How did the team find you? Starving, alone, and afraid, heart pounding loud enough to be a beckon just a mile away from their safe house. Simon thought you were a strangler that needed to be picked off. Instead, he brought back a shaking little lamb.
When Simon first set you down in the wolfs' den safe house, you were sure they were going to drain you dry and leave you behind.
"Skinny thing, not much blood to go around." John grunts in displeasure as he squeezes your face softly. "Worth feeding it so it can feed us."
"We can keep it?" Johnny pipes up as he pokes at your sides just to make you jump.
"I found it, I get the first bite." Simon growls possessivly, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck.
"You can't eat shit from it if it isn't fed." Kyle rolls his eyes as he rifles through the safe house and comes out with two granola bars. "This is good for now. We'll get some steak at the butchers. We'll need the iron."
"Are you going to kill me?" The four vampires snap their gazes to you, smirking softly to themselves.
"And kill our brand new blood bag? I don't think so, love." Kyle chuckles as he unwraps a granola bar and pushes it to your lips. "Come on, eat up. You'll need your strength."
You wake in the morning to birds chirping, sunlight streaming through the living room bay window. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up. Today your game plan is to figure out what to do. You're not sure where to start, how does one prepare to barter themselves off?
You snagged a notebook and pen, sitting at the kitchen table. You start writting your wants down on one side of the page. Ten minutes later half of them are scratched out. You know most of your wants will be denied even with your blood on the line. You tap the pen on the table, mind swirling.
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Johnny opens the camera link, clicking through the channels until he finds her in the kitchen. He squints, trying to see what shes writting.
"Shes writting something." He calls out, glancing back at Price. Hes sitting reading a pamphlet about a boat tour.
"Oh?"
"Aye, cant see what though. Shes got terrible posture."
Kyle's laugh sounds to his left, "Like you have room to talk." He could practically hear Johnny's eyes roll.
Simon emerges from the shadow of the door. "Shes thinking." He moves to stand by Johnny, hand rubbing his jaw. His teeth have been aching for the past hour. "Bet shes thinking bout negotiations...."
Kyle looks up so fast his neck pops. "Really!?"
Price takes a drag off his cigar, "Easy lads. We all know she'll want things we cant allow."
Gaz lets out a groan, "You're right..."
Johnny stares so hard at the screen his eyes start to water.
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The next three hours is filled with scribbling and scratching. The writing in the notebook is scratched out numerous times. Crumpled paper surrounds you. Not able to decide on what you logically can have, you let out a long sigh.
"Having trouble?"
You nod, "Yes."
"Mmm"
. . .
Your head wips to the side, eyes taking in the very large man standing beside you. Hes wearing a dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. Black dress pants and jewelry. Shooting to your feet you knock over the chair you were sitting in.
"Wa? Who the hell are you!?" You yell at the man, eyes trying to locate something to use as a weapon.
The man holds up his hands in surrender, laughing. "I am a friend. I figured you'd be bored out of your mind with your boys gone. I came to keep you company, have you eaten yet?"
He stares at you waiting for an answer while your trying to wrap your head around his presence. Oh. Of course they wouldnt trust you by yourself. You deflate, body defaulting to doll again. Face going blank and eyes dulling. The man's smile falters.
"Those idiots. Dont know how to take care of delicate things, yes?" He touches a finger to your shoulder and poof.
A warm glow surrounds you and your clothes change from your nightgown to a comfortable pair of jeans, a plan pink shirt, and some sneakers. It catches you off guard and you squeak.
"There! Much better attire for an outing!" The man takes one of your hands and pulls you to the door. "Shall we drive, little one?"
Thoughts swirl in your head, what the hell was happening? Who is this man? Where were the others? Is this a test? But the only thing you can muster out is,
"I cant leave!"
He lets out a loud laugh as he opens the door revealing a sports car. "Of course you can leave, Im with you. Dont worry about Price, he has no power over me."
