Hello! I have a new but also classic idea for you! I really love your story about the SBI vampires, but in that story, the reader is the youngest. But what if the reader was older? The reader is the very first "chick" of Philza, and when she was turned, she didn't mind (she didn't have any close ones, and it was an opportunity to be with a father figure), but when she was turned, she realized how much her father was suffocating her with affection, and she knew that she couldn't live with it. Despite her instincts, leaving Phil was difficult, and her body ached and trembled, and her inner connection with Ser demanded that she return, but freedom was more valuable. It turned out well, Phil lost her first chick, and it hit him very hard (was this the reason why he clung to his children so much? Perhaps.)
The reader went on a journey without a purpose. She just wandered from village to village or from city to city, staying for a maximum of two years. It was during this adventure that she met those who would later join the SBI coven. It wasn't her plan, but she just felt a strange connection.
She met Technoblade 75 years after she started her journey (she was already strong as a vampire, but she was weaker than most vampires of her level and age), and she arrived in a quiet village. While walking, she came across a 14-15-year-old boy who was practicing swordsmanship. Although he was not bad, she had seen and fought various people, and his stance was unstable. She challenged him to a sparring match, which she won, and then she began teaching him how to fight. She was the one who taught him that not all his enemies would fight fair. But two years later, she left because she hadn't changed, and people could understand that. As a parting gift, she gave Technobled a gold earring with an emerald.
She met Wilbur in the city (140 years after the start of the journey), where he was the bastard of a nobleman, not a beloved father, because of this, he often played in various bars where he was loved as a musician, but they often tried to rob him (he is a tall but skinny guy of 19 years old) the reader protected him from assholes and became she often met him after performances and walked around the city with him during the night, some passers-by called them a cute couple, but they saw each other as brother and sister, but half a year later the reader hurriedly left the city, as rumors of bloodless bodies began in the area, because of this she could easily be found by other vampires(not necessarily Phil) and she can't handle them. As a last gift, she gave her (second) adopted brother a tiara made of silver (an expensive item, but it looks like it's made of ordinary processed iron), and she instructed him to avoid walking at night and to carry mint with him (many vampires are even more allergic to mint than they are to garlic). After that, she continued her journey.
230 years after the escape. She met Tommy when he was a young vampire hunter (16-17 years old) and tried to catch up with her in the forest to kill her. However, she didn't consider him a significant threat, but she didn't want to recover from his failed attempt to kill her. As a result, Tommy almost fell off a cliff, but the reader saved him. she says she doesn't want the blood of such a young man on her hands (she mainly feeds on animal blood, and occasionally drinks the blood of criminals and moral degenerates who haven't been imprisoned). and this changes something in the guy's perception of vampires, and they end up traveling around the country together for 8-9 months, and Tommy becomes genuinely attached to this strange vampire who treats him like a brother. But then one day they run into other hunters in the city and they get caught, and they plan to kill her because she's a vampire and because she "hypnotized" Tommy (which wasn't true, and Tommy told them that, but they didn't believe him). In the end, Tommy is stripped of his vampire hunter license, and the reader is planning to be killed in a secret location, but she escapes. However, she does not attempt to contact Tommy, knowing that he may be killed if she does. Therefore, she leaves, but that does not mean that she has not given Tommy anything! She loves him as much as she loves her past brothers! Shortly before they encountered the hunters, she gave him a small silver blade with a patterned handle (which was not found and therefore not taken).
All the previously written is the background (I myself am shocked how much came out) But from your I want to read the story of how the reader was still found: She came to a city quite large, but far from the capital of the kingdom. and at the fair she was accidentally noticed by Phil, he did not know that a simple journey, in honor of the 50th anniversary of Tommy's arrival in their coven, would bring him to the first baby bird. But he sincerely thanked his lady for this gift, he immediately told the children the joyful news, their sister was found. They knew about her, Filza never hid the fact that he missed his dove, but they didn't know that the chick Phil had run away was the girl who had become their first family in their human lives. However, when they tried to capture her in the evening (too many people during the day, and the sun wasn't very pleasant for their skin), they recognized her as their sister and were overjoyed. They even started to believe that it was fate. And the reader was trying to escape, but now it wasn't just Phil who didn't know she was running away, it was four vampires, an ancient sire, a warrior and protector of Kovin whom she had taught to fight, as well as two younger vampires who, unlike her, had been raised in the right conditions, and they had no intention of letting her go. Ideally, the reader would be knocked out at the end, so she wouldn't try to resist them.
Fuh.. something I overdid… sorry if that's just I started writing and the story went on its own. I will be insanely grateful for the answer!
I didn't mention it earlier, but SBI is a platonic yandere!
❖ The First Chick Returns ❖
A platonic yandere SBI vampire story
The city smelled like roasting sugar, iron nails, and river silt — a strange mix that reminded her of nothing, and so, mercifully, of no one.
Good.
She liked cities that held no memories.
For three days she wandered the streets of this large but unimportant city, tucked far from the capital’s politics, bloodlines, and vampire courts. She spent mornings in shaded alleys, evenings drifting through markets, nights sleeping on rooftops. Just passing through, as always. Staying no longer than she could without being noticed.
