Some old unfinished doodles I had featuring @smellyvampirez’s Vampire Loboto and my character PJ. They would not get along in this AU.
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I am absolutely in love with @winslowdraws Vamp!Loboto so I couldn't help but draw the handsome Devil up! I couldn't settle which version I liked better so I'm just uploading both.
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Felt compelled to write a little story that's been banging around in my head, courtesy of @smellyvampirez's vampire Loboto artwork. Plus got some little sketches to go along with it. Hope you enjoy.
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*Warning* Contains blood, and hardcore vampire stuff, plus generally angsty vibes. Reader discretion advised. Full story below cut.
It had been a while now. PJ couldn't be sure of the exact days, as time was hard for her to keep track of, but she could tell it had been a while due to the scabs.
There was a routine that she followed with the checkups the doctor preformed weekly. Examination, full physical assessment, a small test of her psychic abilities, and finally, a blood test. This part was always fuzzy, he'd take a bit of blood from the crook in her arm every time, the loss of it must exacerbate her memory loss. She could never remember the end of the tests, only to find herself being escorted back to her room by either Sheegor or Crispin.
PJ peaked under the bandage. Usually, the frequency of the these tests left her arm scabby. She wasn't sure how many times he'd taken her blood, but it was enough for her to know what the wound should look like by the time the next exam day came around.
Now it was almost healed over, which could only mean she hadn't given blood in a long time.
It was hard for PJ to trust her memory, she didn't have any memories most of the time, but there did seem to be a feeling of routine break, that something was out of rhythm. It could just be that there were no more blood tests, but she couldn't recall a change in that pattern.
She hadn't been called for exam at all. In a long while it would seem.
She couldn't even recall when she had seen Loboto last... where was he?
The amnesiac patient absentmindedly thumbed the rusty red bandage on her forearm, worn now with extended wear. The action sparked a small memory.
She was thumbing the bandage, following Sheegor, her hunchback caretaker, as they went around inspecting the asylum's integrity. It was something that was done periodically. But something was amiss.
"Hey, Sheegor?"
"Hmm?" The older woman peaked down an elevator shaft they were passing.
"Where is Loboto?"
After a pause, Sheegor let out a sigh, looking her way with a tired expression.
"He's gone away for a bit," She said, trying to cover up the exhaustion of having to say this for who knows how many times, but PJ heard the suppressed annoyance, and instantly felt bad.
"Oh..." The next question hung in her throat for a few minutes, the embarrassment of knowing she'd unknowingly repeated herself made her keep her mouth shut, but as they got to one of the upper floors, close to the lab now, she felt his absence through the walls, and that weight finally un-cagged it. "When is he coming back?"
This pause was different. The wrinkles on Sheegor's face were of deep concern and something else unsaid. Quickly, she tried to hide it, giving PJ a weak smile. "Oh, um, soon, very soon!" Her voice squeaked with false reassurance.
PJ blinked, how long ago was that? A thin layer of sweat formed on the back of her neck, and PJ felt the pricks of anxiety start to effect her insides. Where was the doctor? Was he ok?
Overwhelmed, she hugged her legs close, forehead resting on her knees as if in prayer. She knew it would give her a headache, but she couldn't help it if it meant knowing he was well. He was everything, the only thing that PJ felt was constant enough, that one memory she could not forget, would not forget. Like the support beam of a house, she feared that his removal meant the entirety of her mind would come crashing down, and it scared her to no end.
So, against better judgement, she reached out with her psychic abilities, branching out like ectoplasmic worms through the ether, roots searching for a trace of him and his essence, to know if he was ok, somewhere out there in the world.
Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok, please-
Suddenly, much sooner than she expected, she found him.
But something was wrong.
Like feeling she had touched a hot stove, PJ stood up with a jolt, head snapping up. Her gaze met the ceiling of her padded room, but she was looking, feeling, beyond it.
He was up in the lab! He was back, she was sure of it! Only something, like a cloud, was swirling up there. An emotion of some kind, she wasn't sure what. Felt like trouble.
Without thinking, she got out of her cell and was soon racing up the towers. The night air whistled in her ears as she ascended the crumbling building. It was late, by which that meant it was approaching dawn. That made her nervous, as the sun was too bright for her eyes. But that worry was pushed down as she finally made it to the elevator.
As the birdcage-like lift reached the lab, it felt like PJ had entered into a dark storm cloud. There was a dangerous feeling in the air.
Go back said a voice in her head, a voice she always ignored.
PJ approached the ladder to the lab, noting the crow that was always there. It must have sensed it too, as it was flatted on the floor of it's cage, shrinking away from a commotion that was now audible from above.
Don't said the voice, as she climbed up the ladder and entered the lab.
It was dark. The only light was the paling sky coming through the windows. PJ's eyes were slow the adjust, but she could vaguely make out what was going on.
It was the doctor, no question, she'd recognize his silhouette anywhere. Though at first it was a little hard to see it was him given how fast he was moving. The crashing and shattering commotion was definitely him, and him alone. He was throwing things, upturning equipment, a shrill vocal peal of his voice was one of desperation. PJ felt it on him in waves; fear, need to find it, where is it, out of, no more, where, where is, need, need, NEED-
"Doctor!"
