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EDIT: I added text from Victor's book. Victor has developed a stutter and even more serious social anxiety than he displays in the comics during writing. 'Tis first draft material and is likely to change somewhat.

Victor is looking for Tyrian so he can ask him what to do about the getting blood thing.

And the reason Victor asked 'But doesn't Uncle Tyrian bite you?' is not about some weird blood ownership thing or anything, it's just that it's not very safe to be giving out blood to all and sundry cos you know, you might die from blood loss or something.

And a final note to add here... this surprised me. I didn't think Aurelia gave a damn about anyone but herself and Tyrian, but apparently she does. Yay~

From the book:

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Victor tiptoed down the corridor. For once, he didn't avoid the maids. But neither could he bring himself to ask them the vital question. He had no idea where else to head, so he followed the now familiar path to the throne room.

“Master Tyrian isn't back yet,” Aurelia told him. She was sat on the floor, leaning against the doorway. “Don't rush off,” she said, as he turned to leave. “Let's wait for him together.” She patted the floor next to her. Unable to think of a decent excuse, he obeyed.

“Wh-where is he?” Victor asked.
“He's off being an idiot somewhere with his cousin,” she replied. “Something to do with you.”

“W-with m-me?” Victor repeated.

“Yeah, something about what way of being a vampire is best for you, yadda yadda, you know, idiot stuff,” she explained.

“Oh.” Victor sat himself down and hugged his knees. After a little while he asked, “Why is it 'idiot stuff'?” The cat woman tilted her head to one side.

“Because the only one who can decide what kind of vampire you should be is you?” she replied. “They can prance about as bats or whatever as much as they like and it won't help you decide.”

“M-maybe it can . . .” he said. “I'm g-glad he's trying.” The yokai shrugged.

“I'm not saying it's not helpful to them, but in the end no-one else can decide who you are,” she explained. “Now, if they'd taken you out with them . . . but perhaps it's a little early yet, eh kiddo?”

“Mmm.” He shuffled backwards a little and tried to balance his head on his knees. He blinked in an effort to keep his eyes from closing.

“You know, if you want blood, you can have mine,” Aurelia told him.

“H-how did you . . ?” he stuttered. “D-doesn't Uncle Tyrian . . ?”

“I've lived with Master Tyrian for almost as long as I can remember, so I know a thirsty vampire when I see one,” she explained, “and no, he's never even asked me.” There was a pause. “Jerk. Probably. I don't even know any more.”

“Jerk?” Victor asked. “Probably?”

“I dunno, maybe you can shed some light on that for me.” She shrugged. “He's never asked me ever and I am his best, oldest friend and his biggest supporter. I never used to think anything of it, but then along came Will. They're bestest buddies to the max and frankly, I'm surprised that boy has any blood left.”

“He was probably too scared to ask you,” Victor answered, surprising himself. “He was scared that'd you'd say no. That you'd be scared and start to hate him.”

“Ha!” the yokai blurted out. “I've got one over on that little pipsqueak then. I never thought of that. I mean, I did, but I dismissed it. Didn't think he was too scared to tell me anything.”

“Do you not like Mr. Will then?” Victor asked, trying not to sound too happy about the prospect.

“Nah, Will's great. He's a laugh. But he sucks up all Master Tyrian's attention.” She stopped suddenly and her eyes flicked down the corridor. Far too loudly she continued, “Gets annoying! If he stays another year like he said he was planning to, I swear I'll kick him through the nearest Otherworld door!” There were footsteps and Will appeared around the corner. Victor felt his blood vacate his face.
“Yeah yeah, I've heard your little lecture before,” he said. He put his hands on his hips but he was grinning like a maniac. “I told you I'm only thinking about it. And even if I'd decided, you wouldn't have changed my mind.”

“Jog on, pipsqueak,” she told him, grinning back and thumbing down the corridor. Victor stared at her in horror. He wasn't sure how offensive the words were exactly, but the gesture was unmistakeable.

“So he's not back then?” was the jester's only reply. “Tch, too bad. I'm dying to know how he got on.”
“Me too,” she said. “I'd pay money to actually see it.”

“He was trying out some amazingly cheesy vampire lines on me last night,” Will told them. “I couldn't stop laughing, so he had to give up.”

“Pfft,” Aurelia sniggered. “I wish I'd seen that, too. I'm sure he'll go to bed once he gets back, you should probably just wait for him there.”
“Yeah, you're probably right,” Will agreed. “I mean, I thought I'd come and keep you company while you're stuck with guard duty, but I see you've already got some.” He gave Victor a smile. Victor smiled weakly back.

“I c-came to see if Uncle Tyrian w-was back,” he explained. The jester gave him a curious look before glancing at Aurelia.

“I'd best be going then,” he said, putting his arms up behind his head. “I'll just go grab something to read while I wait.” When his retreating footsteps had well and truly died away, Victor turned to the yokai, incredulous;

“You told him he annoys you!” he gasped. “You s-said it r-right to his face!”

“Well, yeah,” Aurelia replied. “How else was he supposed to know? Did you want me to draw him a picture?” There was a pause. “Although, actually I have done that-”

“And he doesn't m-mind?”

“Of course not,” Aurelia replied. “We're friends.” Victor's mouth dropped open.
“You've got a lot to learn about this 'relationships' thing, kiddo,” she replied, smiling. She pulled back her sleeve. Offering him her arm, she added, “Now that's he's gone and before you keel over, let's get this done shall we?”

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Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales (c) Alicia L. Wright and Tannbourne Ltd.

