#human to vampire transformation

[clickerflight]

Muir: Part 2 - Bonded

And part two for ya. Hope you enjoyed. Perhaps a bit rushed but I still had fun with it.

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Part 1

Content: human police whumpee, bad injury, shrapnel, near death experience, vampire damaging his own wrist, a human becoming a vampire

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Joseph laid on the couch, slowly reading through some course work. Since he’d only been in stasis for a few years there wasn’t too much to catch up on compared to a lot of his peers. Still, he needed to catch up on some of the things that had happened. He would be out of the rehab program pretty soon, actually, once he finished the last of these papers and got all of his documents up to date. 

He was pretty sure he’d stick around the rehab center, though. He didn’t have very many vampire friends back in the day. Or many friends in general besides David. Now he had a bunch of interesting friends, including the humans that worked at the center, and he felt a part of something as he took on responsibility here and there to help other vampires that had been in stasis for much longer than he had been. He hadn’t felt like he was a part of something helpful since even before he met David. He wished his late bond mate could see where he was now. 

Joseph sighed very softly to himself, scrolling on his Devpad as he kept reading through his assignments. 

He was just thinking about getting up and starting dinner when he felt something pulse like a wave through his chest. He laid breathlessly on the couch, trying to figure out what was wrong when he felt it crash into him again before sucking at him like a wave headed back out to sea. 

He followed it, getting to his feet, putting his Devpad down in confusion. It wasn’t until the third wave hit him that he realized what was happening. Flashes of silver, screaming, and ritual knives shot through his mind and he was out of the apartment, keys in hand and no shoes on his feet. 

He sped off in his car, the familiar steering wheel spinning under his hands and he rushed to follow those waves. The feeling of his bondmate in danger. 

He and Muir didn’t mean to become bondmates, but it wasn’t exactly a surprise when it happened. One morning, after a late night drinking beers together and watching soccer on TV, Joseph had woken up to find that the huge gap David left behind had been partially filled. It wasn’t enough to fill the gap he knew was supposed to be filled, but it was comforting all the same. Muir hadn’t noticed anything besides having more energy at the end of the day, which he was always glad to have. 

And of course, Joseph could tell when Muir was in danger, when his heart was beating quickly in his chest, when he fell or got bruised tackling someone. And now Joseph could feel the wounds buried deep in Muir’s guts, could feel the scratches on his arm. He could feel death breathing down both of their necks. 

Joseph screeched to a halt at the warehouse. He couldn’t remember most of the drive. All he knew was that Muir was inside and Joseph needed to get to him now. 

Muir was only inside the warehouse for another couple of moments as officers pulled him out of there, talking loudly. 

Joseph threw himself at the barrier that had been set up around the warehouse and a tall vampire caught him, holding him back. 

“Sir, you can’t be here. There-”

“THAT’S MY BONDMATE!” Joseph shrieked. He didn’t care if he sounded hysterical. He was. 

He was released quickly and Joseph was grateful. The instincts coursing through him would have had this vampire’s windpipe in his teeth if that vampire hadn’t let him go. 

He slid across the sidewalk, hissing at Granger, who looked like she was about to tell him to go away. 

“Josh?” Joseph asked urgently, pushing Muir’s hair back and digging through his layers of clothing to see where the radiating pain was coming from. 

“Seph?” Muir asked weakly, opening his eyes. “What are you doin’ here, man?”

“You’re dying,” Joseph replied in a tone so cold and accusatory that even all of the officers and agents fell silent. 

“Nah, man,” Muir said with a nervous laugh. “I’ll be fine. The ambulance will be here in a moment and- AH.”

Joseph had finally peeled away the last layer. Whatever had blown through Muir was powerful enough to make it through his vest and had blown a huge hole into him. There was another one, just a bit higher. Joseph just knew it only barely missed Muir’s spine. He knew that there was shrapnel everywhere inside.

Someone swore behind Joseph at the blood flowing freely from the wounds and soaking his clothing. It was harder to tell on his black clothing, but on his previously white undershirt the entire thing up to his collar bones was soaked red. 

