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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years ago

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I have another lame request if that's ok? Paul with girlfriend who is a member of rock band?

Oh I love it! There are no lame requests, hon. Don’t even worry about that. Personally, I’ve thought about that a few times before too

Paul with a Rock Band Baby

CONTENT WARNING: Offensive Language, Potential Triggers, Gore! READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Oh that’s how he met you! Opening for a bad ass concert, he was sold the moment your cute butt stomped out with wildly teased hair, sporting shredded black nylons, biker boots, a leather skirt and a torn up black tank top with your band’s name crudely spray painted on. At first he thought you were a groupie that jumped on the stage- until you slung that gorgeous cherry red six string over your neck. One hand on the mic, taking in a deep breath before you scream

“HELLO SANTA CARLA! We are (Band Name) and we’re here to blow your BRAINS OUT!”

He thought a mermaid had just jumped on stage because your voice utterly hypnotized him. Paul wove through the moshing, dancing crowd screaming. It was a show for the ages, you owned that stage like it was your destiny. They way you shredded just hit him, he hadn’t even realized you guys finished until you bid the crowd farewell. Farwell? Wait! Merch in the back?! Cue him yanking Marko and Dwayne with him. He HAD to meet you!

Star struck was a bit extreme, but that’s only way Marko could describe Paul. Oh boy, they lost him. Paul’s up in space just lost to your feminine charms. Turns out you guys were pretty damn good as a few teenage girls posed with their polaroid camera, eagerly buying up a few T-shirts and then it was their turn.

“Dude, earth to Paul, man,” Marko nudged, snapping him out of it.

“Huh? Oh! Shit!”

“Sooo I’m guessing I should make it out to Paul, right,” you ask with a teasing smile.

Paul has since shown up to every concert you played, always swooping back to speak to you. Eventually you caught on. Honestly, it wasn’t too hard. After all, this guy was always so slick around everyone else but once he talked to you he was tripping over his own feet, getting his bracelet stuck in his hair, nearly knocking over your stacks of CDs. As you help him pick up the scattered photos, he’s going on about what an ass he was when you cut him off.

“Uhm, Paul, do you wanna go out with me this Saturday?”

Did he die? He swore his soul just flew out. Date. Date, a date, a mother fucking date with an angel of rock! Someone punch him he’s gotta be dreaming. Of course he says yes, and it is everything you could hope from a date with him. Schooling his ass in the bumper cars, sharing a big ol’ pink and blue cloud of cotton candy while browsing the music shop, he has to show off at the strength test. When the bell rings he lets you pick out an adorable, floppy armed, little purple elephant with sunglasses that read “Santa Carla Cool” on the lenses. When he kisses you on the Ferris wheel you don’t even realize the massive burst of summer time fireworks they’d launched- you just assumed they were the sparks flying. Well, one kiss wasn’t enough. You two ended up making out all the way to the end of the ride.

You weren’t supposed to find out about him being a vampire, but that night he had no choice. It was after a gig at this club that just opened up on the boardwalk, you had gone to the alley way for a smoke while your boyfriend offered to help the band carry their gear back to your van. Some unhinged fan came up to you. At first he seemed sincere, just kind of skittish. You figure he was just another star-struck fan. Then he professed his undying love for you. Oh, uh...

“L-Look that’s really nice man,” you trail off, starting to inch away from him. “But, I’m sorry, I’m kinda already seeing someone. It’s really nice to meet you though-”

“-What?! No, no, no you’re not supposed to say no! Y-You can’t-!”

Okay time to run. He tried to grab you and you immediately kneed him in the crotch. That kept him for only a minute and he ran after you, snatching you by your hair before you could reach the crowded streets of the boardwalk. No one could hear you scream, you did everything to try and push him off. Kick, flail, thrash, the ominous drag of a zipper striking fear into your heart. Until he stopped.

Gasps, gurgles, then a spray of blood staining both of you. A hand was shoved straight through his stomach, he looked at the hand then back at you easily three times before it retracted yanking out his intestines. The lifeless corpse flopped over next to you and suddenly the air returned to your lungs inflating your screaming again. Holy shit! What the fuck?! Paul was standing above you trying to ask if you were okay. Nope. Not at all. His entire arm was dripping in that guy’s blood, sharp claws replacing his nails. The was nothing compared to his face. His brow and cheeks had raised with the rest sinking in, looking more like an animal than human. Blue eyes were glowing white with dark red circles detailing them, and two sets of fangs sticking out when he spoke. And cue faint.

