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[hiddendarkrosesx]

@musessongs [Armand + Cassidy]

"THERE ARE THREE POSSIBLE EXPLANATIONS HERE…" Cassidy pointed out. "One, you're one of those purist vampires who don't like anyone who doesn't agree with your way. Two, you're a new aged one who thinks you know it all, but you really don't know shit. The last one, and it's my favorite, you were changed randomly or by someone you love and trusted and now, you are stuck here for eternity and they are either in the wind or in the ground."

[hollowfaith]

ℜerun: alternative allegory.

Aurelius Vane-Tempest - 𝕍𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 AU.

BACKSTORY.

In an alternative version of Sebastian's [ @occultacarne ] history, his ascension to the throne of Hell didn't go unchecked. His mother may have hailed from a long line of demons, but his father was of the ageless vampire clan. Of those famed Nightwalkers, Aurelius prided himself on bearing the purest lineage of their race. So when it came to be that a demon-vampire hybrid—a half-blood, if you would—was marked to rule over them, he objected. Leading his legions of vampire covens as their Patriarch, he rose as Sebastian's greatest rival for power in the unholy realm, eventually eking out a stalemate that saw him conquer half of Hell for himself.

Despite this, Aurelius could never quite best the demon, and in their latest fight indirectly incurred a permanent injury to his right eye. He has resented Sebastian for it ever since, tipping their rivalry into the realm of petty grudges as he strives to get his revenge.

NOTES.

it's aury, but as an AU-oblivious vampire

indifferent to garlic/silver/prayers, but hates sunlight

resistant to holy relics up to a point (but most likely deathly allergic to klaus)

has an eyepatch to cover up his eye injury, but is otherwise the same appearance-wise. it's affected his vision slightly, but he makes up for it with his other senses.

needs regular meals of blood for subsistence. probably hungry.

his preferred bloodtypes are A and O; which are sweeter to him than B or AB

currently very very insistent on getting one up on sebastian, whose scent he has committed to memory

wields a corrupted version of ithuriel, formerly a holy spear, as his primary weapon

in traditional (?) vampire fashion, waxes poetic with the purple prose, sorry he talks like a broken thesaurus now much to the impatience of his listeners. it is said that he spent too much of his childhood years stuck in the library growing up. however, this makes him instantly distinguishable from his usual self.

supposedly (?) an irrepressibly (?) sappy (?) romantic (??)

vain, but you don't need to flatter him. he can do it himself just fine.

rumors say he has a harem of 400 blood-slaves, but this is most likely made-up propaganda to counter sebastian's well-known number of successful romantic escapades.

nerd

ABILITIES.

enhanced strength/speed/senses/endurance - typical vampire buffs raised to angel/demon strength levels

enhanced looks - he's very pretty and sparkles in moonlight. oooh.

immortality/regeneration - as long as he's within cover of darkness + moonlight, aurelius can infinitely regenerate. in a pinch, a good meal of (living) blood also acts as a power-up for him.

vampire venom - when biting his victim, aurelius can transfer a number of status effects via venom from his fangs that can give off a paralyzing, sedating, or aphrodisiac effect. the intent is to quell and calm his prey so they don't struggle during the feeding process.

mind control - his words and presence easily turn others to do his bidding, more so if he's bitten them first.

transformation - if needed, aurelius can revert to his animal form as a golden bat, though he dislikes this form and uses it as little as possible because it isn't very handsome.

blood manipulation - all the fancy blood powers you can think of goes here. important note: aurelius's own blood is currently highly acidic, but it will take considerable effort (and holy intervention) to make him bleed.

flight/teleportation - he can fly/teleport. no wings included, alas.

no telepathy - he still can't read minds.

telekinesis - he moves stuff with his thoughts. whee.

pride of the vampire - a frighteningly strong mentality that compensates for his lack of psychic shields to make him all but impervious to brainwashing/suggestions/hypnosis. you can freely enter his mind, but it is inadvisable to do so unprepared.

weakness to sunlight - it is said he can manage with an umbrella, long-sleeves, and sunglasses; but as sunglasses look extremely unfashionable when one is also wearing an eyepatch, he simply doesn't bother going out during the day.

portable coffin - his favorite place to sleep and summoned from a mysterious storage space at will. occasionally, he will transport his victims in it. has lovely dark-red plush velvet lining and is big enough for two, along with a beautiful white + ivory exterior decorated with roses. it is purportedly a custom-made antique reinforced with spells to be resistant to damage. as aurelius renews the protection + preservation spells on it regularly, it will likely survive a nuclear war or magic Armageddon with no issues.

hopefully i don't need to add more stuff here but if i do i will...

