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It was a cool brisk night in the Forbidden Forest. The dim moonlight illuminating the trees outside and no doubt giving the local werewolves some nice rejuvenation.
And it was in this forest that the great witch Minerva “Minnie” Mouse slept in her bed, in her comfortable little cottage.
She was known as something of a mystery to the people around her. A sweet young woman, if slightly mischievous, due to her tendency to cause trouble as much as help. It varied on occasion. One night, she could be helping a family cure their sick child with a special herb she concocted, the next night she would prank a nearby town by making the street lamps come alive.
But now was not one of those nights as the young girl mouse was busy adjusting her night gown.
With a flick of her wrist, her drawer opened and her hairbrush glided smoothly into her hand.
Minnie looked into the mirror and pouted a bit. Her hair always took so long to grow. Part of her was tempted to create a potion to grow it in seconds, but she figured it wasn’t worth it. Besides, it was probably for the best, long hair could get caught on tree twigs and dangerous chemicals, so she couldn’t complain.
That and her… secret admirer liked her hair the way it was. So that was good enough for her.
Speaking of said admirer…
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, Figaro.” She spoke softly to her pet cat. “I hope he comes home soon.”
Figaro simply meowed before yawning.
Minnie couldn’t help the small smile on her lips. “Well, I suppose we should be getting to bed, huh?”
The cat simply nodded before gently hopping off the drawer and settling into his pet bed.
Minnie yawned, stretching her arms until she felt her back pop. With a simple spell, she was able to turn her witch's garb into a simple nightgown. Walking over to her bed, she stopped and glanced at the closed window.
For whatever reason, she felt a compulsion to open it. Which she did, walking over and at least unlocking it before climbing under the covers of her comfy bed and drifting off into slumber.
A few minutes into her sleep, a red mist entered through the window, seeping the room in a scarlet cloud.
Minnie mumbled rolling onto her back, stirring but not waking.
The mist continued to fill the room, slipping under the sheets of the bed and drifting over Minnie.
The young mouse sighed pleasantly, almost like the mist itself was caressing her skin beneath her shirt.
The mist began to cloud over her, taking a solid form and morphing into the shape of a mouse.
“Minnie?” She twitched upon hearing her name but didn’t quite wake.
“Minnie~?” She finally blinked her eyes open and looking up.
And gasping when she saw who was sitting above her.
“Mickey!”
Mickey chuckled sheepishly. “Hey.”
He then leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, with Minnie immediately returning the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.
Minnie gasped for air when they separated, sitting up on her elbows. “Wh-What are you doing here?”
“Came to visit you, obviously.” Mickey grinned.
Minnie giggled before pecking him on the cheek. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
Nothing more needed to be said as their lips met again in a passionate embrace. It was a cliche thing, two things that shouldn't be together. A witch and a vampire. And yet they loved each other just the same.
Their hands were all over each other, Mickey’s hands slipping under Minnie’s shirt and massaging her back.
Minnie moaned into her lover’s mouth as she stroked Mickey’s with her fingers.
Mickey groaned as he kissed his beloved, making sure his fangs didn’t pierce her tongue.
Together they were like an all consuming fire, burning each with fiery passion. Stronger than any magic in this world.
The two eventually separated, cuddling together on the mattress.
“Remember when I used to pretend to be one your pet bats?” Mickey asked, recalling when they first met.
Minnie giggled, snuggling into his neck. “Yeah. I thought we’re so cute.”
“So how long was it until you found out I wasn’t one of your bats?”
Minnie shrugged. “Oh, I always knew.”
Mickey blinked, looking down at her. “Wh-really?” He asked, surprised.
Minnie looked up at him with a sly smirk. “I was raised by witches, honey. Heck, I am a witch.” She said, tracing shapes on his chest.
Mickey chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry I, uh, didn’t show myself to you sooner.”
“Mickey, you know I’ve already forgiven you for that.”
Mickey looked slightly guilty. “Have you?”
Minnie’s gaze softened. “Of course I have.” She sat up, gently stroking his cheek. “You know I trust you, right?”
Mickey nodded. “Sometimes I feel like you shouldn’t…”
Minnie lightly smacked his shoulder. “Shut up, I know you. You’re a good person, I know it.”
That made Mickey’s heart swell before a flicker of doubt crossed his face. “And what if everyone finds we’re… y’know… together? You sure you’d still love a vampire like me?”
Minnie lightly pecked him on the cheek. “Of course I would.” She whispered lovingly. “And even if someone finds out, I happen to know a few memory charms.”
Mickey brushed aside her bangs and kissed her on the forehead, feeling more fulfilled than he had in a long time. “I don’t deserve you.”
Minnie playfully nipped his ear, earning a slight yelp from him. “You’re too hard on yourself.”
An equally playful smirk crossed Mickey’s lips. “Oh, it’s on now!”
He tackled Minnie onto the bed, earning a delighted shriek from the witch.
The two laughed before gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Promise you will always love me…” Minnie whispered, gently stroking his cheek.
Mickey took her hand, squeezing it. “Forever and ever.”
There had been a time when Mickey feared he would be alone forever, a blood-sucking monster doomed to solitude.
That was until he met Minnie.
This sweet witch who welcomed him into her home without fear. Who treated him like a person instead of an animal. The first person who ever showed him love in years.
And as his lips met hers again, Mickey knew that he preferred the taste of her love over the taste of blood any night.