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“Explain what, you filthy demon? How you have this whole studio under your control? Waiting for the chance to drain everyone dry?” Joey squinted against the cross that was being raised at him and accepted defeat, he knew there was no way to convince the accountant otherwise. 

amazing gift art from @waruihoshi I’m still crying over tbh ;A; Made me think about a future scene involving Grant so I typed a lil flavor text ;3c

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From the DMs #3

Woo! Sorry it took a while, this one took some... finagling we'll say lol.

I wanted to share the thoughts because they have a few plot points to the lore, but it's also a bit more of an adult update ;3c

There's nothing overtly explicit here, but it does hint at some rather lewd things, but hey this is an au thought up by two adults who happen to enjoy smut [shrug]

It's getting late, and Joey is diligently working away in his office.

Henry closes the door behind him, giving him a smile. “Oh, my dear~ guess what time it is?” Joey glances up at the clock. “Close?” “Guess again.” Henry’s walking over now, and he’s got a look in his eye that Joey can’t quite place. The smell in the air is intoxicating though, and he can’t help but melt a little. “....6?” Henry’s got his hands on the desk. He leans over to give him a gentle kiss. It feels electric against his skin. “Joey. Darling. It’s your birthday.”

Joey blushed. “...Oh.” He'd been so busy with all the vampire stuff he'd forgotten. “So let’s get you back to my place so I can give you your present~” “My... my present?” Henry gives him a grin, that deliciously sweet smell gets stronger. “Mhhmm~”

And so, the two close up the studio for the night and head back to Henry's place, Joey still wondering what his gift could be.

Henry chatted with Joey the whole way to his home, taking him by the hand as they walked to the door. But Joey, he stopped just before the doorway, trying not to make it obvious that he couldn’t walk any further. Henry raised a brow, “What is it?” “What did you get me?” Joey asked uncomfortably. Henry just chuckled, tugging lightly again. “Come in, dear, and I’ll show you.” That was invitation enough. He followed his boyfriend into the house, relieved.

It's not long before Joey gets an idea of just what his gift is. Henry pinning him to the door with a kiss that's much more eager than the earlier one, his hand sinking into Joey's black hair.

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It of course just so happened that his birthday happened to fall on one of Joey's "Feeding Nights" with Benjamin.

Another two weeks, another human. Anything to keep Joey from getting hungry around Henry.

He made sure his boyfriend was good and asleep after their fun, and quickly grabbed his clothing from the floor. Once again, sneaking out unnoticed.

This time he knew there was some kind of trick to relaxing humans. He still wasn't sure how, but he'd secretly been trying it on Henry some whenever he'd noticed him tense while animating. It seemed to work then?

And so he tried the same approach here, making eye contact- Ignore that they're the same color as Henry's eyes- and willing the human to be calm and relax. And it seemed to do the job, the human slumping against the back of their seat in peace.

Well, bottom's up, Joey.

And so he enjoyed himself a drink.

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a poot sibling, a dracula cookie jar for $69.99, and a very lost jar jar binks at antiques village in sw ohio

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From the DMs #2

It’s been two weeks, as per his new agreement with Benjamin, Joey had gone to give him a visit. Thankfully for Joey, that visit was done now. The vampire was now spread out on the edge of the fountain at the local park, a place he regularly can be found reminiscing.

That visit was all that Joey could think about, it’d been so tense, so awkward. He knew what he was going to do. He didn’t want to do it. But it had been done.

This time, for the sake of Alistair’s neck, they’d gotten a new human. Benjamin wanted to help Joey, wanted him to learn and come into his abilities as naturally as possible. So that’s how they ended up in the tense situation they were in now.

See, vampires have the ability to control humans, it’s how they lure them in to get bitten, it’s how humans wake up with no memories of the night before. It’s why Joey had come in so willingly, finding Benjamin so attractive when they’d first met, how Joey had gotten frozen in place.

Unfortunately, Joey Drew wasn’t like other vampires. He had no instinctual ability to make this human do his bidding.

“Sooo… when do the others show up? Not a very eventful party with 4 people…?”

Ignoring the human’s question Benjamin gave a not so subtle nod to Joey, trying to tell him to get on with it.

He hadn’t expected the fledgeling to just move in for a bite with no warning.

Ben watched the struggle, unable to help the grimace on his face as the human cried out and fought to get away. Why wasn’t Joey calming him?

