#Vampire Vlad

[chobbit-andr-blog]

You know that scene from the stolen sanguine au of @lilianade-comics? Where Vlad reveals his revenge to Jack and Maddie? I love that reveal and my brain went: "anger's good. Now add sadness as an undertone" because let's be honest, I love a little bit of hurt in my food.

"So then, tell me" Vlad goads with a broad smile on his face: "How does it feel" he says, evading his enemies constant attacks with ease, gripping Jack's wrist, tightening his hold until he hears the subtle crack of it breaking to his inmense glee.

His friend enemy falling to his knees then to the floor as he flungs Maddie onto him: both looking at him with hatred. Hatred that took him so long to see, to accept. "How does it feel" he repeats slowly, tauntingly looking at them from above: "That your daughter hates you and loves me instead" he said baring his sharp teeth at them. Revelling as both clench their fists with a snarl on their faces.

Who's the real monster?

And as he slowly fades into mist, he declaredd: "That is my revenge"

Away from the woods and the feeling of hatred and betrayal, in the safety of the castle walls where his little heart resides peacefully sleeping the night away, a silver haired man emerges from the fog with a smirk on his face.

Thunder booms on the outside world as lightning and rain fall from the sky first lightly, with a tremor and then all at once as if being physically pulled by an unknown weight. All of it much in the same way the satisfied smirk is pulled into a frown on the man's face.

An unknown weight... but it's not unknown at all, is it? The man thinks, as the feeling of brokenness, hurt and terrible loneliness flood his chest while he looks out the window devoid of his reflection. As he tries to cry tears he is incapable of shedding, as he looks out to the sky doing so for him.

[thesoulspulse]

You can honestly never go wrong with some Vampire Vlad action. Now I just need to design a cool outfit for him!

[echoghost1]

AngstFest 2023 Day 01

Title: Just One Bite

Chapter Title: Wicked Thoughts

Summary: Vlad had spent so long planning and so long waiting for just the right time to strike. He was not prepared for this much improvising.

Danny didn't think much of the last-minute family trip up north for his parent's college reunion. He should have asked to stay home.

Tags: Vampire AU, Vlad POV, Danny POV, No One Knows AU

You can read on AO3 or down below the cut

Ch 2 | Ch 3

When he saw the obnoxious RV pull up his long private driveway, Vlad didn't bother hiding his grin. He’d been waiting so long for this and was beyond thrilled that they had actually come.

After all this time, all he needed was a simple invitation.

His face fell when the children stepped out of the vehicle.

He didn’t invite children. Children were not part of the plan.

He sighed, of course, Jack would mess up his plans.

At least the children were teenagers so they wouldn’t need constant supervision. 

They wouldn’t need their mother with them at all times.

And then she stepped out of the car. As beautiful as ever.

In fact, she was more beautiful now than she was twenty years ago. She aged like wine.

“Welcome,” he said as he stepped out of the doorway and onto the covered front porch. “Hope the drive wasn’t too bad.”

“Vladdie!” Jack greeted with a surprising amount of enthusiasm for a man who had presumably driven for several hours straight.

“Are we the first ones here?” Maddie asked as she looked around the empty driveway.

“Well, you are a day early.” He said pausing only long enough for their confusion to sink in before he added, “Which was intentional. I figured with how close we used to be, and how long it’s been, we could use the extra time to get reacquainted.”

He kept his eyes on Maddie the entire time. She couldn’t hold his gaze.

That was fine. They had 24 hours.

The only problem was the children.

He did not account for children in his plans.

“Anyone need to use the bathroom?” He asked, keeping up the good host role.

Both Jack and the daughter raised their hands immediately.

Two down, one to go.

“Right this way,” he said, gesturing to the doorway behind him.

The family followed him in. He gave them a moment to gawk at the entryway.

He had spent quite a lot of time restoring this old Victorian, and it was nice to have his hard work recognized.

“Jack, you can go to the first door on the left.”

Vlad waited for Jack’s stomping footsteps to die out before continuing, “And just up the stairs and three doors on the right, is for you, miss,” He hesitated slightly because he had no idea what these kids' names were.

“Jasmine,” she offered before running up the stairs herself.

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks, it was Jack’s idea.”

“Oh?” Vlad wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah,” Maddie said wistfully, “he wanted a pretty name for his little princess. So we looked up flowers.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t pick Rose.” He didn’t know that Jack knew there were other flowers.

“It was a contender, but we figured with the possibility of her getting my red hair, we decided against it.”

“What else didn’t get picked?” the son asked.

Maddie thought for a moment, idly tapping her chin as she thought. Just like she used to. “Let's see, I believe it was Lily, Violet, and Daisy.”

“Wasn’t our hamster named Daisy?”

“It was! Ironically Jazz came up with that on her own.”

“Why don’t we go to the living room while we wait for the others?” Vlad suggested, moving forward with his plan.

The group went further into the house, the living room was just past the stairway.

There was a mix of modern amenities and old-world charm. To him, it helped keep the room timeless. Mixing old with new so it didn’t look like it was stuck in any one era.

“Have a seat anywhere you like.” Vlad offered.