He puts you in his fancy sports car, even buckles your seat belt for you. The awkward car ride of him chatting about random things, you answering his questions in short answers.
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Nikolai watches her out of the corner of his eye. Observing her and her reactions. She hasn't gotten enough sun at all, he can tell she doesnt get much peace. His eyes glow for a flash of a second, of course her souls glow is dimmed low. Those damn idiots.
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The restaurant is bright and cheerful. The big man, Nikolai or Nik he says, orders for the both of you. When the waiter leaves to put in your order Nik sets his hands on the table. You hold his gaze for a few seconds before diverting to the napkin on your lap.
"I am truly sorry." His voice is calm and steady, "Price and his boys are not the most.... mmmm.... sweet?"
He sees the way her souls color flickers from the faded yellow to red hot before it receeds to a smoldering gold.
"Why are you here?" Your voice is barely above a whisper.
"This place has the best burgers around."
You click your tongue, "I want to go home."
"Back home? And here I thought youd like some fresh air-"
You cut him off, "MY home. Not my kidnappers house. MY apartment in MY city."
He sighs and lays his head in a hand, "Come now, surly you know that life is gone. Be realistic little one. The people you knew have most likely been paid off by the military you served."
You clench your teeth so hard you swear he hears them creak. "Screw you and everyone else."
It gets you a small pity smile, "There are many who have it far worse you know. Many who get beaten or starved. As far as captors, they are good men. I know it is... shitty as they say, but Price has not harmed you, the others have not harmed you. Though I'm sure Johnny persistant mind drilling is tiring."
The waiter chooses then to return with two plates of a giant hamburger and cheese fries. Your stomach betrays you amd growls. Nikolai laughs loudly.
"Now now, eat up little one. And tell me about your old flyer friend."
Confused you look at him, "Flyer?"
His smile is practically blinding as he goes into a long conversation about an old teammate of yours. The one who does stunt flying in their early forced retirement.
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"John!" Simon shout through the mind link, "We've a problem."
It has John rushing out of bed, poor Kyle loosing his pillow and waking up. John rushes to the computer, "What's wrong?"
Simon points to a clock in the background of an image, "Damn clock has been stuck at 3:00pm for the past two hours."
John squints, its clearly daytime in the video. Its pitch black outside. Fuck. He frantically switches between cameras, they are all frozen at 3:00pm.
"Kyle! Get over there pronto!"
Kyle disappears only to rlreturn with a confused look, "I cant?"
"Cant?" Johnny's sleepy voice sounds from the couch.
"There's a block at the house, cant even get into town."
A growl rips from John's throat, "Nikolai that dammed bastard!"
Horny asks or som'n som'n I saw earlier and just, my thoughts went sideways earlier.
So som'n som'n a) vampires when they yawn do it like snakes where their fangs come out and stuff
Som'n som'n b) vampires who need extra salt in the winter, cause good vamplings that don't hunt humans, can gorge on animals they find all they want and desperately need more salt intake. What better substitute then salt or cum. Their body would happily, and kinda really needs it anyways, absorb it from any possible source.
C) little fat gorged vamplings all too happy to be dicked/pussied down and suck off anyone the little bloody sluts.
D( no I don't know where I was going with this, just woke up from a nap but enjoy that idea. 🙂↕️
Reading this was like getting punched in a boxing match but in like a really good way. Like Wham. But also wham ! And it kept getting better. About to CoD and 141 ur idea hottie nonny 🙏 this was so fun to write up omg it just got longer and longer. I want more.
I wrote this for the entirety of the last basketball game. Quick and unedited.
18+ smut at the end.
Imagine like, a world where Vampires are integrated-ish, vampires make up about so about 3-5% of the pop. (250-300 million), more than enough that they become a regular part of society. (pretend all the legal/cultural stuff solves itself mostly womp womp)
In this world, attack dog vampires are favored. Vampires utilized for military, policing, PMCs, security. Vamps have other jobs in the world of course, the notable ones include being paid universal blood donors (this is an idea I've been obsessed with since I've discovered vampires as a kid but idk how to explain my reasoning. Like you only get turned vampy with bite and blood, but blood alone is good), sex workers who know their niche, dangerous/high risk jobs, and an all-vampire UFC type fighting ring where fights are crazy and so cool.
