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I meant to put these out on Halloween. Oof. I'll be finishing up a plethora of these when I can as well as all the asks! Thank you guys for sending them.
Yes it's an AU, where they are the fabled super rangers mentioned in Widfali a few times. Wicks and Lynette love em'.
Christopher is officially an executive of Team Rocket, but at home he also has a collection of Pokemon to help him in the kitchen. Everyone thought having a bake sale for Team Rocket was "stupid" and "childish" and "grounds for demotion" until they actually tried the things Christopher made.
(He doesn't man the actual booths, though. That's what grunts are for.)
Contents (Warnings): What's wrong with Underkin? (Angst, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03
Wordcount: 3,200+
Song I correlate to this Chapter: None unfortunately
Author Note: Hello everyone, sorry it has taken me a while to get this chapter out! I have been having a lot of issues with my eyes as of late. It's been a ongoing problem I've had for years and the doctors don't know why. But, it got really bad recently to the point where things were hard to focus on or cloudy. They are doing a lot better again with this new medication, so I should be back up and running. THANK YOU FOR THE PAITIENCE AND HAVE A BOMBASTIC DAY AS ALWAYS. (Nonnegotiable).
Our weekend games were light. I won Alexander's game on Saturday because Drake distracted him. I didn't expect Alexander to be good at checkers, of all things.
I put my right elbow on the table and my chin in my palm.
I watched the door from the round table closest to the breakrooms kitchen area. It had the perfect view of door 1 and the door leading into breakroom 3. They'll be coming in soon...
"Shoot!" I scrambled up and went toward the fridge. I won't forget to drink another smoothie.
I opened the fridge to get my pineapple strawberry smoothie. "You won't be lost like the other Sunday, promise." I joked, taking it out.
Drake's game yesterday distracted me so much I forgot about my 'lunch'. We walked on our hands all lunch period. More so Alexander and him, I couldn't hold myself up nearly as long. I chuckled to myself remembering how funny it was seeing them fight to knock the other over.
Drake won it and in turn gave me another break.
The sliding doors far behind me opened. I turned around putting the straw in my mouth and took a sip by the counter.
It's Xander first. I lifted my hand as an acknowledgment.
I ensured the fridge door was closed and returned to my seat, but he sat in it first.
Why did I push the chair in? Why didn't I leave it open? He would have understood it was mine if I did. I sighed, going to sit in the chair across from him. I didn't like having my back to the doors, especially when Lev was working.
"What's the game today, Shrimp?" Alexander asked.
I pulled out the chair and sat down. Instead of explaining why I brought my laptop and drawing pad, I cracked a joke: "Darts again."
Alexander's head hunched forward slightly, "you're fucking kidding me." He saw the attempt I made at a serious face and sat back, crossing his arms, "I'm not helping your ass win again this time."
"Huh?" I placed my smoothie down. " What are you talking about?" my brain scrambled to remember. I won that. Hold on, no, I won because Alexander sneezed loudly and messed Lev up.
"I knew you did that on purpose!" Lev's voice came from the door when it slid open.
Alexander didn't expect him to enter and disregarded what he said, "Oh, fuck you. Like you haven't done shit to mess with me before." He unfolded his arms, "Besides, it wasn't like I forced myself to sneeze."
"No," Lev said, smirking as he approached our table. "However, you decided to make it as loud as possible next to my ear."
Alexander denied doing it next to his ear, and they started to argue about who was more right.
I looked behind me at the sliding door and wondered how Lev heard him before it opened.
I took another sip and asked, "Lev, how did you hear him from out there?" Does he have super hearing like Drake?
Lev's lips curled, and his throat hummed, coated in excessive pride, "Oh.~" He pointed to his own lips and spoke slowly. "I-can-read-lips." He waved his finger over Alexander and me. "Especially all of yours. I've seen your faces for so long—it's second nature."
Alexander's expression read disgust, "so you were being a creep and watching us talk?"
Lev's eyes flicked to Alexander, his head still facing me, "only for a moment, don't flatter yourself." He put a hand to his lips to stifle the laugh he fought to swallow. "You rarely say anything worthwhile."
"Fuck you."
Lev stood straighter, pulled out a seat, and sat between Alexander and me. He turned his body to give Alexander his undivided attention. "Like that, all your speech consists of is swearing and simplistic dialogue." Lev lifted his hand, "I bet I could guess every word that'll come out of your mouth."
He went to tap Alexander's lips with his finger, and Alexander swiped his hand up to grab it. He missed.
