Ahahaha I'm back again but this time with a one shot! I thought of this one day laying in bed. It's a vampire AU again but this time with Sylus and I think this ones alot better!
Vampire!SylusMC MC is you!
TW: blood and some gore
Left at your own new devices you’ve found yourself in an abandoned cathedral in the N109 zone, an area which your partner Sylus had complete control over. While he wasn’t the mayor or anyone of political power his sheer strength and business dealings heralded him as someone nobody dared to mess with unless they were attempting to take the mantle, however nobody has been able to since he stepped foot in this area some years back. That’s all you knew about him for the longest time until you got closer to him then it became so much more.
You felt a dryness in your throat, and a hunger that you’d never experienced before. You damned him for doing this to you, how could he do this and then leave? Did he have some kind of belief in you or was your timely awakening something he didn’t plan for? Either way you were frustrated with him in ways you couldn’t describe and your hunger was only making it worse.
Upon getting involved with Sylus you had learned he was harboring a dark secret within the dark walls of his organization; Onychinus. There had been loads of rumors and hearsay about him and the people of the N109 zone had believed that he was unaging and fed on the blood of people to survive. While nobody ever got close enough to tell the tale they never realized the rumors were true, Sylus was a vampire and a very old one at that. While physically he held the appearance of a twenty eight year old he was actually centuries old. Here was the kicker though, once he had gotten closer to you he had told you he knew you already. You were his beloved centuries ago, back when he was cursed to become the monster he was, he had lost you as you were deemed a heretic or a witch for being with him. Your punishment was death and his was something far worse…eternal damnation. Here you were again in this life and he had swore to not let you go this time, this time he would not give them the chance to separate you two. He acknowledged this was a selfish wish but he knew the only way to keep you here in this life was to turn you into the same thing he was.
That was all that has happened up to this point, you remembered how eager you were to give him his way. You fell in love with him and wanted to be by his side for eternities to come. You envisioned those ruby looking eyes leering over you as he assured you everything would be fine and that he would be right here when you woke up again, Ha! If only that were what happened. You tried to cope with the thought that maybe something had happened to him or perhaps you woke up too quickly and was expecting to be right at your side. No! You weren't going to give him the benefit of the doubt he was going to get an earful when he got back.
Your stomach panged again making you hunch over, you knew what you needed but it was so late. You move to the center of the old cathedral and slouch over the steps of a small stage in the middle. You groan and cut your losses, maybe if you were lucky your sire would come so you could punish him for being late.
“Help! Someone please!” Your voice is raspy and weak, the perfect damsel in distress. You were a small dainty flower but also the poisonous snake beneath it.
That’s when you hear it, a heartbeat. Some living thing nearby.
“Hello? Where are you?” a man's voice echoed into the cathedral.
You almost wanted to snicker at how stupidly convenient this all was, you felt an excitement in reeling in this human your prey right into your trap.
“I’m over here!” You try to act frail and helpless.
The man walks over, he doesn’t look very old but also not very young. You remember where you are, and that everything comes with a price here. This man could genuinely help you but he could also make an attempt to mug you. You hoped for the later, as it would soften the blow on your conscience.
“Now what’s a girl like you doing out so late?” He tilts his head and offers his hand. Your heart flutters and it’s almost as if you’re human again but the thoughts you’re thinking are quite the opposite.
“I’m a bit of an urban explorer” You lied, “I tripped over some broken concrete and messed up my ankle”
“A pity” the man says as he pulls you up, as you reach your feet the man attempts to shift you unawares and tries to point you back into the concrete.
“Idiot” you hiss and counter his attempt. You throw him on the broken pundit that’s laying across the stage.
“What the hell?” The man pants, terrified as if he’s seen a monster.
“Trying to mug a woman while she’s down, that’s low” gritting your teeth, your gums are throbbing. You’re so hungry and livid, “Not that I’m surprised though”
“What, what are you?” He begs.