Important note, biting & the biting vampire's blood turns people. Not just a bite. It takes both.
Anyway, back to our boys. Price, who's as human as they come ("booooo Hat whyyy" shhhhhhh). He's been in long enough to have seen his fair share of Vamps. They get treated pretty rough in the military, blood lust can become an issue if they don't train 'em hard and keep 'em on a leash.
Vampire Ghost who got turned by Roba. (Roba didn't know what he created. Thought he killed Ghost, turns out he made a vampire. Something something Ghost as Roba's spawn eats at Ghost for years). Ghost comes out blood fuckin' thirsty and raging. Kills Roba and everyone. He gorges for days on the bodies in his wake before Price finds him. Price helps him fix it as best he can. But Ghost's days on fresh blood in his rage is near irreversible. He can live on animals, needs human blood to thrive. Price let's Ghost use what he needs. Ghost is near toxicly dependent on Price for emotional, physical, and sexual stability. It's a dangerous relationship. Price knows that. But no one's denying that Ghost, flaring his fangs like a damn demon, mask cut or modified so that when it happens it works, is a scary, terrifying fucking beast in the field.
Vampire Gaz who grew up a natural born vampire. His family is ancient. Well known family, renowned for their service and deeds to humanity, and vampires. He knows how to take care of himself. Knows what animals are his favorite. He's a balancing force on the 141. He has his moments, like any vamp, but Price knows that a good meal normally calms him down. Or a good fuck. Gaz'll take both. Flares his fangs when he's feeling threatened, but grew up with the vampire culture to know, when how, and what it means. (Unlike Ghost, who's just a scary, biting dog)
Human Soap (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) who grew up around enough vamps to not be worried about it in the slightest. Joining the military only exposed him more. And as he understands it, it's only right to let your vampire brother in arms suck your cock to make sure he's okay in the winter. (*Cough* Whore.)
Then he gets the invitation from the Captain. And joining the 141, full of the most elite vampires in the world, is a crazy time. These bastards are fun. They snarl at the enemy when shit hits the fan. Gaz's lip twitches when Soap annoys him, exposing his left fang. They fight damn fuckin' good.
And at this point, Ghost has chilled tf out and leads his unit well. But Soap notices the tension after missions. Soap notices when Ghost disappears for a night or three with Price. Soap knows, eventually, what it means. (Price either hides the bites well, or Ghost isn't biting his neck. (thighbitesthighbitesthighbites).)
As time passes, the vamps do get protective of their humans on the 141. Gaz does not miss the opportunity to explain that it's an instinct: protect your humans because they're your source of life.
And Gaz is protective at worst. A little defensive, but he knows how to control it, what it is. Knows that when he exposes his fangs at Alejandro (and Ale does it back) there's no hard feelings, it's just posturing, just making sure Ale knows that Price and Soap are his.
Price lets it go. Soap adores and teases the affection from Gaz.
Ghost, on the other hand, doesn't know better, well logically he knows, but damn if logic isn't stronger than his blood instinct. Damn if it isn't Price who keeps him fucking alive so any threat to Price is a direct threat to himself. (But also hnnnggg ghostprice)
And then, eventually of course, Johnny happens. In this universe, after an event like Alone in Las Almas, Soap and Ghost are exhausted. Ghost hasn't seen Price in at least 2 weeks, maybe more, he's itching for blood, for something. Soap's bleeding wound doesn't help at all. Ghost can smell him the entire truck ride. Hear his heart hammering to keep up. Can see how much calmer and dazed Soap is and something in him screams prey.
