#tw vampire

[forsapphics]

Original poster for Le frisson des vampires (The Shiver of the Vampires) (1971)

[incorrectbatfam]

Duke: Concept: reverse vampires.

Duke: They survive by eating garlic and drinking holy water. The sun is healing to them. If you stake them through the heart, they become immortal. But most importantly...

Duke: Every single human on Earth is trying to hunt them down and drink their blood.

Jason: Italians.

Duke: W-what timeline are you from?

[pineconepie]

Parental yandere vampire!!

TW: Implied neglect, implied abuse, yandere, parental yandere, forced age regression, death of family (not main characters), light violence, kidnapping

If there's any more trigger warnings I should add, let me know!

...

The cold gnawed at your bones, breath visible in front of you as you made your way through the thick snowfall. The chill bit into your skin, but you pressed on.

"Monster!" "Witch!" "Cursed!"

Their words echoed in your mind. The entire village thought you were some kind of monster, all because you were different from your peers. You were used to the kind of horrible treatment you received at their hands, and had long since learned not to fight it; no matter what you said, they never listened.

It got lonely never having friends, though. Even the people who weren't scared of you were ridiculed for being seen with you, sometimes even being called a witch just because they associated with you.

Your own family became embarrassed and ashamed by your reputation, to the point where they would go days ignoring your existence.

Sure, you had thought of running away before, but given you had nowhere to go, that'd just be a dumb idea.

Only when you overheard the church speaking of burning you at the stake did you realize just how little you actually had to live for there.

Either way, it seemed like your chances of death were high, so either way, fuck it, right?

You could barely feel your feet beneath you, wading through the snow.

How long have you been walking now? Hours? Days?

It feels like years. You felt tears burn at the edges of your eyes as you tripped over a root, collapsing into the soft cushioning of the snow.

A snarling noise behind you causes you to get back up and run, stumbling blindly and weakly through the snow.

You could barely tell what was going on behind you, but all you knew was that a vicious growl from some sort of animal was definitely not something you should just stand around for.

In the distance, you see a structure, probably the first one you've seen in days.

With some sudden rush of adrenaline, you sprint towards it, almost rolling down the hill leading up to the old building.

The steel gate in front of it makes you curse in frustration, looking up to assess how likely it is you can climb it. Your hands curl into fists around the bars, shaking violently as you pull. Not a chance.

"Help!" you scream, hoping whoever is inside can hear you. "Please!"

When there's no response, you turn back, seeing glowing yellow eyes approaching you. Fear courses through your veins, paralyzing you as you look on in horror. The shadowy beast prowls closer, standing tall on its four paws and staring you down hungrily.

Just as it stalks forward, ready to jump, it pauses. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for the inevitable. When the sharp fangs never come sinking into your flesh, you hesitantly crack an eye open. The beast whines and scampers off.

Only when the sound of its footsteps disappear completely does a breathy laugh escape your lips. What a weird twist of fate.

"My goodness! Are you okay?!"

You whip around to see a tall figure with piercing green eyes and long dark brown hair. He's wearing some kind of old-fashioned clothing that looks like it hasn't been touched in centuries.

Before you can say anything, you promptly pass out from exhaustion.

...

"You poor thing. I wonder where you came from..." A hand reaches down to caress your face, the gloved fingers ice cold against your flushed skin. "Seems as if you were meant to find me."

When you finally stir awake, your brain feels like it's rattling in your skull. Blinking slowly, you bring your hand up to rub at your temple, sighing and looking around. You're lying in a large canopy bed, soft red velvet sheets encompassing you.

Sitting up, you take note of the grandiose bedroom, decorated in similar deep shades of red, gold, and black.

There's antique furniture lining the room, with a large painting above the mantlepiece directly across from the foot of the bed. An embroidered carpet is spread on the floor, its design weaving into the same complex, golden filigree that is the headboard of the mattress.

Your gaze drops, noting that you aren't wearing the same clothes you were before.

