his face expression alone shows that he’s being a jerk about it too and does not respect the people, like Zephyr here, around him during the night. And Zephyr appears to be highly annoyed to see him around the rooftop; having her old fear come back to her (might explain more about it later) in a form where she hugged Soven or Luna every night to keep herself safe. She also appears to be annoyed that she only took the coat alone and tried to cover herself up. (Maybe the next time she might not bring a coat at all, use her arm to cover herself, LOL). But above all, and the comment that has been done two months later, I still truly like this drawing for many reasons. The sheer coldness of Vadiken’s personality clashing with Zephyr who’s trying to be reasonable shines! And with that chemistry of opposites clashing makes these two the best enemies to be around with.

Zephyr and Vadiken, enemies forever? Maybeh...I might do something evil one day. >=3