He can't, he won't. But Soap knows, and Soap might not understand it but he'll be damned if his lieutenant is suffering and holding on by a thread. He lets Ghost patch up his arm. Lets him lead and lead and take back the Vaqueros (or something) (haha slowburn). And when it's over. When they get someplace truly safe. When Ghost begins to retreat but Price has shit to take care of and paperwork to do before they meet with Kate later...
So Soap follows, and pesters. He's rough on Ghost, scolding for not taking care of himself.
Ghost is quiet, half flaring fangs just to warn Soap to fuck off.
But Soap won't. Of course not. But Ghost isn't going to drink Soap's blood. He won't. Refuses.
That's how John "Soap (whore)" MacTavish ends up braced against a wall getting his cocked milked for all it's worth.
He's come three times already, just Ghost's mouth around him, wet and hot. He's shaking, crying, whining, begging Ghost just to fuck him. To fill him. To finish this.
Ghost's only reply is lick from the base of Soap's cock to swirl at the tip. He knows his fourth orgasm is on its way, one thigh lifted on Ghosts shoulder. And when he shatters, not an ounce left to give, balls sucked dry, Ghost lets him collapse into his arms.
Ghost carries him to his own quarters. Lays him in bed. And holds the quivering, shaking, crying Scotsman in his arms. He can't offer much warmth, doesn't know how, doesn't know that Soap wants to hear they're both okay. That he's better. That Soap is an angel and more than Ghost deserves. How could he?
...
Soap wakes to an empty bed. But the nightstand holds a note from Price, just a "thank you" scribbled quick, and his favorite alcohol, the expensive kind.
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note: this absolutely takes some inspiration from @/bluegiragi 's Monster AU. If you haven't read it FUCKIN GO READ IT. >Tumblr link< It's my favorite fan comic rn ngl
When you step out onto the patio the concrete warms your bare feet. You embrace the warmth with a smile, the calm breeze ruffling your nightgown. The air here is so fresh as you breathe it in and the sun feels amazing on your skin.
You decide to explore the grounds, you doubt youd get another chance to do so alone. You knew as soon as they returned things will be the same. Stepping foot onto the grass you cant help the big smile that forms on your face. You spend the next hour exploring to your hearts content.
The fountain in the middle of the hedge maze has your heart. The water bringing brids and the flower a buffet for bees and butterflies alike. The secluded bench under the willow tree, a perfect place to read in peace. The beautiful flowerbeds full of different colors that line the fences make a beautiful sight. With a content sigh you decide on laying in the grass with the sun shining on you to rest.
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Kyle leans forward on his arms, eyes never leaving the screen. Focused solely on her form as she steps barefoot on the grass. The cameras provide footage of her day, the smile on her face etches itself into his mind. If only she'd smile like that when they were around.... If only she'd talk to them.....
Simon's voice breaks his thoughts.
"We're supposed to be givin her privacy."
Kyle sighs, "I just wanted to see her...." Simon's arms wrap around him, his head resting on his shoulder.
"She having a look round?"
"The yard and gardens, look how happy she looks."
Simon hums before placing a kiss to Kyle's cheek, "c'mon love, Let's leave her be." He pulls Kyle with him when he stands, their hands intertwining. Together they walk away from the computer, heading towards the 'battle plan' Price has spread on the table.
Spread out on the tabletop is various pictures of gifts, lists of restaurants near the house. Pamphlets for Activities. Price taking the whole whine and dine her thing seriously. They started this relationship, if you could call it that, extremely poorly. Now that he knows his clan is safe and they've got their mate in their house, he can focus on bringing her spark back.
They dont want a toy, a doll. No they want her to be her and each one of them know they've fucked up. They know she has no trust, no affection for them. If anything she would watch them burn without a care. Price just hopes they didn't break her....to badly.
Johnny sighs, his blue eyes closing. "Jus wanna hold er."
Kyle whines out in agreement as he joins Johnny on the couch. Simon pauses behind John, arms encircling the man's waist. Burrowing his nose into the crook of John neck and inhaling deeply. His tense muscles yielding at the scent of safety. It makes John let out a small chuckle, his boys are strong but still so childish at times.