The boy sat on the couch. Or perhaps dropped was a better word for it.

Maddie, on the other hand, declined. “I’m going to keep standing if you don’t mind. If I sit for one more second my spine is going to explode.”

“It’s no problem,” Vlad said, knowing full well that Maddie wouldn’t want to sit still. She never really liked it. She was always moving. Never was a fan of having to sit through long lectures back in college.

He was right to assume that wouldn’t change.

“If you’d like to stretch your legs a bit, I can give you a quick tour?” Vlad offered as if that wasn’t part of his plan all along.

“Yeah, sure. That’d be nice.” Maddie said with a smile.

Oh, he missed that smile.

“Wonderful.”

“Can I come?” the boy asked.

What?

“Of course, Sweetie,” Maddie said before he could react.

No!

Vlad turned towards the doorway to start the tour and hide his annoyance.

What was he going to have to do to get rid of this kid?

Despite the setback, Vlad carried on.

He had them follow him back to the front door and told them the history of the house. He pointed out areas that he had restored, to pieces of furniture that were antiques and which ones were reproductions. 

He pointed out the bookcase in the hall and mentioned the collections it held. He did not mention that there was a book that when pulled would open the bookcase like a door and reveal an extra room.

He would show Maddie that later, when they were finally alone.

At some point, the daughter, Jasmine, joined them. He had greeted her but he wasn’t really paying attention then. He was in full realtor mode as he talked about his house.

Other than the children, this was going just as he had expected. 

“This must have taken forever,” the boy, who he had learned was called Danny, said as he looked about the final room of the tour—the living room, back where they had started.

“It did take time, but it was a labor of love.”

“It shows,” he said simply. 

“Thank you.” 

Vlad hadn’t been expecting Jack’s son to be so thoughtful. Then again, he was Maddie’s son too.

Jack finally found his way into the living room, “Oh there you guys are!”

Vlad wasn’t sure he did a very good job at hiding his grimace. Luckily the family was too busy greeting him to notice.

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It wasn’t until dinner that Jack said something that reminded Vlad of all the ugly details of his plan.

He took a very long drink of his wine instead of replying.

How exactly did Jack expect him to respond anyway? Thanks for leaving me for dead and then the only proof he got that his friends weren’t dead as well, was a wedding invitation.

Yeah, sorry I couldn’t make the wedding, I actively dying. But don’t worry about it. I’m better now.

How could that man be so stupid?

How did he even win Maddie’s heart?

She was smarter than that!

But maybe she wasn’t? She did have two children with him. They were clearly their children. 

Even if he was trying to pretend that they were adopted.

Vlad did what he could to remain civil for the rest of the night. There were many things he didn’t say.

A lot of murder and violence that he did not commit.

Not yet.

[urbanshaman30]

On this day - 14th December 1476

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Death of Vlad Țepeș - Vlad the Impaler

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Vlad the Impaler was born - and died - in Romania.

However, where and how his death happened, and where Vlad’s body was laid to rest, is cloaked in mystery.

One such place accepted as Vlad's final resting place, is Snagov Monastery.

Snagov Monastery, sits on a small island in the middle of Snagov Lake, about 30 kilometers north of Bucharest.

Access is from the tiny village of Silestru.

The mystery surrounding Snagov Monastery begins with its origins.

Some experts claim it was founded by the grandfather of Vlad Țepeș.

Some say Țepeș ordered its construction himself.

Other historians suggest that it dates from around 1408, meaning that neither Vlad nor his grandfather was the likely founder.

Vlad’s death continues the mystery.

Scholars generally agree that he was killed on 14th December 1476, but whether he died in battle against the Turks, or was assassinated by political enemies from his own country, has not been established conclusively.

Being an ill-tempered, bloodthirsty leader, Vlad had a LOT of enemies!!

Scholars generally believe that Vlad was decapitated, and that his head was taken to the Ottoman rulers in Constantinople.

But what about his body?

Its suggested that Vlad may have died not far from Lake Snagov, and that logically, this was the favoured location for interment of his body.

Vlad’s followers did not want to see their leader’s body defiled, or used for propaganda purposes.

So they buried him in this remote, inaccessible setting, with an additional precaution.

They buried his body deep beneath the church floor.

Above his tomb they created a false grave and filled it with animal bones.

When researchers dug under the church in 1933 and only found animal bones, the reaction by academics was -

“This can’t be the right grave.”

Reaction by the superstitious was,

“The vampire has flown away.”

The reaction from loyalists was,

“He is still safe down there.” ~

[alethianightsong]

Ok, so in the original Bram Stoker novel, sunlight is not lethal to Dracula. He just loses most of his powers. I'm bringing this up cuz I want a horror comedy where the hero, sensing dawn, tears off the curtains as a last-ditch effort only to have the vampire go "Aw shit, there goes most of my fancy powers. Guess I'll have to beat your ass the old-fashioned way" then proceeds to just deck the hero cuz a vampire at half-strength is still a fucking vampire.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Nosferatu by Godmachine

[bet-on-me-13]

Vampire Misunderstanding

So! Danny got adopted by Bruce Wayne, but he doesn't know that Bruce is the Batman. He is just supernaturally oblivious to all things Batman related going on in the House.