He couldn’t watch the human suffer any longer, using his own abilities to relax the man. Joey making a pleased noise as he practically melted into the vampire’s arms. 

It wasn’t long before Benjamin moved to give Joey a light tap, signaling that he’d had enough blood. The young vampire let go, and watched as Ben waved his hand in front of the human’s face, the man instantly passing out.

Ben asked why Joey hadn’t done anything, but that just confused him. Joey was supposed to do something?

And so here he was, eyes closed, listening to the rush of water next to him as he tried to figure out how to do what Benjamin asked of him.

“What’s got you so lost in thought?”

Ah, Henry had come to find him.

Joey glanced up as his boyfriend sat next to him, smiling when Henry’s hand went to lightly pet him, “Nothing much, Just thinking about how handsome you are, Dear.”

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From the DMs #1

Ok! So I want to share ideas and plot points. And lets be honest here, I'm never going to have a fully polished perfect fic or anything. So instead I thought I'd start doing something I'm going to call "From the DMs" Which, as the name implies, is from me discussing Vampy in Direct Messages.

They're going to be messy, but hey, it's these messy DMs that have made me fall in love with these men, so maybe you guys would like to see more. They're going to be all over the place timeline wise- and canon wise lol- but. yea. here ya go, Vampy lore. asdgsa

I figure the best place to start sharing is the beginning of it all, set some ground of what exactly Joey and Henry went through in the early days.

I don't really have actual logs for all this, so instead I'm going to just type it up as if I was telling it for the first time.

So, there's the beginning, Joey getting lured to Benjamin's and turned. That's been shared here. But what comes after? Joey tries to live his life. If he just pretends it didn't happen it's just fine, right? Him and Henry are super fluffy, cute things.

There's one night, Joey is closing up the studio and about to head home, when he sees that Henry fell asleep at his desk. Knowing he couldn't leave his love there, he picks him up and rather easily carries him home.

Henry of course wakes up on the drive home, finding himself sprawled in the backseat of Joey's car. After a small scare, a bit of a bad dream, Joey decides to let Henry spend the night, despite him not really needing sleep anymore.

When they get home it's kisses and nuzzles, even after all these years they can't get enough of each other. It's during a rather heated kiss that a new feeling hit's Joey. Thirst. He pulls away quickly, thankful that Henry takes it as shyness.

They move towards the bed, Henry of course is still exhausted. As they snuggle up, Henry notes that he's having trouble hearing Joey's heartbeat, but quickly gives up and rolls over, passing out.

Once Joey is sure his boyfriend is going to stay out, he gets up and leaves. He doesn't want to admit what he is. That that night really happened. But even more so he doesn't want to hurt Henry. So Joey finds himself back at Benjamin's home. He's in a panic at this point, the longer the night went the more he became aware of his thirst, of the people around him.

Luckily, despite some irritation- Joey could only assume why, what with Alistair's appearance on the couch, a robe, face flushed, hair a mess- Benjamin is willing to help Joey. Just like the first time, the older vampire allows Joey to feed from Alistair, this time trying to help him be gentler and more in control. Thankfully, this time it goes without much issue. After this night, they make an agreement, Joey will come back, twice a month, and they'll help him with feeding and not killing people. Joey says his thanks, leaving and heading back home to hold his unaware boyfriend.

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While we’re on the topic of Halloween for the entire month, I want to know why vampire or werewolf stories constantly pit werewolves and vampires against each other? If I’m remembering it right in novel Dracula it’s shown or at least heavily implied Dracula can turn into a dog/wolf so the rivalry doesn’t make any sense. If anything vampires (or at least Dracula) should see a werewolf and say “oh sick me too”

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Yes, it’s a “draw your friend’s ocs in your style” uwuFor this one, they all come from a friend’s server.Maybe one day, if I’m motivated, I’ll do a twitter/tumblr/deviantart version but with mutuals

In order : Absinth by @ask-the-hellion-studio / @fullmoondaggers-art, Dream by @waruihoshi, Whitelaw by @rinkopatateneko, Mary-Jane by @startistdoodles, Adelaide by @greenghostlyjekyll, Willy by @insane-control-room, Indigo by @inkylegacy, Vampy by @justapencilandsomeblood, Eska by @randomwriteronline, Alex by @sassinapaperbag, Candelabra by @vespavespa and finally Erin by @lady-lampblack

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Ok, What's up with Henry's clothes? I get that he grew up with less money, but at this point shouldn't he be dressed a little better with joey's help?

