vampire!viktor x reader
a/n: jamming to some tunes
also ive already written this like way before i started posting regularly for arcane, it was actually my first piece, but i ended up deleting it so here we are
warnings: blood, human experiments, mentions of suicidal thoughts, self loathing, may contain somewhat graphic detail of gore
There were many rumors when it came to the Undercity, others more sinister than others. These rumors were much surrounded by scientists, like Viktor himself. Rumors about things hiding in the shadows, retching screams coming from abandoned libraries and labs, people being found in alleyways so decimated that they were unrecognizable. But that's all they were, rumors.
Rumors that Viktor did not believe in and did not want to entertain. So why was he here? Standing in front of the abandoned lab where these instances, rumors, occurred most?
He told himself that he was only going to take a look around. The idea of people playing god, experimenting on humans and making them into monsters disgusted Viktor yet fascinated him all at once. He took a step further towards the foreboding building, stepping on shattered glass, making him look down.
The hairs on Viktor's neck raised. He felt eyes on him, he wasn't alone. He looked up and darted his eyes back and forth. They landed on the half opened door leading into the lab. He could hear shuffling and breathing that kept getting heavier.
Viktor swallowed before taking a step back. He gripped his cane tighter to the point where his knuckles turned white. He could barely make out the figure hiding in the shadows, behind the metal door, but it wasn't human, nor an animal.
He felt his blood run cold. His senses were heightened and suddenly he could hear everything. The breathing, it's nails scraping against the metal door and concrete floor, and something was dripping but Viktor couldn't tell what it was. The worst part was the smell, god it was almost unbearable. The rotting, putrid smell invading Viktor's airways making him want to throw up.
He couldn't help but cough, quickly covering his nose and mouth, a sad attempt to try and block the smell. Viktor looked back at the door once again and froze. The door was open all the way. It was done.
Where did it go? Viktor whipped his head around, trying to find it, any trace of it. He felt his heart racing and his breathing became more rapid. Did he imagine it? Did these rumors really get to him? No, no that can't be right.
Before Viktor knew what he was doing, he was walking towards the metal door. He couldn't stop himself. He opened the door a bit wider to let some more of the moon light in and immediately gagged. He took a step back leaning his hand against the building to steady himself.
It was the smell of a corpse. No, corpses. All in different stages of decomposition. Now Viktor wasn't a stranger to the smell, he's dissected many corpses over the years but they never smelled this awful.
Viktor was about to take a step closer but he stopped himself. No, he needs to leave while he still has the chance. Before that thing comes back. Viktor leaned on his cane to keep himself steady while leaving as fast as he could.
Once he was far enough away from the laboratory, Viktor leaned against a wall to catch his breath. His heart was thumping heavily against his chest and his heartbeat was all he could hear. He knew his hands were shaking, he didn't need to look. He ran one of them threw his messy hair.
He turned his head towards the direction of the lab making sure nothing was following him. He sighed in relief until feeling something wet drip on his head. Viktor's eyes widened as he slowly looked up.
He pushed himself away from the wall making him drop his cane. The creature was staring right at him, something close to a smile on it's face. Viktor fell to the ground, damning his right leg for being so useless. The last thing Viktor saw was the monster jumping on top of him, making his head slam against the solid ground.
Viktor's mouth was dry when he woke up and his body was burning. It felt like all his bones had been broken and he would've screamed if he could. He was paralyzed. That was until Viktor almost choked on his own vomit.
He got up, leaning on his hands and knees, before coughing up blood and whatever else came out. Viktor felt like he was there for hours, continuously throwing up blood thinking he was finished only to throw up more. He gasped for air wiping his mouth with his hand.
How long had he been out? Viktor slowly sat up and leaned against object he could. It was still dark out so obviously it hadn't been too long, at least that's what Viktor thought. He would've kept questioning things, about to tell himself it was dream until he realized his clothes were soaked.
He looked down to see his white shirt and vest to be covered in blood. Viktor hadn't even acknowledged the multiple bruises, cuts, and bite marks...? He slowly curled up in a bawl, burying his face in his knees. How is he still alive? Why was he alive? What did that thing do to him?
Viktor looked up when he heard footsteps. What was he smelling? His mouth felt even more dry and it was hard to ignore. The footsteps got louder and Viktor stood up. He knew what he was about to do but he couldn't stop himself. Viktor smelt blood.
Rumors spread like wild fire when Viktor moved to Piltover and started working under Heimerdinger. The people made cruel jokes about how he was from the Undercity and compared him to nothing but a lowly dog. They never said it to his face though. Many people felt uneasy around Viktor and could tell something was wrong.
Heimerdinger was the only person who knew what Viktor was. What he was capable of. Viktor didn't tell him, Heimerdinger had already figured it out but he never said anything. They didn't talk about it either but Viktor found some kind of comfort that Heimerdinger still treated him with the same respect Viktor had for him. He treated him like a human even though Viktor lost that privilege.