But he does notice that Bruce leaves home a lot at night, that he doesn't like to go out in the day and often has his parties at night, and once or twice he's caught Bruce with a bit if blood still splattered on his cheek.

So he comes to the only plausible conclusion. Bruce is a Vampire.

He starts trying to hint at the fact that he knows, but doesn't want to just go out and say it. What if Bruce reacts negatively to him knowing? He's dealt with enough Supernatural Beings to know that they don't like other people (and especially other supernatural beings) intruding on their lives.

So Danny decided to subtly hint at it.

He started asking questions like "So hypothetically, how would you deal with having a Garlic Allergy in Gotham?" Or "So if you had very sensitive skin that could sunburn extremely easily, how much cloud cover would you need to go outside?" And "So what's your opinion on a High-Iron Diet?"

Basically just tossing out questions and trying to Guage Bruce's reaction.

He thinks he's doing a good job!

...

Bruce is certain that he has adopted a Vampire.

Danny is a good kid, but he has a few oddities that are hard to ignore.

For one, his skin is constantly Ice Cold, but he never seens to be bothered by it. As if he was an Undead that didn't require Body Heat anymore.

He also seems to like Hanging out in the Graveyard outside, and when asked about it he says that he is comforted by the place. Just like the Vampires he has met in the past, who feel comfortable when surrounded by Death.

And of course the biggest reason for suspicion is the fact that Danny seems to be hinting at it to him.

He keeps asking stuff like "How would you deal with a Garlic Allergy in Gotham?", probably trying to hint that he is a Vampire who can't eat Garlic, or asking about easy to sunburn skin, saying that he is probably not a Daywalker.

Bruce hopes Danny will just come clean about it soon, he doesn't want to intrude upon the kid when he is so obviously nervous about how he will react.

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [3]

during one of the final psych evals at Arkham right before he gets to be released, the whole thing wrapped up so tidy, just a little relapse which involved a robbery. Getting sent back to Arkham, but he got to stay at the asylum so long that he no longer has to serve a prison sentence, score!

But during that eval his overseeing psychiatrist recommended him to have a change of scenery, some fresh non polluted air.

Riddler was rather convinced the guy was making this recommendation to everyone in Arkham in their own weird way to convince them to just leave Gotham and become someone else's problem. should he notify Batman about it somehow? nah, it’ll be more interesting to see how this is gonna turn out in the long run.

But can he leave the state? Can he even leave the city? he never really bothered to look into it, at least not legally, up until now if he felt he needed to leave for one of his plans he just did it.

Turns out he can, it’s a whole hassle and a half though, first a judge and then a probation officer and he’s pretty sure both were like “what the hell is this psychiatrist guy thinking!?” but at the same time, shrink probably knows what he’s doing (WRONG) so he’s allowed to go visit out of state family or whatever.

he had to wear this nice ankle monitor though, Wayne Enterprises™ tech, not overly bulky but still very present. real fancy, and a fun extra challenge heh.

now as for a good reason to leave New Jersey he’s going to need distant relatives, and he finds some, great grandpa walker also has a son, who had a son who had a daughter Madeline, who married some guy Jack Fenton, and she lives somewhere out in the boonies Illinois. great he’ll visit her.

far enough away in all sense of the word that there is no way she knows anything about him. it would be best to call her first though, be polite about it.

“hello, you have reached Fenton works, this is Maddie speaking” 

“Riddle me this-” ah whoops, habit, oh whatever, “we don’t share parents, but certainly a part of your life, from laughter to strife. Who am I?”

there is a pause …  he’s going to be a bit disappointed if she hangs up if he’s honest.

“cousins~” comes the cheery reply.

“correct! the name is Edward Nygma, we are distantly related you and I and well-”

“oh you simply must come visit!” 

well this was rather easy, perhaps a little too easy, but she lives in the midwest so maybe just going with whatever some guy says over the phone is normal there? stranger danger not really a thing in a small town where everyone knows everyone?

things start to make a little more sense once he gets there and he’s starting to think some things might run in the family. like a preference for the colour green and weird hyperfixations and genius bordering on insanity. Though that remains to be seen, Jack does not seem like a very bright light after his very enthusiastic welcome.

their kids however are observant and sharp. young Jasmine is wasting no time trying to psychoanalyze him. and the boy, Danny, he had not really meant to and he swears he’s sticking with calling the kid Danny so he wouldn’t seem overly familiar, but he might have called him little bird a couple times now.

but that’s all whatever, he’s playing nice here. and he doesn’t even have to worry about his eccentricities tripping him up because this place is insane.

There actually is a local teen vigilante active but he seems about as loved as he’s disliked. and the ghost boy’s enemies are basically all his own kind, which another crazy thing to now know about. ghost. they are real actually, how is Gotham not completely overrun? and how do they even work? and where do they keep coming from?

Edward might be getting a little sidetracked here. He had fully intended to sneakily get his next big game plan underway all the way out here, ankle monitor be damned. but he hasn’t made any progress at all.

Instead he’s been listening to Madeline and Jack to maybe figure out what the deal is with these ectoplasmic entities, he has to know, at this point he might go crazier if he doesn’t. 