Someone got down, putting pressure on the wound, making Muir shout, but with how the blood flowed, they both knew he only had minutes to live. Joseph grabbed Muir with blood soaked hands, forcing him to make eye contact. 

Muir’s breath hitched in his chest under Joseph’s elbow. He knew what Joseph wanted. 

“Seph,” he said warningly. It was the only reason Joseph hesitated. “Wait… I’m, ah….”

“You’re going to die,” Joseph replied seriously. “You are going to die and there is nothing human medicine can do for you, no matter how good it is. Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.”

Muir looked him in the eyes, but he felt his own mortality as surely as Joseph could feel it. 

“I can’t lose you too,” Joseph said softly. 

Muir swallowed hard. His mouth felt so dry his teeth ached, his head pounding with blood loss. He looked up at the members of his team, who stared at him wide eyed, Granger watching with a hard look. 

He swallowed twice more before he said, “Okay. Okay. So, uh-” he blinked hard as his vision started to fade in and out with a weakening pulse. He could barely feel the pain of someone’s hands against his wounds anymore. 

“Drink,” Joseph said quickly, taking that as his permission. He quickly bit his own wrist open, putting it in Muir’s mouth. Muir did his best, sluggishly and numbly. 

He shuddered as the first swallow of blood hit his stomach. It was just slightly too cold to be normal human blood, but it seemed to heat him from the inside out. He felt strength begin to return to his limbs and something new, something loud in his mind screamed at him to latch on and drink quicker. 

When Joseph felt Muir grab on tighter, saw his arm come up to grab onto Joseph’s and hold it there, Joseph dipped down and bit into Muir’s jugular. Muir flinched at this, but the drive to feed was too powerful to fight now. Though the sight caused most of the group to look away, the humans and vampires alike huddled around them to hide them from view. 

Joseph kept going, keeping thoughts of David doing this for him out of his head as he cycled the blood between them three times, Muir twitching occasionally as something shifted or changed inside of himself. The ambulance got there as Muir opened his mouth to sink newly formed fangs into Joseph’s wrist a bit better, his wounds slowly beginning to seal. 

A paramedic pushed through the crowd and swore when he saw how bad the injuries were. Joseph licked the wound he made, helping heal it a bit and letting his fangs hide back up at the roof of his mouth like a snake, looking up at the paramedic as he gently tried to get Muir to unlatch from his wrist. 

“There wasn’t time,” Joseph explained and the Paramedic nodded. 

“Yeah, looks like it. We should take him along with us, anyways. And you. You probably gave him a fair amount of blood that you’ll be needing back.”

“Yeah,” Joseph said distractedly, trying to pry Muir off without breaking his new fangs. “Muir, come on. Let go.”

Muir whined, his eyes distant now. He would be out of it for a few days while his body recovered from the experience and his mind sorted itself out again. Joseph was grateful he and Muir could hide out in the ambulance away from the eyes of all the officers. From what he remembered, being a just barely formed fledgling was quite frankly embarrassing. 

………………………………..

Muir had to take time off from work. He could still do some of it at home and help with coordinating teams, but he couldn’t actually go into work. Not unless he wanted to bring Joseph along. If he could go right back to work. Joseph said he would get over it in a couple of weeks, but just the idea of leaving Joseph’s side for even 15 minutes seemed like the end of the world. He tried to get over it, tried every night to sleep in his own room, but he would have to give up after an hour of laying awake, shivering and unable to sleep as his incredibly slow heartbeat thumped louder and louder in his ears until he was driven to find safety in Joseph’s room.

Joseph didn’t mind the fact he tried to sleep in his own room every night, nor that Muir came in eventually to sleep with him instead. He let Muir work his way through the process, explaining what Muir could expect but not forcing him to do anything. Muir might be a fledgling, but he wasn’t a child. And the gaping hole that couldn’t quite be filled by Muir’s presence before, now was comfortably fitted besides a little sliver that remembered Joseph’s own Sire. 

Muir and Joseph sat together, Joseph working on updating his documents while Muir worked on applying for the documents necessary for being a vampire in this society, comparing notes as they worked. 

“This is infuriating,” Muir said moodily. 