[maemaybe]

What is the TTRPG campaign that you’re working on about/what is the setting?

I'm starting a new Vampire: The Masquerade campaign since my last one just wrapped up.

If you're unfamiliar, the setting is urban fantasy and very similar to Underworld, which I'm just now realizing is also like 20 years old so maybe people are unfamiliar with that now too.

Anyway, my last campaign was really focused on the politics of the city. The group had to navigate conflicting political factions who were all corrupt in their own way.

The new campaign is going to focus more on street level survival, personal horror, and dark secrets. I'm hoping my players will weave their characters together in a way that leans into a found family theme, but I can't force that as the GM. I can only put their characters through the wringer in a way that encourages it. I'm going for a "you have nothing but each other" theme.

[monarchsofprophecy]

Relta’s Verse Info: Crimson Kiss — Vampiric Powers, Abilities, & Weaknesses

Powers & Strengths:

Tantric Metabolization

Psi Vampirism

Lust Empowerment

Indomitable Sexuality

Sex Empowerment

Indomitable Libido

Succubus Physiology

Seductive Magnetism

Blood Manipulation

Blood Consumptions

Addiction Inducement

Bloodlust Manipulation

Blood Empowerment

Blood Attacks

Blood Magic

Blood Memory

Blood Weaponry

Weaknesses:

Need to feed (outgrew)

Desire to feed (only on other vampires)

Need to sire new vampires

Irresistible/Uncontrolled Influencing of Emotions

Severe Empathy (can be debilitating)

Blood Dependency (every 1,000 years)

Sunlight (weakened if recently fed)

[moonglowmuses]

"i needed him alive." ( amanda & stack )

"who are we talking about, stack? your brother?" amanda sighed, pushing air lightly from her lips. "... i know that you went through hell. and those creatures? i can't imagine facing something like that." the horrors in amanda's world were human. stack had faced something even more horrible and perverse. "none of what happened was fair. and i'm sorry that you had to go through it." stack was someone with morals and standards and not every person could say the same. he had a code and he stood by it. that was something to be valued in another person, amanda thought. "how have you been adjusting to this city? it's got to be so different than what you are used to, yeah?"

@tcrturedpcetsdep

[whumpy-writings]

Tribute

Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

CW: Minor whumpee (OC is 16), slavery, vampires, starvation, mention of loss of a parent, torture

Reeve's stomach twisted as the sun sank closer to the horizon. He looked at the two pitiful bags of wheat in the center of the square. Two out of the twenty that the vampires expected. The villagers had tried to meet the quota, they really had. But the drought had made the crops whither, and then a seasonally late storm had ruined what little had survived to harvest time. In all, they had only been able to collect five bags of wheat, three of which were kept to sustain them through the coming winter. Reeve had heard whispered conversations amongst the village elders. Conversations about rationing and starvation. About having to throw themself on the mercy of the vampires and beg for food. Reeve had stopped listening after that.

The tension in the air was palpable. The entire village was gathered, worried murmurs filling the air. It was fully dark now, and soon the leeches would arrive to collect their tribute. Reeve's father was standing next to the bags with his arms crossed and a worried frown on his face. He was one of the oldest men in the village at forty years, and as such it was his job to speak to the vampires. They were not going to be happy. The village hadn't met its quota once this year, and the vampires had beaten Reeve's father last time as punishment. Reeve shuddered at the memory of his dad on the ground, nose broken and entire body bruised and bloody. He didn't even want to think about what the punishment would be today.

As if sensing his thoughts, Reeve's dad turned to him. "If things go bad, know that I love you, Reeve," he said with a sad smile.

"I love you too, Dad," Reeve said, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his chest. His dad hugged him tightly back. "I'm scared," Reeve whispered.

"I know," Reeve's dad whispered back. He released Reeve and brought a thumb to Reeve's cheek where tears had started to gather. "It's okay to be scared. I sure as hell am. But some things are unavoidable." Reeve sighed at that. His dad chuckled. "Love you," he said pressing a kiss to Reeve's forehead before stepping away to talk to one of the elders. Reeve bit his lip and stared at the sky as the first stars started to appear.

The hairs on the back of Reeve's neck stood up at the faint drum of hoofbeats. The leeches were here. A hush settled over the gathered humans and the silence was thick enough to cut with a knife.

