#*dad voice* kid its time you learned about the birds and the bees. vampire version obviously

[echo-goes-mmm]

Circle of Life (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: blood, murder, death, implied non-con, implied torture, nudity, gun (briefly)

Vale could hear them from a half a mile away; a huge racket that disturbed the still night. 

He stalked them as they moved through the woods. It was rare that prey came to him, usually he had to hunt them down.

At first he thought they were campers who preferred the deep forest to the cozy campsites, but it soon became clear they were no campers.

One held a flashlight and a shovel, and was fully clothed. The other had his wrists chained together with heavy metal and thick cuffs, and he was completely nude.

Intriguing.

Vale followed them silently. He observed their conversation; the naked one sobbed as the shovel holder barked orders. 

“Please,” begged the naked one, “I- I’m sorry.”

“A little late for that, sugar.”

Vale licked his lips and watched.

The two stopped in a small clearing, and he could tell the one in charge had been there before.

“Start digging.” ordered the leader. He tossed the shovel on the ground, and the crying man picked it up.

Was he digging his own grave? How cruel. How entertaining. 

Vale circled around, inhaling their scent. The leader was sweet-smelling, but the follower stank of sweat and dried blood, semen and other bodily fluids. Underneath the foul stink was an alluring savoriness. He was a fine specimen worth keeping. The other was disposable.

Vale was going to sink his teeth into both of them.

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Nick wasn’t really going to kill Felix. At least, not yet. Making him dig his own grave was just to scare him. It was funny to see him beg for his life, when Nick had no intention of killing him.

Well, it was funny, until the hair on the back of his head stood up. 

He glanced around the woods. Nothing. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

A twig snapped in the darkness. He swung the flashlight around. Still nothing. He reached for the gun tucked into his pants.

“Ya better get a move on,” he called into the dark. “I’m armed.” If it was an animal, the light and the sound of his voice should have scared it off.

The darkness chuckled. “Oh dear,” it said, “I’m scared.”

That was not an animal. Felix whimpered beside him, staring at the gun, but Nick had bigger fish to fry than to tell him to shut up.

He clicked off the safety and pointed it in the direction of the voice. “I ain’t gonna say it again. Forget you saw us an’ leave. Or I'll shoot.”

Something in the darkness moved towards them, and Nick was a man of his word. He fired off three shots, and there was a grunt.

But then the shadowy figure kept coming, and a- a thing stepped out into the beams of his flashlight.

The man was tall and lean, his face pale and hair dark, eyes red.

“How rude,” he said. Nick stared in horror at the bullet holes on his fancy shirt, thick black tar in the place of blood.

Nick had shot him dead in the heart, and the thing called him rude.

“Wha- what are you?” he managed.

“Hungry,” grinned the man, and his bone white teeth were sharp as a snake’s.

Nick turned tail and ran.

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Master had left him behind, and took the light with him. The dark was overpowering, and he couldn’t see the vampire except for the faint glow of his red eyes.

“Please don’t kill me,” he whimpered.

The vampire circled around him, his footsteps silent. 

A cold breath brushed against his neck. “Why shouldn’t I?”

“I-” his mind raced. “I can in-invite you into my Master’s house,” he offered, “you can have him instead.”

The vampire hummed. “Can you?” he mocked. 

“I- I think so? I lived there too.”

The vampires laughed, a breathy sinister sound. “I don’t need you for that,” he cooed into his ear. “I could just wait him out.”

Felix swallowed. He was right there.

“Please,” he begged.

A cool hand tilted his head, the grip on his jaw firm and unbreakable. 

“Hold still.”

A sharp, cold pain stabbed into his neck. He gasped, and could feel warmth leaving him. Soon he felt woozy, his stomach turning, head dizzy.

He couldn’t form the words to beg, thoughts escaping him as soon as they showed themselves.

“You’re filthy,” said the vampire, pulling out with a slick sound.

“Nnng-” Felix was limp in his arms, unable to even stand. Distantly he felt himself moving, the vampire lifting him without effort.

“Let’s go home and get you clean.”

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He could hear the vampire, could feel his touch. His hands were cool, but his voice was warm, if condescending. 

“Were you living in squalor?” he asked. Felix couldn’t answer him; he was too weak to even keep his eyes open. 

“No matter. I’ll wash this mess off of you.”

A hot washcloth pressed to his skin, wiping away the filth. 

The bath he was in was shallow, but blessedly hot. Almost too hot, but Felix had no complaints. A groan slipped past his lips when the vampire agitated his bruises, but there was no reaction, corrective or merciful.