He’s making Jasmine promise him not to get her doctorate in Gotham, he’s going back and forth with space riddles with Danny.

so yeah the whole thing kinda just became a vacation, maybe the psychiatrist had the right idea after all? hmm nah, probably not. but this is fun. He’s thinking about recommending this place to some of the others.

It's different enough to get the vacation feel, but enough crazy shit happens to make it all feel like home.

it is not until Maddie wants to talk with him about potentially switching the position of godfather of Danny to him rather than some weird rich friend of theirs that Edward realizes he might have lost the plot somewhere

Apparently the little bird basically begged them with a powerpoint presentation on how he likes Edward so much more than that Vladimir guy. 

And honestly, the fellow sounds like a Dracula Lutho so even if it’s kinda sad Edward can understand why he’d be considered a better option. Even if the guy has more money and a huge company that makes him said money. And it’s not like the Fentons know about his Riddler activities.

Thinking it over, Edward does think that Danny would like Gotham and Wayne has that space program thing right? The kid is definitely smart enough for that (Nygma certified), and yeah Edward does quite like their space themed back and forth. So, fuck it, why not, what is the worst that could happen?

He doubts Maddie and Jack are gonna kick it any time soon anyway out here in the boonies, it’s just a title thing, a stamp of approval or something.

he should have known he was going to eat those words later… he had this whole beautifully elaborate trap set up for the whole Batclan, and he was just getting to the good part when his phone went off.

Had to put the whole thing on pause cause that particular contact wasn’t gonna get ignored. He did promise to be available.

If the whole thing he had planned now went tits up he could at the very least laugh later at the reactions of the bats as he told them to “hold up one second, I have to take this.” while they were all in various perilous positions. 

Sadly he did have to go, he had a very distressed godson to pick up.

[alucarddaily]

Castlevania vampires & their historical/literary counterparts

[thebramblewood]

Noble Vampires: Elle DeVampiro, Inna Cents, Vlad Bloodvein

(These are all clearly corny vampiric pseudonyms, aren't they?)

As you can see, I strayed pretty far from their original designs, especially with Elle and Vlad! As they fit into the context of my story, I see them as among the oldest and most elite vampires in Forgotten Hollow. They're all nobles from different eras and so were used to being waited on hand and foot, which didn't change when they became vampires. They've always been surrounded by a coterie of human thralls and lesser vampires who fulfill their every need so they never have to lift a finger.

But there are certain consequences to this eternal life of luxury. As vampires grow older, their powers can grow more potent - but the opposite is also true. If they allow their mental and physical capabilities to languish, they stagnate and eventually atrophy, leading to visible deterioration. These three are extremely delusional and out of touch with reality. They live in their own little fantasies, fully believing they look every bit as flawless and regal as they ever did even as the cracks are very much starting to show. Although their age and status intimidate younger vampires and they have their little "hazing rituals" for newborns, they're ultimately quite harmless.

[luminatricky]

Vampire? In Gotham! (part 1)

Summary: Danny's 19, a prince, a halfa, and tired of being these things. So he jumps on the idea of a vacation as soon he's given the hint of a chance. The only caveat is that he's going to go undercover as a vampire in a big city - Gotham - far from his home dimension. He finds it's easier than he thought it would be. He's already mostly there.

Relationships: Dead on Main (Jason Todd/Danny Fenton), John Constantine & Danny Fenton

Um? Inspired by several prompts and other fanfics. Lost Between Our Needs and Wants AU definitely, with a background Danny's summoned by Ra's as Damian as a sacrifice. Nothing bad happens (to Damian) don't worry. Also, the one in which Danny decided to fight ghosts as a human too.

And John is almost definitely ooc, he's a character I enjoy a lot even though I don't have a firm grasp of his canon.

Danny's afterlife has been way too interesting for way too long. It's gotten to the point that when things suddenly go quiet for months, he hardly hesitates to give his "human" life some over-due attention.

For obvious reasons he's not going to try his "vacation" in his own dimension. Anyone he once might have stayed for know how to get a hold of him, whenever and wherever.

The Amity Park portal is still open. But between the stricter laws on ghosts wanting to use permanent portals he managed to get passed, and the increasingly feral ways the townsfolk have begun defending each other with, Danny feels confident to finally...let go. In his heart, he had always thought of it as still his, despite not being there to maintain it in truth. But now it's not his Haunt anymore, fully and completely.

They don't need him anymore.

And Danny doesn't want to be needed like that again, to be honest. He sacrificed so much to play hero because he got it into his head that he had to do everything alone in the end. As if he was the only one who could kick ghost butt on the daily in town.

Thankfully, a nineteen year old Danny is smarter than a fourteen year old Danny. He's learned the art of delegation. Any tasks that he doesn't need to be present for, he has a whole team of ghostly assistants to handle things for him. The major multidimensional crises have for the most part been solved - his protection Obsession at the very least fed. And quite a few skeleton thralls he freed near the beginning of his reign were suddenly looking for direction. Among them, a decent amount found the talent and fulfillment in positions of bureaucratic power that Danny never will, filling up spots he's unwilling to give out like the candy the various ghosts of nobility treat the roles as. Or ghost nobility. Like the Ancients. Quite a few of the Ancients are assholes.