"Asshole." They both said in unison.
Alexander's eyebrows narrowed, and I watched Lev lower his hand and copy Alexander's raised shoulders.
"You fucker-"
Alexander abruptly shut his lips, and Lev closed his, too, smiling. They both got up simultaneously and slammed their hands on the table.
Alexander's face flushed a deep shade of red, betraying his profound embarrassment, while his nostrils flared in evident annoyance.
Lev fixed his gaze, his expression patient and attentive as he waited.
Alexander opened his mouth, closed it again, and slammed his fist down again in perfect rhythm with Lev.
"What's wrong, Wendie? Don't you want to say I'm being a fucking child and that this doesn't mean shit."
Alexander's eyes grew wide, and then a low, menacing growl escaped from deep within him. Lev's imitation growl reverberated through the air, triggering the same physical flee response in my body as Drake did when exuding his animosity.
I leaped out of my chair, my hand instinctively reaching for my weapon, which drew both of their attention.
Lev's eyes drooped as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, "Sorry, Lynette, I forgot the effect it has on weaker beings."
I eased my nerves, "Like Drake's-"
"Vampires learned it from Taulmelkin. Deep speech is how us, Drakin, communicate." He adjusted his posture, leaning in to be over me like always.
Alexander dropped back down into his chair, "Boasting about your own flaming species?"
What, that's not Lev's species, is it?
"What's wrong with Taulmelkin?" Lev craned his head back to look at Alexander.
"Nothing. You're just annoying as hell to fight."
I saw Lev's pupils widen out of the corner of his eye. "You've met one?"
"Then what's an underkin?"
His head snapped back immediately.
As his lips parted, his smile transformed, revealing sharp, prominent incisors. His golden hue glinted fiercely, reminiscent of the day I accidentally read his text out loud.
"Now, now, Lynette." He ran his hand through his dark midnight hair, "It seems you're attempting to misdirect us off the topic of today's game."
"I wasn't-"
"Then why don't you share your little secret first? Then we can continue this discussion," Lev's insistence was immovable as his intense gaze fixated on my lips, suggesting a desire to silence me.
Why does that species bother him? Are they enemies?
"You'll both see at lunch." I lowered myself back into my seat to finish my drink.
Luckily, Lev dropped it, and he continued to mock Alexander for the rest of our break. I never realized how many details Lev picked up on.
I was relieved to return to the counter and not have to work with either of them today—it kept my shift relatively peaceful.
Zilla walked behind the counter, handing off her bag to the kitchen, and unlike most of the time, she had to wait for them to finish it in the back.
She slid beside me, her lower back on the counter's edge. "You're looking confident today."
I adjusted my hat and looked out to ensure no customers were coming to the counter. I didn't see anyone coming in or anyone getting up from their seats to meet with me.
"For the most part, unless Lev has randomly played the game I chose," I replied.
She gripped the counter as she bent back. "Lev has such a strange collection of knowledge, including very unusual hobbies." She continued to lean back, her face appearing slightly disgruntled as she did. "From my understanding, he'll always adopt his latest dates."
"Adopt?" That sounds sweetly innocent.
"Heeeee-" I heard a pop noise from her, and I turned my head. She let out a satisfied exhale and rolled her shoulders. "Sorry, Lev studies every little thing he can about their favorite hobby or obsession, whether it be beetle fighting, woodworking, you name it, he'll learn as much as he can leading up to the date." Zilla rolled her shoulders, "I think it is far too much effort for a one-off date."
A one-off date? "Don't you usually date to find someone to be with?" Not that I'd know that.
"You'd think," Zilla looked back toward the open kitchen doorway. "He told me he doesn't go on dates to find someone. He enjoys twisting their perception of him at the end of them."
Now that sounds more like Lev. I couldn't quite understand why he'd do that. Why would you put in all the effort then?
"I don't see a point playing catch up with you. A year is nothing to me."
"I'll probably outlive twenty of your generations, if not more. There's no point."
I couldn't remember any other time I heard his voice drop like it did that day. It was like I was speaking to a different person.
He never spoke like that at his house, either.
"He doesn't make sense to me," I said quietly.
"Lev wants power," Zilla looked at the ceiling, and I did the same. "Control is something we all strive for, isn't it? If you could, you'd want to keep them from getting you, right?"
"Not control them..." I muttered. I'd like to comprehend them and build some kind of trust between us. I let go of that thought. It was a childish hope.
