CW: Vampires being vampires, human slavery, toxic family dynamics,
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Roy straightened his tie. Tonight had to be perfect. He knew all it would take was one slight imperfection for his aunts and uncles to be on him about his poor life choices. Somehow they always found a way to blame all his and his family’s problems on him moving out into the human city.
Mike would be at the party though, even though he had messaged he's be late, and that was nice. Roy needed someone from outside the family tonight, and it's not like his human friends could come. Even if they somehow found out he was a vampire and didn't totally freak out, they’d probably get served up on the menu.
The very thought sent a shiver down his spine. He had never been a huge fan of seeing the person he’s feeding from, even the Living Meals his moms had. At least those poor things had decent owners. He’ll take animal blood and the occasional pre-packaged blood bags any day, please and thank you.
Good thing Mike had gotten those blood bags, too. Maybe something fancy-looking would show his extended family that he could still be living a good life without drinking straight from the source.
“Aww, look at our boy, so grown up!” His mā cooed as soon as Roy left the dressing room.
“William! You look so handsome. Is Mike still coming?” His mother asked.
“I told you, I'm going by Roy. And yeah, he is but he’ll be late. Something came up with my present.”
“Sorry, Roy, dear, I’m just old. But that’s nice, you’ll have a friend to play with now at the party.”
“Mother, I am not a child. We won’t be ‘playing’ together.”
His moms had only the best intentions, of course they did. But they were pretty set in their ways about how he’ll always be their “little boy", and it didn’t seem that they would be changing their attitude any time soon.
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Everyone had already eaten and it was almost time for gifts, and yet still no Mike. Roy was starting to worry when he finally got a call.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, man, one of the Blood Bags turned out to be trouble. Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of now, and you’ll have the perfect things to feed off of, no more little issues.”
“Oh, sounds good. What kind of trouble was it? Was it, like, bad blood or something?"
“Haha, that’s a good one. I should write that down. Bad blood, heh.”
Roy didn’t get what was so funny, but he was just anxious for Mike to get here already.
His friend told him that he should be there in ten or so minutes and Roy passed on the message.
“I hope you don’t start taking after your friend. It’s so rude and unprofessional to arrive late to parties,” started one of his aunts.
Roy had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at her. He wasn’t in the mood to be lectured on his birthday or treated like a teenager.
Luckily, his savior came soon enough
“I’m here!" Mike called, jumping out of his truck. "Traffic cleared right up after I hung up.”
Roy cheered for that and hugged the man.
"Where’s my present?” Roy had expected Mike to be carrying a box or something, but he had nothing. “You didn’t forget it, did you?”
“Haha, do you really have that little faith in me? They’re in the truck, I’ll show you them right now. Also they’re not really an it, you know? They’re more than that.”
“Uh, aren’t they just fancy bags of blood?”
“Man, that’s harsh. But to each their own I guess. Just try and be gentle with these little guys.”
Be gentle? Roy supposed that made sense, these were supposed to be very nice and probably expensive bags. But something about Mike’s tone seemed odd.
“Okay, come over here and see your gift. I got you some really pretty ones too.”
Roy started walking over to where his friend and some family had already gathered, all peering into the truck bed and whispering. Roy tried to crane his neck to see the bags, but two people were sitting in front of them.
As he walked over to see what everyone else was talking about, his mind started to wander. Why was Mike acting so weird? Why was his family mumbling and smirking like that when they usually hated even the idea of drinking out of bags? And most importantly, who were these two people and why were their eyes boring into him like he was a threat-?
Wait a minute. The small round scars sprinkled across the neck and wrists. The heavy make up, especially blushed cheeks to make them appear more full of life (of blood). The scared eyes watching everyone’s mouths and flinching when they opened. That could only mean that these were Living Meals.
Oh. Ohhhhh. It all made sense now. When Mike said blood bags, he… he had meant...
Roy stood there for a moment, letting the horrifying pieces click into place. Mike had never meant the actual bags, did he?