(At least all the murderous Ancients aren't problems anymore)

With all their help, he's able to occasionally pop in to do paperwork, meet with the High Court for various lawmaking and judicial decisions, and listening to official petitions to the Crown from his people. It's all good. No mountains of unseen paperwork, no audience with the Observants every waking moment, no one across the Realms screaming desperately for help. Even some of the cults have finally caught on that he's not Pariah!

So Danny starts the process of finding a new Haunt for his new, normal, alive alter ego. Staying as long as he has in the Realms couldn't have been sustainable long-term if he didn't want to become a full ghost. As complicated as his relationship with his humanity is these days, he still doesn't want to die again. And Frostbite definitely has been pushing him to finding new territory, in the Infinite Realms or otherwise. Because even for full ghosts going Hauntless for long periods is straining. To say the least.

Although, being just a human again...didn't sit right. Even after all this time. His human form is still one Danny Fenton, in his eyes.

He can never be Danny Fenton again. He accepted that his duties as Crown Prince would keep him away from the identity of the ghost hunter's ghost hunting son, who went to Casper high and had terrible grades in everything but science; the kid who was shoved into lockers and who was addicted to Nasty Burger and played DOOMED with his friends and who wanted to be an astronaut. He accepted that he had to leave that all behind, and be full ghost in all but form. His parents wouldn't want him if they knew everything he lied about, anyways. He didn't actually deserve the name Fenton.

His new Haunt would preferably be in a place where he could reasonably pass himself off as another species, then, and still be safe. Safer than being a ghost at least. Most universes had well-deserved folklore against the Realms. His people are not inherently malevolent...But he knows that they don't play nice and careful with the living.

He would need an ectoplasm rich environment, too. A big city with lots of crime would go a long way for providing the ambient death and fear vibes that would attract Blobs like a bee to nectar. It would also make it feel like the Infinite Realms - hopefully. He's gotten accustomed to that kind of environment. He thinks he may never sleep again in a place quiet and safe.

He'd like a place with a rich history too. Just for fun!

Danny mulls it over carefully, narrowing down universes he could reasonably start his search in. The only universe he can think of with extensive protections for the non-human written into law is one far-flung flavor of an Earth he's semi-familiar with. He's been there twice, both at 16, just starting out and stressed to hell and back with the sheer load of unattended problems Pariah left to rot.

Both times he'd been more than he'd have liked. One Ra's Al Ghul wasn't technically his problem. He was no one's problem now, and that was current Danny's whole issue with it.

John Constantine is an unlamented saint for putting up with a feral teenaged Danny's slap dash attempt at helping the both of them - John with his soul related doom, and Danny with his paperwork related misery.

But. Considering how he handled the contract with Al Ghul, Danny can't blame John for hesitating to renegotiate their terms already. Ra's Al Ghul was an idiot who gave him what he thought was the life of his grandson, in exchange for immortality.

Him. The Prince of the Dead. Immortality.

Thankfully, the wording was imprecise. What he actually traded was the kid's really cool sword - the kid kneeling, terrified eyes meeting his before darting away, offering his own sword to let Danny slit his throat and "collect his due sacrifice", Danny not being able to breathe through his own fear - for pure ectoplasm, with instruction to drink it everyday until he ran out.

This of course killed even him months later from over-exposure.

The man probably felt a mile high in the air, indestructible, right up until he crashed. Al Ghul promptly became a ghost. Which. Closest thing to true immortality the Prince of the Dead could offer him. He kept his end of the deal. It's not his fault that Al Ghul never specified that he didn't want to die to be immortal. It's also not his fault that Al Ghul had so many dead enemies and victims on the other side who were easy to find. It was ridiculously easy - they made a support group around being taken down by the LOA. And who was he to deny the dead their due vengeance?

Right. So John is understandably nervous about Danny owning all the pieces of his soul, no matter how much rapport they've built these past three years. Danny is mature enough to admit that it is his fault for that bit.

On the bright side for Danny, that means one grumpy occult detective in a sad trenchcoat is a guy who lives in his phone. Like an uncle-shaped tamagachi!

He scrolls though his contact list until he thumbs John's number. Surprisingly, instead of going to voicemail, he picks up on the first ring.

"Before you ask, yes I'm cashing in a favor, finally. No, it's nothing evil, I've just got the first actual free time I've had in five years and I'd like to get suggestions on a city to move to."

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John ended up giving a very detailed list in response. Suspiciously detailed, and hardly prompted. How long had John been thinking on this? And why?

Danny chalked it up to the man's reasonable paranoia when it came to him. John's aware he can pretend to be (fully) human with relative ease, afterall. And the older man knows where he'd need to be able to actually live long term. After-live. Whatever. Point is, John probably made it his business to know where any sneaky invasions would start if Danny ever became a little less morally ambiguous and a little more bloodthirsty.

Entirely fair! Pariah wasn't always a tyrant!

On the very top was Gotham, a city in this world's Jersey, and the crime capitol of the States. Plenty of ambient ectoplasm, and planty of charged emotions wafting from every street corner. He doesn't voice this, but Danny figures that there must be a whole community of ghosts already living there because of that double whammy.