She never knew what pulled her toward this particular fair — instinct, curiosity, or that old lurking ache that whispered: You should be with your kin. You should go home.
She ignored it. She always had.
But at midday, just as she turned from a stall selling candied almonds, a figure froze in the crowd. Pale hair. Dark coat. Breath caught in his throat.
He didn’t breathe for a long, stunned moment. His eyes, ancient and bright, widened with something between awe and heartbreak.
She turned sharply away. She walked fast. She pushed through crowds like water slipping between stones, trying to lose him before her instincts betrayed her, before that old bond pulled the strings inside her chest taut—
But behind her, a breathless whisper escaped him:
The word hit like a stake through her ribs.
Phil’s hands were shaking when he found the boys. His voice was worse — too soft, too reverent.
“Kids,” he said, hardly above a whisper. “She’s here. Your sister. My first… she’s alive.”
Techno lifted his head first, confusion flashing across his crimson eyes.
Wilbur stood slowly, brows knitting with recognition at the word first.
Tommy froze where he sat polishing a blade, heart stuttering painfully.
They’d known of her — the runaway chick, the phantom ache in Phil’s chest. But none of them had guessed the truth. Not that the wise stranger who taught Techno swordsmanship was their sister. Not that the protector who defended Wilbur from thieves, the traveling companion who saved Tommy’s life, the person they loved before they even had a coven — was the one Phil cried for in the quiet nights of their early family.
Phil didn’t hide his tears as he said, “We’re bringing her home.”
There was no room for argument.
No hesitation.
All four moved as one.
Night fell deep and starless by the time they found her trail again.
She knew they were coming; of course she did. She’d always been perceptive, especially when danger felt familiar enough to make her bones ache.
She slipped over rooftops, through alleys, down side streets. Her breaths were shallow, controlled. She could outrun one vampire — maybe even two — but she couldn’t outrun the four who knew her scent, her heartbeat, her instincts.
I can’t go back.
Not again. Not after clawing her way out.
She reached the city edge when a tall figure stepped in front of her, blade lowered but ready.
The gold earring she gave him seventy-three years ago glinted in the moonlight.
He stared at her with something raw, almost frightened.
“Sensei…?”
Her blood turned cold.
Of all of them, he was the one she least wanted to face.
“Techno,” she whispered. “Move.”
Behind her, a familiar baritone echoed from a rooftop:
“Well. No wonder you vanished with no warning.”
Wilbur stood above them, the silver circlet she gave him braided into his coat, worn like a secret crown. “I’d say I’m offended, but honestly? I’m just glad you’re alive.”
Her pulse quickened.
She turned to bolt—
Tommy landed right in front of her with a graceless thud.
He was taller now, broader, older — not the trembling hunter she saved at sixteen. But the silver blade she gifted him still hung at his hip.
He looked at her like she was sunrise.
“Please don’t run,” he said, voice cracking.
Her chest split with guilt.
“I have to, Tommy.”
“No,” he said, voice firming. “Not this time.”
Not when I already lost you once.
And then Phil landed silently behind her.
Her entire body seized — instincts flaring, bond snapping like a taut wire.
She staggered forward, teeth gritted against the pulsing ache that commanded her to kneel, to bow her head, to return to the nest she once fled.
“Easy now, dove,” Phil murmured, voice trembling with emotion he couldn’t hide. “I’m not angry. I’m just… relieved. So relieved you’re alive.”
She didn’t respond.
Couldn’t.
Every instinct screamed at her to submit. Every memory screamed at her to run.
Phil stepped closer, hand reaching out — slow, gentle, trembling.
The boys closed the circle around her. No hostility. No weapons drawn. Just overwhelming relief and possessive devotion.
Techno: a warrior ready to shield her with his life.
Wilbur: shaking with the need to hold her and scold her at the same time.
Tommy: eyes wet, jaw clenched, hands fidgeting like if he didn’t touch her soon he’d break.
They weren’t angry at her.
That almost made it worse.
“I can’t go back,” she whispered, desperate. “You’ll smother me. I can’t breathe with you. Let me go.”
Phil’s expression hurt more than any blade ever had.
“Dove… you were never meant to breathe alone.”
Instinct flared.
Fear followed.
She stepped back, ready to bolt a final time—
Not with violence.
Not with anger.
With devastating precision.
He struck the side of her neck with the flat of his hand — a vampire’s knockout point, delivered with perfect control.
She gasped, legs giving out, world tilting and blurring.
Wilbur caught her before she hit the ground, arms strong and shaking.
Tommy’s voice cracked. “Is she okay?!”
“Sleeping,” Techno murmured, eyes soft and aching. “She’ll wake up safe.”
Phil sank to his knees beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face like it was something holy.
“Welcome home, my dove,” he whispered.
Wilbur held her tighter.
Tommy stroked her hair with trembling hands.
Techno stood guard, crimson eyes blazing with possessive devotion.
None of them planned to let her vanish again.
The nest had found its first chick.
And this time, they weren’t letting go.