When you came to, it was some weird old dusty cave filled with decrepit furniture, posters and dirty old paintings- and there was Paul! It was hard not to scream and panic at first. The whole vampire thing was a lot to digest. Of course he tried to excuse it any way he possibly could. You hit your head, the guy was dead when he found him, it was swamp gas! Anything he could to get you to stay. The information was just to much to process and you ran.

Paul is utterly heartbroken, waiting every night for you to show up. But instead you stayed home at your apartment for the next week. He was destroyed, just in a depressed funk the guys couldn't get him out of. David even suggested flying to your place and dragging your sorry butt back but Paul just turned him down.

"It would take two minutes tops, I'm tired of you moping all over the place!"

"What's the point. The music's gone, man. I can't rock out if I don't have my ride or die baby by me"

Meanwhile you had shut yourself in. A vampire. The though terrified you but... all you could do was think about your baby who saved you. You kept seeing not the gore he left behind, but his tear filled eyes every time you slept. You could still hear him screaming for you to come back. It was too much. Vampire or not you needed to see him.

The next time you two reunite its all love. Marko managed to haul his depressed ass out for a ride on the beach but Paul just sulked on the boardwalk. He was practically melting away on his bike when a familiar pair of boots walked up next to him as he stared at the ground.

"Hey rocker," she coos softly. "Is there room for one more on that bike?"

Paul just kisses you and hugs you, jumping off his bike and swooping you into his arms. It's the first time either of you had genuinely smiled in days. The guys leave you two to your dramatic reunion. After all, now you had come to grips with your new vampire boyfriend, they were sure you must have a lot of questions for him.

Paul still comes to every night time concert you have. More so now that you only accepted gigs after dark. It played to your image so no one really questioned it. Recently you’ve been writing some very strange songs. “Bat out of Hell”, “My Dark Prince”, “A Vampire’s Ballad”. They seem to really hit with the teens so your bandmates are living for it. Paul is just ecstatic when he here’s your newest song, “Blonde Beast”. He gushes to the guys every night about his girl writing songs about him, to the point where David has started mimicking Paul because he’s said the same schpiel easily twenty times. Dwayne humors him. His buddy is happy, gush all you want dude, and Marko has started coming to your gigs too. They can’t wait for you to come to the hotel. Or rather, they’re eager for when you decide to join them. What’s more badass than a punk rock singer who’s a vampire?

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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years ago

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It's ready! Whew that was intense, took about 3 hours, maybe a little more to finish this one up but, oh the drama! So worth it.

The Frog Brothers Stake the Wrong Vampire

CONTENT WARNING: Offensive Language, Violence, Gore

It'd been over a year now since the cherubic, blonde vampire, Marko, swept you up in his arms. Truthfully when you had first met you had no idea that he was a creature of the night. Not until you stumbled across their leftovers still rotting outside the cave.

Your reaction was… unexpected. Sure, at first you were screaming ready to run. But you couldn't. It was so easy to love the boys. Dwayne was such a kind soul, what words he spoke were whispered to you. Inside jokes, little comments that made you snicker, sometimes you'd people watch while boardwalkers passed by. Paul was an adorable goofball, he always made you laugh. You could never be sad around him. Literally, he wouldn't let you be sad. If he caught you making a sour face he'd jump right in front of you and pout until he got a giggle out of you. David in his infinite coolness at first considered you a lest, just another human for lunch. But the more you remained, the more he warmed up to you. Something about you reminded him of someone he knew long ago. But most of all, you loved Marko more than anything you had ever loved before.

Every moment with him was a safety blanket shielding you from a cruel world, you could just melt in his arms. Fights were commonplace in any relationship, but he never let it pass the day. Hours maybe. Never would it linger on to the days to follow. He insisted that going to sleep angry was the worst thing he could do, even if the sun was about to rise he'd sweep you into his arms and hide away in the dark to settle this now.

Even when you knew what he was, it didn't change a thing.

Coated in blood, smeared all over his face and clothes, you just wiped it away to steal a kiss. Since then you've sort of a lure is it were. A way for the boys to eat on rainy or lazy nights. Seduce a helpless surfer expecting play time in an old cave quickly met by the maws of bloodthirsty beasts. There was a twinge of guilt at first until you saw just how happy it made them. Marko promised he'd turn you soon. The offer was of course flattering, but then who would be there during the day for them?

It was early afternoon by this point. Star and Laddie were royally tuckered out on the bed, the boys were snugly hidden away inside the caves…. Being human sucked. You decided to start wandering through the little coves, all those rooms still partially together after the great San Francisco Earthquake swallowed this place whole. Sometimes you'd find old remnants from guests. Jewelry, tattered clothes, worn dusty books. Even a body. That was gross.

