#half vamp!da

[obsidiancreates]

🔒with Vamp au! D.A. and Dark

 The DA didn’t look up as they heard the door open. They kept their eyes on the ceiling fan, watching it spin.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, old friend,” Dark sighs, closing the door behind him. “You have a whole bookshelf right next to you. All of your favorite novels, right there.”

They ignore him.

“Still angry about this, I see. You’re the one who tried to run away... again. I couldn’t keep letting it slide, you know. I’ve given you enough special treatment.”

Special treatment? Special treatment?! Is that what he calls the constant hovering, the endless insistence on coming out with him to hunt? The lecture after lecture of how this is fate, this is meant to be, they’re meant to be at his side as his second-in-command?!

They hear him sigh again. “You haven’t been eating, I see.”

Ah. So he noticed the discarded bags of blood over in the corner. 

“Well, that’s just a waste. Of blood, and life. The least you could do is make sure those’s peoples’ deaths weren’t in vain.”

It takes all their self-control to not punch him. As satisfying as it would be, they know their continued refusal to acknowledge him is far more frustrating. 

“If it’s because it’s not fresh, I can’t take you out hunting again until I know you’re not going to try and run. It’s a shame that you’ve let this go on so long, really. I wish you could see how your friend Mark has been adjusting.”

The DA sits up and grabs Dark by the collar, pulling his face into the wall behind them.

It cracks, leaving a hole.

He shouts, reeling back and holding his nose. It drips rancid, darkened blood. It heals in a few seconds, seconds that The DA savors. 

“Hit a nerve, then,” Dark growls, pulling his bloodied hands away from his face. “At least you’ve finally stopped pretending I don’t exist.”

The DA looks at him, and then lays down again, going back to staring at the fan.

Dark huffs. “You can’t do this forever. You’ll have to stop being so stubborn eventually. This is just childish, at this point.”

The DA represses a smirk.

“If you insist on keeping this up, fine. I’ll leave you be. But at least eat. You’re starting to look like Doc, and that worries me.”

Good. Worry, bitch.

“... I’ll have Mark bring you dinner tonight. Maybe you’ll take his concern into account more than mine,” Dark says, hissing the word ‘his’. His voice is bitter, something finally leaking through his calm facade.

The door opens and closes again, and The DA hears it lock.

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Anon Jim:*sighs but nods* at least can I be moved to another room *looks over to Doc giving a sad look* had to be the bad guy to save him so I doubt he even wants to see me now, can one of you explain to him why I couldn't leave him in that house, so he has some understanding, I doubt he will trust my words

The DA nods. “I’ll take you to my room, it’s right next door.”

They bring you to another completely identical room. They let you lay on the bed. It’s too firm, but you sigh and sink into it like it’s even better than the one at The Manor.

You look at The DA and thank them.

“You’re welcome. I’ll let you know when he wakes up, what he says. Just rest for a bit,” they say. They go back into the other room.

You close your eyes and fall asleep.

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You’re standing in the middle of Mark’s room. There’s no clock, but somehow you know that this is a little over an hour and a half into the future. 

Doc is still unconscious, and The DA is in the middle of saying something to Mark.

“-to break it to them?”

Mark sighs and rubs his eyes with his palm. “Just be honest?”

“They want that cure as badly as we do. I don’t... want to crush their spirits.” They look at Doc. “Either of them.”

“We just don’t know. We don’t even know if they keep a supply, or make it when they need it! We can’t just lead them on.”

The DA sighs. “I know. I’m just sick of watching hope die.”

Mark just nods.

Doc groans, grunts, and pushes himself up. “What...”

He blinks, a sort of gray film clearing from his eyes. They widen, panicked. “Where am I? What the hell is-”

The DA rushes over and tries to calm him down. “You’re in the Hunter HQ. I can explain-”

Doc sits up. “No, why am I here? I said I wanted to stay, they said it was fine! I-” he wraps his arms around his stomach. “No, no, no, not again, I was- I was free-”

Mark moves towards Doc. “You weren’t not really. It was tricking you-”

“Shut up!” You’ve never heard Doc shout like that, so loudly, with such venom. “I was safe! I wasn’t- I told them-”

“Look at me,” The DA signs, but Doc doesn’t obey.

Mark moves around to the side of the bed that The DA is on and sits next to them. “Hey, they’re trying to help you.”

“I don’t need help!” Doc looks at them and feels vomit rise in his throat. This is too familiar. Waking up hungry, in pain, in a bed that’s not his own, confused and scared, with someone sitting by the bedside insisting they’ve done what’s in his best interest...