Joseph reached out blindly as he filled in another detail, patting Muir on the face and making his bondmate snort. “There there. It’ll be alright. OW!”

He pulled his hand back, looking at the already healing fang marks in his hand. 

Muir just went back to his paperwork, looking smug enough that Joseph knew that wasn’t just an instinctive fledgling bite. 

Joseph drew himself up to his height on the stool, though he wasn’t taller than Muir and snarled. 

Muir yelped, leaping off his stool and tripping, collapsing to the floor. He got to his elbows, looking up over his chest at Joseph in shock. “What did you just do to me!?”

Joseph didn’t reply, simply waggling his head and giving Muir the same smug smile before he went back to working on his documents.

Part 1

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[mynqzo]

Why do you like vampires specifically, what do you like of them?

the sucking and fucking

[itsbrucey]

Was thinking more about my monster au and if it would have substance or just be " the dads are monsters" and I realized it would be funny if they were monsters from the forgotten realms and got sucked into the normal world to find their sons. Their sons haven't fully hit " monster puberty" or some dumb shit yet so they blend in easier and the dads have to find them in mundane and safe places where they stick out.

Also it would be funny to find out that Henry wasn't always a Harpy but got adopted by harpies as a baby and he kinda. Got magicked into one. Even funnier if Jodie is a demon upon showing up but finds out he's human and has a magical girl transformation to be normal,,,

Also I'm still not over Selkie Ron like Lark cooked so hard with that. My little seal fella,,,, he winds up in an aquarium and had to pretend to be so incredibly normal but ends up stealing a herring bucket.

DIGS NAILS INTO ARMREST. Also Werewolf Darryl transforming by accident bc of emotion..... Naga Glenn trying to hide with dresses and coats ( it does NOT work).

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Rescue Bots Blades

[jessicanjpa]

I wonder how many patients Carlisle has lost knowing he could have saved them, if only nobody had been watching. I wonder how many times he's spoken to grieving families and lied through his teeth when he said he'd "done everything he could."

... and I wonder how each of those losses has burned him.

[comehereeveryday]

Optimus Prime but Dracula

[st-guliks-fnord]

People on here are always talking about Tzimisce fleshcrafters as Vampire Gender Affirming Surgeons but no one ever once mentioned to me that that’s explicitly a canon Thing Thin-Blood Alchemists Can Do??

[gomacave]

My most unhinged f/f7 opinion is that seph should eat people

[juliareed]

There is a lighthouse In the middle of the deep And I'm still stranded on the shoreline there And nobody hears me scream

[themunsonmurders]

bat!Eddie who hides in cereal boxes n nibbles away at the food like a little mouse. It's his own little thing. He thinks 'i need some me time' n no one sees him for a while, but by god they swear they can hear Something munching away.

[just-a-whumping-birb]

First Bitten Masterpost

Turned

Tristan’s life as he knows it is about to change forever. Grayson makes sure he knows it.

TWs: vampire whumper, human whumpee, body control, blood, blood drinking, kidnapping, vampiric transformation

Soft. Warm. Those were the first things Tristan felt upon waking, a groan leaving him as he groggily opened stormy grey eyes. The room was mercifully dark; he could feel the pounding headache of a hangover already starting up. He took stock of his thoughts, trying to piece together the last things he could remember.

He and Oliver had gone out to a party at one of those crowded local bars. Not their usual haunt, but both knew that they needed to socialize more, and what better place to do it than at a crowded, sweaty rave? He had been such an idiot for suggesting it…

Several drinks later, and Tristan had been pulling at Oliver’s sleeve, mumbling about wanting to leave. His good friend, never one to leave Tristan hanging, agreed and the two had begun the trek home. Tristan could remember a brief period of walking, but that’s when it all went black. Had Oliver carried him the rest of the way? No… he wasn’t strong enough for that. Maybe he had called them a cab…

Suddenly, the doorknob to his room turned, revealing a very unfamiliar hallway and an equally unfamiliar silhouette. He… wasn’t at their apartment. So where the hell was he?! Before Tristan could even ask that question, the lights in his room were flicked on, his headache flaring up and eliciting a wince from the young man. Standing across the room was a stranger, one with bleach-white hair, a pair of rounded glasses, and a very cocky smile. Alarm bells rang in Tristan’s head, his eyes darting around to look for any kind of escape. Unfortunately, the newcomer clocked his frantic looks, crossing the room far too quickly for his liking.