This book isn't published yet, but the first one in the series is! Free sample here - tannbourne.com

Description
EDIT: I added text from Victor's book. Victor has developed a stutter and even more serious social anxiety than he displays in the comics during writing. 'Tis first draft material and is likely to change somewhat.

Victor is looking for Tyrian so he can ask him what to do about the getting blood thing.

And the reason Victor asked 'But doesn't Uncle Tyrian bite you?' is not about some weird blood ownership thing or anything, it's just that it's not very safe to be giving out blood to all and sundry cos you know, you might die from blood loss or something.

And a final note to add here... this surprised me. I didn't think Aurelia gave a damn about anyone but herself and Tyrian, but apparently she does. Yay~

From the book:

----

Victor tiptoed down the corridor. For once, he didn't avoid the maids. But neither could he bring himself to ask them the vital question. He had no idea where else to head, so he followed the now familiar path to the throne room.

“Master Tyrian isn't back yet,” Aurelia told him. She was sat on the floor, leaning against the doorway. “Don't rush off,” she said, as he turned to leave. “Let's wait for him together.” She patted the floor next to her. Unable to think of a decent excuse, he obeyed.

“Wh-where is he?” Victor asked.
“He's off being an idiot somewhere with his cousin,” she replied. “Something to do with you.”

“W-with m-me?” Victor repeated.

“Yeah, something about what way of being a vampire is best for you, yadda yadda, you know, idiot stuff,” she explained.

“Oh.” Victor sat himself down and hugged his knees. After a little while he asked, “Why is it 'idiot stuff'?” The cat woman tilted her head to one side.

“Because the only one who can decide what kind of vampire you should be is you?” she replied. “They can prance about as bats or whatever as much as they like and it won't help you decide.”

“M-maybe it can . . .” he said. “I'm g-glad he's trying.” The yokai shrugged.

“I'm not saying it's not helpful to them, but in the end no-one else can decide who you are,” she explained. “Now, if they'd taken you out with them . . . but perhaps it's a little early yet, eh kiddo?”

“Mmm.” He shuffled backwards a little and tried to balance his head on his knees. He blinked in an effort to keep his eyes from closing.

“You know, if you want blood, you can have mine,” Aurelia told him.

“H-how did you . . ?” he stuttered. “D-doesn't Uncle Tyrian . . ?”

“I've lived with Master Tyrian for almost as long as I can remember, so I know a thirsty vampire when I see one,” she explained, “and no, he's never even asked me.” There was a pause. “Jerk. Probably. I don't even know any more.”

“Jerk?” Victor asked. “Probably?”

“I dunno, maybe you can shed some light on that for me.” She shrugged. “He's never asked me ever and I am his best, oldest friend and his biggest supporter. I never used to think anything of it, but then along came Will. They're bestest buddies to the max and frankly, I'm surprised that boy has any blood left.”

“He was probably too scared to ask you,” Victor answered, surprising himself. “He was scared that'd you'd say no. That you'd be scared and start to hate him.”

“Ha!” the yokai blurted out. “I've got one over on that little pipsqueak then. I never thought of that. I mean, I did, but I dismissed it. Didn't think he was too scared to tell me anything.”

“Do you not like Mr. Will then?” Victor asked, trying not to sound too happy about the prospect.

“Nah, Will's great. He's a laugh. But he sucks up all Master Tyrian's attention.” She stopped suddenly and her eyes flicked down the corridor. Far too loudly she continued, “Gets annoying! If he stays another year like he said he was planning to, I swear I'll kick him through the nearest Otherworld door!” There were footsteps and Will appeared around the corner. Victor felt his blood vacate his face.
“Yeah yeah, I've heard your little lecture before,” he said. He put his hands on his hips but he was grinning like a maniac. “I told you I'm only thinking about it. And even if I'd decided, you wouldn't have changed my mind.”

“Jog on, pipsqueak,” she told him, grinning back and thumbing down the corridor. Victor stared at her in horror. He wasn't sure how offensive the words were exactly, but the gesture was unmistakeable.

“So he's not back then?” was the jester's only reply. “Tch, too bad. I'm dying to know how he got on.”
“Me too,” she said. “I'd pay money to actually see it.”

“He was trying out some amazingly cheesy vampire lines on me last night,” Will told them. “I couldn't stop laughing, so he had to give up.”

“Pfft,” Aurelia sniggered. “I wish I'd seen that, too. I'm sure he'll go to bed once he gets back, you should probably just wait for him there.”
“Yeah, you're probably right,” Will agreed. “I mean, I thought I'd come and keep you company while you're stuck with guard duty, but I see you've already got some.” He gave Victor a smile. Victor smiled weakly back.

“I c-came to see if Uncle Tyrian w-was back,” he explained. The jester gave him a curious look before glancing at Aurelia.

“I'd best be going then,” he said, putting his arms up behind his head. “I'll just go grab something to read while I wait.” When his retreating footsteps had well and truly died away, Victor turned to the yokai, incredulous;

“You told him he annoys you!” he gasped. “You s-said it r-right to his face!”

“Well, yeah,” Aurelia replied. “How else was he supposed to know? Did you want me to draw him a picture?” There was a pause. “Although, actually I have done that-”

“And he doesn't m-mind?”

“Of course not,” Aurelia replied. “We're friends.” Victor's mouth dropped open.
“You've got a lot to learn about this 'relationships' thing, kiddo,” she replied, smiling. She pulled back her sleeve. Offering him her arm, she added, “Now that's he's gone and before you keel over, let's get this done shall we?”

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Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales (c) Alicia L. Wright and Tannbourne Ltd.

This book isn't published yet, but the first one in the series is! Free sample here - tannbourne.com