“Karma perhaps? Or maybe a just a nightmare” You lurch closer to him, "Unfortunately for you I’m very hungry”
You pin him to the pundit, you can hear his heart racing. For you, this is your first time feeding yet you feel like it’s been natural to you forever. You feel needles forcing themselves through the gums above your canines. You drive those ‘needles’ your fangs into the man's throat, he lets out a loud curdling scream. You place one hand on his left shoulder to stabilize yourself and the other hand covers his mouth to muffle his screams. You moan in satisfaction, his blood rushes from his throat and down yours. You feel a cooling sensation in your throat. That irritating and dry feeling is now completely gone. You clench down harder, a faint growl escaping you. The man's screams cease and he doesn’t have any more strength to fight you. You press him farther onto the pundit, the position change causes some of his blood to escape from himself and your mouth. It begins making a mess but at this point you don’t care, you couldn’t care less. Your thoughts only consisted of completely draining him until there is nothing left. You feel euphoric, you feel full and you don’t care about what you had to do to achieve it. You would do it again and again, to anything and to anyone. Everything was a dark and red blur, a violent and numb abyss. Until a voice pulled you right out of your trip.
“Now this isn’t you at all sweetie” A deep voice rattled into your ears more clearer and crisp than ever, so powerful it immediately sobered you up.
You unclench your jaw from the man's throat and turn around slowly, that ecstatic feeling replaced with anger for the owner of that voice. You stagger backward and slouch to the side.
“Oh look who finally decided to show up” you hiss.
Sylus stands about 10 feet away from you yet you can see him crystal clear. He looks nonchalant as if nothing is wrong. You walk slowly down the staircase like a prowling cat.
“I know kitten, I fucked up” He meets you in the middle and grasps the bottom of your chin. He turns your face and admires you like he sculpted you himself.
You pull his arm down, “What are you looking at? Idiot” You snarl.
He merely giggles at your remark, he quite enjoys it when you insult him. He can’t be mad, you have every right to be angry with him.
“Where have you been?” You encroach towards him, your emotions are tied between being furious at him but also wanting to rush into his arms and embrace him.
“I apologize, I know that means nothing at this point. I can assure you it was a matter I wish I could have ignored but I couldn’t. I figured I could just slip away and be back by the time you woke up but your body responded to the change very quickly” He rubs his pointer finger and thumb together like he’s putting out a miniscule fire.
“I needed you, and you weren’t there. How did you even find me?” Avoiding making eye contact, you look around bashfully.
“I followed the agonizing scream of course, and the smell of spilt blood” He smiles, “I figured, it might prove fruitful”
“So tell me, how did you even get here?” He surveys our environment.
How did you get here you thought, after feeding it was haze what even came before, you reach into your mind and pull out your story.
“Well as you know, you put Luke and Kieran on watch, when I woke up I was really hungry. I couldn’t bear to hurt them so I bolted out the window. Then I just ended up here” you gesture around you.
“And your prey?” He leans to the side to look at the man's body you drained like a juice pouch.
Shyly you add, “I pretended to be hurt and he showed up. He was going to take advantage of me anyways. I couldn’t resist anymore I had to-”
“Yes, I’m impressed. What a very vampire thing to do. You do what you need to do” He pets the top of your head. He stops and returns his hand to his side. You freeze and pick up on the sound of too fast heartbeats.
Sylus sighs and grabs the bridge of his nose, “Luke, Kieran, you can come out, it practically sounds like your hearts are going to beat out of your ribcages”
“We're sorry Boss! We tried not to lose her, it won’t happen again!’ The two plead in unison.
“You’re right it won’t, because you won’t have to watch her again” He reassures them, “To make it up to me I need you to dispose of that body”
“Yes sir!” The twins rush over to grab the hands and feet of the man, the two are wearing masks but you can tell the two are looking at the gash you left in the man's neck. They don’t dwell on it for too long but you still feel some sort of embarrassment. Hoisting the man up they disappear into the corridor. Leaving the two of you alone again.