All at once, the shape in the dark froze. Two lights appeared, his eyes snapping to look at her. PJ felt her chest tighten with alarm, but as to why, she didn't know.
".. I-I'm glad you're back. Are you ok?"
There was no movement other than a very slight tilt of the head.
"Do," PJ's eyes flicked to the debris of empty plastic bags on the ground, "Do you need help finding something?" Wait, her eyes went back to the bags, they were familiar... stained.
Her eyes flicked up just as his did as well, and they held gaze for a moment before she heard a soft chuckle from him.
"No," her doctor giggled, his teeth flashing, "I found it." Something in PJ's stomach dropped as a wave of something else hit her, something hungry.
RUN the voice yelled, and this time PJ heeded it. But it was all too late.
What happened next was too fast.
Unsteady, PJ glanced away, stepping toward the ladder, tripping and falling toward the opening. Only she didn't fall, as a large rubber hand gripped her arm and pulled her back. The relief at being saved from the fall was soon replaced with confusion as she found herself hoisted off the ground, the grip on her arm tightening like a vise. She felt the metal next, pulling at her, then cold air hitting her shoulder as her straightjacket gave way, buckle snapping and zipper tearing. Alarm mounted, the removal to her was like something pulling off her skin. What was going on!? A frantic attempt to pull away was met with a steel grip, metal claws closing her throat, the prosthetic elbow pining her wrist as she blindly tried to get way. Then, the claws tugged her head, and something pieced her shoulder.
A surprised shriek left her lungs as the bolt of pain shot through her. She could feel muscles and tendons being parted, then hot wetness. Animalistically, she struggled, bleating and kicking like a trapped fawn, but the form that held her was like mahogany.
Then came the slurping.
It was loud in her ear, the sound of wet, desperate gulps.
But what was worse was the new waves of emotion that she felt emanating from him. They didn't have words, only the feeling of satiation, satisfaction, and the need for more. And more. MORE!
And he kept going, and going. He seemed deaf to her cries, weak from the grip on her throat. It was when she couldn't moved her legs, when the cold began to creep in, when the dots started to dance in her vision, she remembered where she had felt this before.
"I just need a little more, PJ dear."
The needle in her arm hurt, and she did her best to look away. Seeing the red moved through the tube, into the little pouches, was sickening. If she watched, she'd faint faster.
"Why... why do you need so much?"
A playful giggle tickled her ear, "Well, I'm going to be gone a bit. Business trip, meeting with client, you know how it is."
PJ didn't understand. "What.. Where... are you... going to..." Her head swam and she sagged forward, almost falling off the chair. A rubber palm caught her.
"Ah, ah, careful there, don't want you falling over and breaking that egg of yours!"
The palm cupped her cheek and through the growing soft darkness, she saw the red and green lights.
"I gets so peckish on the road!" Without a care, he flashed his teeth, "And your blood is the perfect pick-me-up. My favorite little midnight snack!"
That brought things back into focus, confusion and revelation filling her, "Wh-what?"
But it was too late, and Loboto knew it. He grinned, his sharp teeth bared with a knowing confidence. "Oh, don't you fret dearie." With his claw, he popped the tube out of the last blood bag and brought the dripping end to his lips. "You won't remember this," like a straw he sipped, and PJ could feel the suction pull in her veins as consciousness left, a chuckle the last thing she heard, "You never do..."
And she was going limp now, falling away into shadow. He was taking too much. He was too hungry, too hungry to stop.
Soon, she'll be nothing.
Just an empty plastic pouch.
But then the voice again. It shouted in defiance.
NO!
There was a sudden cry, and she feel to the ground. Through the swirling black, she could make out the doctor clutching the side of his head. What just happened?
"Argh! You abhorrent little abomination!" He snarled, fangs baring, and lunged.
There was a sudden pull, like being tugged on a string, and she was suddenly flying across the floor, dodging the pounce. She watched as she was pulled away backwards, leaving a red trail behind, and the last thing she saw of him was two fiery eyes and a bloody maw twisted in rage before she was flung out the lab and over the catwalk railing.
And she was falling.
Falling.
falling...
...
WAKE UP!
PJ snapped awake just in time to see the ground speeding towards her. Out of instinct, she caught herself, and levitated a moment before collapsing onto the ground.
She was on a landing near the middle of the tower.
She had to hide.
With the last of her strength, she pulled herself into the building, finding an empty room with a cot. She crawled underneath it and curled into a little ball.
Her shoulder was wet, she could smell blood. Touching it, she found fresh wounds. Light was starting to come in through the windows. She felt a wave of fear.
With her straightjacket and stuffing from the mattress above, she dressed the wound as best she could. She felt herself retreating into sleep.
As the sun began to rise, PJ shut her eyes. The light was always too bright. It felt more so now... it almost hurt...
...What was going on?
END
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I applied Loboto to Ryslig, a dreamwidth monster-themed RP game I've been a part of forever, and he got assigned vampire which is GREAT, I went with my usual more monstery take on vampires to differentiate him from other very wonderful vampire Lobotos
