what if the clans didn't leave the forest territories together?
windclan, desperate to get moving, leaves without the other clans. shadowclan, determined and too proud to go along with the other clans, goes to twolegplace to unseat bloodclan. riverclan, whose territory has yet to really see any consequences of the twolegs, insists on staying right where they are. thunderclan, seeing the others won't be convinced, sets off to join windclan in an attempt to at least follow the prophecy.
eventually, windclan and thunderclan reach the lake, where tallstar dies. however, his last wish is not to switch deputies, but for the leaderless windclan and deputyless thunderclan to join together under the joint rule of firestar and mudclaw. they become one, lionclan once again.
shadowclan, at first just trying to survive in the twolegplace, eventually becomes known to the cats there as the shadows. bloodclan is unstable and falling apart after scourge's death, fury's surrender, and all of the events of ravenpaw's manga, and they are able to take over. many of the remaining bloodclan cats who had been trapped when they ruled flee the twolegplace, seeking refuge from ravenpaw and barley.
riverclan stays where they are, but their territory slowly grows smaller and more polluted, until they basically only have their camp. it can still support a few cats, but not the whole clan. they eventually become the clan of messengers, acting as a connection point between the others and constantly moving between groups, only stopping at their camp to rest between journeys. when they learn about skyclan, they bring messages and connection to them as well.
Idk if you’re familiar with Death Note but for the uninitiated it’s a show where a high schooler (Light) becomes a serial killer through the power of a magic notebook dropped by a god of death (Ryuk.) He has a devoted but more powerful follower (Misa) and an anonymous detective (L) is attempting to prove he’s the killer, despite his dad (Chief Yagami) protesting his innocence. Anyway I don’t know how they would turn “notebook that kills people” into a kid-friendly parody concept but I just had a vision of Mort as Misa so if I were doing “Death Note but it’s AHKJ” I’d have Julien as Light, Karl as Ryuk, Mort as Misa, Maurice as Chief Yagami and Clover as L
I don't know much about Death Note, that's me! I did have to look up if Misa is the girly popstar. One of my favorite artists is Findo so she's my fav character through osmosis.
I can't really judge who'd be what, but I will say idk about KJ becoming a serial killer on purpose. It's not in his nature to resort to murder, for ex. as a prince it never occurred to him to assassinate his uncle. He was willing to kill Koto, however he's gracious and forgiving to all of his villains, no matter what they've done. I don't think he wants to rid the world of them - Koto just wasn't giving them other options. I mean KJ didn't even feel good about leaving a bunch of chickens to die. Which is why I say "on purpose" bc it could happen thru hijinks.
Clover is more likely to seriously weigh the cost-benefits of intentionally killing people by writing them into her journal (literally her favorite thing to do). Though she might prefer hand-to-hand combat and find the death note kind of cowardly. It's true she has a strong sense of justice, personal integrity, and loves to follow the law, but I just think she'd be more tempted to use it on purpose. KJ goes easy on people, even those who try to kill him, while Clover can be harsh over small infractions.*
I also wonder if Koto would be a fitting god of death, or even Uncle…. Karl would fancy himself a god of death, but he's not truly the deadliest or most godlike villain. Koto is the one who brought out the killer in Julien, which is interesting to think about. And Uncle has the highest kill-count.
Maurice would absolutely defend kj's innocence, but he'd know kj was up to some bullshit. He'd just lie to protect him. He'd suspect clover too if she was the killer. Giving her the shifty eyes
Summary: Teddy is a former thrall turned vampire hunter. After a decade of chasing her revenge, she gets wind of a group of Hunters keeping an all-too-familiar monster in their custody. Now finally, after ten years waiting, maybe she'll finally get some answers.
And much needed payback.
Pt 2 | Vampire Hunter AU
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Profanity, non-graphic mentions of torture, violence, imprisonment, starvation, dehumanization, 'it' as a pronoun (only used by one character), referenced past captivity and enthrallment
Teddy left Will to watch the truck while she made the journey into the compound alone to pick up the vampire. He seemed to understand, and didn’t argue or ask why. Just turned up the radio, and leaned back the passenger’s seat to nap until she showed back up to drive them home.
The Hunter Teddy had talked with on the phone—Brooks—led her on a meandering path through the repurposed factory. Past living and dining areas where many Hunters gathered in their off hours, and past the armory in the factory’s basement.
Down, again, to a sub basement that reeked of must and rot and worse. Long used to it, Teddy simply studied the layout, mapping her path back out to the surface, a habit ingrained after years of training in a place not that different from this one.
