I had noticed there was very little for vampire Caesar and thought this would be a good idea. Also, the art below belong to @deathbewrryyy who is an incredible artist so please give them credit for this amazing art piece!
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Ice cold fear tightened around in her veins, digging their thorns into her flesh and scraping down her bones. Her nerves shook under her skin, making her entire body shake despite her best efforts to keep it still.
Shadows danced against the stone walls, making the carvings in them appear to be moving out the corner of her eyes. A coldness hung in the air like a cloud of smoke, nipping and chewing away at her exposed skin. Despite her fear, [Name] pressed on, she had to. She needed to find Caesar and get him out of this place. She got separated from Joseph and Lisa Lisa, and now she had no idea where she was, leaving her no option but to continue going forward to find the blonde Italian.
She wanted nothing more than to hold Caesar close, to feel his arms around her in that loving, warm embrace he gave her. To see that sparkle in his emerald green eyes that put stars to shame. To hear his voice... Shaking her head a little, she pushed those thoughts aside for the moment, there was more important circumstances to dwell on at the moment. She could think all of that when they got Caesar out of here safe and sound.
The corridor led her to a door. A quick look around told her that she was alone and she carefully reached out and touched the handle, turned it and pushed a little, and the door opened. Darkness greeted her, not a single glimmer of light flickered in the room unlike in the corridor.
Something about this set her on edge more so than before, she was unable to see three steps in front of her in that room, putting her at an immediate disadvantage if there was something else in that room. No, she shouldn’t continue this way. The smart thing to do would be to-
Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of movement, so quiet that she just about heard it. Her heart drummed against her chest, a fresh wave of cold fear washing over her but she stood her ground, she couldn’t turn and flee, not when Caesar needed her. She took a calming breath to soothe her racing nerves before stepping into the room.
“Remember your training. Remember their advice.” she thought to herself, playing Lisa Lisa’s, Joseph’s and Caesar’s advice to her over in her head. Taking a quiet breath, she focused her Hamon through to her hands, emitting a soft glow that chased some of the darkness away; enough to let her see in front of her. And she wished she didn’t.
Not five steps in front of her was a hunched figure, his head buried in another figure’s neck, low sounds heard from him. The soft glow of her Hamon seemed to catch the figure’s attention, drawing his focus away from the corpse and to her; her heart dropped at the sight of him.
Golden blonde hair that were soft to the touch and pushed up slightly from the headband that dawned two small feathers. Eyes that should have been emerald green now glowed a crimson red with a hunger like that of a starved animal; the pale pink birthmarks sitting just under them on his cheekbones. Death pale skin smeared with dried blood that once trickled down the sides of his head. Fresh blood staining his lips as he hissed at her, revealing fangs behind his lips.
No. T-This was true...This had to be an illusion. No matter how her thoughts clashed and screamed at her that this was not real, she knew it was. They were too late. Caesar...
Before she could react, Caesar hissed at her, lunging forward towards the new source of blood, hunger clouding his mind. This new thirst that plagued his body was unlike anything he has ever endured before, he needed to feed. He needed to taste the blood beneath her soft, delicate skin.
[Name] turned on her heel and bolted, she was not going to attack Caesar but she was not going to let him kill her. “Caesar! Please, stop! It’s me, [Name]!” If her words reached him, he didn’t show it as he only chased after her, refusing to let this source of fresh blood escape him. Pushing off on his foot, he tackled her to the ground roughly, pinning her down and leaning down, inhaling her scent.
“Mmm, so sweet...such a wonderful aroma...” His tone held a slight hiss to it that made fear coil around her like a spring. There was such hunger in his glowing eyes, even though he was feeding only seconds ago. Her attempts to free herself were fruitless against the blonde, his newfound strength easily overpowering her.
“Caesar, look at me. Please, remember me.” [Name] spoke, no, begged. She didn’t want Caesar to become the monster those things made him, she knew that her Caesar Zeppeli was still in there. And she was going to reach him. Her [Eye colour] orbs looked straight into his crimson red ones, searching for any glimmer of the man she loved.