The vampires rode into the square, five on horseback and another two riding on the wagon that was supposed to be filled with wheat. Reeve's heart pounded in his chest and a vision of his mother being chained and thrown into a wagon hit him. He had only been eight years old when they had taken her, but he still had nightmares about it. I can't remember her face, Reeve thought with a stab of guilt, but I can remember her cries as the leeches took her away from us.

The lead vampire, a sergeant, dismounted his horse and strode to the center of the square. The leech was the same one who had beat Reeve's dad, the one with the awful temper. Reeve subconsciously took a step back, irrationally hoping that the sergeant would just turn around and leave. The leech eyed the wheat, the disdain clear on his face in the moonlight.

"Is this all?" He asked with a snap.

Reeve's dad cleared his throat nervously and wrung his hands. "Yes sir, we're very sorry sir, but there was a storm-"

"I don't want fuckin' excuses," he spat, whirling on Reeve's dad. "This is the third time this year that you haven't met your quota. We have been merciful, but this laziness cannot continue."

Reeve's dad fell to his knees. "Please sir, we are starving. We've been working in the fields from sun up to sun down every day, but the soil is exhausted and the rain is either too little or too much. We might not make it through the winter." His voice broke on that last word. "Please sir, please have mercy."

The vampire snorted. "You think you are the only ones struggling? Every village we go to has the same story. Our storehouses are less than half full and blood bags keep dying left and right. Everybody is starving right now, most importantly vampires. We don't have any mercy to show to humans who aren't even fed on."

The sergeant signaled and two vampires seized Reeve's dad. Reeve took a step forward but stopped when his dad shot him a look.

"Break his arms," the vampire said with a casual wave of his hand. Reeve closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see. His father's scream was agonizing. Reeve fought down the urge to slap his hands over his ears even as tears rushed down his cheeks.

"P-please sir, please, m'sorry, please..."

"See! This is what happens when you fail us" the vampire said, turning to address all the villagers. "Pain. It brings me no joy, but apparently it is the only language you humans understand."

The vampire turned back to Reeve's father, who was quietly weeping, his elbows bent at unnatural angles. The vampire grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." The vampire pulled a knife from his jacket. "You are eighteen bags short. I think that means you need eighteen cuts." The vampire moved the knife to his shirt and quickly cut it off. Reeve's father sobbed as the vampire dragged the blade across his chest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. "One," the monster said, and Reeve was sure he heard a note of glee in his voice. Reeve clenched his fists.

His father screamed at another cut. And another one. The sound rang in Reeve's ears, his limbs shaking with suppressed rage. He couldn't just stand here.

Another scream, the sound digging its way into Reeve's skull.

"Stop!" Reeve yelled, stepping forward. "Leave him alone!"

The sergeant's eyebrows raised and he paused, his knife poised to make another cut. Reeve's father was quietly sniffling, his chest bloody.

"Well, look at that, a human with a backbone," the sergeant said. "Who also happens to be very stupid. Come here."

Reeve's heart was pounding but he approached the vampire. His father was limp but he met Reeve's eyes and gave a tiny shake of his head.

"I could kill you, you know," the vampire said, once Reeve was in front of him, just a couple feet away from his father. "That's what I should do. Kill both you and this worthless human." Reeve's dad whimpered at that, but whether at the thought of his death or Reeve's, Reeve didn't know.

"Is this your son?" the sergeant asked suddenly. Reeve's heart skipped a beat. The monster was looking right at him, his gaze wicked.

Reeve's dad's voice was strained when he spoke. "Yes sir, but he's just a boy who is still learning about the world. He only just turned sixteen."

"Is that so?" the vampire said, releasing his grip on Reeve's dad and throwing him to the ground. "Well, it would be a shame to waste young blood."

"Take the boy," the vampire said with a snap of his fingers. Reeve didn't even have a chance to run. Two vampires grabbed him by the upper arms, their grip painfully tight.

"Let go of me! Please!" Reeve yelled desperately. Fear flooded his body. "Help!" He screamed, his voice breaking. "Dad!" A vampire backhanded him across the face and he gasped as blood filled his mouth.

"Please, don't take him! Please!" Reeve's father begged, tears thick in his voice.

The vampire ignored him.

Angry murmurs started to rise up from the crowd as the vampires dragged Reeve towards the wagon. Out of the corner of his eye Reeve saw vampires aim their muskets at the crowd.