Brooks led them to what looked like an old walk-in industrial kiln, now fit and reinforced to work as a containment cell. The box was covered in locks and seals, both magical and mundane, layered intricately with each other in a masterful weave.
Brooks glanced over his shoulder as he worked to unlock the cage. “So uh, if you don’t mind me asking, why this one?” He shrugged, clearly asking out of boredom or mild curiosity. “We don’t get many transfer requests out here.”
“Got a score to settle with it.”
Teddy didn’t elaborate, but Brooks didn’t push. The man just nodded, clearly accepting that as answer enough. “Fair enough. Still one less leech I gotta keep tabs on.”
The final lock released with a dull clack, and the Hunter trailed a hand over the wards. They shimmered, pulsing a deep crimson before fading again. Reaching for the handle, Brooks paused long enough to glance at Teddy.
“It shouldn’t give you much trouble, long as you keep it restrained. It’s been here long enough it knows how this shit works by now. We’ve mostly been using it for training and educating new recruits. Put up a hell of a fight when we first processed it though.” Brooks shot Teddy a conspiratorial grin. “I mean, damn. Should’ve seen that motherfucker in the first couple weeks. Had the whole crew taking bets on how long it’d take to finally break it.”
Teddy’s face stayed emotionless, though her eyes flicked to meet the Hunter’s. “How long did it take?”
“Four months, one week, and three days is when Nadia officially called it but—” Shrugging, Brooks gave the door handle a firm yank. The heavy metal groaned, a deep metallic wail like a thing in pain, and swung open to reveal a box of pale firebrick. The creature lay chained on the floor inside. “—between you and me, I don’t think it has yet. You can see it in its eyes. The way it looks at you sometimes.” He shook his head. “Nah. Might be too weak to fight, and smart enough to mind its manners, but there’s a spark of something still in there. Don’t give that motherfucker an inch, unless you’re prepared for it to take it.”
Teddy stayed quiet long enough the Hunter just shrugged again and led them into the tiny room. He strolled inside, aiming a heavy kick at the creature lying curled up on the floor. The vampire grunted, chains rattling with the impact.
“Alright leech, up. You got a visitor.”
Slowly, the vampire moved to comply, pushing himself stiffly up and settling into a kneeling position, bound hands resting on his thighs. He didn’t look up or move beyond the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed air Teddy knew for a fact he didn’t need.
Inclining his head, Brooks stepped aside to let Teddy take the floor.
She’d waited for this moment for over ten years. Before she’d even known she was waiting for it, before she’d been able to hope this kind of reversal could be possible for a vampire’s thrall.
Now that she was here, standing in the room with one of her former masters—one of the keystone pillars of Jericho’s coven, his bloody right hand, his former lover, one of only a handful left that had still been unaccounted for, and the only one left alive who could tell her what she wanted to know.
Teddy still couldn’t believe it was real.
This was a victory. Retribution a decade in the making. Closure.
She drew in a breath. Then stepped forward, heavy black boots thudding hollowly on the bricks. The vampire stayed quiet as she approached, kneeling and hunched forward like just keeping himself upright was a monumental effort. He stared at the filthy floor in front of his knees without acknowledging either of the two humans in the room.
If she hadn’t gotten confirmation of his identity beforehand, Teddy wasn’t sure she would’ve recognized him. Naked, emaciated, filthy, muzzled, bound in iron manacles and so covered in marks of abuse it was a challenge to find an untouched patch of skin. Even the color of his hair was impossible to judge from the matted, shoulder length mess it’d become.
Teddy held her breath. Silence followed. The kind of heavy, pressing quiet, like watching lightning flicker on the horizon before hearing the thunder. A static charge to the air.
She let out the breath in a rush, heart hammering in her chest. Desperate. Frantic. Hopeful.
Furious.
“Mal.” His name dropped from her lips like a condemnation, and that got his attention. He slowly lifted his head, meeting her gaze through a tangled curtain of hair with wary confusion. “Today’s your lucky day, bloodsucker. You’re coming home with me.”
AN: So this is apparently the second time I independently had more or less the same idea. Teddy (and Will) end up in a kind of antagonist role with Mal, and the story progresses as a back and forth between both these povs as they navigate this reversal, and all deal with the messy consequences of the choices they've made and the lives they lived.
If you really want to boil it down to basic tropes I suppose it'd be whumper turned whumpee?
I'm pretty happy with the direction this one is going, I am pondering continuing it. The next 'chapter' would be Mal's pov, so probably much heavier on the whump than this one lol.
Edit: added links to header since this is now an official series