Now you're wearing some kind of tunic, reminiscent of pajamas but far too fancy and extravagant to be called something so simple. The silk hugs your frame, falling delicately across your lap as you cross your legs and take a look around.

Then you meet his gaze.

He looks surprised that you woke up already, pulling his hand back quickly from where it was about to rest on your shoulder.

He had been watching you sleep, it seems.

The man clears his throat and smiles down at you. "Oh good. I thought for sure you'd sleep through dinner." His voice is deeper than you'd expected, but still gentle. He gestures to himself. "I am Octavian. What's your name, precious?"

"Uh–" You hesitate, caught off guard by the nickname. "I'm (Y/n)."

"A sweet name," he says simply, the corner of his mouth quirking up even more. Octavian reaches down to brush a strand of hair out of your face before straightening back up again.

You watch him cautiously, unsure why he's so comfortable touching a complete stranger.

Then again, you suppose most strangers don't magically appear outside of someone's home, either. Besides, he did just save your life; he deserves at least this much courtesy after helping you.

"It's been a very long time since I've seen anyone out here, let alone gotten any visitors. What on earth were you doing out here all alone? You certainly aren't a traveler, you barely were carrying anything with you." He looks almost ready to scold you.

"Well, uh..." You awkwardly tug at the sleeve of your nightgown, thinking how best to answer his question without opening the door for him to judge you or ask more questions. But he did save your life... "My village doesn't like me. Thinks I'm weird. And when they started talking about killing me, I figured it'd be better to get out sooner rather than later."

Octavian sucks in a sharp breath, concern written all over his features. "Killing you?" He puts a hand over his heart. "You poor thing. You must've been so scared," he coos.

"Yeah... I was," you admit. "I'm glad I ran into your place, at least."

The tall man gives you a soft smile, sitting down at the edge of the bed. It dips beneath him under his weight. "I am too. Stay right there, I'll go get you some dinner."

Before you can say anything else, Octavian slips out of the room.

You think back to when he found you. That animal chasing you acted scared when it saw him. Why? Sure, he's pretty tall, but the guy clearly wouldn't stand a chance against the teeth and claws of that thing. So why was it so spooked by him?

He reenters with a golden tray in hand. On top of it sits a bowl of soup and some bread.

"I'm afraid that's the only thing I have available at the moment," Octavian sighs, setting it down next to you and handing you a spoon. "It should warm you up though." He watches you eat with an adoring smile, one you miss, too busy ravaging into the food. "My Gods, you must've been starving. When was the last time you ate, sweetheart?"

You scarf down a piece of bread. "I haven't been keeping track of time. Maybe three days ago?"

Octavian almost appears on the verge of tears. "You poor little angel..." He hesitantly reaches his gloved hand over to wipe away a stray droplet of broth dribbling down your chin. "You won't ever go hungry again, I swear it."

"What do you mean?" you mumble while chewing on another piece of bread.

He gently wipes at your cheek. "You got some on your face. Messy thing," he tuts. His green eyes glow brighter. Unnaturally so. "I'll go refill your bowl. More bread?" He watches you nod, then takes the tray from you.

It was weird how he avoided your question, but you shrug it off. Seems like he's a little weird too.

...

After having four bowls of soup and God-knows-how-much bread, you finally start to feel full for the first time in ages. Octavian watches with pride as you polish off each meal, praising you for cleaning your plate every single time.

In the middle of him gushing over you, you interrupt him.

"So... Do you think I could use your horse tomorrow morning to head back into town?" you ask shyly. "Assuming you have one."

Octavian freezes, brows furrowing as if in confusion. "(Y/n)... surely you don't think I'm just going to send you back to the people that are trying to kill you?"

"Well, not mine... just a town nearby," you shrug. "Anywhere with people, really."

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "There is no other civilization for miles. No. That'd just be a death wish."

You try not to raise your voice, reminding yourself it's thanks to him you're even alive. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

He opens his mouth to argue, but snaps it shut before taking a deep breath. "You need some rest. Let's discuss this later." You frown in frustration, knowing he's avoiding talking about it. Though he has a point. Sleepiness settles within you, a yawn bubbling past your lips. He bends down to kiss your forehead. "Sweet dreams, little love."

