it would’ve been cool to explore that “thrall” power that the Master and Drusilla have. is it learned or inherent or in the bloodline? does its power grow with age? does it work on anything or just humans? are there variations in its breadth or power or how it works? why do only two vampires we see have it? why introduce this incredibly OP skill with no forewarning to kill two slayers (and interrogate Giles) but never talk about it ever?
Oh, woe is me, won't somebody show a poor, shivering thrallbait like me a way to the shelter from this terrible rain? 🥺 My hair is soaked, my white blouse is a see through, and the cute ribbon I tied around my neck feels so cold!
Hypnosis // sensory deprivation // “in my head you’re still alive”
Very loose interpretation of hypnosis, which means VAMPIRES BABY FOR SPOOKY SEASON!!!
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Whumper cornered Whumpee in the alleyway, the poor dear trembling like a deer in shock, violently and so enticing. Whumpee kept backing up, turning their head left and right frantically but Whumper knew this alley was a dead end. He grinned as he stalked closer and Whumpee yelped, backing up all the way into a wall.
They flinched when they felt it. A sudden jolt of fear and panic as all blood drained from Whumpee’s darling face to their heart to be pumped around the muscles in their body.
Flee, flee, flee.
There was no fight impulse when a human faced a vampire, their body flooded with adrenaline to run, run as fast as they can.
“P-p-please! Please, no! Please!” Whumpee cried, holding their hands out in vain to create an illusion of control. Whumper stopped a metre away, tilting his head to the side, his grin exposing his fangs.
“You’re too pretty to be a chimney sweep,” Whumper said to the young boy covered in soot. He wore a peak cap and clothes that looked to be scraps of other clothes sewn together.
“Stay— stay back! I know what you are,” Whumpee announced, trying to be firm but their trembling lip gave them away.
“I know what you are too. Isn’t it illegal for girls to earn a wage?”
Whumpee stiffened. Their trembling ceased and they lowered their arms to their side, tightening their hands into fists. Her eyes sharpened dangerously.
“I’m a boy,” Whumpee said, her voice suddenly pitched down.
Whumper laughed and stepped forwards and Whumpee remembered to be afraid again and threw herself flat against the wall.
“I don’t like when my food lies to me,” Whumper sang, closing the distance between them.
Whumpee sucked in a fretful breath with an effort. “Th-thankfully chickens can’t speak.”
It was Whumper’s turn to freeze.
A surprised, melodic laughter bubbled up and out of his throat, stunning the girl into silence. She searched the area behind him, trying to see if there was any way she would be able to get by him, to skirt around him and make a run for it. Maybe if she kept making him laugh he would let her go?
“Child,” Whumper said fondly, fingers settling heavy on the brim of Whumpee’s hat. Whumpee’s hands shot up in panic, not thinking, as she held the hat over her hair.
“Please, please sir, don’t, please.”
A cold hand cupped under her chin and tilted her head up to meet the Vampire’s enthralling eyes. She was transfixed, locked into his gaze that seemed to be pulling her further in the more she looked, like the smell of chocolate from the corner shop that opened its doors after school. She forgot her fear, completely unafraid, all her worry leaving her as if it was just a suggestion, a silly notion that she was afraid at all.
“Good,” Whumper hummed and Whumpee almost melted at the praise. “Drop your hands.”
Whumpee obeyed, lost in the labyrinth of his gaze unaware of the minotaur that lurked, following her through every new corner.
Whumper removed Whumpee’s hat. Whumpee didn’t even blink, too afraid to miss the allure of his gaze. Her blond hair like silver thread fell over her shoulders, tarnished by the soot and the remnants of ash, but still magnificent. Whumper didn’t expect to be pleasantly surprised at how pleasing the human was to his eyes.
“There we are. Much better. Tell me, child, how old are you?”
“Sixteen sir,” Whumpee answered automatically. Her voice less boyish now, more dreamlike and light.
Whumper smiled. “Not even fully grown,” he hummed. “Why are you dressed as a boy?”
“To earn money, sir.”
“Why?” Whumper pressed, running a knuckle down the side of Whumpee’s face, tracing the prominent outline of her skull all the way down to her throat.
“For my family, sir.”
Hmph, extraordinary polite for a human. Whumper locked the information in the back of his mind, he hadn’t compelled the girl to call him sir, she just seemed to. A reflex.
“What about your schooling?”
“I—” Whumpee began, but hesitated, her eyes blinking back the fog. Whumper saw the beginnings of recognition flashing in her blue eyes, so he tilted her head up again to lock eyes with his and she was under his thrall once more. “I need to provide for my family, sir. So I dropped out.”
Whumper’s smile grew. What a strange creature.
“Where are your parents? Do they not—”
“They’re dead, sir,” Whumpee said, cutting over Whumper. Whumper raised a brow at her interruption, but he knew she couldn’t really control what she was saying so he let the slight go. “I’m all we have.”