Oh, this wasn’t good. This wasn't good at all. The papers were probably already signed. He was now the official owner of these poor human slaves.
That’s what they were, really. Call them what you will, Living Meals, pets, companions, but at the end of the day they were slaves raised to serve vampires obediently and without question until their own loyalty killed them.
Even though it sickened him, Roy had to admit they were pretty. Little yellow bows had been tied over their collars and they both had clean clothes on. And how he could forget that stupid make up that made them look youthful and healthy. The two resembled perfect dolls as dressed up.
No doubt they looked more dead and desolate than lively, underneath all these nice things.
“So, do you like them?”
“I… don’t know what to say.” And he truly didn’t.
He wanted to scream and shout and punch something, but he knew he couldn’t. For one thing, his family would be on him like a pack of wolves for the improperness of it. And much more importantly, he knew what happened to blood slaves who weren’t wanted.
“W- Roy, sweetie, you look upset. Don’t you love your gift that Micheal spent so much time and money to get you?” His mā asked.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, of course. I’m sorry everyone, I’m not upset at all, just tired from all the, uh, partying. I’m still excited and grateful for the other gifts too. Just a little… a little tired, I suppose.”
“I bet you wouldn’t be so tired if you drank real blood more often. These things will be good for you. You might finally start acting like a proper vampire and not a child.” Some uncle commented. Roy didn’t even care enough to see which one it was.
“Well, uh…” Mike began but then stopped, looking around awkwardly.
“Thank you for the gift, Mike, really. I can tell you put a lot of thought and care into choosing some good ones, and I really appreciate that. I’m going to bring them inside and then we can continue with the party. Sounds good, everyone?”
Half hearted cheers and agreements were heard all around. They were expecting him to feed then and there. As if he would ever allow that to happen.
His extended family would probably bring it up later.
The next month or so would be one of constant stress and increasingly bothersome lies. How delightful.
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Woohoo double update! Don’t get used to it tho lol sorry
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CW: vampire caretaker, multiple whumpees, institutionalized slavery, caretaker new master, selective mutism, fear of punishment, panic attack, Roy being big of heart but dumb of ass,
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The ride back was unsettling, but at least Master allowed them to sit in the seats. It was senseless kindness, one that they will have to repay, but at least it was comfortable. Dew hated punishment, but at least she could curl up on a cushy seat in a beautiful car beforehand.
The first thing Dew noticed when they arrived was that Master’s house was tiny for a vampire. She originally was astonished that he had such a huge building all to himself until he mentioned a landlady. Drop elbowed her in the ribs, wanting to ask a question. She tried to subtly shake her head “no” but he just. Would not listen. Typical.
“So, master, you have a landlady? What is that?”
“Oh! Yeah, you’ve probably only ever lived in mansions. Well, my place might be a little bit of a downgrade, but it’s still pretty big. It’s the penthouse suite and the biggest space of this entire apartment complex. It takes up most of the top floor.”
Master showed them around, but Dew started to worry. It didn’t even take up the last floor completely. Master would be able to hear them constantly and know what they messed and or spoke out of turn. They were totally exposed.
A quick glance at Drop told her that he knew it too. This house was much smaller than any other vampire, but perhaps Master knew that. He realized that his super hearing had limits and chose a house according. So sneaky. So cruel. Dew’s breathing began to pick up again, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn’t start freaking out, not right now! Not with so much at stake.
“So this is the kitchen, but it’s hardly been used. Oh, um, can you guys make food for yourselves?”
Dew nodded, and he moved on.
“Here’s your room. I hope only one bed is alright. Your bathroom is just down the hall. Any questions?”
“Yes Master. Firstly, may we enter the library? Also, where would you like to be fed? I noticed there is no dining room.”
“You can go pretty much anywhere in here. I’m not too big on rules. The only place that’s restricted is my room, I guess. And there was a dining room. It is what is now my library that I showed you. Heh, um, yeah.” Master seemed agitated. Plus, he had dodged her second question. Dew shuffled her feet nervously.