Marko had previously insisted that you stay out of unexplored tunnels. After all, this hotel was hundreds of years old. It wasn't like you could just fly out if walls started collapsing around you. But it was so hard to avoid. Sooo sometimes you snuck around while he was asleep. You were human, they were always absolute worry warts about how fragile you were, even Star!

She'd check to make sure you ate, fuss every time you climbed up somewhere high, would fly up and drag you back down the moment it looked dodgy. You'd think they'd forgotten you were 17, you were pretty much an adult already!

A new tunnel led you up a winding path of cave formations that opened up just above the lobby. It was terrifying, but so cool. You could see Laddie and Star nestled quietly, the pigeons hopping around in the empty fountain and- Michael?

Suddenly the curly brunette dashed in with some blonde kid and two other Rambo-wannabes. The one with the stupid red headband and a gruff tone was about to - hey! You almost bolted forward until rocks began to crumble beneath you. Crap! This height would kill you, so instead you cowered below while Michael swooped Laddie in his arms and the intruders went for-...

The boys!

Immediately you whipped around, tiptoeing over rickety beams and decayed boards. Roots from plants above tangled themselves in your hair and you nearly swallowed a fly as you shoved your way to their cave. Just in time as the three boys stumbled in as well, screaming up a storm while waving flashlights in their faces. On a small ledge you could remain hidden, just beside Marko's upside-down figure. If you could just… reach- Dammit! Again the ground shifted, nearly alerting your position.

You trembled, unsure of what to do. Screaming was out, they'd just take advantage of the chaos or something! Your mind raced in a panic. Maybe you could draw them away, live bait! Just jump down, call them over in your most cliche Romanian accent and lead them away from the boys. You froze when they swiftly unsheathed a crude stake sharpened to a point, stomping up the rickety old ladder with it raised above their head.

"Good night, bloodsucker."

Marko-!

"NOOOOOOOO"

There was little thought put forward as you dove in front of him, shoving the boys off the ladder. It was like the world had rapidly slowed into a bizarre scene, like when you used to watch all those action movies. The Rambo-dork's hand thankfully missed Marko, and within the blink of an eye, pierced through your shoulder. Your collarbone snapped, blood spraying onto your lover bolted awake by the hideous wailing you unleashed. The intruders screamed in horror as the brood of undead arose in a rage, all three of them bolting as David released from his coop. Your breathing slowed, watching Marko's horrified face as he reached out to catch you

Missed. The tips of his fingers delicately brushed yours, and finally the world was spinning once more when your body hit the ground with a THUD.

Rapid blinking barely kept away the faded images that called you to sleep. Your blouse was clinging tightly to you utterly sticky in fresh floods of blood. It caked in your hair, splattered on your once vibrant skin was now as pale as freshly fallen snow, devoid of any color. Marko watched you fall now desperately jumping down to scramble by your side.

"Y/N," he screamed, cradling you in his arms.

Thank god.. he wasn't hurt. A sense of relief washed over you. You didn't care you were hurt, just so long as your beau was spared. You could barely hear Paul's voice, or which direction is was coming from. You felt like you were submerged in water.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck, no, no no baby, hey look at me! Look at me, Y/N! David! DAVID!"

The other vamp was preoccupied with slaying the little twerps that dared enter their home. Marko pushed away tears trying to block his vision, unsure of what to do. If he pulled out the stake that could be it for you- but you were still bleeding. Quickly Paul threw off his jacket and handed it to him, pushing it against the exposed flesh to stop any further draining. "Dammit babygirl, don't do this! Come on stay with me!"

Your fingertips trembled, gurgles of blood spilling our the sides of your mouth. "I'm… s-so… g-glad yo-you're… okay," you choked out in sloppy gurgles.

"Stop it, don't talk okay?! You-You gotta save your energy-," he looked up at Dwayne, waving him away. "GO! Get David, find the bottle, hurry! Go now!"

Even with Dwayne bolting out of the room Paul shook his head, choking back tears. You were a mess, and the scent of your blood made him dizzy. He knelt by Marko who was clutching you tightly against him, still keeping the sopping wet jacket in place. It just wouldn't stop!

"Marko," Paul hesitated, looking at him. "The bleeding isn't stopping."

"I know, I know, okay? Just shut up! She's gonna be fine! Right baby girl? You're gonna be fine! C'mon Y/N stay with me!"

"Marko, man listen! She's not gonna last until David gets here!"