“Of course I remember you, dear, sweet cara.” Those words struck through her chest, releasing a new sense of cold fear coursing through her. One hand came to rest on her cheek, his touch colder than ice and making her flinch at it, gently caressing it as if she was a prized possession. A twisted fondness in his eyes as he looked at her. “How could I forget you? You are my everything, aren’t you?”
His voice was laced with this unsettling softness yet his eyes held that glow, a predator taunting his prey. She was perfect to him. She was everything for him. After all, she was his lover, his darling, his cara, his everything. No one in the entire world could love her the way he did, appreciate her beauty and kindness the way he did. She belonged by his side, no one was even close to being worthy of her expect for him.
Now, with his newfound powers, he could protect her far more than he ever could before. He was no longer bound by human morals and weakness, no longer bound by humanity. No, he was so much more now. How could he have been so blind beforehand?
His hand continued to caress her soft skin, so warm under his icy touch like a gentle candle flame. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Even with the fear in her [Eye colour] orbs she called eyes.
“Oh cara, don’t look at me like that.” he spoke softly, leaning closer to her. “There is no reason to be afraid of me, after all, I would never harm you.” With that, he leaned closer to her neck, pressing soft kisses along it and leaving faint smears of the blood from his lips. Her heart raced as he did, her pulse lightly beating against his lips and a spark of hunger rushed through him.
Her scent was nothing short of intoxicating. He was incapable of functioning with her, and not just because of her blood. He needed her. Every inch, every bit of her, he needed it.
His fangs inched in his mouth before he sunk them into her delicate neck, tasting her crimson liquid. The second it touched his tongue, he couldn’t stop the moan he made. It was incredible, unlike anything he has ever tasted before. So rich with flavour, warm and sweeter than any fine wine he has drunk.
A pained cry escaped her lips as he drunk, trying to push him away from her but unable to get him to budge, powerless against him, feeling he drain her blood from her. He pulled away, the crimson liquid dripping from his lips a little before he licked it up.
“Wonderful. You are so delicious, my sweet [Name].” He leaned close again, this time, locking their lips together. Hunger in his lips as he kissed her, one hand pressing her shoulder down to keep her in place and the other holding her cheek. Her lips didn’t reciprocate, instead, she wanted to pull away from him and run as far away as she could; despite her earlier desire to aid him.
She knew her Caesar. She knew the man who had taken her heart and protected it, cherished it as he cherished her. This...thing was not her Caesar. There was no trace of the man she once knew, only this twisted warped monster who looked like him.
He pulled away, the taste of her own blood sprinkled on her lips from the kiss. “C-Caesar, please. This isn’t who you are. Please.” Her voice was weak, strained with fear. He looked at her as if she was nothing more than a prized gem. Something to cherish but as an item rather than a living being. And that terrified her. A smile lifted his lips, a cold smile that was foreign to his features.
“Oh cara.” His ice cold hand gently caressed her cheek, the action was almost loving, “This is who I am. I am more free now. And I am not going back.” His glowing crimson eyes pierced through her, taking in the fear carved into her face. “Don’t look at me like that. We finally have our wish.”
He leaned in close again, lips brushing softly against her cheek and pressing a soft kiss on it, sending small goosebumps along her skin like that of a winter’s breeze.
The glow in Caesar’s eyes was not right, the way his eyes glowed brightly despite the low, dim light unsettled Joseph. The way he spoke, the way he was acting. This wasn’t right of Caesar.
Joseph: Turn into a bat! Vampire Caesar: No! Joseph: Please! Vampire Caesar: I can't. Joseph: Aw. Can you turn into anything? Vampire Caesar: *sighs. Turns into a fluffy cat* Joseph: You're so fluffy! *goes to hug*
Joseph, ten minutes later, covered in scratches: Worth it.