“I don’t know how to tell you, but I’m not hungry right now. Really, I’m not! There was a lot of, uh, stuff at the party. So you can just, like, chill I guess. Hang out. I’m going to be in my room. Call me if you need me.”
And then he was gone, briskly walking away. Just like that. Like he hadn’t left to terrified blood bags in his wake.
Dew took a deep breath, keeping the constant fear away, and lead Drop to the library. She had seen lose paper and pens in there.
They sat on the plush carpet. Drop looked around, but Dew was focused on writing down a note. She’d been caught with a note only once before, but vampires often underestimated how quickly a human could chew and swallow something. They’d be safe to communicate like this.
She handed Drop the note and he read,
This house is small, so he’ll hear us talking. You already know that though. If he comes to check what we’re writing, I’ll eat the paper. Nod to show you read it.
He nodded and she wrote on the back.
We present ourselves first thing tomorrow morning. Be sweet looking. Don’t grimace or snarl. Don’t go into any room other than ours, the bathroom, and the library but only when I tell you.
Drop rolled his eyes and did an eating motion.
We don’t know if we can go in the kitchen.
Drop glared at her. She glared right back. They had known each other long enough, it felt like an entire conversation was going on through their angry looks.
Drop: how are we supposed to eat, then?
Dew: how should I know? Just don’t go there until we’re sure.
Drop: why show us a kitchen if we can’t use it!
Dew: shut up!
Drop: you shut up!
Dew: fine.
Drop: fine.
Dew huffed and started to stand. Drop swatted at her legs playfully and she returned it by hitting his leg with her shoe. They couldn’t be mad at each other for long and both humans started to giggle.
*Creak*
They whipped around. Master had left his room and was coming there way. Dew ate the paper so fast that she honestly surprised herself.
“Hey, sorry, but I just remembered a few things. Sorry to interrupt.”
They almost forgot to bow when he came in. Dew felt the constant terror clawing at her throat, threatening to make her sob.
“You did not interrupt. We are yours, we are here to serve. It is our fault for being distracted. Punish us as you see fit.”
Again, Master seemed tense one moment and fine the next. Dew’s metaphorically knuckles were white with how desperately and tightly she held to her calm exterior, which threatened to slip right out of her grasp.
“It’s really alright. I don’t- you aren’t getting punished. I just wanted to clarify a few things.”
There was a pause, and Dew hesitantly nodded, not knowing what else to do.
“Um, can he talk?” Master asked, gesturing to Drop. “Like, physically talk.”
And just like that, everything came crashing down, including her knees as she fell into a mix of a bow and the fetal position.
“Please, d-don’t punish him! Don’t! He’s done- done nothing wrong. H-he’s good. He d-doesn’t, um, doesn’t talk. H-he could, but please don’t- don’t make him! He’ll be good! We’ll be good. L-let me me t-t-talk f-for him…” She tired to continue, but her sobs got in the way. Instead, she focused on catching her breath and not flinging herself over Drop to shield him.
Even though she couldn’t see him from her curled up position, she heard Drop holding back tears, dry sobs escaping every now and then. She looked up at her owner, the cruel man who may have purposefully owned a small house to keep slaves constantly feeling scared. She expected more of his signature, creative evilness and cunning. She expected hate and anger.
But instead, his eyes shone with tears, like a triplet to their twin despair. A thick strand of purple hair had fallen in Master’s face and he didn’t bother to push it away. He was uncomfortable and tense, just like she had thought she’d seen before. He looked about half as utterly miserable as Dew felt.
“Hey, i-it’s alright. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe. No one is in trouble.” He gave her a moment to collect herself and wipe her tears before crouching down to their level while maintaining a fair distance between them.
“No one is going to be hurt or punished. Neither of you, I swear. I just was wondering if there was an injury that I should know about. But it’s okay if he can’t or won’t talk, even if he could physically. I don’t mind. I swear. You’re good.” And then Master turned to Drop and slowly reached out a hand. The latter flinched away, but Master rested his palm gently on his slave’s knee.