The grayish-haired Zilla grabbed at the tips of her hair, "Unfortunately, to control someone, you'd either have to keep all your secrets to yourself or have nothing you're ashamed of that someone could use against you."
She tugged them, "We play chess on the days you and Wendie aren't here, and I found he touches his hair when he's nervous, or if we salsa on a topic about himself, he'll quickly redirect it."
Why is she telling me this?
"Wondering why I mentioned it."
Am I that obvious to read? I nodded, "a little."
"It's because I'm curious," Zilla tapped her manicured nails on my head, I shooed them away. "Lev gives me the same look he does about you when I ask him about Beatrice." Zilla squatted down and puckered her lips, giving me a playful and somewhat mischievous look. "Did you confess your dying love to him too?"
"WHAT?" I made space between us, and she lifted herself back into a standing position.
"Come on, you don't like his teasing charm?"
"DO you like his 'charm'?"
Zilla put her fist near her plump red lips, "I suppose out of the options here, he's the best, and frankly, the only one I can maybe see my brother being fine with."
Zane? "He's not a fan of everyone else?" He does sing Zilla's praise a lot.
Zilla faintly smiled; it looked as fake as a painted face, "well, everyone here is okay with..." her eyes dropped, and she was quiet. I waited, looking over her as she avoided meeting my eyes.
I reached out to touch her shoulder—it felt similar to the other time she caught me tearing up while playing darts. "Zilla?"
She flinched at my touch, grabbed my hand, and removed it from her. "I was thinking of a past relationship. No big deal." She dismissed it and said, "Zane has a high and strict standard for who's good enough to date me." She snickered, flashing me a grin, "Good to know you aren't pining for the one Beatrice claimed, or she'd probably rip you in two, and then I'd lose my precious bait."
"Thanks, Zilla," I grumbled, seeing a customer walking up to the counter and Alexander coming out from the kitchen to hand her the satchel full of pizzas.
She waved me goodbye, reminding me how little I knew about her. I saw her as less of a problem than Lev or Alexander. If anything, she'd occasionally be considered a blessing when she didn't screw me over. She always worked for her own benefit. So does that mean she wanted to know what makes Lev tick, maybe from me, in hopes of abusing him with it later?
I didn't know if that was her game or the correlation between Beatrice and me. However, I suspected it had to do with whatever an Underkin was. Would that also mean Beatrice was the one texting him that day at his house?
...
Alexander
He's been such an asshole lately.
Even to Alexander, Lev's been on a war path to piss everyone off. And it's fucking working on Drake. He can only take so much shit.
"Pretending to be on your phone doesn't work when you've been staring at the door for the past five minutes, Wendie,~," Lev said without glancing up from his mobile device.
Alexander lowered his phone and faced Lev, "Don't call me that."
"You 'almost' sound threatening," The drakin teased, lifting his eyes.
Alexander's brows furrowed, "shut up."
Lev shifted his seat closer to Alexander's, "were you thinking about Lynette?~"
The name was enough to make his stomach groan. Fuck, you had to remind me of her. "No."
His yellow hue fixated on the glasses-wearing fellow like Lev was a lie detector. You're so fucking weird. He sighed, "You're so booooringly honest."
Alexander moved his seat a few inches to the left, away from Lev. "There's no point playing, "was I or was I not," game or lying." Alexander grumbled under his breath, "I'm not like you."
"You all always accuse me of being dishonest." Lev glanced toward the door, "Can you think of one lie I've ever told you?"
Alexander rolled his eyes. He thought of plenty of things Lev had told him, especially the few nights they played online fighting tournaments, but not a blatant lie.
"Whatever."
The door behind Lev opened, and he turned back in his seat to greet Lynette.
Alexander turned back to the phone, checking the last text he got from Drake. Drake's right— Either Lynette or Lev is winning the game today.
Lately, he found himself less and less motivated to play. Most of the time, Lynette or Drake would win on the weekends, and Lev would win most other days.
What's the point anymore. Alexander thought while looking at Lynette. She was walking toward the couches to grab her backpack and talking to Lev. They were exchanging some kind of banter.
I could just eat her. He told himself, but the games had become an integral part of this whole system that he couldn't stop—no matter how much his body told him he should.
How am I going to handle Zilla later? He groaned and heard his nickname come out of her mouth.
"Xander, you were looking over here. Did you want to go first?"
"Go first in..." Alexander squinted at the screen as she turned it to him. The screen had flashy anime girls and an odd tune playing from it.
"SUO, it's a rhythm game," Lynette said.