Something about the city's name tickles his memory, but can't quite pin it down. If it was important he'd have remembered. Right?

John is thrown when he asks about his options of other non-humans Danny could reasonably get away with impersonating.

"And why," the occultist half-accuses, "would you of all spooks, want to live in Gotham, as a 'vacation', just to not even pretend to be normal?"

"First of all, ow. John you know just because someone is different doesn't mean they're not normal. I thought you were the cool uncle." He responds half-heartedly. Danny bites his bottom lip, rolling it between his sharp teeth as he tries to think of a part two to that answer that wouldn't get uncomfortably personal.

John doesn't rise to his bait. Danny hears him unscrew something metallic, then the sound of fluid swishing quietly from the other end. Ah.

The silence wears on. Danny should hang up. But winging things have always gotten him into bigger trouble. And John is the guy to call for this. Fuck. And he's bad at lying bold-faced.

Fine.

"I'm half human," Danny responds as if that would explain everything. It doesn't, so he manages to continue in a small voice that he doesn't even remember the last time he'd used. "Sometimes I still pretend to be one when I can't see any other way. But I had my chance at playing the part of both. And I royally screwed it up, literally! I became freaking royalty and I just couldn't anymore. As far as anyone but my doctor is concerned, I'm full ghost. I had a chance - I don't deserve another one. Screw ups don't get nice things."

John takes another swig from his flask, mutters something under his breath that sounds vaguely like 'of course he's a fecking halfa'. His voice is rough around the edges from whatever cheap booze he just drank a concerning amount of.

"Listen. Sounds like you've got trauma dripping from your ears, kid. But what's the point here, huh? Sounds like you want to be human without all the fuss of it." John drawls out.

Danny takes a deep breath in through his nose. He tries to fight down the feeling of being peeled open for the world to see - being afraid isn't helpful right now. He needs to be silly, nonchalant, like he's always been with John in tense situations. Why do they only talk when things are tense, anyways?

"Essentially. It's more like. I want to have all the human experiences I missed out on, but without having to hide being inhuman. That kinda thing."

"And you can't just be a ghost?"

"I really don't think anyone likes being ghosted."

"Don't you start on that. You know what I mean, Princeling."

"Fine. No, I can't be a ghost. That's boring and no one likes being haunted."

John gives a long sigh. After a beat, he acquiesces. "Alright. You could pull off vamps damn well. Got the hair for 'em. The teeth and claws are only slightly off. There's several clans with different looks the same way humans have ethnicities. Although, I don't think that's the same, now that I'm thinking about it. But subspecies doesn't fit either."

Danny hums, tilting his head in thought. "Like the difference between a banshee and a specter?"

"Yeah, like that. All vamps, just different enough, and no kind older than another to say they're the 'main' species." John clarifies. Another pause. "Unless you count Halfas. Which. Some people do but shouldn't. Bloody idiots."

Danny startles, nearly dropping his phone. "Excuse me?"

John snorts. "What? You didn't know?"

"Musta missed that part in the complimentary instruction manual they gave me for having my molecules redecorated." He snarks. "What do you mean I'm already a vampire?"

"I said people who don't know what they're talking about count Halfas as the original vampires. You lot have been around since the bloody dawn of time, it seems." John sounds exasperated.

"That's not what I - never have I ever wanted to take a chomp on anyone's pulse point, what the fuck?"

John gets that smug tone in his voice that Danny has a love-hate relationship with. "And exactly how many undead folks do you hang out with when you're feeling peckish?"

"...you can't be serious." Danny says instead of denying him. What can he even say to that? He's never met a Revenant or Ghoul.

"As the grave, I'm afraid."

When Danny doesn't outwardly respond for too many beats, John takes another chug. "Phantom?"

"John." He begins, pinching the bridge of his nose as more and more dots connect too cleanly for him. "You might be wrong."

"...What awful lore about your eldritch homeland is going to send me into my weekly crisis this time?" The detective groans out.

"Alright. So you know how part of my whole thing as the Prince makes it my job to stay aware of ectoplasmic diseases?"

John hums in acknowledgement, so Danny sucks in a deep breath. "Then you should know two things. One, that I've been to a few dimensions with vampires in them. And like you said, they're all different from each other. I didn't really pay much attention beyond helping the people survive these world-ending scenarios though.

Two, is that in each and every one of those realities, the vampirism was caused by a virus made by an Ancient - don't worry, they're gone. The disease itself is called False Halfa Syndrome. It was their attempt to weaponize Halfas back in Pariah's time."

"Oh shite." John says elegantly. "Bag o' shite!"

"Good luck on that crisis. Me too." Danny is hardly holding in hysterical laughter. "I can't believe Sam and Tucker were right about this. Holy shit."

"How in the world didn't you piece this together until now?!"

"I don't know! I just thought it was coincidence!"

"Bloody fucking hell, Phantom. Nevermind. You can play a vampire totally accurately because you are one. A ghost one." John growls. "Cause that just had to be a thing."