Ah yes, that old green sweater.

You’re completely right about how he could be dressed better, I mean, Joey wears a suit every day. But Joey would never push his love to change. And The sweater is sentamental as well.

Henry’s father worked to earn the money for the family, it wasn’t much he brought home, and it wasn’t safe either. But He did his best.

His father didn’t hesitate to help out Joey either, once he ran into issues with his own family. Henry’s father was more a dad than Joey’s biological one ever was.

Unfortunately one day he didn’t make it home after work, leaving Henry to care for his mother. When he found his father’s old sweater, the one he’d wear all the time, he couldn’t help himself.

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What’s that? Something new about this AU? I went ahead and colored this base to show off the official designs and relative heights of the 4 named characters so far!

Benjamin, the vampire that turned Joey. He’s been around for quite some time with Alistair, his human partner that also acts as his servant.

Henry, Joey’s loving boyfriend, clueless to the double life his partner is now living. He’s the artist for the Buddy Boris cartoons.

Alistair, Benjamin’s human life partner. He has survived all this time with Ben by living off his blood in doses small enough keep him alive without turning him.

and finally, the shortest, Joey Drew himself. The recently turned vampire that’s just trying to balance his new life.

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@mintypubber <3

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There is a specific and terrifying difference between “never were” monsters and “are not anymore” monsters

“The thing that was not a deer” implies a creature which mimics a deer but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying

“The thing that was not a deer anymore” on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a deer before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations.

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you know what time it is babey!!!

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Soooooo, this is a tad late lol, but last month @ichaisme wrote me a birthday gift pushing quite a few of my favorite tropes into a thing about when Benjamin, the vampire that turned Vampy, became a vampire himself, as well as Alistair- at the time Allison-'s reaction to it.

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Allison hadn’t seen Benjamin in over a week.

For the inseparable pair, even spending a full 24 hours without any sort of interaction was unheard of, but this? She feared the worst. He’d gone out to the woods one night, seeking the night market that often took place in the glen, and never came back.

Some locals jokingly whispered about him being whisked away by fairies, or a different maiden fair, leaving her high and dry, but she knew he’d sooner die than be led off anywhere. He was too proud and too confident to be swept off like that. Images of him dead out there, somewhere, without her ever knowing or having looked haunted her dreams. Another week passed. Her heart won over her mind. She had to find him.

With nothing more than a pack on her back, she ventured into the woods where he’d vanished. Either she’d find him, alive or dead, or die trying.

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Fruitless.

Absolutely fruitless.

She spent 3 useless days searching, resting at night and tucked safely away from potential threats. Not even a trace of a body. The market-owners said that he never made it to the market.

However.

Apparently there’d been mysterious disappearances all throughout the region. Some turned up bodies. Some... some did not.

They advised her to give up on finding him. Go home where it’s safe. But Allison knew. Something deep inside of her said that those disappearances had everything to do with her beau. Instead, she switched her search from day to night.

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A lantern provided her only source of light. She kept it close, knowing if she lost that she wouldn’t survive the night. Already, the dark shadows and twisting trees led her astray, footpaths turning her in circles, struggling to find where to go versus where she’d already been.

Suddenly, she heard a low growl just behind her. She took off with a scream and the sound of something large and breathing heavily hot on her heels. Whatever it was, it was gaining fast, so much faster than her, weaving in and out of trees, seeming to circle her.

In her panic one thought leapt to the front of her mind.

Whatever it was, it was toying with her. Like a cat playing with a mouse, the thing behind her sent her back and forth, scrabbling for cover, for a way out, ANYTHING so she might survive.

Too late did she realize that she was actually being guided in a very specific direction. The cliff face loomed high above her head in every way but the way she came. She was trapped.

Hyperventilating and holding back tears, she turned to face her doom.

Except.

Except.

“Ben?!”

The thing was gone, and walking towards her instead, as she saw in the dim light, was a very familiar figure. She could spot her lover from anywhere. “Oh, Ben!”

She cried, relieved and scared at the same time. She expected him to run for her, sweep her up and kiss her, or maybe fall apart in relief. He did neither. In fact, he didn’t react at all. Just continued his slow, almost ambling walk.

“Ben...?”