He's so weird.

...

The next day, you venture from the room he put you in, looking around. As to be expected, everything is beautifully furnished, from the wallpaper to the ceilings to the marble columns holding it all up.

In your searching, you stumble upon a portrait.

There's a tall man holding two children, with a woman standing next to him. It takes you a minute before you realize the man is Octavian.

He looks exactly the same in the portrait, except now his hair is slightly longer and he's wearing different clothes. Something in his appearance also seems happier.

You squint at the picture, wondering what's up with it.

"That's my family."

You jump, turning to see Octavian standing beside you, eyes glazed over as he gazes at the painting.

"Oh. They're beautiful," you whisper. You can hear him suck in a shaky breath. "Are they here?"

A melancholy smile pulls at his lips, though it doesn't meet his eyes. "No. My wife and my son and daughter... they're no longer here." His voice is far quieter than before.

Your chest grows heavy when you realize what he means. "I-I'm so sorry..."

The last thing you were expecting was for this to be so sad. Here you thought the picture was taken recently. Guilt pools in your belly for thinking that, especially now that you know the truth. Poor guy.

Octavian places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Don't apologize. I think my loneliness streak is nearing its end." He guides you away from the painting and to the stairs. "Let's go eat. Breakfast should be ready by now." You're silent, not sure how to respond.

Walking down the ornate staircase, Octavian keeps his hand placed firmly on the small of your back.

Once you both reach the ground level, he removes it, walking ahead into the kitchen area. Following, you sit down across from him, watching as he places food in front of you both.

"It feels nice to cook for someone else again," he hums, beginning to dig into his own plate of food.

It smells really good, which you suppose you shouldn't be surprised by given the fact that everything else in this house seems to be perfect in its presentation.

"Thank you," you mutter, picking up the silverware and eating.

The two of you talk idly throughout the meal, Octavian being mindful of what you like and don't like to eat for future reference.

He asks you about yourself, appearing invested in every little tidbit you drop. Eventually, you're finally satiated, leaning back against your chair with a pleased sigh.

You watch him do the dishes and leave into what you presume is the living room. Curiously, you follow after him.

He's holding an open book, reading glasses perched on his nose.

The fire flickers and crackles, providing heat to the otherwise chilly space.

Sitting down next to him, you catch his eye. Octavian smiles at you and scoots closer, putting one arm around you and shifting his eyes back to his book.

Unsure of how else to react, you lean into the embrace. He's very cold compared to most people, you find.

The gesture is welcome though, regardless of the cool chill of his skin. Even through his gloves, you can tell his body temperature isn't normal.

If he came from your village, the villagers would definitely think he's some paranormal beast too.

Maybe that's why he lives so secluded from society.

...

A few more days pass. He gets a little more odd, but it just makes you more comfortable to show your own quirks too.

One morning, you wake up next to a teddy bear placed between your arms. He must've put it there last night.

It's almost like he senses you're awake, because he strides into the room not even a minute later.

"There's my sweet little angel," Octavian coos. "Did you sleep well?" You yawn and rub at your eye with a closed fist. He gives you a bright smile at that and sits on the edge of the bed. "Do you like your toy? I figured it might keep you company while I'm gone. Does it help?"

"Yeah, but..." You frown. "How'd you get it? There's no nearby shops, right?"

Octavian nods. "It belonged to my son." At that, you stare wide eyed down at the stuffed animal, moving to give it back to him.

"I-I can't take this from you–"

He grabs your hands and holds them in place around the toy, shaking his head. "Nonsense, I want you to have it." His eyes burn with such intense emotion, so much so that you're unable to resist the pull to listen to his request. "Keep it, please. When this winter is over, I'll go get you some of your own stuffies and clothing. Do you have any clothing preferences? Any favorite animals?"

"When winter is over, I'll be leaving," you correct him.

He stiffens. "Right. Of course. Silly me." His emerald irises flash with something unreadable.