Danny carefully doesn't think about how Vlad might have legitimate claim to that vampiric aesthetic he's got going on. Instead, he's planning on stealing an aesthetic change for his own ruse.

"Nice. Should I know anything else while we're here?" He asks.

John gave a wry laugh, crackling over the phone's shitty old speakers. "About Gotham or your new undead existence?"

"Both." He says instantly. "Both is good."

"Gotham has vigilantes. The birds and bats are efficient, and they spook easy at unknowns. Batman's technically my coworker if we're gonna call the Justice League a job - we don't get paid for this. He and his family deal with the craziest lineup of human rogues I've ever had the displeasure. It's made him a healthy amount of paranoid. If you're doing anything nefarious, he'll find you. And then he'll call me."

Danny isn't exactly afraid of John. But Pariah wasn't afraid of Danny, either, so the halfa takes it seriously. Internally.

"Yeah yeah old man. You've got your eye on me and all that. Uh huh." He genuinely appreciates the warning, too, but messing with John is his bread and butter.

"Watch it, brat," John says with no real venom, unlike a moment ago. "Or I'll bring out the stakes."

"I take mine medium rare, thank you."

"Piss off."

"...About the vampirism?"

"Normal ghost bullshite applies. It's about the ecto, I think. You go absolutely nutters for the stuff in undead folk. Something about how ectoplasm interacts with the reanimated. Liminals are nutritious too, but I've been told it's the difference between cafeteria food and gourmet. One smells absolutely heavenly, the other is barely appetizing."

Oh Ancients is that why all his exes are Liminal? No, hold on, was part of the reason Vlad was so weird about him just ghost-vamp on ghost-vamp mutual hanger?

"What, I'm not the only Halfa in your life? John. I thought we had something special."

"Please don't make this weird. Do not flirt with me." John instantly scolds. "I know you're just being your little weird brand of playful, but I knew you when you were a kid shaped menace. C'mon."

Danny blinks. He didn't think he was flirting, but apparently he was. "Alright. Sorry, John."

There's a sudden crash on the other side of the phone. Followed by John's muffled cursing.

"Listen, I have to go. If you're serious about this I'll get you some good fakes. Text me with what you'd like your name to be." And then John hangs up. Danny smiles into the lingering silence.

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PhantomMenace: Dante Nightingale, pwetty please 0w0

God's Favorite Whore: That's the most main character name I've ever bloody seen.

God's Favorite Whore: You're from a dead family in Illinois, farm boy, meta. Had an accident at 14, with a near death experience for believability. You've also been missing since shortly after it. Anyone looking into you will think that's when you got "turned."

PhantomMenace: thats why your the cool uncle <3

God's Favorite Whore: This should count as another favor, don't you think?

PhantomMenace: Yup. I'll be nice

PhantomMenace: 💚 ~2/20 Favors until Soul Return~ 💚

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Sup it was my turn with the brain cell again so

🥀🩸Misunderstanding vampire Danny🩸🥀

Ok so here’s my thoughts GIW fucked up and Danny and Vlad can’t stay ( also Ellie and Dan needed to be in an incubator who’s names is Danny, yes I know this misunderstanding in dc X dp is overused but I DON’T CARE) and end up into Dc world but more  specifically Gotham and Vlad still doing all his shady business stuff and with Danny dealing with pregnancy hormones and got protective over Ellie and Dan (and with Vlad getting overprotective over all of them) and Vlad moves than all into the manor next to you’ll never guess what Wyane manor! And in classic Batfam fashion they misunderstanding things

Now to the vampire misunderstanding! So i haven’t mentioned that in the DC world the green of DP world looks red so it looks like it’s blood so ✨VAMPIRE✨ and with Vlad being his vampire looking ass it’s not really surprising for them to think his a vampire and for Danny it looks like Vlad turn Danny into a vampire and is got pregnant it looks really bad for Vlad LOL

And Now for what Danny looks like, So the thing that happened makes more of Danny ghost side show more so he still has black hair but does have white hair like this

And of course he got to have the dead anime mom hair style

And this is what I’m thinking he’s wearing

(And yes he’s in a nightgown because he’s a bad bitch and because I said so) and with that and his other “symptoms” ( Needing to drink ecto that looks like blood, not really leaving the manor because of Vlad being protective)

they think Vlad turn Danny in a vampire or well a halfling for now ( well there right about the half part just wrong species) and that’s all for now go eat the rich my sisters, brothers and siblings of the Fea!



[thesoulspulse]

Just finished the outline stage of the Vampire Vlad drawing! I think it turned out pretty good too, especially with the additional bats and crimson moon.

Bonus Bat doodles:

[echoghost1]

AngstFest 2023 Day 02

Title: Just One Bite

Chapter Title: An Illusion of Control

Summary: Vlad had spent so long planning and so long waiting for just the right time to strike. He was not prepared for this much improvising.

Danny didn’t think much of the last-minute family trip up north for his parent’s college reunion. He should have asked to stay home.

Tags: Vampire AU, Vlad POV, Danny POV, No One Knows AU

You can read on AO3 or down below the cut

Ch 1 | Ch 3

Vlad waited until everyone had finally gone to sleep. He waited for hours.

Then he slipped out of his room and silently crept down the hall.