Something was very wrong. As he drew closer, she could get a better glimpse at his features. Clothing rumpled from a fight, hair mussed and slightly matted with... something, eyes as black as the sky above them, and pointed fangs. His attention was trained on her and only her. He was stalking, a lion ready to pounce. She pressed back against the cliff as far as she could.

“B-Ben, please! It’s me, it’s Allison! What happened to you?!”

No response.

No reaction.

Only a beast waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Stop! Please, get away!”

The moment arrived.

He was on her in a flash, scream sharply cut off by a hand to her throat, dragging her up, painfully up onto her tiptoes, choking, gasping for air and clinging to his hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head as fangs sunk into flesh. Fire and ice interplayed, searing burn from the bite, glaring cold of her blood leaving her body, and something probing her mind, keeping her terrified and yet like putty in his grasp.

Her grip loosened and dropped, arms hanging limply at her sides. He started to lower her down, both because she verged passing out from the lack of oxygen and the firm forced immobility. She stood stock still, partially supported by his arm now around her waist.

He was determined to drink her dry. While externally she melted into him, letting him feast, internally she desperately tried to escape his mental grip, slowly being dragged into the dark abyss of unconsciousness. For just a moment, she yanked herself free, not entirely but just enough to weakly, shakily raise one arm, cup his cheek with a trembling hand. “B-Ben... please...”

Something about the tender touch and her quiet begging broke through the haze of bloodlust he’d been under. Black slowly drained from his eyes, until nothing but the natural color remained. The reach in her mind ceased. Fangs retracted. She collapsed in his arms, soft moan of pain slipping out of her. She smiled a bit in exhausted relief as she felt his hug instead.

“A-Allison?!”

He quickly sealed the wound, scooping her up to carry her bridal-style instead, looking absolutely horrified, panicked, and something she couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was just the aftereffects of whatever he did in her mind, but the fear was gone, replaced with relief and heavy exhaustion. She curled up, resting her head against his chest. There was no reassuring beat anymore. Disturbed, she moved her head, weakly pulling up to rest on his shoulder instead.

“Why did you do that? What happened to you...?” She asked, already fighting to stay awake, eyes slowly slipping shut. The last thing she heard was a quiet sigh, felt a kiss to the head.

“I... I’ll explain when we return home.”

He was silent as he walked, guilt gnawing at his gut. He’d tell her the truth. She deserved that much. But... he didn’t know what he’d do if she left him. He couldn’t handle that. It was so easy, just a little removal of one emotion, leave all the rest, and... it was sort of real, wasn’t it? If she wasn’t blinded by fear, then she could see the truth of everything, the truth of him! It would be fine.

At least, that’s what he told himself. He wished he could remove his own fear.

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night sluts

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Guess who commissioned @halfusek again as if that's any surprise lol

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The First Bite

So, as promised here’s the first of probably many RPs between me and @ichaisme I’m enjoying writing with her, and it’s probably the closest I’ll get to ever actually writing out this story, so I hope you all enjoy~

It was a peculiar store, walls and shelves full of oddities and the occult.  Joey Drew felt right at home among the dusty trinkets and books claiming to be full of magic. He was thankful Henry knew of his more out there hobbies, and allowed him to indulge. Today, a particular book caught the man's attention, one about vampires. He smirked and rolled his eyes at the ridiculous notion of such things existing, but humored himself with a read anyways. Joey was so engrossed in fact, he didn't notice the man watching him until he heard him clear his throat. "O-oh! My apologies, we're you interested in the book im reading or-" His brow furrowed as he was handed a small card, the strange man whispering. "If you're truly interested in that topic, come to this address tonight, it'll be a night you'll never forget." And with that, the man walked away, leaving Joey to stare at the card in his palm. --- Joey sighed as he looked up at the large, decrepit house in front of him. Oh, Drew, what are you getting yourself into... He just had to be curious. He just had to know. You know what they say about curiosity and cats. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to grab the knocker on the door and giving a good few hits.  Guess it's time to wait, I feel so dumb... what if this is all an elaborate prank?