"You don't know that," Marko screamed, tears flooding his face. He looked down at you as your trembling fingers brushed against his cheek to wipe away his tears, leaving smeared streams of blood in it's place. Holding your hand tightly in his he looked into your e/c eyes. No. No!

He wasn't ready to lose you. Not now! Wedging his gloved fingers between the seams of your blouse he tore it apart. Paul stepped back, looking away from your exposed chest.

"Dude what're you-?!"

"Shut up, Paul!" Marko turned to you. You could barely see him anymore. Pins and needles shot through your legs, it was getting hard to breath. But you could see his red eyes staring back at you. "I can't lose you.. This is gonna hurt.. forgive me, baby, I have to."

Before you could respond the stake was wrenched from your chest in one foul swoop, splatters of flesh and blood release sending a fresh wave of pain through you. And then you felt it in your neck.

A sharp, burning agony that made you convulse. Marko held you by your shoulders as tightly as he could while you thrashed around, wrapping you in his arms as he dug his fangs into your neck. Your pulse rapidly kicked up like a flurry of wild stallions.

Everything burned. This wasn't like a sunburn or when you touch a hot pan. It was like molten rock being poured across bare skin. Yet your veins shot through in streams of ice, frozen in place. Your screams were muddied beneath old blood, slowing the flow ever so slightly. Still cradling you against him, Marko dug his fangs into his wrists as hard as he could until the same bittersweet taste spilled out in black sludge. Holding you close he forced it against your lips while you sputtered at the taste. It was cold, sweet with a sickly bitter burn. It reminded you of the first time you drank whiskey.

But then, you began to drink. It was hard to stop, your body just screamed for any more it could get. It provided a momentary relief from the pain. A cold frost to dull the burn. But it wasn't enough, and soon Marko had to tear it away before you bled him dry.

A pulsating agony shot through you. Were you dying?

The whole time Marko held you while Paul pushed sticky hair from your stained face. It was hard to see you like this. This pain was so familiar, Paul could only imagine how horrid it must feel for you. They just kept coaxing you through it.

"I know baby, I know," Marko whispered softly while you spasmed in his embrace. "It's almost over. You're doing so good, babe. I promise it'll be all over soon."

The first half was never easy. He still remembered the day he died, vividly so. Hearing your sobs was torture, but he had no choice. You were too precious to lose! David and Dwayne had returned to witness your transformation. You could feel your bones twisting, a dragging pull from your mouth drawing out a set of jagged fangs, your heart withering away until finally it had stopped and you fainted in his arms.

You awoke to the boys all sitting around you in the lobby of the cave. It was well past sunset now. Paul was pacing all around the fountain, Dwayne rapidly shuffling through the same deck of cards over and over. David just sat in a dusty old couch, hunched over with his arms supporting him on his bouncing knee. And there was Marko. His back was turned to you, head held in his hands. He must've stayed by your side this entire time. Several sheer, glittery curtains separated you from the other three. Was this Star's bed?

A sharp, quick gasp escape your lips as a dull pain rattled your insides, alerting them you were awake.

"Y/N," he exclaimed, swooping you into his arms. They all started speaking to you in a flurry of worry, scolding you, asking if your were okay. Marko held you so tight you were crushed against his chest. "You idiot."

He finally pulled you away, holding you by your shoulders. "What were you thinking? What if I hadn't been there? You would've been killed!"

You began to tear up, your shoulders shaking. "I-I had to. They would've killed you-"

"Then I would've died, so what?!"

You slapped his mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks. Marko paused for a moment, shocked that you stuck him. "Don't you ever say that! I couldn't live if I had let you just die," you whimpered. "I saw them! I had to do something! I'd rather die than let you be killed! I'd do anything to protect you Marko!"

You began to sob uncontrollably with your your face buried in your hands.

"But I couldn't go on if you died because of me."

Marko's voice cracked, pulling you into his arms. He just held you there for so long as you sobbed, he did everything he could to hold back tears. In a way there was still a silver lining. The question of joining them was gone. Your heart beat was gone and your stomach began to growl. It raised a few chuckles from the surrounding vampires, Marko tilting up your chin to wipe away the last of your tears. "I think it's time for your first hunt out baby girl. Initiations all finished."

So I know I just requested but after reading The Tragedy of Marko I thought what if the Read came in time to protect Marko but got severly injured in Markos place? If could right that I'd be so happy thank you!

Absolutely! Actually my own OC gets injured after being kidnapped by the Frog Brothers for helping Marko. She refuses to call for help and put him at risk, so this is right up my alley! I'll have it to you by tonight!

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