He slumped in his seat as she handed him the pen to use on her drawing pad, "oh, fuck me."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I am shit at rhythm games. Lynette put the level and difficulty to the one she planned on doing herself since Alexander declined to learn how to properly play by watching her. Z and X were the keys Lynette had him press when he made contact with the pen on the orbs that popped up to the 'beat of the song.' He almost immediately got overwhelmed.
"What kind of level is that!?" Alexander groaned sorely.
He could keep up with the presses but not the rhythm or speed the pen needed to go across the tablet.
He nearly missed all the numbered circles that popped on the screen.
"It's the level I'm currently working on," Lynette confessed. "Sorry."
"Yeah, I'm suure you are."
"Mad, you're going to be Zilla food today?" Lev sneered, "I thought you'd be used to losing by now."
"Shut up, you aren't going to win either."
Lev's attention was on the screen when Lynette started, but he still spoke to Alexander, "Will you throw a tantrum if I do?"
Fuck you. Alexander held his tongue. No, I was humiliated enough today. He'd have to deal with Zilla anyway, so he went to take a seat, and when he did, she walked in.
"Hey, Wendie." Her violet gaze swayed from him to the game, "I hear music," she looked over at the screen, heavily interested in the game. Alexander also peered over Lev's face, seeing his eyes follow the beats.
What the hell?
Lynette messed up slightly when Zilla joined the viewing party over her shoulder, yet she completed it with an A rank.
"I've never seen this game before nor expected you'd be fairly good at it," Lev said. His face lit up with an immense excitement, he was impressed by her performance.
There was no way I would have been able to do that.
Zilla chuckled, "Did you already go?"
"What do you think?" Alexander replied.
Lynette watched Lev move the pen around the tablet and get ready to start.
"Zilla, you might as well have you snack now." Lev said as he hadn't begun the game yet.
"I don't want to miss what you do," Zilla admitted.
These fuckers, always working together. And Shrimp thinks I'm the problem.
As soon as he thought that, he bit his lower lip.
"Start already," he wanted something to distract him from getting lost in his own thoughts.
The dark blue haired asshole smiled back directly at Alexander, "are you that eager to be eaten?" He put the pen by his lips, "Or are you just that pifitully eager to give up?"
The noise from the game seemed to deafen, his ears ringing slightly. His feet shifted as he heard it again, "give up." It was coming from Lev, and slowly from other voices around him. No one was really there but he didn't stop hearing it. His chest locked up, unable to breath.
I should.
He couldn't move.
I keep stupidly fighting, why?
He couldn't think of anything else.
"Lev, stop harassing people and play the game." Lynette accidently brushed into him, bringing Alexander out of thought. She didn't notice and tapped on the her laptop screen.
"Eager to lose too, huh? Funny because you have such a sickening tenacity to keep going even when you lose indefinitely." Lev said he moved the cursor to the start.
She stood behind Lev, "there's always hope."
Alexander didn't hear Lev's reply to her comment, whatever it was, it made her annoyed enough to puff up her cheeks and argue.
He ran his left hand through his hair, brushing along the new scar at the side of his head. He shook out of it and took his mind off everything by playing the cat game Drake made fun of him for on his phone. He made sure it was on silent as he played.
"H-How-you said you never played before!" Lynette looked stunned seeing his C rank, it was still below hers, meaning she won but Alexander couldn't believe it either.
"Hmm?" Lev got up, and smirked down at her, "When I say I remember everything, Lynette, I mean every—single—detail.~"
There is no way he's saying he memorized that shit.
Then again, Alexander didn't know enough to counter it.
"So you both lost?" Zilla asked and like always the two got ready to run...except Alexander for the first time since he met Lev or any of them he used his magic against them. Not in a way to break policy, but to get Lev back for the shit he said today.
You're not winning this.
Alexander had the advantage in the sprint now, as Lev's case wouldn't break. He locked Lev's human case leading him to be eaten by Zilla.
...
Lev
The moment he opened his eyes, he already focused in on the door. He swung up and before he got off the bed, he spoke to Sandra who was surprised by his sudden spring. "Are we done? I feel great."
Sandra allowed him to go and Lev, only had one thing on his mind, a promise he told Alexander before.
He stepped into the kitchen, ignoring the sound of Lynette and Zilla upfront.
Alexander, who was washing the trays watched his approach in surprise.
"Lev?"
He sauntered over, his hand slipping across the counter, stopping short of the small puddle linger around the rim of the sanitizing sink.