He waited just outside the closed bedroom door as the couple inside slept.

He waited in the dark.

Sometime after two, Jack got up to use the restroom.

Now was his chance.

The door was left open.

Vlad whispered for Maddie. Called to her softly from just beyond the threshold.

He just needed her to wake up enough to try and find the source of the sound but not enough to identify it.

Just enough to make her curious.

He whispers one last time as she starts to stir and then slips back into the dark.

Carefully he leads her out of the room and down the hall.

It took a lot of practice to move about without a sound, but he had plenty of time to practice.

He led her to the bookcase with the secret entrance. He was just far enough ahead that he could slip inside and the door could close before she made it around the corner.

The door softly thumped closed. It wasn’t very loud, but he knew she heard it.

He made himself comfortable in his secluded den as he waited for her to figure out which book was the lever.

It didn't take long for her to enter.

She was so smart.

"Hello, my dear." He greeted from the comfort of his large winged armchair.

"Vlad?" Maddie said momentarily surprised before she regained her composure.

"Were you expecting someone else?" He teased.

"More like something else." She muttered.

He decided to ignore that for now.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"In my house?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "why are you awake at this hour? It's almost three in the morning."

"I could ask you the same thing."

She pauses for a moment, realizing she walked right into that. She took a moment, as if considering something, before she spoke again, “Something woke me up and I followed it here.”

“Still chasing the things that go bump in the night?”

“You say that like you don’t believe anymore?”

“On the contrary my dear, I’ve moved passed belief. It’s knowledge now. Truth.”

He stands up from his seat and takes a few paces towards her, “knowledge that I will gladly share with you.”

She narrows her eyes and watches him approach, “What’s the catch.”

Clever as always.

“When the reunion ends, say your goodbyes to everyone and stay here with me.”

“I can’t just leave. I have a family! I’m married!”

“It’s called a divorce. Plus, your children are teenagers, they’ll be fine.”

“Are you even hearing yourself right now?”

“Madaline why are you being so difficult? I’m promising you so much.”

“I’d be giving up even more.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“I could as you the same thing,” she said using his own words against him.

“Maddie please, you aren’t even thinking it over. There’s so much I can share with you.”

“At the price of my family?”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to kill them. Just leave them behind. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“I’ve never-!” she started, but he cut her off.

“Liar!” He yelled.

She stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

He took a breath, “You left me. I was trapped and you both just left me there. Trapped in that house.”

In this house.

“Vlad I’m sorry. We were young and scared. We shouldn’t have left you there.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

She was quiet for a moment. Thinking over what was said before she spoke again.

“If you’re still mad about that, why do you want me to stay with you?”

He ignored the fact that he had every right to be mad after all he had been through. This wasn’t about that.

He wasn’t mad at her.

He could never be mad at her.

“Maddie, my dear, I’m willing to forgive you. I’m ready to. I just need you to stay.”

“You didn’t say why.”

‘“Do I need to?”

“Yes,” she said bluntly.

“Maddie,” he really was just going to have to say it, wasn’t he? “Maddie, I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

She shook her head.

Why was she doing that?

“No.” She took a half step back but kept her feet planted firmly. “No, you don’t.

“What are you talking about? Of course, I love you.”

“You may have had a crush on me in college, and for whatever reason you fixated on it, but you don’t love me. You like the ideal dream version of me that lives in your head. That girl isn’t real and she certainly isn’t me.” then she took a step towards Vlad, “Now I’m going to turn around and open this door. If you try anything, I’ll show you how I earned my black belt in Jiu-jitsu.”

Vlad didn’t move.

He didn’t say a word as she opened the door and walked out.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

She wasn’t supposed to say no.

Why did she say no?

“Mom?”

Vlad perked up at the voice. Maddie’s son was down the hall.

“Oh sweetie, what are you doing up at this hour?” she said with a voice so sweet that you would never guess she had just threatened a man two seconds ago.

Vlad had let the door close, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a way to watch.

He flipped open the false book on the table by the door and pulled out the remote control. A button press later and one of the shelves that lined the outer wall opened to reveal a screen that showed the hall.

“Couldn’t sleep. The house kept making weird noises, then I thought I heard yelling. Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine dear. I was having a hard time sleeping too.” She brushed the hair away from his forehead and kissed it, “why don’t we go back now? We really shouldn’t be wandering around another person’s house this late.”

“Actually I’m a little thirsty.”

“Alright, I’m sure it’ll be alright if you get yourself something to drink in the kitchen, but then right to bed okay?”

“Okay,” Danny said with a sleepy smile.

The pair hugged and then parted ways.

Vlad just stared.

Maddie’s rejection was bad enough, but to see the way she doted on that boy of hers was even worse.

She needed to pay.

He needed her to hurt like he hurt.

To do that he needed to take away something she loved. Take away the thing she loved the most.

It wasn’t her husband.

Nor the daughter.

Vlad smiled to himself as a new plan started to come together.

[panicsimss]

You're a vampire, I'm a vampire too

Happy Simblrween, everyone!

[solaceoftheshad0ws]

Sketches of vague dracula-esk character 😋 mostly inspired by castlevania