The rest of the day, he becomes even more overbearing.

He pulls you into his lap whenever he has the chance, insisting you rest your head against his chest while he reads to you (all of which are children's books). He constantly is giving you random little hugs, or complimenting you for whatever little mundane things you do.

You only allow it because you feel pity for him.

Each time you even try to pull away slightly, he looks so heartbroken and hurt, as if you stabbed him in the chest.

And it's not like you dislike it. You're so starved for attention and touch that it actually feels kind of good, having someone hug you and hold your hand and read to you.

It makes up for all the times you've been neglected.

Each day, he gets even more coddling and babying with you. You wonder why he's like this.

Then it hits you.

His kids are gone. He's never going to have another chance to hold his babies again.

This behavior... is this just him projecting his loss onto you? Trying to relive the feeling of caring for a child?

It breaks your heart for him, making you feel more guilty for wanting to leave.

...

As the snow begins to melt, Octavian gets more antsy. He constantly holds you in his arms now, rambling about anything and everything, bouncing and swaying side to side.

It reminds you of how mothers soothe their babies.

One day, he stops to give you a serious look, gripping your face in his hands and kissing your cheekbone.

"Please," Octavian whispers, desperation seeping into his tone, "please please please stay." Tears drip down his pale skin. "You have no idea what these past few weeks have meant to me." The grip on your jaw tightens and he shakes his head with a dry laugh. "God, I can't imagine living without you anymore! Don't make me go through that agony again! Don't abandon me! You're happy here!"

Your hands hesitantly grab his wrists, not pulling him away but letting him know your boundaries. "These past few weeks meant a lot to me too. But I don't want to live alone out here, forever."

He sniffles and glares down at you. "What do you mean? You wouldn't be alone. I'm here. You'd have me!"

"But I want more people than that!" you cry out. "And in the end, you're still basically a stranger..."

That last sentence was the wrong thing to say.

All color drains from his face, shock freezing him in place.

"A-A stranger...?" Octavian scoffs, betrayal seeping into his broken voice. "After all this time together?! After all the things I've done for you, all the things we've talked about?!" You tremble and try to move away. "Why can't you love me back?! Your parents don't want you, but I do!"

You shake your head. "You're freaking me out..." Never before had you been so scared of this man. Never did you think he'd act this way, even with how affectionate and caring he could be. This is on a whole new level. "I'm not a kid. Just because you lost yours doesn't mean you can make me yours instead!"

Octavian doesn't say anything.

The silence that hangs thick in the air between you is deafening. It makes you want to scream, break it somehow, just so you don't have to endure how tense this is.

Tears pool in his eyes. He hesitates, then yanks off both of his gloves and drops them to the ground.

You notice his fingernails are long and sharp. Like claws. Not human.

"What...?"

"I've never been normal either." Octavian lets out a choked sob. "My wife died trying to protect our children from vampire hunters." He bares his teeth, revealing pointed fangs. "She couldn't. They all died before I could save them."

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight.

A mix of fear and sympathy swirls in your gut, making you feel nauseous and disoriented all at once. You step backwards, putting distance between you and him.

His eyes grow dull. "I couldn't save them. But I could save you." Octavian reaches out with those strange hands and cups the sides of your neck with a featherlight touch, holding your gaze despite your attempts at averting it. "You may think of yourself as big, but to me? You're just a baby."

A pitiful whine leaves your lips as your eyes begin to water.

"They said the same things about me. Aberration. Monster. I know how you feel; how lonely and awful it is. That's why you need to stay with me," he insists. "We understand each other. We're the same."

"No! You're crazy!" you exclaim, backing up further until your back hits a wall behind you. His form looms over yours ominously, casting a shadow across the floor beneath him. "Stop fucking touching me!"

"Maybe I am crazy," Octavian humorlessly chuckles. "But anyone would become unhinged from losing everything dear to them." Without warning, he moves quicker than lightning, picking you up and holding you close to his chest. He curls himself over you, shielding you from nothing as if to protect you. His body completely engulfs yours, swallowing you in his presence. It's unnerving. "Everything will be okay now. Papa will keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you again," he promises softly. "You won't be like them."