“Well, now,” the stranger began, his voice smug, “you’re a jumpy one, aren’t you?”

Tristan bristles.

“Wh-who are you?! And where the hell am I?!”

The other man chuckles, clearly enjoying his panicking.

“You can call me Grayson, at least for now. That will change soon~ As for where you are, this is my home.”

What did he mean by “that will change soon”? Tristan thought. He quickly shook his head, another notion overtaking all others as his eyes went hard and stormy.

“Where’s my friend? What did you do with him?”

Grayson hummed, unbothered.

“Oh, he’s in another of my guest rooms. They’re all quite comfortable~”

“Somehow I don’t believe you,” Tristan muttered under his breath.

The other man raised an eyebrow.

How the hell could he have heard that?!

Grayson positioned himself so he hovered just above Tristan, looking down at him as if he were an insect. His voice had dropped to a low, menacing hiss when he spoke.

“You’d best worry more about yourself, boy. After all, your… living situation is about to change.”

Tristan bristled, trying to lean away… only to realize that he could no longer move. Not even an inch. It was as if invisible bonds were holding him fast, keeping him in place. Another wave of panic washes over him, the young man’s eyes widening in fear.

“I-I can’t move? Why can’t I move?!”

Grayson just chuckles, the fingers on hus right hand- which Tristan now saw sported black, clawed nails- giving a quick snap.

A moment of panic follows an oddly tingly sensation as, against his will, Tristan leans his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“Your body isn’t your own anymore, Tristan. Better get used to it~”

A ten ton weight sank into his stomach at those words.

“What… what are you…?”

Grayson’s mouth broke into a wicked grin, fangs glinting in the light as he did so.

“A being far more powerful than your mortal mind could ever comprehend.”

Before he could make a retort, Grayson lunged for the young man’s neck, fangs sinking in like sharpened knives.

Tristan shrieked, the sound almost catching in his throat as the vampire began to drink. All he could make were pitiful, choked sounds as the monster drained him rapidly of his lifeblood, the flow never seeming to stop.

This is it, Tristan blearily thought as his vision started to darken around the edges, I’m about to be killed by a vampire. My life is over… Oliver’s life, too… I…

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Darkness.

Cold hands pulling away, sticky.

Another hand opening his stiff, dead jaw.

Warmth.

Warmth.

Life.

Life…?

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“Wake up.”

That voice…

“Wake. Up.”

Tristan’s eyes snapped open.

He was still lying in that same bed, though the sheets had obviously been changed. Grayson stood above him, looking up and down his body.

“What are you…?” Tristan croaked, his voice clearly disused. How long had he been unconscious?

“Just making sure you took to things properly. It looks like you have~”

“Took to… what?”

He didn’t like the sound of that. What had Grayson done to him? Why couldn’t he remember…?

Suddenly, there was a flash of fangs in his mind’s eye. Pain. His life ebbing away until there was darkness, all of that before an oddly invasive warmth.

Grayson smiled.

“Welcome home, Tristan~”

Eyes going wide with horror, Tristan attempts to move again, finding that he can. He looks at his hands, finding nails replaced by claws. This alone had him panicking, rushing to stand and find a mirror, something to look at himself with…! Grayson doesn’t stop him as he struggles over to the bathroom on shaking legs, finding… that he had lost his reflection. The mirror shows a disturbingly empty room.

Tristan stumbles back out of the bathroom, not managing to make it to the bed before hitting the floor on his knees, head bowed. It felt as if his body wanted to shut down in panic, but it was unable to. After all, it was no longer alive.

Steps sound across the floor as Grayson makes his way to stand over the newly turned vampire. Tristan couldn’t see it, but his face held a truly terrifying smile.

“You must be hungry,” said the elder vampire, knowing Tristan would probably feel the hunger any moment now.