He scrambles to get out of the bed, falling to the floor as he does so. He feels just- just weak! Not drained, that’s too delicate. He feels like something’s been ripped out of him, something that left a gaping hole where it once was.

“I need to go back!” He gets to his feet. “I- god it hurts-”

“Please just listen, we’re trying to explain-”

“I don’t need you to!” Doc looks for an exit other than the door and finds nothing. “You’re wrong, okay? You’re wrong! It- I was happy! For the first time in fucking years, I was happy!”

“It was going to use you!”

“It was suppressing the hunger!”

“It would have stopped when it wanted you to be hungry! It would have-”

“You don’t know that!” he snaps. He tries to shove past them, but he’s already grown much weaker than he had been in The Manor, His face has lost a significant amount of color, and the dark circles have come back with a vengeance. His hair is once again messy, dull. 

Mark grabs him by the shoulders. “Listen to us! It’s a demon, okay? It got into your head and right now, you’re letting it win! Fight it!”

Doc wrenches away. “It was a haven!” he shouts. “It was the one place on this godforsaken Earth I was safe! The one place that I could- could rest in! That I could have some hope for the future!”

“It has it’s own plans! It’s own future! It doesn’t care about yours!” The DA is almost pleading with him to listen.

“Get out of the way!”

“Doc-”

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

He pushing against them, but they’re blocking him from the door. “Just stop, just think-”

“LET ME GO!”

Mark cries out and stumbles back, hand pressed to his chest. A long, smoking gash mars it, blood seeping between his fingers. There’s a knife missing from his hip, and a knife in Doc’s hand.

Everyone freezes. Doc is breathing heavily, his eyes wide with shock. He takes a step back, mouth opening and closing but no words being said. He looks at his hand, and then at Mark,

For a second you think he’s about to apologize. That it was a true wake-up call, something to snap him out of the lingering hold of The Manor.

And then a darkness briefly passes over his eyes, and he looks up at The DA. 

“Let. Me. Go.”

The DA steps back. There’s something wrong with his voice. It’s too low, almost... distorted?

They take out a knife of their own. “Put it down.”

Doc looks at the knife in their hands.

He runs at them.

All you see next is blood. You’re not sure whose it is.

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You wake up with a start, jerking up into a sitting position. You’re shaking, panting, sweating. You quickly check the time.

You haven’t even been asleep for ten minutes.

It could have just been a nightmare.

But... could you risk the chance that it wasn’t?

The cure. If he’s cured, he won’t be so desperate to get back to The Manor, right?

Where would...

A lightbulb goes off in your head. The Hunter Leaders! They must have some kind of log, or map, something!

It’s worth a look. Mark and The DA don’t know where it is, and you’re the only one who can sneak into the Leader’s quarters.

You get up. 

And you pause.

You should get going...

Or.

Maybe you should warn Mark and The DA first. 

But would that change anything? Would they not still wait in the room, guarding him? 

Is it better to save time and go looking for the sure now, or use your precious minutes to possibly keep the exact same outcome?

[obsidiancreates]

He sees only red, As his friend comes near. Concern in their eyes, Soon overtaken by fear.

He sees only red, As he bites down on their neck. And when they run far away, It’s his pulse he must check.

He sees only red, As the actor goes on. He claims it’s a gift, His voice cheerfully sing-song.

He sees only red, As he storms out of that cursed place. He goes to find a phone, Hopes his former friend gives no chase.

He sees only red, When he learns of his fate. He must be kept far away, Spend his days in hiding and in wait.

He sees only red, As he cares for his remain friend. Watches him slip into madness, His sanity coming to and end.

He sees only red, As the years go by. His flesh never ages, Though the decades do fly.

He sees only red, As he grips his sister’s hand. The light fades from her eyes, And he finds he cannot stand.

He sees only red, As he gives up his will to try. He lets himself fall, Lets his soul die.

He sees only red, Out looking for a meal. But he’s also after family, To sweeten the deal.

He sees only red, As some try to reject his gift. He’s offering eternal power and life, So what is this shit?

He sees only red, When he decides that he knows best. Sure at first they’ll resist, But eventually they’ll come to rest.

He sees only red, When his old friend appears again. Their concern is still there, They’re nearly the same as back then.

He sees only red, When they reject him too. And once again they win, Thinking his words of peace untrue.

He sees only red, When another escapes. He slams shut his door, His fury giving him shakes.

He sees only red, As he comes face-to-face with the one that got away. He’s been keeping away a prize, As though he has any say.

He sees only red, As he attacks and he growls. He goes to stab with a knife, Waiting to hear pained howls.