The vampire kept going until every inch of him had been scrubbed clean, every inch, and then he heard the water draining and felt a towel rub him dry.

The vampire scooped him up again, and his head lolled to rest against the vampire’s chest.

Strength was slowly coming back to him, and he willed his eyes open. The vampire was carrying him down a dim hallway. It was like in the stories, dark stone and torches on the walls.

The vampire turned into a room, a bedroom. A lived-in bedroom, and Felix braced himself.

The vampire set him down in the bed, looming over him.

His cool hand came to stroke his cheek, and Felix was paralyzed with more than simple weakness.

But the vampire blew out the candle and crawled past him into the bed. He pulled the covers over them, and Felix let out the breath he was holding.

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It wasn’t like sleeping next to a corpse. Master was cool, but not cold, only a few degrees of warmth difference between them.

Still, he slept fitfully. Unlike the basement, he couldn’t just collapse into a deep sleep. Not with a vampire right next to him.

Felix woke late in the morning, the vampire gone. The dizziness had disappeared, and he was clean.

He got up, taking the sheet with him to cover his nakedness. He poked his head out into the hall, left and-

The vampire was standing directly to his right. He yelped in surprise, and the vampire grinned and tilted his head.

“Feeling better, I see.” It wasn’t a question, but Felix nodded anyway.

The vampire looked him up and down, and Felix got the feeling he was hungry for more than blood.

He stepped closer, and under the light of morning Felix could see him clearly. 

Tall, imposing, with pale unmarked skin and red eyes. He reached out and tilted Felix’s chin up with clawed fingers.

He grabbed the sheet and jerked it from him, tossing it away.

“You wear what I give you. Nothing less, nothing more.” Felix swallowed.

“Yes, Master.”

Master stepped away again. He began to circle, and Felix shuddered. 

Master was inspecting him. A cool hand settled on his hips, the other tracing up his spine, splaying over his ribs. Groping, feeling him up, wrapping around his neck.

“Good boy, Felix.”

How did he know his name? Master must have been stalking them through the woods longer than he thought, and had heard Nick.

Master squeezed his hip before circling back around.

“Come, pet,” Felix had no choice but to follow him down the hall.

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After breakfast and getting dressed (finally), Master tugged a collar around his neck and pulled him back out into the woods.

It didn’t take long before he realized he would have to make good on his offer to turn Nick over to him. Master was tracking their path from the night before, smelling his way through the forest.

He nearly felt bad for Nick, but his scars and bruises reminded him that Nick was a monster. He deserved it.

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The poor bastard’s house backed up to the woods. 

“Go on, pet,” ordered Master, gesturing. “Invite me in.”

Felix walked up to the porch and turned to Master, a mockery of good manners. 

“Would- would you like to come in, Master?”

“I certainly would.”

Master kicked the door open, the wood splintering as if it were nothing. There was a shout from inside, and Master moved so fast he blurred.

Felix meekly followed him into the house.

Nick was pinned underneath Master, thrashing. Master’s mouth was open, fangs dripping with saliva. 

“No! Nononono-”

Master sank his teeth into Nick’s neck, but he was tearing, not feeding.

Felix watched in horror as blood spurted everywhere, spray coating the furniture and soaking into the carpet. Nick high screams turned to a gurgle, and his flesh tore away with a sick squelching riiiiiip.

Master panted, mouth dripping with gore. He licked his lips.

“How about,” he said, as casual as anything, “you show me where he kept you.”

“Okay,” he whispered, barely able to look away from the remaining blood slowly pulsing out of Nick’s obliterated throat.

He led Master to the basement. It stank of old urine, and the smell he had gotten used to smacked him in the face with a renewed vengeance.

Master seemed unperturbed and instead studied Nick’s setup. 

He traced a finger over Felix’s old chains, humming. He glanced at the sex toys laid out on the far table, but took more of an interest in the torture tools. Felix couldn’t bear to look, instead eyeing the bloodstained corner he used to sleep.

Oh how much could change in just one night.

“Let’s go, pet. I’ve seen enough.” Master held two of Nick’s whips in his hand, the long bullwhip and the crop. 

Shit.

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He was an idiot.

Nothing had changed at all.

He had the bed, but Master was in bed with him. The sex was without toys, but it was still sex he didn’t want.

There were no chains, but the leash was close enough.

And the whip- oh god the whip- still made him scream whenever Master felt the whim.

It was hell, a cold vampiric hell, but still hell.

Until one night, Master sank his fangs into him, taking and taking and taking, the world going black.

He woke up with red eyes and an insatiable hunger.

And Master’s voice was alluring and compelling instead of terrifying.

And then Master took him out on his first hunt.

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