To his credit, Tristan growled under his breath, not giving Grayson the satisfaction of knowing that the growing pangs had begun. It was instinct, of course; a newly turned vampire was weak and starving from the ordeal of being brought back from death. It took all of his weakening resolve not to lunge at his sire, Tristan’s sharpened nails digging into his palms.

“Oh, my dear little spawn,” Grayson cooed, “your holding back will do you no good; after all, I can always force you to drink.”

Using one of his claws, he cut a line into the inner part of his wrist, fresh blood already weeping from the wound.

The young vampire tsk-ed, knowing he other was right.

“F-fine,” Tristan replied through clenched teeth, fangs already unsheathed. Was that drool he felt welling up in his mouth? He didn’t wait to find out, as the scent of blood hit his newly enhanced senses. It took less than a second for him to leap for his sire, knocking him to the ground, fangs quickly burying themselves in his wrist. Grayson didn’t fight, instead adjusting his body slightly and smiling almost gently as his new spawn fed. And although Tristan couldn’t stop himself from taking long pulls of the now delectable liquid, a part of him felt disgusted at what he had become. Tears began to mingle with blood as he sobbed between gulps, Grayson gently petting his head like a pitiful puppy. It was only a few minutes later that he was forced off, not bothering to fight despite his hunger not being fully satiated.

“Rest,” his sire simply said, “you’ll need it for what comes next~”

Tristan didn’t reply, instead opting to remain where he was on the floor, curling up in fetal position. Apparently satisfied, Grayson left the room, closing the door and leaving the fledgling vampire to his tortured thoughts.

[sparky-is-spiders]

Had a great idea for a Jonfic that is likely to go zero places.

Anyway, werewolf (because literally what else am I gonna make him?) Jon who, through becoming an eyevatar, slowly loses access to his wolf side, forcing him to confront the idea that either he was more human when he was partially a wolf or that he is more human now that he is becoming the Archivist.

[transselkie]

Feeling insane about Nicolas de Lenfent again. Most specifically about the fact that this version of Louis and Claudia know about him.

What do they know? How much did Lestat tell Louis? Not just his name, but his nickname. Surely about their shared love of the arts. Did he tell him of “(their) conversation”? That “only the impossible can do the impossible” came from him? Did he tell him he reminds him of him? That he was ever made a vampire? Does Louis know how he died?

When did he tell him? Was it before Claudia? During Claudia? After she ran away? Did he tell Louis about his own attempts to escape from Auvergne to try and connect to him during his days of grief at Claudia’s loss? Did Louis ask questions, and ecstatic to have him say something, anything, desperate to not lose this thread, did he open up?

I’ve been thinking so much of “this silence is cruel, Louis, and you were never cruel.” How much silence, being shut out, is a trigger for Lestat. Gabrielle spent most of his childhood shut out and away. When he and Nicki become friends it’s not just their shared passion for the arts, their shared disdain for life in Auvergne, their family traumas, desire for something more. It’s “our conversation”. It’s having a person there to talk with to begin with. And then it is lost. When Nicki is given the Dark Gift not only can Lestat not hear his thoughts but Nicolas won’t say a word at all. And he can’t stand it.

Does Lestat feel the same way, when Claudia leaves and Louis pulls away? Shuts himself off, reading alone like Gabrielle did. Sits in silence, sinking into depression, losing his mind, like Nicki?

When Lestat goes back for Claudia does he know how close he is to losing him? Is he scared of losing Louis to himself, as he did Nicki?

Lestat warns them time and again of the European vampires. How they are much worse.

But he never names them.

What does Louis know?

Lestat had loved once before. He was a violinist. His name was Nicki. But how much else? Did he tell him that they went to Paris together?

Did he tell him, of their little theater there?

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 74

Write something based on this scenario:

Vampire whumpee was turned against his will and still struggles with guilt at the kind of monster he is. He doesn't want to have to drink blood or hunt humans to survive.

When he encounters a human who actually wants to be drunk from, vampire whumpee is paralyzed with conflicting feelings.

[eryanlainfa]

Pov : I don't know how to draw werewolves and I can't draw wolves without references so he ends up looking like this in the sketch

Big doggo

[maxemilianverstappen]

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