“And you’re okay, Drop. If you ever want to talk again, that’s fine. I don’t mind either way. If you never talk, it’s all good. I swear. You are both good.”
And he stood, took a deep breath, and left. It was always the same. As Dew helped her friend up and they scurried away, she mulled this over. Perhaps their master enjoyed causing panic and confusion and then leaving. It was strange how completely upset he looked, but maybe it was an act. That’d be okay. They had dealt with worse in and outside of the farm. If this Master enjoyed playing with his food, that was fine. At least they had each other.
Drop hopped into bed and held his arms open. It wasn’t every day that they slept cuddled up and consoling each other all night long. But if they ever needed comfort, it was on the first day of a new, strange master. As Dew curled up in Drop’s arms, she thought about everything. They could face this new Master and any other. As long as they had each other, they would be okay in the end.
Okay, this was originally one chapter but it got long so I’m going to spilt it up. Enjoy the double update
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CW: vampire caretaker, multiple whumpees, institutionalized slavery (kinda), caretaker new master, referenced conditioning, swearing, mini panic attack
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After the party died to down, Roy started dreading the trip upstairs to fetch Mike’s “gifts.” Finally, the last person left and his moms began to hunt in a less than subtle way that he should leave. Collecting all of his courage and pushing down his revulsion for living blood bags, he made his way up.
He knocked, because it felt right, although it was weird to announce his presence for his childhood bedroom.
Upon entrance, everything was exactly how he left it. His embroidered curtains which he insisted on being custom made and costed far too much still covered the fake windows. On top of his dresser was the miniature bleeding heart sculpture he got from a hippie in the late 70s. His band posters, which ranged from Leonard Bernstein to very early Panic! At the Disco, still hung over his bed.
“Master, we are here to serve you.”
Roy looked regretfully to the corner where the two slaves were kneeling. They were the only part of his room that was different. It was the girl who spoke. He put them there because the party was still going on at the time, but now that it was over, he needed to get them to his house.
“Mmhm, I know, hon. Come here you two, it’s nearly time to leave. But first, I want to see you better.”
The two almost crawled over, crawled, it was still so unnerving to him. Yeah, they were humans, and historically humans have been beneath vampires and served them. But it’s the modern era! This shouldn’t still be going on. Vampires could do better than this, they knew better now. But, alas, one thing at a time. The two humans did remember that he wanted them to walk and so they did, but the fact that they almost crawled on instinct and conditioning really bothered him. Once they were near, they kneeled once more in front of him. He really tried to contain his disgust, but it wasn’t working if the fear on their faces was anything to go off of.
“Master, where do you want to drink from? We’ll give it all freely.”
He really had to get them to stop calling him Master, but that would require facing the fact that he owned them aloud. No fucking thank you.
“I don’t want a drink right now. I just haven’t gotten a good look at you yet. Do you have names?”
“Yes, Master. We are named Dew and Drop, if it pleases you sir.”
“Dew and Drop? Like a dew drop? That’s kind of… cute, all things considered. Do you like those names or would you prefer something else?”
Drop looked neutral but Dew seemed to panic and sputtered, “I- we l-like whatever you like, Master. We don’t have opinions, really, I promise we don’t.” Her breathing was quickly getting out of control.
Roy was expecting that she would insist that they couldn’t have likes or something, but he hadn’t anticipated such a strong reaction. Without thinking, he put his hand on her shoulder to try and anchor her from her fright. But, to no one’s surprise, the sudden touch of a predator only caused her to sink further into her terror.
Drop started to reach out for his friend but then stopped and looked at Roy, very unsure. Roy nodded at him and Drop held Dew gently, patting her hair and calming her a bit.
Owning humans might be harder than Roy thought, and he was already expecting the worse.