"No, no, stop," you beg pathetically. "Let me go."

"Shhh... this will hurt a tiny bit, but only for a moment. It's necessary for us to always be together," he hushes you. "I was going to save this for when you've settled in more, but I can't have you run away."

Octavian kisses the top of your head before pulling the collar of your shirt down just enough for his mouth to hover above your bare shoulder.

"Nonono, please, don't!" you cry. "I don't wanna be a vampire!"

"I know, sweetheart," he laments. "I hate seeing you in pain, too."

Before you can say anything else, Octavian sinks his teeth deep into the flesh of your exposed shoulder blade.

You shriek in pain as you feel fangs digging into muscle tissue and sinew alike. Tears stream freely down your cheeks now, uncontrollable sobs wracking your frame as blood runs freely down your back and stains your clothes crimson red.

"Shhhh..." he hushes again, caressing your hair even while he drinks away your humanity. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

By the time he's finished drinking, you feel woozy from blood loss and adrenaline. Octavian lifts you up, grip looser now that you're too tired to struggle, and dampens a cloth under the faucet, using it to clean up the excess blood.

Then he takes you back to the bedroom, tucking you underneath layers upon layers of warm bedding.

You try to speak, but your throat hurts so badly and you can barely move. Everything feels heavy, including your eyelids which threaten to shut due to exhaustion.

"Get some sleep. It's bedtime for little ones," he murmurs giddily. He adjusts the blankets covering you. "Oh, I knew I was missing something." You hear him shuffle around the room before returning. Suddenly the familiar feeling of the teddy bear is pressed against your torso, its fur tickling your nose.

"Papa..." you croak deliriously, thinking of your own father.

"Yes," he says. His face splits into a manic smile. "That's right." Octavian crawls under the covers next to you, dragging you towards his cold figure. He combs through your hair and cuddles you tightly, as though if he lets go, he might lose you. "Say it again. Say 'Papa.'"

You don't reply, far too exhausted to even care anymore. All you do is slump against him and close your eyes.

Octavian squeezes you tighter.

He buries his nose into the top of your head and breathes deeply.

"My baby..." His words sound distant as slumber overtakes your mind and drags you into darkness. "You're back home where you belong."

[daily-beau]

hey could a vampire siffrin bite isabeau i wanna see how good his pain tolerance is?

Day 118: Nom

[betterthingscomic]

🦇Rude Awakening🦇

Little 8 page comic I made back when Kas Theory was plaguing every corner of the internet/ST fans’ minds and the bat Eddies were just too good to resist drawing my own. Rest of the pages below the cut

**Tw: blood/vampirism (via bat lol), brief violence, little creatures being in places they shouldn’t be i.e. your hair**

Bonus close up of my fave panel and a Dustin & bat Eddie doodle ❤️‍🔥

[chibi-tokki]

vampirism- yuta wc: 1.2k tags/cw: vampires, blood, vomiting blood, sickness, idk

a/n: okay so this is an OLD yoongi fic from back in the day repurposed cause i can't write fic about real people and i miss just beign silly and writing silly things anyway enjoy the brain rot

Yuta’s fever continues to climb into the high thirties. The thermometer under his tongue beeping with alarm as it registered a dangerously high of thirty-nine point eight. 

In the beginning, he had blamed it on sun exposure. Claiming he had spent too long in the heat without the comfort of shade, but you know that's a bullshit lie, Yuta rarely leaves the comfort of his bedroom, let alone the safety of the apartment. He is sick, but vampires don’t get sick, so what in the ever-loving fuck is happening? 

You are familiar with his symptoms: fever, cough, nausea, chills and aches. All signs of the flu in humans. All are treatable with some medicine and maybe a trip to the doctor if necessary, but where are you to take him for some mystery vampire sickness that you had no idea existed until two days ago. 

