#I hope you don't mind vampires arti sdfkjhds

[diazsdimples]

ooohh “talk to me” for eddietommy or buckshannon pls?

"Shan, baby, look at me," Buck begs. His hand comes up to cup her face, tapping insistently against her cheek to encourage her eyes open. "Come on, talk to me, you're okay."

A pained whine issues from Shannon's lips, pink froth flecking her lips as she coughs. She shies away from the hand Buck has pressed firmly against her neck, but he keeps it there. They're running out of time, out of options, as Shannon's life spills from her throat.

The smell of blood around him is overwhelming and Buck can feel his fangs pricking his lips as he holds her, the sticky liquid coating his hands. She's so pale, the blue veins standing out along her skin as they carry blood away from her body.

"It's okay," Buck tells her, though the lie is bitter in his mouth, "you're going to be okay." He's not sure who he's trying to convince, himself or Shannon, the woman he cares about most on this earth. He knows he certainly doesn't believe what he's saying.

"Please.” She begs, weakly clutching at his blood soaked collar. Tears spill down her cheeks, dripping onto the pavement. “Please, Buck. I can’t. I’m not ready. You-” She releases a heart wrenching sob, a wounded cry that sounds like it must have come from the bottom of her soul. “And Christopher. I know what we said, but I can’t, Buck. I can’t”

If he had blood in his veins, it would have turned to ice. He can't think, not with the smell of blood assaulting his senses, not with the way he can feel Shannon's pulse fluttering weakly against his fingertips. When Shannon had found out about him - about the nest - they'd sworn he'd never go there. For her safety, for his safety, for Christopher's safety.

"Shannon, I-I can't. We said I'd never -"

"Buck, if you don't Turn me now, I'll die," Shannon grits out. Her nails dig into Buck's biceps, her fingers trembling against his skin. "Please, baby, you have to. I - I can't leave without saying goodbye to him."

Fuck, if he only had a moment to think! The vampire had come out of nowhere - a loner without a nest, driven mad with hunger and no regular place to feel. Shannon had been snatched and a pair of sharp fangs fitted around her throat, tearing at it before Buck had had time to react.

Everything is moving so fucking fast and Buck doesn't know what to do. He falls forward, forehead pressing against hers. Their breaths mingle together, hers shallow and ragged, his deep and desperate as they share the oxygen around them, an act that's intimate, comforting for him.

"This wasn't how I wanted to do this," he admits with a shaky laugh. He hadn't wanted to do it at all, but he would have liked to have been more prepared. Have Athena and Bobby on standby incase something went awry. He'd also like to have talked with Eddie about it first, rather than just showing up in a week going "surprise! I turned your ex into a vampire!"

Shannon laughs, shallow and gurgling, and a bloodstained hand comes up to cup his jaw. "I'll f-forgive you for it not being some big romantic g-gesture."

"Are you 100% sure you want this?" he whispers, though he knows the answer. This is Shannon's only chance at - well, not life, exactly. Not-death.

She nods, blood pulsing between his fingers from the movement, and he knows she's almost out of time.

"Please."

With a leaden feeling in his stomach, Buck brushes his lips against hers, kissing her softly, slowly. Her mouth tastes like salt from her tears, and he chokes back a sob of his own. He kisses across her cheek and down the slope of her neck. "I'm sorry," he whispers, voice shaking, and then he gives in to the pull that's been like a hook at the back of his brain, urging him forwards as he fits his mouth over the jagged cuts.

Blood explodes on his tongue, filling his mouth with it's deep, metallic tang, and he surrenders himself completely to that primal urge as he sinks his fangs into her neck.

No turning back now.