******** The door slowly opened to reveal the presumable owner of the building. Tall and thin, one could wonder how he held together in his frailty, and yet he exuded a confidence that almost completely covered any concern. The dark red velvet suit jacket, perfectly tailored to him, lined with black and dotted in dark brass buttons, helped cut an impressive figure. Gaze going further up, the pale face practically shone in the dim light. His eyes, a rich brown so bright they almost seemed red, looked him up and down. His emotions danced across his face in a well-rehearsed dance: recognition, understanding, and finally, warm hospitality. “Ah,” he began smoothly, leaning a bit into his cane; the picture of nonchalance. “You must be the guest Alistair invited. My name is Benjamin. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He offered a black gloved hand to shake, tilting his head politely down. The position made it more obvious that his gelled hair pulled back into two distinct points. “Do come in. Dinner is about to be served~” ******** Oh. Oh dear. Joey felt his face heat up as he took in the other man's appearance. He was pretty sure he was a monogamous man, but this stranger was suddenly making him have doubts. He cleared his throat, reaching out to take the hand that was offered, "Drew, Joey Drew," he stumbled, stepping inside. He wasn't sure if he wanted this man to recognize his name or not. Sure, he was proud of his and Henry's work on the Boris cartoons, but what would such a regal gentleman think of him for making silly children's shows? Although, his thoughts were cut off at the idea of food, "Oh, dinner sounds just lovely! I'm starving." ******** “Joey Drew?” He raised a brow, closing the door behind the man after he stepped inside. “The same Joey Drew of Boris cartoon fame?” A man like that, interested in the occult? How interesting. It did… complicate things just a little. Alistair would need to be more discrete about disposal, and other logistics would need to me be hammered out, but… he wouldn’t be the highest-profile victim he’d ever had. “Incredible, being in the presence of such a talent.” The mention of food again brought his sharper smile back, bowing with a flourish and directing him towards the dining room. “Coincidentally, so am I. Shall we dine?” ******** His cheeks reddened more at the recognition, but he didn't respond, instead gladly following towards the dining room. Although, upon reaching their destination, Joey couldn't help but pause. There was a table, just as extravagant as the rest of the house, but it wasn't set in the least, in fact it had a layer of dust, cobwebs clinging to the centerpiece. No one had eaten here in a long time. "Uhhh..." he ran a finger through the dust, his back turned to the men, "I hate to come across as rude, but I am a tad confused on dinner, is it just not here yet?" Just go along with this, Drew, they're obviously pulling your leg. Perhaps two men that are a bit too into role play? ******** Benjamin had to take a moment to compose himself after that. Most who stepped into his dining room realized immediately something horrible was about to happen. They'd try to beg. They'd try to run. All met the same end. But this man... reckless in his interests and completely oblivious to danger, kept up the game. Such naiveté... it was endearing in a way, like a puppy that didn't quite understand that its tail was attached to its body. It was almost a shame to kill him. But, a meal was a meal. A red glow to his eyes signalled the shift. Like a snake advancing on an unaware prey, he slunk up behind him, one hand creeping up to grip Joey's shoulder, tight but not painful. "Perhaps you have been led astray, sir," he murmured into his ear, voice lowering in octave. Another step closer, and Joey stood trapped between the table and Ben's body, solid despite the thinness. "You are the meal~" He relished the sensation a moment, before the grip on Joey's shoulder tightened, and the vampire sank his fangs into his neck. ******** He really was oblivious, convinced he knew the situation. He was going to turn to face the two, expecting some form of 'we got you!!' Instead, Joey found that he couldn't move. Some invisible force kept his body firmly planted in front of the table, his back to the strangers. Fuck. Okay, just breathe Drew. No need to panic. Then the hand was on his shoulder- he was trapped. He couldn't move. He couldn- Oh fuck that hurt- Joey's breathing was uneven, the sounds of swallowing in his ear. He could feel the tug, his blood being forcefully taken. Fuck... this is real... ******** Ben contented himself with drinking at first, but the longer he drained, the more he wondered-- maybe he should let him live. There was some amusement to be had in that. If he intended to though, he had to decide quick. The oddly cute but naive human, or a full meal... With a barely muttered curse he pulled away. That was what he got for still mingling at all with humans. He punctured his own wrist with his fangs, holding Joey firmly upright and in place as he waited for the blood to flow. Such an odd distinction between the living and the (un)dead. He technically still had a heartbeat, slow as it may be. Blood somehow still flowed through