“It has to be an infection. I can’t think of anything else.” You pace the length of the small bedroom, gnawing at your fingernails as you rack your brain, sorting through endless useless snippets of information you had stored away.  “How can you even catch a cold? Aren’t you meant to be dead?" 

Your words trail off into a whisper as you reach for your phone on the edge of the bed, swiping the screen open to more vampire lore. 

"My love, can you please calm down? I can hear your heartbeat from here, and it’s not doing anything to help,” a croaky voice calls from the pile of blankets at the head of the bed.  

Yuta’s gaunt face peers at you from within his cocoon. Deep bruises fill the hallows under his eyes, cheeks tinted pink with fever as he blearily blinks at you. 

“Love, I need you to calm down before you have a heart attack.” Yuta tries once more to get your attention away from the phone and onto calming your racing heart. 

But you pay him no mind, too engrossed in the phone in your hand. Surely there had to be something out there on the web. Hidden in a deep subreddit.

A guide on how to deal with your sick vampire partner, preferably one that doesn’t involve the death of one of the parties. You could just Google it. With Satoru out of the country, secluded in a mountain range and out of cell range, you don’t really have an option.

Yuta huffs a cough, wet and haggard as he begins to gag. You are behind him in an instant, bucket held up to his chin as he wretches, the contents of his stomach spilling into the plastic-lined container. Blood spatters the once pale pink plastic and drips down his chin, plinking bright red blooms on your sheets as he continues to gag and wretch, your hand on his back rubbing circles. 

“I’m s-so….sorr-” Yuta blubbers, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand, slumping forward as his body shivers with the aftermath.  You are reaching for the water bottle at the bedside as you coo at him.

“Yuta, please.” You splash the water into your hand, wiping the cold liquid over clammy skin. “You have nothing to be sorry for, just relax. Please.” 

In fluid movements so as not to disturb him, you pull the bucket from his grasp, replacing it with his special water bottle filled with A positive.

Yuta’s eyes flutter closed as you brush his hair from his forehead.

“You’re too good to me.” he murmurs, eyes slipping closed as he leans into the pillows at his back. “I love you.” 

The words spill from his lips before he can form impulse control. 

Your heart begins to race, body heating with the sudden declaration.

“I know it’s not the best time to tell you, but…” he brings a weak hand up to slide into yours. “I do love you so much.” 

You squeeze his fingers in yours. 

“I love you too.” 

Yuta brings your entwined hands to his mouth, blood still streaking his skin, and presses a kiss to the back of your palm. 

“More than you’ll ever know.” 

He often says stuff like that. Deep romantic, wistful declarations of his feelings for you, but it feels different now. Whether it’s the situation at hand or the yearning look in his tired eyes, or maybe it was just that point in your relationship, but you don't doubt his words. Don’t doubt the sentiment behind them. 

The screen of your phone flashes from the floor where you had thrown it in a panic. Satoru’s caller ID photo fills the screen. Finally! You try to grab it, but Yuta holds you still. 

“Leave it.” 

“But he might know how to help you, I just-”

“Please, angel.” Yuta sighs, pulling your arm closer to keep you in bed. “Leave it for now and just lie with me, please.”

“Yuu-” you try to protest, needing to get to the bottom of the mystery illness, but Yuta’s firm grasp on her hand and soul has you tethered to him.

“Just ten minutes. Let me hold you, and then you can talk to Gojo as much as you want,” he bargains, eyes wide in pleading. 

You concede. “Ten minutes.”

The phone continues to vibrate on the floor. 

“I’m going to figure out what's wrong, Yuta. I promise.”  —

Yuta knows what’s wrong with him. In his two hundred years, he had never been stricken with an ailment like this, but he knew what was causing it. At first, he blamed it on the chicken from the new restaurant that had opened, then it was the garlic he had accidentally touched while cooking dinner last night, and finally, it was the sun. A ridiculous excuse because you know he never leaves the house in the daytime, but he had to tell you something. Give you some sort of reason why he looked more dead than alive, but Yuta knows what is happening, what is wrong. That he is becoming human again.