“Now let’s go home” He moves to put an arm around you, but you have other plans.
“Oh you’re not out of the woods yet! I’m still mad at you!” You moved out of his arms, folding your hands and turning your head away.
“I know you’re a fledgling but now you’re going to throw a fit like a child kitten?” He scoffs, “Do I need to throw you over my shoulder like one?”
“You can start by telling me what was so dire you had to leave my side” You pout.
“I will” he scoops you up from behind and cradles you with one hand, “I will tell you all about it while I clean you up”
You rest your left arm around his neck and your other arm against his broad chest. His scent feels like home, you’re not sure if it’s some sire placebo but you feel your anger towards him fade away.
“I also can assure you that will be the last time we are ever that far apart”
“Please don’t make me do this, please don’t do this to me” Zayne panted as his dull hazel eyes looked at your cut open wrist painfully.
“But if you don’t you’ll die” You pleaded with him, “Please you’ve taken care of me for so long let me take care of you!”
Zayne inhales sharply and exhales with a hiss. No matter how he tried to deny it he would die here without some human blood in his system. He was a dhampir, in between life and death; humanity and being a monster. He’d managed to keep himself maintained albeit until now, but the cravings and vampirism symptoms kept creeping into his mind and it was affecting his relationships with colleagues and most importantly with you.
“You know what happens, if I feed off of you?” Zayne nods, insisting nothing good will come from this decision you’re making.
“Yes…I mean, I think I do…but it doesn’t matter, we'll figure it out. Please Zayne, I don't want you to die!” you raise your bleeding wrist toward him.
He shifts himself closer to you but he averts eye contact, he lifts his head and closes his eyes. He inhales and furrows his brows as if he’d breathed in some rancid smell but it was the exact opposite. Your blood was the most delectable thing he’s ever smelled, so sweet and so warm. He slowly grabs your wrist and ponders for a moment as if entirely disgusted with himself. He gulps, and brings it to his mouth. He clamps his lips around the wound and his pained expression fades to utter bliss. You feel no pain other than the feeling of your blood being pulled out of your body by a tiny incision. You can feel a slight heaviness come over you yet you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. The man before you looked so alive compared to before. He had no bags under his eyes and his paler complexion was blushed.
Zayne releases your hand and drops it down, you let it thud onto the ground. Speechless you watch him breathe deeply. He raises his head slightly, your blood trails down his bottom lip and you feel a chill run down your spine. You try to drag yourself back but only manage a few inches. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stares at you with glowing hazel eyes.
“Zayne…do you feel…better?” You ask weakly.
“I will be…” He growls and lunges toward you.
He moves in a blur and your body fails to make any movement away from him. Before you can even register it you’re laid onto the cold floor with his hand cradling the back of your head to not slam it into the floor. His figure towered over you, eyes wild with hunger. His head drops down and he groans as if something is happening to him. You can hear the slight pop and cracking noise coming from his mouth. He raises his head and puts his palm over his mouth.
You attempt to slip out from under him but before you can get to your feet his hand drops from his mouth and he drags you back under him. From his lips you swear you can see a sharp canine glint in the dim light.
“Zayne, Zayne wait!” You shriek as you struggle underneath him. Surely if you can fight for long enough he’ll come to his senses…he has to right? You’re getting tired, your resistance slowly fades until he presses you into the floor. His breaths are heavy and feral but you feel a wine in his voice like he himself doesn’t want to harm you anymore but he has no control of whatever beast your blood awakens in him.
With a hiss he plunges into your neck, you scream at the top of your lungs in pain. The sharp stings pulse through your body, you cannot speak, all you can do is scream.
The room around you blurs and the stinging blurs into a numbing vibration.
“Zay..ne…please” You muster before everything goes black.
In a cold dark place in your mind
You think to yourself if this is where you die
Him being your end may not be so bad
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