He sees only red, As he stares down in horror. His old friend lies on the ground, Blood staining the snow on the forest floor.

He sees only red, As he realizes what he’s done.

And he sees only red, When he turns.

And he runs.

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(Another poem because I’m in that kind of mood. Vamp!Dark this time. Sorry if this confuses anyone, there’s- there’s a lot of context to this.)

[obsidiancreates]

I don't know if you answered this already but what the DA accidentally(maybe they're too focused hunting a vamp or trying to escape the Googles) runs into the Manors grounds, would Actor recognise them? Would this finally be the Manors chase to get someone else under it's control?

Oooh, interesting... Fair warning, this is a long exploration of this hypothetical! 

Actor would recognize them, yes. He’d be pretty happy to see them, too. They’re alive! So his other friends must be!

He would probably start bombarding them with questions. How are the others? Do they know where everyone else is? Why haven’t any of them come back to see him? Is Damien still mad? Is William still mad? Is Celine still mad?

The DA would be rather uncomfortable. They can’t find it in themselves to be enraged at him. Yeah, he’s clearly off his rocker and technically the whole Dark fiasco is his fault since he’s the one who turned Damien, but he is just... so pathetic. And I mean that not in the insult way that movies and such often use it, I mean in the dictionary definition: arousing pity, especially through vulnerability or sadness.

His eyes are shining, maybe welling up a bit, as he practically begs to know about his old friends. His eyes keep going to their neck, but he can tell that Damien never finished the job of turning them, so he’ll resit the temptation. The Manor dampens his hunger to practically nothing anyway.

And when he invites them in, they might accept. The DA doesn’t know about the curse or the entity, after all. As far as they know Actor got bit, bit Damien because he was hungry, and Damien went mad for no good reason.

Which, you know, not the story. But they aren’t privy to that.

They go in. Somehow Actor has food and drink despite never leaving The Manor. They talk. The DA tries to breaks the news about everyone else gently.

It would break Actor’s heart. Celine is dead? Damien and William went mad? No, no that’s not how it’s supposed to be. They were supposed to come back, and they could all stay the same, and all be together, forever...

And The Manor could absolutely use the pity that The DA feels to try and get into their head. Convince them they they should either stay or try to visit more often so that they can help Actor though this emotional turmoil he’s going through. Maybe after a while it convinces them to bring Mark along, and it starts getting into his head too. It would absolutely take advantage of the situation.

And it could use the situation with Dark, too. Dark avoids that manor like stepping on the grounds would kill him on the spot. The DA and Mark could be safe. They won’t have to kill any vampires for the hope of a cure that might never come. Their hunger is always so much less intense there, and when Actor explains that he has practically none because of the “special abilities” of The Manor... well, that’s awfully tempting. 

There’s a very good chance that it could draw both mark and The DA under, given enough time. It would take months, maybe years, though. So if they didn’t consistently come over, or if The DA didn’t decide to visit/stay, no, it’s unlikely that the one meeting would be enough.

Oh, and if Dark found out, he would be pissed.

[obsidiancreates]

My Vampire AU peeps!

What kind of things would you like to see some one-shots for?

Like... anything. Anything you want to see a character do, or like... a situation, or...

Like, do you wanna see a-day-in-the-life stuff with any of them? More important things? Creepy? Fluffy? Angsty? Throw things back to when Dark was still Damien? To before The Party? AUs of the AU? Something else?

Just like- spew your ideas at me. For full one-shots, which with me can range from like... 400 words to apparently 3,000+. 

I wanna write more fic-fics, but I’m uh, I’m not sure where to start, lol. So just... toss me a starting point, please!

[obsidiancreates]

What would happen if another vampire (somehow) managed to turn the DA before Dark did?

Brutal murder and Dark losing what little shreds of sanity he has left.

Like, he would destroy whoever turned The DA. First of all, that’s just a freaking dickish thing to do in this universe. Like, most vampires understand the pain of an unfinished feed and what it can do to someone, so for a vampire to see a half vampire and be like “I’m gonna turn them,” is truly, truly horrible. They’d have to be either insanely heartless, or insanely confident that they can’t be killed.

Spoiler! They can. 

So... yeah. Going to end very poorly for them.

The DA is going to have to just... be protected constantly. Because Dark’s just- he’s going to try to drain them anyway, and likely kill them in the process.

Because he is going to lose it. Now he’ll never get rid of the nagging hunger for their blood, ever. He’ll be stuck with it for as long as he lives, and it’s going to get so much worse so quickly once they’re turned. He’s going to go on a majorly destructive path, both to himself and others. 