"Silence!" the vampire yelled. The crowd quieted, but Reeve didn't know whether it was from the command or the silent threat of death. "There must be consequences for your inability to provide tribute. Let this be a lesson to all of you! If you don't meet your quota next month, your own children will be taken."

Reeve struggled against the vampires holding him with all his strength as tears streamed down his face.

"Please, please don't take me, please let me stay here, please have mercy," he babbled. He might as well have been talking to a wall. He sobbed as one vampire pulled his hands behind his back and clamped cold metal shackles on them. This is actually happening, Reeve thought as icy fear flooded his veins. Reeve fought as a vampire picked him up. He kicked and screamed and flailed around, desperation and panic fueling him. He didn't care about consequences, all he cared about was getting away from these monsters.

His leg hit a vampire in the stomach and he felt a surge of triumph. But then his head was slammed down against the wagon. His cheek split open and warm blood trickled down the side of his face. Reeve went limp as a bout of dizziness overwhelmed him. The vampires took the opportunity to finish loading him and the two bags of wheat in the wagon. Reeve tried to get up, but then a foot connected with his head and all he knew was darkness.

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[whumpy-writings]

You're Going To Be Okay

Febuwhump 2022 Masterlist / Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

Febuwhump Day 18- Forced to Watch

CW: Female whumpee, vampires, slavery, emeto, pregnancy, human breeding, stillborn baby described, character death, emotional whump, medical whump, loss of a child, loss of a partner, grief

HEED THE WARNINGS THIS ONE IS REALLY DARK

Aaron awoke to the sound of Penny retching. He stumbled out of bed, eyes still bleary with sleep and knelt down beside her. He reached out and pulled back her hair as she vomited into a bucket, sweat sticking her hair to the back of her neck. She looked over at him.

“I think I’m pregnant,” she said quietly before retching again. “I feel just as awful as I did when I was pregnant with Hope.”

Aaron took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to Penny’s temple.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. Penny just shrugged. She leaned against him and he held her.

“At least you’re with me now. And maybe they’ll give Hope back to us soon,” Penny paused, smiling slightly. “She’ll be a good big sister.”

…

A couple months later, when Penny was starting to show and the vampires were positive she was pregnant, they brought Hope back. Aaron came back from feeding one day to find Hope giggling as Penny played with her.

“Daddy!” she squealed, pushing herself to her feet and toddling over.

“Hi sweetheart!” Aaron said, reaching down and picking her up. “I missed you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead. Tears were gathering in his eyes. He had missed her so much.

…

“Aaron?” Penny said quietly. Aaron rolled over and reached out a hand to gently tuck a stray hair behind her ear. The sun was just starting to set, bathing the room in red light from the one tiny window.

“I’m here,” he said.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“If… if I don’t make it, promise me that you’ll take care of Hope. That you’ll get her out of here.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Aaron said, heart in his throat. This pregnancy had been difficult for her, yes, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to survive the birth. She would survive. She had to. Both her and the baby.

“Please, Aaron.”

Aaron sighed before planting a kiss to her temple.

“I swear to you Penny, that no matter what happens I’ll make sure our children are safe,” he said, gently resting a hand on her belly. She leaned over and kissed him, her lips soft and warm on his.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

…

“The baby’s coming,” Penny gasped, clutching her swollen belly. Aaron’s heart dropped to the floor. Then he helped her down to the ground and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re going to be okay. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Penny replied, skin slick with sweat. Aaron walked over to the cord against the wall and pulled down sharply. It would alert the vampires that they needed help.

Aaron sat down next to Penny, rubbing her back.

“Mama?” Hope asked, raising her sleepy head from the pillow. She made her way over on her short legs.

“Hi honey. Your little brother or sister is coming,” Penny said, running a thumb across Hope’s cheek even as Aaron noticed her stiffening as another contraction hit.

Hope reached out and pressed a hand against her mom’s belly.

“Hi! I’m Hope!” she yelled at Penny’s belly. Aaron smiled. Just then the door opened and five vampires entered the small room. One of them bent down to pick Hope up. She pulled back clutching Aaron’s arm.

“We’ll take good care of her,” the woman said gently.

“You have to go with them,” Aaron told her softly. Hope shook her head, her face buried against Aaron’s chest. His heart had cracked open but Hope couldn’t stay for the birth. “It’s okay, honey, we’ll see you soon, alright?” Aaron said, giving her a hug. Penny pressed a kiss against her hair. Hope reluctantly let go of Aaron’s arm. The vampire picked her up and whisked her out of the room and Aaron didn’t bother to hide his tears.