"Its gonna be an uphill battle now. But we'll manage."
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Its 7pm and you've been hunkered down on the couch, you've watched so many movies after coming inside. The chocolates are gone, you couldnt stop yourself from eating them all. They were addictive. Now your hugging a couch pillow to your chest, thoughts swirling around in your head.
What are you going to do? What's going to happen when they come back? Should you try to leave? If you leave, won't you just poof back into your room? Who put the spell in place? Are there any loopholes? Could you barter with the 141? You know they'll need your blood eventually. Could you use that as a bargaining chip?
Price is angry, that is obvious. Though he's chosen to deal out punishment at a later time. He's got travel magazines thrown about on his desk. His boys flipping through them.
"Movin again are we?" Gaz asked showing Ghost a picture of a lake.
"Now that we've got her we don't have a need to be here." Price says patting his pockets looking for his lighter. Soap leans over the desk with his, lighting the cigar.
"Leavin for good this time?" Ghost asks, shaking his head at the boathouse Soap points to.
"We've done enough of their dirty work." Price takes a long drag, "I want to relax with my family for a time."
Gaz hums. Lounging on a soft couch cuddled up to Price sounds fantastic.
"Should we ask her?" Soap asks flipping through listing's.
"She ain't got a say yet."
"Fair enough."
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When you wake up your body is conflicted. The bed is so comfy and warm but it's from THEM. You fling back the covers with a groan. After what Ghost had said you now knew there wasn't any chance of them letting you go.
So your options were death or pet. You didn't like either option. Death was so...permanent and being a pet was just degrading to you. That's all you'd be, well besides a buffet of course....and is that really a life?
Locked away in a room until you're old and kick the bucket or till your lack of sanity makes them put you down? Hmmm I guess all options end in death.
You could smash the mirror and use the shards? Or somehow start a fire and sleep? You rummage around in your duffle for the apple juice. Not eating isn't gonna work, you need something quick and preferably less painful.
To focused on your thoughts you didn't notice a shift in the air. A subtle pull on your mind. Like a towel fresh from the dryer wrapped around you. Memories of your past slowly sweeping across your eyes.
You don't hear the door open, don't smell the light sweet scent of cigars. You don't feel the hands coming to pull you into a broad chest. Your mind full of fog. Fond memories swimming past until they bleed into ones of sorrow, ones of pain.
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He reads your memories like reading a book. Starting with the earliest and proceeding forward.
Some filled with fear like when you're 10 years old hiding under your bed as you parents scream at each other.
Some anger like when you were 23 at a bar when some guy wouldn't take no for an answer.
Some filled with hatred -he flinches a bit- sitting at the table, their faces staring back at her. Such rage as Laswell says she's staying here. Rage at him for making her sleep.
Then current memories, resignation to death. It makes him flinch away. Pulling away from your mind, both of your breathing heavy. Before you can come out of the daze. He makes you sleep, hugging you to him.
"Of course Kyle's right." He moves the hair from your face, "Should of done it differently...but we'll have time to make it up to you..."
You've given up, there's no fight left in you. What's the point in fighting when John can just wipe away your control over your own body? No you're tired of fighting. So very tired. It's been almost two weeks since the first breakfast when John had forced you to share his plate. You haven't spoken a word since.
They prompt you of course. Good mornings, how are you feeling. They ask what you want to do today, as if what you want matters. Clearly no one from your family or team are looking for you. No one's coming to save you. No, you'll be living (living?) the rest of your days with them.
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Your days start with a knock on your door, followed by either Kyle or Price entering your room. The curtains get opened to let in the morning light. A "Good morning, Love. How'd you sleep?" which you make no response to, instead you slowly get up, feet touching the wooden floor. They always give a small sigh at your silence.
Then they tell you the forcast for the day, a recommended outfit is laid out for you, "You can wear something else if you want to." (you don't believe them.) Then they leave you to shower and change. Expecting you at the table for breakfast within the hour. You do whatever they say without a word or protest. That's what they want right?
