stupid vampire story

Dunno why the feed's been spazzing- I may take the feed offline for a while, but I'll give the two of you who read this on a semi-regular basis a heads up before I do that.

And now, a stupid vampire fragment.
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The Frost and Monthly Building was quiet at this time of night- it was too early for any of the real clients to be up and about, and too late for any of the daytime stragglers to be around. Toby was probably the only person on the ground floor, and he was stuck behind the reception desk until midnight.

He tilted his chair back as far as it would go and propped his bare feet up on the desk. Evening secretary duty sucked, and he'd be damned if he stuck to dress code at this time of night. He was wearing jeans with holes in the knees and an eye searing Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned, over a black t-shirt.

At least he had a chance to catch up on his Tetris playing; Martin had beaten his high score last week. The tinny music of his gameboy drowned out the soft sounds of the lobby fountain and covered up the faint noise of the doors hissing open.

Someone cleared their throat. Toby very deliberately paused his game and set it down on the desk before looking up. A man in a finely tailored suit stood at the desk, holding a briefcase in front of him.

Toby raised an eyebrow at him. "Well aren't you exceptionally well dressed." He swung his feet off the desk and sat up in his chair. "What can Frost and Monthly do for you today?"

"I have an appointment with Mr. Frost." His voice buzzed pleasantly in Toby's ear, somewhere between a growl and a purr.

Toby pulled flipped through the datebook. "Yeah? Which one? No- just tell me your name, that'll be easier."

"Prufrock. Owen Prufrock, representing J. Prufrock and Sons, attourneys at law." He pulled a business card out of his jacket and placed it carefully on the desk, then settled back with both hands clasped around the handle of his briefcase.

"Prufrock? No wonder you're well dressed." Toby grinned, baring his fangs. "Says here you're meeting with Noah- third floor, office on the right. He'll be expecting you."

"Ah." Owen tilted his head slightly. "And you are?"

His grin widened, and his pupils lengthened into slits. "No one important, really. You can call me Toby." He settled back in his chair and put his feet up again. "Better hurry along. Mr. Frost doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Owen kept his expression controlled, but Toby could hear his heartrate skyrocket. "Of course. Thank you for your assistance."

"Pleasure's all mine." Toby waited until the man was on the elevator to snicker madly into his Gameboy. Sometimes evening secretary duty was awesome. Prufrock hadn't made a move on them in years- and if this was their opening gambit, things were bound to get interesting around the office again.

It was almost midnight when the elevator doors opened again; Owen Prufrock strode out, with his tie slightly askew. He made eye contact with Toby as he wound his way through the night shift crowds in the lobby, and smiled.

Toby smiled back. He couldn't wait to hear all about this one from Noah; life around the office had been so very boring lately.

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The Frost siblings:
January (Jane)
February (Aubrey)
March (Martin)
April
May
June
July (Jules)
August (Gus)
September (Beryl)
October (Toby)
November (Noah)
December (Daisy)

The Frost Family is a bunch of eccentric vampires and demonologists; the Prufrock family is mostly vampires and supplicants. (The natural state of a Frost sibling is human but weird- Toby's an anomaly; the natural state of a Prufrock child is vampire and bitchy.)

Toby was an accidental vampire in the Boffo universe, and Dei's roommate for a little while. Then he picked up eleven siblings and became Anya and Leto's genius programmer friend in DDD. Now he's insisting on staying a vampire and going to law school- only he's dragged his whole family into the mess too. And since I've been introduced to Angel, I seem to have acquired a bunch of warring vampire lawyer clans in my head.

Toby is also an adorable, twinky redhead with freckles and a lot of eyebrow piercings. I think he thinks he's punk, or something, but really, he isn't. He's mostly just cute and twinky and ambiguously gay.

Owen is the guy my iPod is named after. And as far as I can tell, he isn't a vampire, yet- it's possible he's still just a paralegal, and hasn't been promoted in the family yet. Solneki also seems to think they're related- distant cousins of some sort. My opinion on this is that not only does Solneki not need a last name, but he also doesn't need to invade every single bloody universe in my head.

Naturally, he and Mordant disagree. *sigh*

These guys may exist in their own universe; Boffo's vampires are all solitary creatures, not prone to developing clans or families. If I put them in Song of Shadows, there's a chance Von, Cata, and Ari'i would run into them in court, and as hilarious as that would be, it probably wouldn't end well- Ari'i would have to explain to Von, patiently, patronizingly, that they don't automatically win the case if they stake the prosecution.

Eh. We'll see; I doubt I'll do anything with them, regardless. I need a vampire story like I need a pencil through the eye, so they con consider themselves on permanent hiatus.