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Honor Bound Vampire AU - Part 4

In this AU, syndicate families prowl, snatching hapless victims off the streets to serve as playthings and bloodbags for their amusement and sustenance. Concept is introduced in this post, where instead of being shot and permanently disabled escaping the Stormbecks in Book 3, Sam is mortally wounded and Turned by Gavin (who is a Vampire.) Continued in this post, where Isaac waits for Sam to emerge from their room to drink for the first time…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Honor Bound Masterlist

AO3

Contents: vampire!Sam, vampire!Gavin, blood loss, almost passing out, blood, mild gore, vampire venom, blood drinking, guilt, rehydrating, sun sensitivity

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Isaac tried to get up before Gavin returned with Sam. With one hand still pressed to his throat, he leaned on the couch, trying to pus himself to his feet. Darkness flooded his vision. His stomach heaved, and his ears rang. He sank back against the couch, sweat prickling under his shirt. Blood seeped from the wounds under his hand. 

The pain was so familiar. The wounds were so, so familiar. The throbbing was worse, though, because of Sam’s inexperienced strike - and how Gavin had ripped Sam away from him before they could retract their fangs from his flesh. Something was torn, he thought. The skin was certainly slashed wider than under Gavin’s expert bites. 

He pressed his hand harder to the wound. Gavin wouldn’t be long, now. Still, Isaac’s head spun. He stretched himself flat on the floor. Blood soaked into his shirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Being flat was better. He didn’t feel quite so… cold. He let his eyes fall shut. He drifted. 

A draft like death ghosted over Isaac. His eyes fluttered open. Gavin leaned over him, his eyes fixed on Isaac’s throat like a stalking animal. Isaac swallowed tightly and looked around for Sam. They stood in the corner, a glow on their cheeks - but it was not a glow from the coming sunrise. It was blood, Isaac’s and Gray’s, that was causing the effect. They stared at Isaac, guilt and shame creeping over their face. They didn’t come any closer. 

“I’m alright,” Isaac croaked, and tried again to get up. Gavin’s iron grip on his shoulder pushed him back down. 

“You’re not,” Gavin said, voice cast low. “They’ve torn open the last wounds I left.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam whimpered from their spot along the wall.

“It’s not your fault, Sam,” Isaac said, hand still clamped firmly on his own neck. “It’s not. You… you were just…”

“Thirsty,” Sam finished. “I was just thirsty.” Their eyes were so sad, so frightened. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.”

“I can get Finn,” Isaac said. Gavin’s hand remained on his shoulder. “Or. Or you can.” 

Gavin shook his head. “I can help, a little.” He reached up and touched behind the angle of his jaw, massaged there. His lips parted and Isaac saw the flash of Gavin’s fangs. As Gavin massaged, the tips began to glisten, beads of venom forming at the ends. The drips fell onto Gavin’s tongue, then more formed, then more. Finally, Gavin leaned forward, gently pulling Isaac’s hand away from his throat. He laved his tongue over the torn flesh, spreading the venom in a thin, oily layer. The bleeding slowed, stopped. Gavin still washed his tongue over Isaac’s neck, licking up the blood, now starting to clot, until the skin was clean. Gavin stayed with his nose in the crook of Isaac’s neck, taking in deep, steady breaths. 

“Gavin?” Isaac breathed, unmoving. Instinct held him fast. 

Gavin let out a heavy exhale. “Sorry.” He pulled away, eyes dark and crimson with thirst. 

Isaac watched him with wide eyes. “It’s… it’s okay.” He passed his fingers over the wounds Sam had made. The skin was still torn, but the bleeding had stopped. “I didn’t know your venom could… I mean…”

Gavin stared at the floor. “You didn’t notice you bled less when I used my venom?”

“No.” Isaac swallowed. The movement was painful. “I was always…” Always too blissed-out. 

Gavin nodded. “Well… yeah, it… yeah. It does that.” He glanced back at Sam. “You can come forward. You won’t hurt him.”

Sam stared at Isaac, looking like they were about to cry. He offered them a weak smile. They stepped forward. 

“I’ve… never felt anything like that before,” Sam rasped. “Isaac… I’m sorry. If I… try to do that again…”

“You will get thirsty again,” Isaac said. He used the couch to drag himself up to sitting and this time, his vision held. “It’s alright. And when that happens, you’ll drink.”

Sam’s throat bobbed. They hesitated, then nodded once. They walked forward on shaking legs until they finally sank to their knees in front of him. He reached out a hand to them. They took it. Their hand was cold. 

Gavin shifted, and then was on his feet in the time it took Isaac to blink. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cup full to the brim with water. “Here,” he said gently, passing it to Isaac. “Drink.” Isaac drank deeply. He was so thirsty, and a little hungry, too. He raised his eyes to the clock on the wall behind Gavin. It was still early, but dawn was coming.

“I-I need to check the drapes,” he said, reaching out to hand Gavin the cup again. “Make sure the house is safe. With the sun–”

“It’s been done, Isaac,” Gavin said, pushing the cup back. “I checked the night we brought Sam back. You need to rest. Drink.”

Isaac looked at Sam. They were staring behind him, at the thick drapes pulled shut in front of the large living room windows. It was as if their weakness to the sun was just now occurring to them. 

Isaac wet his lips. “But–”

Gavin’s eyes flashed. “Please don’t make me thrall you again, Isaac,” he said harshly.

With that, Isaac relented. He took another long gulp of water. Sam squeezed his hand. 

“So, no more going outside for me, huh?” they said weakly.

“Not during the day,” Gavin said. He lifted his head just as the first ray of light hit the drapes, illuminating the deep purple fabric and casting a dark tint over the room. “Not during the day.”

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