Breakfast is always -Johnny tries to get you to talk time- he always makes conversations to you. You just blankly stare at him and eat what was placed in front of you. You can feel him when he skims your thoughts now. It's like a soft caress to your brain. You're not sure what he finds in there these days. Even you don't know what to think, to you your mind is dark. What's there to think about? It's not like you have a future.
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It's after dinner that they're sitting around the table, (you having gone to bed already) red filled glasses in hand, their lips tinged crimson.
"She's sad." Kyle looks to the ceiling.
"Not sad, resigned?" Johnny sighs.
"Broken." Simon says softly.
John sets his empty glass down, "I'll have a talk with her."
"With all due respect, think it's better if we all talk together."
"I rushed this huh?"
"We all did."
"Needs her freedom. Schedules are for pets and kids." Simon's voice cuts through the kitchen.
"Thought the schedule would help her...", John runs a hand through his hair. "Guess I just made it worse..."
"She ain't gonna believe anything we say, ye know that."
"Actions speak louder than words. Let's take her outside?"
"And do what exactly? Sniff the damn flowers?"
"Ye know....we could take er into town..."
"Johnny...."
"Hear me out. Take her into town, let her do er own thing aye?" He sips the last of his drink, tongue swiping over his red lips. "Let her relax. S'not like she can tell anyone, Nik's hex keeps it that way.."
"She wouldn't be able to run either.."
"Could be nice to take her. Let her buy some stuff. Nice restaurant there, grab some lunch?"
Price knows he's beat, with a sigh he agrees and they begin planning tomorrow.
Your sat at a table, your duffle bag in a death grip, a look of pure anger on your face. Laswell is sitting to your left and the 141 is occupying the other seats.
"So let me get this straight." You lick your lips, "You've taken me from my home, and you expect me to be okay with being an all you can eat buffet?"
"Now it's not like that at all, I'm asking you to donate your blood for the good of the military." Laswell said.
"Asking means you get a choice in the matter." You scoff.
"You dont." The man in the creepy mask says.
You glare at him, fuck these guys. So what if they're important to the military. They can go fuck themselves. Mohawk man cackles, throwing his head back. Fucking freak. You turn your attention back to Laswell.
"Fuck this shit, I'm not doing it. Find someone else."
"There isn't anyone else. Your blood is desirable to all of us. It's easier to keep one person than four people." The captain said.
"So what then? My life doesn't matter? My career? I'm just supposed to be okay with being a fucking prisoner!?" You practically snarl at him.
Laswell sighed, shaking her head.
"It's nothing like a prison. You'd have everything you could ask for. You'd have your own room. You'd only have to give blood every 3 days. Besides you-"
She trailed off at the look you gave her. Do they not realize how fucked up this is? Probably. It's not like they'd care. Clearly they'd done this before.
"You've all got a screw loose if you think I'd be okay with this."
"Like Ghost said, you don't really have a choice, love." The captain said before snapping his fingers.
You suddenly got really tired. Oh screw him and his body manipulation. Before you fell asleep, you were able to mutter out a, "Screw you." Then you fell into darkness.
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"Well that went well...." Gaz sighed out staring at your sleeping form.
"Actually, it went better than I thought it would." Laswell went through some papers. "According to her records, she has a tendency to be violent. There are a few reports of fighting here and there. Destruction of property, both her own and her bases....hmmm various trips to medical for self injury, high pain tolerance. Multiple broken bone. Jeez, are you sure you want this one? Surly, there's an easier person?"
"This lass is the one, aye Cap'" Soap leans against Price, snuggling into his shoulder.
"She's the one. If you could only smell her Laswell, you'd understand. " Price pats Soaps head.
"Well, if you're all in agreement, let's get her settled into her room." Laswell stands, handing Price a copy of your records.
Ghost scoops you into his arms while Gaz opens the door. You're carried down a hallway.