"I told you once before, Alexander," his vocals hopped with each tempo. "If you EVER sealed my human case," Lev stepped closer, closing the gap between them. Alexander was two inches taller so it really made no difference.
"I'd be paying you back with interest."
"Doing what? I don't fucking have a human case."
His eyes flared, the curiosity and perturb Alexander had by their close distance made him giddy. "That's for me to plan and get back with you on Thursday about.~" Lev said pulling back. He turned around and hesitated on taking that first step, he spoke, "and remember, you stayed in that poker game and lost, SO you still owe me 5 hours of a day."
He hummed hearing Alexander's further confusion, "what the hell is that supposed to mean? Why would you even walk up to me to say that." The frustration was evident. Being vague ticked Alexander off the most, which made it all the more fun for Lev to listen to the blonde's desire to chase after him and make him explain himself.
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How would Drake react in a closed space with Lynette now that their friends?
Very slight blood warning ⚠️
Sealed in a Coffin
No, no, no!
After pushing his weakened body inside, on top of her, they sealed the coffin. It wasn't built for two—together left them little space, and Drake didn't like being sandwiched between her and the lid.
He threw his back into it once. One fabric lined side came up, allowing a bit of light to peer in before they were shut again in darkness.
In order to keep it down, they put something heavy on top of it. Most likely one of themselves no longer in their human case.
"Let us out!" He growled. He shifted his vocals lower to attempt to give an order using his animosity. It failed and his sensitive ears whined at the agonizing screech of grating metal across the top.
ZLINK SCREEK ZLINK. He repeatedly flinched in rhythm with the scratching.
He hunched in, squeezed out a hiss between his clenched teeth, and clutched her tighter.
"Drake, I'm not a pin cushion." The barely conscious Lynette whimpered.
He eased his clawed tips from her upper arms.
"Sorry," he uttered, still curling from the acrid sounds. For this reason, to minimize the noise, he'd usually wear encrypted hats and hoodies. And they took his work hat when they shoved him in with her to ship.
The chains going around it stopped, but just when Drake thought he was fine—her heartbeat filled the gap. It pumped fast and loud, so much so that he felt it's vibration against his chest through hers.
"Fuck," he cussed quietly, and proceeded to bang his back into the cushioned fiber glass lid.
Despite his best efforts, he couldn't get the momentum to do anything. Damn this stupid coffin and damn...
He moved his head so they weren't awkwardly in each others faces. "I know it's hard given the circumstances but can you please, try to calm your heart down."
Her muscles tensed when he asked, which made his fangs protrude further in anticipation.
"I-I'll try."
He mimicked her rigid breaths. Though, unlike hers, his were bad because of the what currents swirled in his mind.
She's stuck with me in here.
"Take big, deep breathes..." He said it aloud mostly for himself.
Drake wrestled to gag his intrusive thoughts. In constant interruptions, they made him think of tearing into her, and devouring her piece by piece. It reminded him how much he craved human blood. I'm sick.
Her heart thumped harder. "Lynette."
She huffed, shifting underneath him slightly, "you're getting closer, you weren't responding, and your eyes are glowing." She said apologetically. "It's hard to stay calm."
He didn't notice any of what she said. In the dark, his eyes gave off a hungry red glow, revealing his intentions like his curtain of bangs were nonexistent.
"I won't do anything," he lied.
He shouldn't have. These were the perfect conditions for him to do what he wanted and bite her.
"They chained it all didn't they? Can you not use your magic or your other form?"
He remained silent, and his mind was hazed.
To him, her aroma demanded his fangs sink into her flesh.
I can barely move, and if I push too hard I might crush you. His eyelids slacked in that thought. A lot of the lining would soak that up, so I'd get less.
He shook his head. Cut that out.
The more he denied the urge, the more perturbed his inner thoughts became. But, as always, he'd keep them only in his head.
"Not like this. I can't use my vampire beast form without crushing you and they sealed my magic." He admitted taking a shot to his pride.
He grip retightened when she flinched. "Don't jump like that."
"You're breathing on my neck. It tickles."
Neck? He was close enough to taste it. For the heavens sake. His stressed body told him to offer her a solution, and he shamefully took it with little resistance.
He whispered, "I'll take a bit of blood to ease my nerves, okay?"
He was too parched otherwise.
"I don't think that's a good-" She cut off as he ran his tongue up her neck. His secondary saliva slowly numbed the area.
His body shuttered. Skin rarely tasted good to him without blood, yet hers was different. Not that he didn't know that already.
