Vampire/girl dad noah!
cw: cannibalism, blood ingestion, needle pricks, medical studies (not very close to reality, the growth of Noah's daughter is studied), sexual conversations between couple, postpartum, bites, comfort/fluff,
Note: This was inspired by an idea I shared with @concretejunglefm, I'm still debating whether it will be a long story or one with only a few chapters, There will be a change of point of view, sometimes the narrator and other times it will be Ruby (their daughter).
I hope everyone enjoys it <3
And thanks especially to Lexi.
Summary: Noah's domestic and vampiric life is peculiar; his wife is human, and his daughter is half-vampire and half-human. Now they have to adapt to their 8-year-old daughter's new changes.
Ruby pov
My parents’ love story is a little strange. I don’t know if I should tell it, because I’ve always been told that family matters stay within the family…
But it’s way too funny to keep to myself!
It all started when they were younger. They met in Los Angeles, when my dad dropped out of school in Virginia and moved there to try his luck with his band.
At a party after a show they played in a warehouse, with around ninety people, that’s when they had that click. My daddy had very long hair; that was one of the things my mom liked about him. My dad liked how she smelled, he says she smelled a lot like red berries, and her pretty lips with pink lip gloss.
They had many dates, lots of stuffed animals from claw machines, photo booth pictures, concerts, and many breakfasts in bed, and inevitably they started a relationship.
They always took great care of each other from the beginning. Dad protected her from fans; he didn’t want them bothering her or harassing her by asking about him or anything about the band.
It was like a pact between them, and also a promise to always tell each other the truth if something happened.
I didn’t only hear romantic stories about my parents, but also funny ones, almost all of them told by my uncle Folio.
From dad cutting his hair without telling mom and her crying because she thought he was an impostor:
“How do I look, sweetheart?”
“LIKE THE DEVIL!”
To mom and her first pregnancy scare, and dad filling the house with baby clothes and diapers:
“Noah, why are there so many packages of diapers!?”
“They’re for our baby.”
“What baby!? I'm only a few days late because of work stress”
They had a normal life until everything suddenly changed because of an accident that changed not only my dad’s and my mom’s lives, but everyone’s.
A weekend camping trip in the Virginia woods. It was Uncle Jolly’s birthday, and between lots of beers and special brownies they didn’t notice there was another guy among them who wasn’t anyone’s friend; he had simply shown up at the meeting spot.
No one noticed because of all the alcohol in their bodies.
Dad didn’t even feel the pain in his neck or the wetness dripping down. He screamed when that guy punched him in the face. Uncle Jolly, Nick, and Folio pulled him off. Mom was tending to dad’s neck, crying and terrified that something might happen to him.
They thought vampires were just stories and urban legends, but it turned out to be real.
Uncle folio was scared, but he says that at that moment his adrenaline was pumping and he ran to the van they had traveled in and took the iron bar out of the trunk (I still don't understand what it was for). He ran back and hit the boy in the face several times, but that didn't hurt him. He managed to “kill” him when he was able to bury the other end of the crowbar in his heart, and right before their eyes, they saw the boy turn to dust.
“I KILLED SOMEONE!”
“YOU DIDN’T KILL ANYONE, FOLIO, YOU CAN’T KILL SOMETHING THAT’S ALREADY DEAD!”
“It’s easy for you to say, Nick, you weren’t the one who stabbed something into a stranger’s chest! Jolly, take my side!”
“What I’m going to do is hit you with that thing if you don’t shut up!”
Everyone was worried about dad.
He was sick for several days. They checked his neck and treated it so it wouldn’t get infected.
As dad told me, his teeth itched, his head hurt, and little by little he began to hate the light. Normal food made him nauseous and he could only tolerate water or electrolytes, and barely any broth or soup.
His symptoms didn’t improve, and mom was scared.
And one night was when everything triggered the routine they have today.
It was two in the morning. Mom woke up because of noise coming from the kitchen; something had knocked a few things over. When she tried to wake dad, he wasn’t there. That scared her. They kept a katana above the bed, and that was her weapon of protection when she checked the kitchen. She was expecting a thief, an animal, anything—except seeing my dad with his mouth full of blood, long fangs, heavy breathing, and bright eyes, staring straight at her.
She screamed and ran away from him in fear.
She was very scared, and I don’t blame her. I probably would’ve been scared too.
She says she locked herself in the bathroom, and dad went looking for her.
“Love, please open the door!”
“What do you have in your mouth, Noah!? Is that blood!? Did you kill someone!?”
“No, love, I promise I didn’t. It’s animal blood, not human. Please let me explain! I’m scared too, princess!”
All my uncles, even Uncle Matt, had to go to the house to keep an eye on dad, in case he did something stupid—or ate someone.
Luckily, none of that happened. He did his best to control the new urges he had. He didn’t like having to drink the blood of innocent animals, and even less the idea of killing people. He was far too good for that.
The solution came thanks to Uncle Folio. A friend of his worked at a hospital. At first she thought the story was a lie and that they were making fun of her, but when she saw my dad floating a few inches off the ground, that’s when she believed them (and, to be fair, the poor girl fainted from fear).