his veins, yet... thicker. Darker. More potent. For a vampire to drink another's blood would mean to go insane. For a human... well, it would let him survive how much he'd lost so far. Once there was enough dripping down his arm for a taste, he shoved the bloodied limb into Joey's mouth. ******** Joey Drew was going to die. He'd finally done something stupid enough, and was facing the consequences. Everything was cold, the freezing chill starting in his fingertips, spreading up his arms the more was drank. He wasn't even aware anymore. Everything had gone black, Joey lost in his own mind. But then there was a spark. A small taste like electricity. He felt himself coming back as he licked at whatever was in his mouth. It was amazing. Words couldn't describe how it tasted, how it felt. He wanted more. He reached up, grabbing the limb as it tried to pull away, digging his teeth in. ******** Ben winced a bit. Apparently, the taste was very compelling. That could cause an issue. He shifted his hand up to grip Joey’s hair tightly, forcibly pulling his head away from his wrist, “If you go too far you’ll turn yourself,” he warned with a hiss. “That’s more than enough for you to survive.” ******** A small whine came from Joey's throat as he fought against Ben's hold. This wasn't how the man ever behaved, but that taste. It wouldn't get out of his head. How bad he wanted it. Needed it. He struggled again, trying to lunge for another bite. ******** "Really?" Ben raised a brow, scoffing a bit. "Fine. You can't drain me, and I warned you. Suffer the consequences." He released his grip on the man's hair. ******** As if Joey even comprehended that warning. The second he was let go, he jumped. Joey dug his teeth back into Ben's arm, opening the wound that had already begun healing. He let out a moan, getting lost in the taste as blood filled his mouth. He never wanted to stop. It was sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted, filled him with a newfound energy. But soon- Soon Joey let go, pushing the limb away with a gag. It had turned rotten, burning his throat. He doubled over, gagging and coughing, his mind suddenly clear again. "W-what...?" Joey was trying to get his bearings, remembering where he was, remembering what had happened. It was only after a few minutes did Joey really consider what was going on. He looked up at Ben, his hand going to the dark bite mark on his neck, the wound already healed over. The more time passed, the more Joey noticed was off. There was a steady heartbeat, he tracked the sound, he could hear Alistair's heart. It was loud and clear despite the man being on the other side of the room. Joey panicked, falling backwards as he began hyperventalating. Ben was a demon. A monst- Joey had to protect himself. He dug into his pocket, intent on grabbing the small silver chain he kept there. With a hiss of pain, Joey instantly removed his hand, staring at the smoking skin, and now seeing the sharp black claws on his fingers. His crucifix had burned him. Tears were running down his face, whether from pain, fear, the crushing realization of what had happened... "What did you do?" ******** "Ruined a perfectly good meal," he sighed, glancing over the wound before tugging down his sleeve. "Now the turning you into a vampire part, that was mostly you. I intended to only give you enough to not kill you, but despite my warnings you continued to drink. So here you are." ******** "T-turning me...?" Joey felt his body go cold at those words, sure, it'd been obvious. But hearing the truth out loud like that slapped him in the face. His gaze fell from the other man- the other vampire- to instead stare at the floor. He wasn't human. Joey Drew was a monster. Damned. Cursed. The tears kept flowing, dripping down onto the floor as Joey sat in silence. ******** He sighed softly at the display. "Always a rough time for the newly turned. You will adjust," he said assuredly. "Tread lightly during this time. I'm happy to answer questions.." ******** Joey let out a defeated sigh, wiping his face and standing up. He felt numb. Dead. Because you are dead... "I..." his voice cracked as he tried to speak, his throat horribly dry, "do you have any water...?" ******** He shook his head, unable to keep slight amusement from his face. "Water will not quench your thirst. Not anymore." As he spoke, he slunk over to Alistair's side, placing a leading hand on his shoulder. "May I offer you as this fledgling's first taste, my love? You know I'll watch him very closely," he murmured, audible only to him as they stepped a bit closer to where Joey stood. ******** Alistair of course gave a diligent nod, he would do anything for Benjamin. Although, he did now have a light blush thanks to how soft the other was. Joey on the other hand, he was trembling, terrified once more of what he'd become. He didn't fully hear the conversation, but he could easily figure out what had been discussed. "N-no!" He took a step back, unfortunately bumping right into the table, "I can't...!" ******** "Of course you can. You live in an either or. Either you drink, or you die. Better have your first in a controlled environment, learn humanity's limits since I doubt you're willing to kill. Your other option is to go feral