Penny interlaced her fingers with Aaron’s giving his hand a squeeze as a contraction hit her.

“Let’s get you to the labor room,” one of the vampires said, bending down to help her to her feet. Penny didn’t let go of Aaron’s hand as the vampire helped her up. She rested her head against Aaron’s shoulder, giving a hiss of pain. The vampires escorted Aaron and Penny down the hall to the labor room.

Penny settled into the bed, wincing. Her strawberry blonde hair was stuck to her neck with sweat. The vampires bustled around, not bothering to talk to the two humans but speaking quietly to each other as they prepared to assist with the birth. As much as Aaron despised the leeches, he had to admit that they knew what they were doing. Penny was in good hands.

…

Penny had been in labor for twenty hours. Aaron’s head pounded, but not more than his heart. Penny was drifting in and out of consciousness. He squeezed her hand, but she didn’t respond. He couldn’t lose her, he couldn’t. He didn’t know what he would do. The vampires were murmuring in a corner and Aaron tried to block out their voices.

“I’m going to die,” Penny whispered, just loud enough for Aaron to hear. She gave his hand a weak squeeze.

“No, Penny, no. You’re going to be okay,” Aaron said, leaning down to kiss her.

“I’m sorry, love. I don’t want to leave you,” she murmured after he pulled back.

“Don’t give up now, Pen. Hope needs you. I need you,” Aaron said, a sob catching in his throat. “Just hold on a little bit longer for me, okay?”

Penny grunted as another contraction hit her. “Okay,” she said quietly.

The lead midwife approached the bed. She was an older vampire, with hair graying around her temples. She examined Penny gently, and when she was done she met Aaron’s eyes. She gave him a little shake of her head, and it was like his whole world shattered. No.

…

Seven more hours passed. The contractions were excruciating and Penny’s screams rang in

Aaron’s ears. He rubbed the sweat off her face with a damp cloth.

“You’re going to be okay,” Aaron whispered in her ear. Penny’s skin was soaked with sweat and she gripped Aaron’s hand tightly as another contraction swept over her.

“It’s coming!” the midwife yelled. “Push!” Penny gave an earsplitting scream as she pushed down, her grip crushing Aaron’s hand.

Aaron saw a slimy baby appear in the midwife’s hands and his stomach dropped to the ground. The baby was blue, the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.

“Oh no,” the midwife whispered as she unwrapped the cord, pressed her ear against the tiny chest. Aaron couldn’t speak, couldn’t even blink. Please, he prayed to whatever god might be able to hear him, please let him be okay.

After what seemed like an eternity, the midwife looked up at him with grief in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, he’s dead,” she said softly.

Penny let out a sob and Aaron fell to his knees. Their son had never even had a chance at life. The midwife turned away, their baby cradled in her arms.

“Please, let me hold him,” Penny sobbed. The midwife looked at her and slowly approached. She pulled a blanket out of her apron and wrapped it around the small body before gently handing him to Penny. Aaron wept as Penny drew their child close to her chest. He ran his hand along his son’s forehead, his heart shattered into a million pieces.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Penny was saying, distraught. He climbed onto the bed and laid down next to her, pulling her head against his chest as she wept.

They laid like that for hours. The vampires tried to take the baby away, but Penny wouldn’t let them and they had enough decency not to force her to give up her child. Eventually, Penny fell asleep and Aaron stroked her hair, his emotions numb.

Penny’s skin was hot to the touch and Aaron frowned.

“Somethings wrong,” he said, looking at the midwife. She came over and felt Penny’s forehead, a frown deepening on her face.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she said, stepping away to grab some medicine.

“Hey sweetheart, you need to wake up,” Aaron said quietly. Penny groaned, her eyes fluttering open. She was starting to tremble.

“I love you,” she said, voice rough from tears.

“I love you too,” he replied. Then Penny’s eyes closed.

“Penny. Penny, wake up!” Aaron said frantically. Penny didn’t respond, her breathing was coming in short gasps. Her hand went limp in his. No no no. He couldn’t lose her too.

“Wake up, please wake up,” he sobbed.

“Help her!” he screamed at the vampires. The midwife approached and gently took one of his hands.

“She’s gone,” she said.

It was like the air was knocked out of Aaron’s lungs.

“No no no,” he sobbed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He held her for a while, long enough for her body to begin to cool. When the vampires pulled him away he didn’t fight, but he welcomed the oblivion of the venom.