From time to time, dad received at least five bags of blood. At first, the iron taste disgusted him. Blood that wasn’t O+ or A+ made him nauseous. Even for being half a cannibal, he was picky—but he never admitted it.
Although, to be honest…
How many vampires did they know?
His strength increased a bit. He became a little paler than he already was. His fangs grew, his nails too, but he always cut them so he wouldn’t hurt anyone—especially my mom.
For her, the change was very hard. They could only go out at night, and dad ordered only water or wine, and always added blood to almost everything he drank. He carried a small bag in his pocket all the time because he was afraid of what could happen if his hunger took control of him.
Even though vampire movies and books said a lot about them, they were still fiction, and they couldn’t take advice from every Reddit forum or book as if it were the Bible.
Somehow, they managed to make everything feel “normal,” or at least an attempt at it.
For a year, that was the routine.
One of dad’s fears was recordings and photos.
The excuse at concerts was that no photos or recordings were allowed. Obviously, many people didn’t like that and labeled them as arrogant. If only they knew there was a darker, sadder reason behind it.
They looked for ways to fix that mistake.
Dad hated being a monster. He hated having to take blood from people who truly needed it. He hated not being able to hug my mom, afraid he wouldn’t control his strength and would hurt her.
But above all, he hated having lost his life, and he tortured himself thinking that he would live forever, staying young while mom would age and die.
Mom didn’t give up looking for solutions—not when her boyfriend was suffering.
She asked warlocks, shamans, she even risked going alone to a healer.
No one offered good solutions. They only told her she had to kill my dad for being an evil monster and a son of Satan.
The same guy who watched Naruto and asked for head scratches when he was in a bad mood.
That same one.
And that broke her heart even more.
She cried when he wasn’t around, terrified and thinking about the future waiting for them both.
She drowned her sorrows watching movies or drinking wine, or both—whatever helped her forget everything.
In one of her solo movie sessions, while watching Dark Shadows, with Johnny Depp as Barnabas Collins, a silly and ridiculous idea came to mom.
Barnabas didn’t change much with blood transfusions, but Dr. Julia did at the end, when she woke up submerged in water.
There was a tiny possibility that…
Maybe, if they did the same, but with human blood for dad, they could give him some of his humanity back.
It was a foolish and overly fantastical idea, but in the middle of desperation, there wasn’t much else to do.
But my parents didn’t lose hope.
Uncle Folio’s friend went every week to give dad a blood transfusion. During the first month, the only change was that he no longer felt the urge to bite or drink blood, and his skin slowly took on a healthier color.
Little by little, he became “human” again.
Things seemed to be going smoothly…
Until one dawn, mommy started vomiting. The vomiting lasted for days. She thought it was a stomach infection and self-medicated.
Daddy wasn’t stupid. He knew something was going on. She barely ate strawberries, and suddenly she was devouring whole boxes of them.
There was no way mom could be pregnant (according to her, they couldn’t because dad was a vampire).
But what a surprise they got when the pregnancy test came back positive right in front of their faces. Dad screamed with excitement and at the same time shouted that it wasn’t possible his sperm still worked, although it was probably thanks to his bodily functions being more stable because of the transfusions.
They thought the same thing would happen to me as with Renesmee from TWILIGHT.
I didn’t understand that reference until I was older.
It was the ugliest baby I had ever seen, and it was a boring movie.
But I wasn’t ugly. Everyone says I was a very cute, chubby baby, my mommy’s pride and joy. She suffered a lot during childbirth, but everything turned out fine. They called me “the crying baby” because I cried very loudly when I was born (just like my dad).
My Uncle Nick was the first to notice something strange about me.
He says that at eight months old, while he was taking care of me, my eyes went from dark brown to honey-colored in an instant. He thought he was crazy, but mom told him she had seen it too and thought she had imagined it.
By one year old, I walked like a child a bit older than my age.
Red foods were my favorites once I started eating solids, especially strawberry juice.
I had a lot of energy to play, and that energy was matched by my dad.
Our favorite game to this day is that he throws me as high as possible into the air and flies to catch me.
Mom didn’t like it very much because she was afraid I’d fall.
As I grew older, it became more noticeable that I had inherited vampiric traits from dad, although they weren’t entirely the norm among the species.
I didn’t drink blood. The first time I tried it, out of pure curiosity because of mommy, I ended up vomiting because of the strong, thick taste.
My sleep schedule varied a lot. Sometimes I slept at night, sometimes during the day, or neither.
I ate normal food, but red things satisfied the craving I always felt, like Marceline from Adventure Time.
I didn’t fly, but I could walk on the ceiling. Mom screamed when she saw me upside down in the kitchen, eating all the cherries from the fridge.
No one knew how long I would live. I didn’t have any idea either.
But I can say that being half vampire is fun, and seeing daddy be more human again, even if he still has to drink blood, makes me happy—and mom too.
It’s funny.
Dad drinks blood, but I drink strawberry juice every night, like the little bat they say I am.
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Tags: @ripleyism