Hi again everyone. Um, I don’t have a ton to say except this is your first official look into Dew’s mind and next up will be Drop. Also this comes before the second chapter, but I wrote it third, and I’m very sleepy. So how should I number thsi? I’m confused. I think I should probably say 1.5 or something like that but not sure. But anyway, without further ado, let’s get on with the story.
CW: slavery, lady whumpee, being sold, anxiety attack, forgetting to breath, selective mutism, brief fear of death, vampires
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Dew had woken up early today.
She and Drop were being sold again today and they had to look good. The farm hands had done the job of making sure they were pretty enough to be bought, now they had to make sure they were pretty enough to stay.
As she styled her hair, Dew looked over at the still sleeping figure of her Drop. He had become more and more lax with his appearance and attitude lately. She had thought that it was just because he was very comfortable around their last Mistress, but he was still acting this way. She hoped that he’d at least stop once they were at their new owner’s house.
Speaking of, Dew really tried tried not to worry so much, but she couldn’t help wondering what this new vampire would be like and how lenient he’d be. All she knew was that he was a he and that he didn’t live among other vampires but rather in his own apartment. Of course she didn’t know much about the world, but that didn’t sit well with her. What was he hiding?
What would he do to them when no one else was around to stop him?
Before she realized it she could barely breathe and Drop was at her side rubbing her sides, trying to ground her. She shot him a smile as she recovered from her panic. He returned it. She did a quick look around to make sure no one was near enough to hear them.
“When did you wake up?”
“…heard you. Breathing.”
Dew nodded. Drop hadn’t spoken much since that master. And then Mistress didn’t like noise and Drop would do anything for her. And thus, even though it wasn’t an official order, they were still scared to break it and the silence had continued. Dew hoped this new master would allow them both to speak freely. She knew Drop still wouldn’t, at the very least not at first, but having the ability to gave them both comfort. Distracted from the fact their owner could kill them at any time and they were powerless to stop it.
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“Okay, you’re all set then, sir. They’re ready for you in the back. I’ll call them in.”
Drop could hear the farm worker talking to the man who bought them. He seemed like a good person. Gentle too. If only they were his and not his friend’s.
Drop nudged her and she was pulled from her thoughts. The attendant was already standing in front of them and gave a warm smile.
“You ready to go to your new home, girl?”
Dew nodded and the employee clipped a leash to her and Drop’s collar and lead them to the front. Just before handing the leashes off to the other vampire, the farm hand leaned down to whisper in their ears.
“This is your fourth home in six years. Try to make sure I don’t see you again, mkay? I don’t know who else we’ll be able to convince to buy you.”
And with that, they were off. Off to their new home, for better or quite possibly for worse.
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Okay here are the picrews I’ve made so far of the new characters. Also I already have one chapter done but it’s kinda short and doesn’t have much story, worldbuilding and introducing the caretaker. But fear not, I’m partially done with the second chapter. Uh anyway I got off track, sorry, but here are the picrews.
This is William Eric Roy Li Wu, but you can just call him Roy, he doesn’t really care for that long fancy name. He’s a vampire in a human world, his 80th birthday is coming up soon, and he still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life despite everyone constantly telling him why they think is best. How could things get any more stressful? And the responsibility for two very traumatized people gets thrusted on him. Just fantastic.
And then we have Drop and Dew respectively. They have both been raised on an illegal farm to be vampire blood bags and have been a pair since they were 7. They’ve already had three masters, not including the farmhands, and neither is very excited to go to yet another unpredictable immortal. Drop is a tad more rebellious, but both are very obedient. They learned quickly that the pets who disobey their owners are never heard from again.
“I… I don’t know. I mean, yes, I’d love to. But what’s the point? I’ve never been in human society before. I certainly can’t survive on my own. Even if I could fight back, there’s no where to go if I win.”
Drop:
“Yes. I don’t care what I’d do or where I’d go afterwards. If I had even just one day of freedom, I’d be happy. Well, actually, one day of both of us being free. I wouldn’t be happy if I wasn’t with Dew.”