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[whumpy-writings]

Hatred

Febuwhump 2022 Masterlist / Of Vampires and Men Masterlist

Febuwhump 2022 Day 1- Head Wound

CW: Vampires, slavery, captivity, pows, beating, blood, alcohol mention

Two guards entered the cell. “Come with us, Byrnes,” one of them said, his eyes bored. Micah swallowed nervously. None of them had left the cell since they had arrived three weeks ago. He got to his feet and followed the guards out into the hall. He lost track of how many turns they made until suddenly they stopped at a dark wooden door. One of the guards knocked before opening the door and leading Micah inside.

“Leave,” Weisman said with a wave of his hand. The guards left, the door closing ominously behind them. Weisman was sitting in an overstuffed leather chair, a glass of wine dangling in his hand.

“Kneel,” he said. Micah got to his knees, all the while keeping eye contact with the bastard.

“Sir-”

“No talking, Lieutenant. I want to enjoy my beverage,” Weisman said, taking a casual sip. It took ten minutes for the captain to finish his drink. Micah’s knees were starting to ache from the hard wooden floor and his heart was pounding. Finally the vampire set his glass down and made his way over to Micah. Micah held his gaze, though he had to crane his neck since Weisman was now standing directly in front of him. The slap came without warning, a flash of bright red pain on his cheek. Micah gasped.

“I hate you Torins,” Weisman growled, grabbing Micah by the collar and pulling him to his feet. “Do you know why?” Micah didn’t respond, he didn’t know if he should. If Weisman wanted him to. Another slap. “Answer me when I talk to you, Byrnes. Do you know why I hate Torins?”

“N-no sir,” Micah said shakily.

“I hate them because they’re weak. Pathetic. Arrogant. You act like you’re better than us because you treat your humans more ethically.” The sarcasm was thick on that last word. “Like the blood bags know the difference. And when we try to get more humans to feed our people what do you do? You attack us. You never learned to share. Think of that, Lieutenant. All of the lives wasted because of Torin greed.”

Micah was silent, even though he bristled at the implication that the Torins had been the ones to start the war. Clearly, the Lucians were the aggressors. He didn’t want to respond though, to risk antagonizing the captain.

“What do you have to say?” Weisman spat out.

Micah licked his lips, stalling for time. “We would have given you humans if you had just asked,” Micah said finally. The first punch drove the air out of Micah’s lungs. The second one hit his jaw and he felt his fangs rip through his bottom lip. Micah tried to pull away but the weeks of inadequate blood had weakened him.

“I’m going to make you suffer, Torin,” Weisman growled in his ear. “I’m going to make you mine.” And with that Weisman slammed his head into a table and Micah’s world went black.

…

Travis’ eyes went wide when Micah was dumped back into the cell. Bruises littered his face. Dark red blood, almost black, ran down the side of his head and his chin. Aleksander had rushed forward and was cradling Micah’s head in his lap.

“Human!” Aleksander called, his voice tinged with fear. Travis had no choice but to approach. Close up Micah looked even worse and Travis felt a stab of worry. Micah was a blood-sucking leech, yes, but he was also kind. He didn’t deserve to be beaten like this.

“The human is right here, Micah. Can you feed?” Aleksander asked gently. Micah groaned and his eyes fluttered open, not quite focused.

“Yeah,” he said.

Aleksander pulled Travis close so he was leaning against him and then held his wrist out to Micah. Travis didn’t resist. He would have just a week ago, when he was still scared and angry. But now he knew that these vampires were just as much prisoners as he was. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to care about them. Micah lifted a shaky hand and gripped Travis’ wrist gently. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. The venom hit Travis’ system and his muscles went limp. Aleksander supported him as Micah fed. He watched the vampire feed, entranced by the way he could see it happening, could see Micah’s throat moving as he swallowed, but couldn’t feel a thing. Fucking wild.

Travis started to close his eyes, the venom’s fatigue pulling him towards sleep.

“Thank you,” Micah said. Travis blinked his eyes open. He hadn’t realized that Micah had finished feeding.

“Didn’t want you to fuckin’ bleed all over the cell,” Travis said, the venom lowering his inhibitions. Micah shot him a wry smile.

“I appreciate that.” He paused. “You know, you still haven’t told us your name. I really don’t want to just call you “human” all the time.”

Travis sighed. There was no point keeping it secret, since he clearly was going to be stuck with these vampires for the foreseeable future.

“My name’s Travis,” he said, “Can I go to sleep now?”

Micah chuckled softly. “Sure, Travis. Sweet dreams.”

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