#v:vampire!leon

[deadkenndy]

@harleyridin wants vampire au.

It had been weeks since he had seen anyone. After his incident from his last mission, he had been on leave. His head was pounding, his eyes couldn't handle too bright of light and his gums and teeth hurt. But that wasn't the worst of it.

The craving for blood was concerning to say the least. Normal food was losing its appeal, it tasted far from horrible, hell he could even taste things he didn't normally, but the irony was it did nothing to satisfy him. Only blood could do that now and the hunger could be so intense. It was a nagging gnawing sensation in his stomach and his throat felt so scratchy and dry if he didn't have any. The mornings were the worst as he felt so tired and so damn thirsty and starved.

Claire taken the liberty of bringing him blood bags. It felt risky but it seemed his body was changing and he needed sustenance of some kind. He could hear her footsteps going up the stairs of the apartment building, hell he could faintly hear her heart beat before she even entered the building. All his senses were dialled up to eleven these days.

He hated how eager he was to have his next meal, how the only thing that gave him the slightest bit of energy was the promise of another delivery of a cooler of blood bags. How or where she was getting them he didn't know and he didn't care.

There were some safeties in place as they tried to keep physical contact to a minimum but despite their circumstances and in spite of his new found cravings, he missed her. He missed her company, her warm voice, her gentle but firm spirit, her convictions, his closest and most trusted friend.

And he couldn't even hug her. "You really don't have to do this." he said, trying to keep compose as his all too eager fingers fiddled with the bag, the plastic crinkling as he opened it and started drinking from it, sucking it up dry like it were a capri sun.

But he was so glad she was. Yes, there was temptation in her being here but she also kept him grounded otherwise he might go stir-crazy under quarantine.

He licked the blood from his lips, already his throat was feeling better. "I don't suppose they're any closer in finding out what the hell is wrong with me?"

[deadkenndy]

@biohvzvrd for Claire. oop

So much had happened in the past few days, it was all a blur. Last thing he remembered was going on a mission and being ambushed, then everything went black. That creepy old house was the last place he visited, when he arrived it was seemingly empty until he learned it wasn't.

He awoke in the morgue, his body was cold and he gasped for air as life came back to him. There was a tightness in his chest, a sense of panic built inside of him as he banged against his metal enclosure. "Hey, hey what the hell?"

Hours ago, Leon Kennedy had been pronounced dead but that was no longer the case. "Can anybody hear me?"

[deadkenndy]

@infxction for Chris.

It had been all a blur. One simple mission shouldn't have gone so wrong. The last thing he recalled was being ambushed and sharp teeth sinking into his neck before everything went black.

They said his heart stopped, he had been pronounced dead, but by some miracle, he was there; present and awake. His head was pounding like his heart and he almost didn't see Chris in the blinding bright lights of the ambulance. He gasped for air as if he were coming up from under water and every never in his body felt like it was on fire, his eyes stung from the light and slowly but surely he regained composure, his heart still rapidly beating in his chest. "Chris?" He squinted as he held up his arm to shield himself, adjusting to his new found sensitivity. "Is that you?"

[deadkenndy]

"want to do something stupid to take your mind off all this?"

WHEN IT GETS HARD || SENTENCE STARTERS.

"Like what?" Leon quirked a tired brow. His head was pounding, his gums and teeth hurt, he wasn't even sure who turned him, only that he had been pronounced dead hours before. A mission had gone awry and they found his body dumped in a ditch with two punctured holes in his neck.

These things didn't just happen.

"Do I even want to know what kind of 'stupid things' you get up to?" Leon had his doubts, Marco was one of them and for all he knew, he could've been in that house and been the one to make him like this.

He was also the only other vampire he had run into since this happened. Was it a coincidence? He wasn't sure, but seemed like a helluva coincidence.