Open Your Eyes
I’ve been getting a lot more into vampire whump lately, which I would say is really thanks to the story The Rare Bookseller by @/oliversrarebooks (I literally can’t get enough its so fucking good) so here’s a little thing I did :D
cw: blood, mind control, brief mention of a muzzle, vampire whump
Continuation
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The world buzzed around him, liquified by the fuzziness seeping into his brain. It was hard to tell where he was now, almost as if the knowledge had slipped his mind, as part of him knew that he had been well aware of the fact mere seconds ago.
Reality felt distant, almost as if he was sitting in the confines of his own mind.
Unlike usual, his mind was not filled to the brim with nonstop stress and thoughts, but was now rather empty. The sensation of such contrast to his normal self was immensely unsettling, yet at the same time coated with a pleasurable calm, drowsiness.
It was… nice.
And it shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t feel like this at all. Only a slight part of him could make out the situation, a mystical hand gripping his head and squeezing out his brain, and it alarmed him to no end.
He felt like a thrall.
He felt like thrall, and he was a vampire.
He tried to grasp for a reasonable explanation, who had managed it, why, how, yet he could barely manage to even recall where he was. It was completely overwhelming, taking him over completely, and leaving him swimming in a maze of cloudy haziness.
Docile. Fuzzy. Blank.
Then, the blank faded. Slightly.
It was a voice, and a very nice one at that. The sound enveloped every inch of him, thick and saccharine. Almost recognizable, but not. The realization was only a flicker of light in his brain, before it slipped through like water. The half thought was utterly overtaken by the words.
“I know you’re hungry, dear.” The sudden sensation of a deep rooted hunger, almost starving, bubbled up in his stomach. It was almost as if it had always been there, constantly nagging at him, now amplified by a thousand. He yearned for the hunger to be fulfilled, even subsided at the least.
“Do you feel that? The overwhelming reality, one that you have ignored for far too long? In pursuit of foolish moral ideals?” He did feel it, there was not a doubt in his being. A soft hand pressed gently to his chill back, beginning a faint rub on his shoulder blade. It was pleasurable, almost as much as the instinctive action of licking his thin fangs.
“You’re utterly starving, darling, I know. You know what you’re so hungry for, don’t you?” He did. Even if the realization was being rejected by his faint self, all of him knew the answer.
The thick, rich, enrapturing answer.
As if compelled by the words flowing through his ears and mind, his head tipped into a slight nodding motion, the sleepiness pounding into his head.
“Say it.”
Against his own will, his lips began to part.
“Think it.”
The word filled his brain, capturing his undivided attention.
“Want it.”
He most definitely did.
The rubbing on his back ceased, the fingers gently pulling away. He didn’t mind, too distracted by the need pulling at him. He barely registered the sounds around him, the swift slicing of a knife, a muffled, pained whimper.
As soon as they had left, the fingers returned, this time twisting through strands of his neatly kept hair.
“You want it terribly, don’t you? I can tell, I always have.” The familiarity began to eat at him slightly. “What a shame it would be to have a vampire, a lord even, who refused to drink blood? To prey upon foolish humans? To own a thrall? It would be such a shame, wouldn’t it? It would, isn’t that right, Lord Theodore?”
Through the globby haze, the thought leaked in. She was talking about him, he knew that. He was Lord Theodore. He refused.
Yet, he felt himself nodding along, still, eager to please her. Her, he then came to the realization, was Scarlett. Even if he was not placed under a layer of fabricated calm, it would not come to a surprise that she of all people had found a way to twist her former friend into the thing he hated most.
“But you want those things, those experiences. Don’t you, dear?” Begrudgingly, his mouth watered at the thought. “I know you do, so very badly. Can’t you just smell it?”
Almost immediately, he felt his nostrils unplug, becoming clear as day. At least clear until a mind-bending aroma filled them to the brim, ripping him from anything close to a thought. His stomach felt as if someone was ripping it apart from the inside, starvation clinging to his entire self.
“Open your eyes, darling. Open your eyes and you can fulfill the hunger that claws at you.” Upon the command, he did exactly that.
His pupils instantly settled into the darkness, glossing over the figure in front of him. It practically made no difference to him that the person, the human, was chained and muzzled. He practically paid the sight no mind. He especially ignored the desperate feeling, knowledge, that he knew the human as well. A friend maybe. A good friend, even. The information was being barred from his mind, too enveloped in the obsession already having taken a hold on him.
He was much too focused on the dark, glistening dribbles of liquid seeping from a cut on the human’s leg. He couldn’t help but stare hungrily, greedily licking his knife sharp fangs once again.
“Go on, no one is stopping you. Everyone knows you want it.” Every word that slipped from her mouth, coated in a voice like butter that licked his ears, pounded into his head. As much as he attempted to hold himself back, he was unable to stop his body from operating without him.
For a second he hesitated, then began to carefully make his way to the delicious substance. He was crawling, hands and feet chilled upon the icy floor.
His mouth painstakingly slowly traveled over the cut, fangs-bared, and hovered inches above. It took all strength to merely shift his eyes to meet hers, bloodshot and puffy, coated with wet tears. She was practically pleading with him, even if they both knew there was nothing he could do.
“It will get rid of the pain, Theo, and return with unmatched pleasure. We both know you would give anything for the hunger to go away. As much as you praise your defiance, you were never good at hiding your hunger. Just give in to your urges, Lord, as animalistic as they might seem.”
And that he did.
