An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: E
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Past and Canonical Child Abuse, Blood & Torture.
Vegas walks up to the silver bars separating them. Pete studies him, hands still in his lap, palms up as the last red cuts close and disappear. There's no fear in his eyes, just a cold careful focus, and it almost makes Vegas laugh – this stupid creature at his mercy, weak and hungry, still searching for a way to cross that barrier and get to his neck. Not to bite, never to bite – his blood is rotten, it would make him sick – but to slash and tear and watch as life spills out of him. Yeah, it'd make Vegas laugh if it wasn't so thrilling.
He slips the blood bag between the bars. “Be a good dog and come get your food. You don't want it to spoil”.
“Get in and make me”.
Canon rewrite, but Pete is a vampire.
Vegas envies him.