The witch had warned him. Set out the rules and repercussions of the choice he had made two centuries ago. The choice between immortality and his heart.  A life full of power and revenge in exchange for the reason mortals live. For love. At the time, Yuta was sure which path he would take, which he wanted more. He knew who he was and who he wanted to be, and love was not in his plans. There was no room for love and kindness in the heart of a boy who had been shown anything but. How could he feel something he had never been given, but Yuta knew what revenge and anger felt like. For years, he cultivated it, grew his pain like flowers in a garden only he knew. Had let them grow and bloom until he was no more, just a walking brush of malice and spite. Yuta knew what he wanted then, a hundred years ago, hell, he knew what he wanted three years ago, but now, he is not so sure. Here he lay, in the arms of a woman who loves him despite the monster he chose to be with the heart of the man he hides away. Despite all the thorns he had grown, you had seen the bud of something kind in his centre, and nourished it, loved it, loved him until he grew. Here he was with you. Here, he wanted love. He wanted life. And he is getting it.

[thefastestelementalmasteralive]

Edit: knowing me i probably wouldn't be finishing this au any time soon but especially not with what's happened. I do not support Avid nor Marm.

Vampires smp idea where avid eventually joins the coven (scott asking him to) but scott only asked him to join as a distraction for the rest of the coven [avid spying on the town for the coven]

(apo being conflicted as to if she should reveal him to the town which would probably reveal what she's doing to the coven

Shelby feeling guilty but not having a chance to talk to avid because he's either spying or majorly beefing with Pyro

Pyro- beefing with avid about scott)

while the kiddos are distracted, scott and owen go scorched earth on oakhurst

[mehiwilldoitlater]

@beckyninja @celestia0473 @lovejisco @aggresivemenace @hopefully-grimderp @absynthe-mind @bunny-fair @thatnightlamp

@gh0st-nebulae @silenthopper @baldieboi @randomlyappearingartist @pearlokami @tangerineallergy @vithralith

Tw:blood, gore, vampirism

something that me and @absynthe-mind were plotting about

"What have you done to me, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!"

You screamed, trying to not slip on the wet floor under your bare foot.

Sanguinius looked at you, there was no horror in his eyes, no worries, just a deep sense of regret and agony to see you in such state and not being able to help you. Yet, he opened his arms, extended them to you, offering you an embrace that you refused again by moving back.

Red, everywhere red.

He had locked you in this golden cage to keep you from the world, to having you for himself...to feed on you. Maybe it was away to keep you constantly tired and weak, maybe he was really addicted to your blood, he just kept on taking.

Always carefull, always conscious to take what he needed. You cannot fight him, too weak from your blood loss, too tired to fight back.

Untill he took too much.

Your cold body in his arms, your heart that desperately tried to pump what was just missing in your veins, a far too cruel image in his brain and...and he did what none of his brother could ever do.

He let you drink his blood, allowing his vital force to slowly enter you from a cut on his tongue. A kiss sealed in blood.

He saved you, he knew that...then the changes started.

You were stronger...far too stronger. You could easily move around, things you weren't able before, but one hit from a sun ray was enough to make your skin burn like ina wild fire. Those wounds disappeared in hours...

And you were hungry, always hungry. But why normal food, fruits meat, anything just make you puke?!

A question came to his mind the day he noticed a new change...in your mouth...

So he made a decision, a cruel one...a serf that no one would miss, the task of tending to his poor sick love and then the screams erupted in that room. Sanguinius made sure no one could come and that the room was locked. Then he opened it, only when the screams ceased.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, to disappear. You saw it, life leaving that poor man bodies, getting mawled by your poorly technique, getting drained by your sharp teeths and the cuts on his neck. What you could not drink from him, you licked from the ground.

"Don't touch me, DON'T TOUCH ME!" "Please..." "STOP! I KILLED HIM! YOU MADE ME KILLED HIM! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!"

His arms finally holded you in a loving and sorrowfull embrace, you cries echoed in the tower while the man who proclaimed to love you could just mourne his egoistical act.

And yet, somehow, he felt less lonely than before.