It’ll overpower all the other stuff in his head, the drive to build a family and the hunger and the genuine care he still has lingering under all those layers of delusion, and he’ll just destroy everything he’s built up.

He’ll run the family ragged trying to catch The DA, to a point that they’re all sick and malnourished. He’ll start draining more and more people more and more often, trying to ease the hungers just slightly. He’ll lose any and all regard for his or his “family’s” well-being and just be focused on getting and draining The DA, which of course can’t happen anymore.

The DA will have to be relocated constantly, likely with Mark being sent with them, which will be very rough. Dark will hunt them down mercilessly, no goal of making them part pf the family anymore, just a purely hunger-driven madness.

It’s like... one of the worst possibilities. 

Most vampire are aware of what turning a half vampire that was bitten by someone else can cause, though, so luckily it’s extremely unlikely to happen. 

[obsidiancreates]

23 in the vamp au?

(Set it in that AU of the AU concept where The DA has to go to Dark because The Hunter leaders plan to kill them.)

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“Have you seen The DA?”

The other Hunter shook their head. Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

That was the fifteenth person he’d asked. Same answer as all the others.

He sighed. “Okay, thanks anyway.” He walked away, his concern growing.

It was the late afternoon, and he hadn’t seen The DA once all day. As far as he knew they had no solo missions scheduled, and they would have told him if they were on a group mission that didn’t include him. Even on their rare days off, they always at least came to say “Good morning,” when he went out to train.

He wracked his brain. They weren’t in the training area, they weren’t getting food (or blood), they weren’t out talking to other Hunters...

Mark shook his head. He couldn’t assume the worst.

He ran to their bedroom.

They lived in The Hunter Headquarters, like most Hunters, including Mark himself. They had a special room, deeper in the headquarters than the others. Safest place from Dark. Even he wouldn’t try to break into Hunter Headquarters.

He could hear shuffling behind the door. He knocked, and the shuffling stopped.

“Hello?”

He waited. No answer.

“Come on, I know you’re in there. Are you okay? No-one has seen you all day.”

Still nothing.

And then a note slid out from under the door.

Mark picked it up and unfolded it.

You trust me, right?

“Of course I trust you,” he said, looking at the door in confusion. It still didn’t open.

Another note.

Then just trust me when I say you should go. Now.

“What? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

Still no face-to-face. Just another note.

Please. I have to do something, and you won’t like it, but it’s for the best. Just walk away, and

The note cut off.

“And what?” 

And I’m sorry.

He stared at the note in his hands.

“... Whatever you’re doing... you’re sure it’s for the best? For you?”

Another note.

And for you.

Mark nodded. “...If you say so. I trust you.” He sighed. “You’ll be okay, right?”

A pause. A significant pause.

We’ll see.

[obsidiancreates]

Anon Jim: oh I just got a grim idea of a "what if" Dark vs Mark while The DA is busy fighting off either a Google or Bim, Dark is in a bad mood and is taking it out on Mark to the point he looks like he's about to kill Mark which The DA catches on so before he strikes Mark, The DA takes the hit, it doesn't kill them but the wound is very deep, causing The DA to fall over, bleeding badly.

Oh shit.

There would be a moment of just genuine horror on Dark's face. It might even be enough that for a split second, he feels something real, unfiltered through all the darkness and corruption. A feeling of complete fear, horror, and regret. A “What have I done” moment.

It wouldn’t last long, less than a second even. And then it would turn into rage. Rage directed at Mark.

But there’s no time for that. Mark is reaching for The DA, terrified and determined to get them away to safety. Dark goes to grab them first. He can fix this. He can save them, and once he does they’ll be turned, and they’ll realize that it’s truly a gift. 

Mark pulls out a knife and swings, cutting Dark’s hand. “Get the fuck away from them!” he spits. He picks The DA up and snarls, baring his fangs, and runs.

Dark is still processing what just happened. He almost killed them that would have ruined everything! All his plans! How could he make that bad of a mistake?!

And there’s another moment of realization, that he’s thinking of them as a tool, not as a friend. Good god, he just almost killed one of his closest friends, how did he end up... here? In this situation? What is he doing?

He looks at his hands. Their blood is all over them, dripping down his fingers, trickling down his wrists. 

It smells good.

The smell, the hunger, breaks the moment of clarity.

He ended up here because he had to. Because they are meant to be like him, be with him, and for some reason they keep denying that. He’s trying to make things right, the way they are meant to be. Of course that’s what he’s doing.

He absentmindedly licks his fingers clean, like it’s chip flavoring and not the blood of his former friend.