He lacked hesitation and bit into her. Her Ichor flooded his mouth in an instant. His body buzzed with a euphoric high of energy, and his grip twisted at her shoulders like she could get away from him.
Her blood's so potent. It didn't keep him from taking another swallow.
He then heaved and released his mouth. The back of his head knocked against the coffin lid, unharmed.
He cleaned what he could from his teeth with his tongue and watched her wound close.
It had been a while since he had the pleasure of drinking from her. Not that he was ever desperate enough to ask.
She weakly muttered, barely able to speak because of the paralysis his venom caused. "B-better?"
All the responses that came to his head either had him lie or tell her something he wouldn't say to a friend.
He pushed his honesty to leave his lips in a single word. "Worse."
I should have listened.
He usually indulged as much as he wanted from prey, thus his body told him to do the same here too. She's so helpless. She doesn't have any weapons, so she can't fight me.
She tried to speak, and because the paralysis was in full effect it was in vain.
What's the plan here? I'm blood crazy, she's defenseless, and... A sudden epiphany interrupted him. We're both breathing so heavily and this case is sealed tight.
Drake moved to her ear. "I don't know how much oxygen we have left. If I knock you out, we'll both rest easy and breathe slower."
He said it like it was a suggestion when he planned on doing it either way, for her own good and his benefit.
She still couldn't respond. He sighed and dipped to her once more.
He brushed back what little orange curls got in the way, and ran his tongue over another perfect spot near her throat.
He securely pressed against her in a protective and possessive manner, savoring the moment with a breath before he indulged.
It never took much of her blood to refill his energy, while also casting his mind in lightheadedness.
That's enough, he told himself.
He didn't let go. The weight of her blood brought his senses too much complacency.
He flexed his abdomen muscles to release her, it did nothing as a part of him wanted to claim all he could. This might be the last I have of it.
Drake refused to acknowledge that idea.
She's a friend, not prey!
His need to have some semblance of control won.
He removed his lips and collapsed on her, gasping for air.
His stomach was overly full, and if he had drunk anymore, he would have thrown up.
His eyebrows pressed together briefly. They didn't stay, he was too overwhelmed to keep his embarrassing frustration.
I can't be as bad as Alexander with this, damnit. This is the only thing I had over him. His humor did little to help his pride especially at her expense whether she was awake or not.
His arms struggled to lift himself up and he didn't know whether the coffin was rocking and finally being moved, or his mind spun with his blood drunk greed.
I'll move my head at least.
He didn't want to keep huffing at the side of her face.
Thus, in a poorly judged swift jerk, his head went up, and his eyes rolled back.
It instantly fell back down, face first into her honey scented hair and the coffin bedding.
Drake had passed out.
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I hope this answered you question!
Also, I haven't really had a chance to explain this in the story. So here's an extra tidbits. xD
Blood 'Drunk' (In my world)
What blood vampires 'prefer', (other blood of sentient beings taste gross besides their 'preferred'), to drink is reliant on the blood they partake during their first officially 'frenzy' period. Usually between their mental and physical age of 18-20. The first blood they have at that point is what they will crave for the rest of their lives.
Vampires being a mix between a ghoul (nearly undead in my world) that crave living flesh and blood, and a magus, where vampires get their more human appearance, as well as taking energy by "touch". Though vampires have adapted to taking energy via blood drinking, to satisfy both cravings as it's seen as more humane and has become a norm amongst them.
In the story, Drake has been seen as getting 'drunk' off Lynette's blood. It isn't something that happens to most vampires outside of the beginning of their frenzy period. It's a warning sign, similar to what Magus's have when they get full known as being Overcharged. To cause that effect they have to drink from someone with a higher potency (energy) than they're used to and or "drink" too much energy.
For example, most humans energy levels are low so it'd be the equivalent of a beer with low alcohol content per 'gulp'. While Lynette given her energy, is considered a shot or two of whiskey. So Drake has to drink less or slower from her to avoid the 'drunk' effect.
(Drake's used to drinking from humans and in theory can get used to Lynette if he drinks from her consistently but that's another can of worms).
HAVE A GOUDA DAY! (NONNEGOTIABLE) AND THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ASK!!
Awesome writing as always but i feel bad for both of them. I can't blame him that like being up next to your fav ice cream and not wanting eat it (sorry Lynette I'm using food rer) but it ture
I AM SORRY FOR THESE DUMB THINGS. I wanted to do something cute to demonstrate these goobers current relationships in Widfali. xD AND this shows Alexander's hair after what happened during Drake's arc.