The longer Viktor resided in Piltover, the rumors grew quieter and quieter. Maybe it was because Viktor started living in the shadows, trying to attract as little attention as possible or maybe it's because the other citizens wanted to ignore him. To forget that someone like him was amongst them.
Slowly Viktor got used to his new nature. The only problem that he consistently had to face was being able to feed. In the beginning some Piltover citizens were victims of Viktor's thirst, but as years passed by the easier it became to control himself. The raising suspicion and growing panic spreading over Piltover was another big play.
So here Viktor sat, staring over the city of Zaun at the edge of a building. He stared off blankly into the general direction of that damned laboratory as blood dripped from his lip. The drained body lying limp next to him. It's eyes still rolled up to the back of it's head.
The sun would rise soon making Viktor sigh. He spent many nights here, a new victim laying next to him, while Viktor waited for the sun to rise. He kept telling himself that he would stay there, let the sun take him and let the flesh melt off his body until his lungs gave out from screaming, but he never did. He justified these thoughts by telling himself he just wanted to see the sunrise one last time.
Another thing he was robbed of when his humanity was taken. When he became this disgusting monster, not worthy of anything but hate and death. But instead of waiting Viktor left. He returned to Piltover to continue to work with Heimerdinger. To continue his studies, pretending like he didn't have all eternity to study.
Viktor stood in the library, the drapes closed, as he scribbled equations and possible inventions he could create which would just look like complete gibberish who passed by. The door creaked open drawing Viktor's attention. He turned expecting to see Heimerdinger but was surprised to see a new face.
A beautiful face in fact. He tried not to stare focusing a little too hard on the chalk board while occasionally stealing glances. You peaked your head around the library holding a few books along with papers which weren't stacked very neatly.
"Excuse me?" You asked making Viktor look at you. His throat became dry and if he had any blood rushing through his body, he was sure his cheeks would be pink. Viktor cleared his throat.
"Yes?" He asked putting the piece of chalk down. It had been so long since someone had looked at him without fear in their eyes. Your eyes were filled curiosity. He immediately knew you were a newly graduated student who was mentoring under Heimerdinger.
"Do you know where Heimerdinger may be?" You ask, he could tell you were nervous. He could smell it. Viktor noticed you starting to looking around some more, avoiding eye contact.
"He won't come in for another hour." Viktor says leaning on his cane. You furrow your eyebrows and look at the library doors.
"Why are you here then?" You ask and Viktor is a little taken aback by your question. It wasn't an outrageous question but nobody ever questioned Viktor. Probably because they were too scared to.
"I always come in early. I enjoy the silence while working." Viktor realized how rude it sounded when he said it. You looked down as a tension formed between the two of you. "But I suppose I don't mind the company of an eager mind willing to learn..." Viktor says quietly and apologetically.
"Are you sure?" You ask and Viktor nods gesturing to a seat nearby. You smile before taking a seat.
"I apologize, I'm not exactly... a people person." Viktor says turning back to the chalk board. He heard a quiet understanding before flipping pages.
Viktor pauses after a few minutes feeling eyes on him. He tried not to make it noticeable but he knew you were staring. You were quiet, silently observing him muttering and writing things down with the occasional erasing his work.
He wasn't used to this. It had been so long since someone had actually willingly accompanied him. Hadn't you heard the rumors that floated around him? Did you just not care? No, that couldn't be it. You just didn't hear them yet so he shouldn't get use to the idea of someone wanting to be around him. No matter how much he craved a companion, someone who didn't fear him. It didn't matter that neither of you talked to each other, the comfortable silence was enough for him.
It became a bit harder for Viktor to focus. He could hear your heart pumping in your chest, your quiet breathing, the smell of your blood that smelled so sweet mixed with the subtle smell of your perfume. Viktor closed his eyes trying to collect his thoughts.
He couldn't stop the thoughts that ran through his head. The idea of caressing your warm cheek, gently moving down your arm. Your eyes staring right into his, giving him that gentle and welcoming smile you gave him. He knew he was getting ahead of himself imagining what it felt to kiss you. What you tasted like. Viktor's breath was getting a bit heavier and you were about to ask if he was okay, but luckily Heimerdinger walked in at just the right time.
The next thing Viktor knew, Heimerdinger called you over. You stood up but before you walked over, you gently ran your hand over Viktor's back to his shoulder.
"Thank you for letting me hanging out in here." You said giving him a smile. You walked off and Viktor stared off seeing you meeting with Hermerdinger. Viktor knew he was in trouble, especially if you were going to continue coming in as early as he did.
Viktor walked out of the library to collect himself. He kept reminding himself that he shouldn't get used to it. That you'll be scared off but he kept thinking of your gentle touch across his back making him run his fingers through his hair. Viktor wanted you.
No, he craved you and that's what scared him most.
part two?