“You provide for your siblings?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you the oldest?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And how old are they?”
“They’re—” the fog dropped immediately as Whumpee was suddenly back in their body, eyes widening initially at how close Whumper was before they shut them tight and shoved Whumper’s chest away. “No! NO! Get away from me!”
Whumper’s hand didn’t leave Whumpee’s chin. “Open your eyes child, I just want to—”
“No!” Whumpee cried, shaking her head. Her hair brushed her face and oh, yes, she forgot he removed her hat but she knew he did. “Whatever you’re doing to me stop it! Stop it! Let me go!”
Whumper stared as the child squirmed, throwing thin fists at Whumper’s chest and arms and trying to rip his hand away. How fascinating a child she was, determined and loyal, protecting her family more than herself.
It took a lot to break a vampire’s thrall, but it was near impossible to break Whumper’s and this slight of a thing, this small scrappy girl, masquerading as a boy, covered in soot and ash and coal, she was able to break it?
Whumpee’s eyes shot open when Whumper put her hat back on her head, surprise winding every muscle tight. Anticipation of something awful flooded her and she wanted to cry and scream for help, but if she did, only men would come running — men who would see her hair, dressed as a boy and lock her up in an asylum or something, and she’d never be able to see her family again. They’d be sent to workhouses or worse…
Whumper stepped away. Whumpee didn’t move an inch as he back up another step, then another, and turned his body to the side, allowing her to pass.
Her mouth was dry. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m letting you go,” said the vampire.
Whumpee didn’t move. “You’re trying to trick me,” she accused, licking her cracked lips. “When I walk past you’re going to —”
The world rushed suddenly around her and she gasped as a hand was on her throat, a thumb on her cheek, forcing the side of her face into the brickwork and she gasped, kicking her legs weakly as her air bled from her body.
Her hat vanished in the flurry of movement and Whumpee found herself locking eyes with the vampire again, her heart racing in her chest but she didn’t feel the floating absence of sensation she felt before, it was more like seeing a wolf in the woods on its own, the two of you hunting for game and seeing which would look away first, which of them would back out of the fight.
“If I wanted to kill you, dear, trust me, you’d be dead.” His voice carrying through air like the choir in church, soothing and pleasant. He dropped her and she fell to ground, landing on both feet and tipping backwards, leaning on the wall for support. Whumper was impressed. He pressed her hat back into her hands which Whumpee took with trepidation. He leaned down and grinned, exposing his fangs again and Whumpee flinched. “Run along now, little one. I’m getting hungry, and you don’t want to be here when I fancy a snack, hmm?”
Whumpee didn’t need to be told twice. She didn’t even put her hat on immediately and fix all the strands perfect, she did it as she half ran out of the alley, haphazardly throwing her hair up and smashing the brim of her hat low over her brows. Her heart pounded in her chest but she didn’t stop running until she made it home.
She looked over her shoulder, glancing around to make sure the vampire or anyone else hadn’t followed her before she snuck into the abandoned manor at the end of the high street, a condemned building, Whumper realised as he watched her throw open the doors to the cellar and with one last glance around, she disappeared beneath the ground.
Whumper smiled.
Clever girl. Observant, unlike so many other humans. Whumper would have to watch her over the week, see if he could see any of her siblings or the hint of a parent or guardian figure.
For now though, he was famished. The girl had been his meal before she was so intriguing. He wanted something fatty, he hummed, turning away from the manor and walking to the manor houses of the rich. A grin on his face.
A feast for his stomach and a feast for his brain.
The vampire servitor, servants of a true vampire. they heal in seconds, drink blood, and are expert grapplers. These are also "die within like 18 seconds of sunlight exposure" kinds of vampires, so any rendezvous is going to happen at night.
Vampires in PF2e have the usual aversions to holy symbols, crossing running water, garlic, entering a dwelling uninvited, etc. But these can actually be overcome for a few seconds, with concentrated effort and focus...before being filled with fear and running away. So if you're into domming and fear play, these are fun toys! Or if you're into fear, maybe your vampire's hunting you, slowly creeping past your wards for random amounts of time, you never knowing how long you have to last or when they'll finally get over it long enough to get you.
Alpha vampires are more bat like, where turned vampires blend with the general population better as they started as regular ponies of any type. All full born vampires are considered ‘alpha’ vampires though their appearance can vary.
Thralls are basically vampire goons in Skyrim so. There you go! Thralls are also used as blood banks since they are under complete control by a vampire (turned or alpha)
Ghouls next!!
I keep thinking about Supernatural Bloodlines and it WILL play a role in superNAYtural bc I miss Ennis and the cheese that was baked into the episode. Also I am a sucker for POV outsider and I like taking a break from Team FREAK Will 2.0 sometimes