with hunger and likely hurt someone you care about. I suppose that's your choice." He wasn't about to coddle Joey, though he did feel he should insist at least once before letting him go. No one could accuse him of not trying then. ******** Go feral... and hurt someone...? Joey frowned, hating that the other vampire was right. This was his life now. He needed- Joey didn't want to think about that. Just drink some and move on with life. Ignore that you're a bloodthirsty monster. He nodded, turning to Alistair. The man gave a small smile, tucking his long black hair behind his ear and exposing his neck. With a nervous glance at the human's face, he leaned in and bit down. ******** True to his whispered promise, he stayed close by the entire time Joey fed, half possessive, half out of concern. First time biters had a tendency to go too far. And if he dared even try to take a drop more of what he should from Alis, he was going to separate them. ******** Alistair winced, it wasn't at all gentle and warm like when Ben fed from him on occasion. Of course it wouldn't be, Ben was experienced, this was Joey's first time. He glanced over at Benjamin, his brows furrowing in concern as he started feeling weak. How much was he going to take? Joey didn't want to admit it, but it did taste good. It came natural as well. Each swallow calming the dry scratch in his throat. Filling him with a wonderful full feeling he knew he'd crave forev- He let go with a hiss when he felt a small tug, only moving about an inch away from the bite to bare his fangs at whoever was daring to take his meal. "Mine." ******** The second Alistair glanced at him, he reached to pull Joey lightly away. Oh, but that hiss. That claim. He bristled with barely contained rage, throwing him back with superhuman strength.  "NO. MINE. Control yourself, or I will do that for you," he growled, hugging Alistair possessively to him. ******** When Joey hit, something had cracked from the impact. Him or the wall, he couldn't tell let alone care at this moment. His meal was being taken. He got up, ready to fight. ******** Ben scowled and held Alis a little tighter. “Fine. I warned you.” He glared, letting his rage funnel into his order, “RELAX. Take a seat while you’re at it. Calm down.” ******** Joey felt his whole body suddenly untense. He slumped back against the wall he'd hit, sliding down to the floor to sit. He stared at the other two, confused and a bit shaken at his body moving on his own. ******** “You’re wondering what just happened,” Ben commented, watching him. “We are... bonded, in a way. My blood turned you. If I order you to do something, anything at all, your body will obey without question, even if your mind objects. I don’t intend to abuse that power, but until you can control your urges, I will use it disciplinarily. For example, when you get too consumed by the taste of blood.” He scoffed a bit, then realized he was still hugging his partner to him. A bit of composure lost, he quickly separated, but couldn’t help but linger slightly with his hand on his cheek. “How are you feeling?” ******** Alistair smiled at the hand on his cheek, Ben was always such a comfort. He glanced over at Joey, the fledgling sitting with his head hung in silence, then looked back up at Ben, "I'll be alright, Sir, just a bit dizzy." He reached up to his neck, feeling the sticky mess that remained with a grimace. ******** His gaze traveled down to the blood on his neck. “Let me take care of that. And Joey, pay attention,” he ordered carefully. “This is arguably the most important part of the process, if you don’t want to kill someone. You need to seal the puncture wounds. If you don’t, they can bleed out.” With affection and tenderness, he brought his mouth to Alistair’s neck, cleaning the mess Joey left behind with his tongue, willing assurance and warmth into every action. He put particular attention to the puncture wounds themselves, allowing enough time for it to fully close. ******** Alistair couldn't help the shiver that went down his spine, nor his cheeks heating up. He loved getting attention like this from Ben. The taller man being so gentle and caring, considering what Alistair has seen him do to men, it reminded him just how precious he was to the vampire. Joey let out a small sigh of frustration as he watched, he was still under Benjamin's control, unable to speak or move. ******** He smiled a bit as he felt him shiver, lingering a bit longer close to him before finally pulling away. "There we go. Joey, you are free now. Blood loss is serious." ******** Joey remained silent, but stood. He didn't want to acknowledge what had happened. He didn't want to accept what he was. But... after a few more stretches of silence he spoke, "I," he took a deep breath, "I don't think I can do this on my own." He wanted to just leave. Leave and be done with this night. Yet he knew he'd need to feed again. ******** Ben nodded a bit, "Come to us. We can guide you through the process, and you will not have to kill anyone," he offered. ******** "T-thank you," he mumbled in response, I won't have to kill anyone. It'll be fine. Joey moved towards the door, trying to ignore the freezing numbness in his chest at the fear of just what he'd gotten himself into.