#vampyr fanfic

[islandtarochips]

Diana Lune’s Story

Arthur’s Note: Talofa everyone! I just wanted to share a short story about my OC. If you guys read my OC’s bio then you may know of what this one is about! This is the an inspiration from a game that my dear mutual friend @welldonekhushi had introduced me to! And I LOVE it! It is called the “Vampyr”! You can go ahead and checked it out! So anyway, I have created a short story that was related to her background story! So I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you

“My love…?”

“Antone? Antone, what’s going on? Where are you?”

“Forgive me my little moonlight….I won’t be able to come home…”

“W-What are you talking about? Antone, WHERE are you?!”

“I love you…”

“Die you LEECH.”

“Who’s that? Antone? ANTONE?!”

A sudden sharp pain had awoken the young female Ekon as she gasped. Feeling the cold sweat on the side of her head and breathing so heavily. Diana placed her hand on her chest while gripping onto it. “What the bloody hell was that?” She said in a very fearful tone before looking on the side of the bed. She saw that it was empty. Her husband was not there. That is when she started to feel her cold dead heart beating faster.

She quickly got off the bed and slipped her clothing on as she grabbed the scarf that was hanging on the coat stand. And quickly walked outside. She had started to go from streets to streets, ally after ally, one person after another asking them if they had seen her beloved. But sadly she can’t find him nor does the people know where this man is.

She started to walk over the bridge, almost giving up hope to find her lover before a sudden striking feeling had hit her. She looked to the side to see something glimmering from the light.

The woman had started to walk over to investigate before she froze in her place. Her eyes widened and her heart suddenly felt a stinging aching pain.

“No…” Is what she said from what she has seen.

“No…no no no…” The Ekon quickly ran to the glimmering object before kneeling down. Picking up a green emerald ring. The one that her husband was wearing for their marriage. The one that they have concealed of their love.

“No no no no no no! NO!” She looked around on the ground seeing black dust everywhere. “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!” She started screaming so heartbreakingly around that area. A realization had struck her that her husband, her lover, the man who she had loved. Is gone…he is truly gone.

She hugged the ring close to her chest while crying her heart out. How did this happen? Did they find out about her lover’s identity? Who did this?

“Ma’am? What are you doing out here late at night?”

The young woman was still on her knees, hugging the ring as she wiped her tears.

A man walked over with his weapon as he looked at the woman. “Ma’am, it’s not safe here. You need to get inside of your home. These bloodsuckers are still around this area.” The man said as he tried to reach out for her.

Then the young Ekon suddenly has a feeling that this man.

THIS. MAN.

Had done something to do with her husband. Her lover. Her ANTONE.

She suddenly changed her expression as she started to smile a bit. “Apologies…I…I was just having a moment, sir.”

The man was looking at this woman suspiciously but started to shrug it off. “Alright then, perhaps I can help you to get home safely?”

She slowly stood up, still holding the ring in her hand, and faced him with a small smile. “Thank you. I would kindly accept your offer.”

The man had walked with her over the bridge and onto the street. “I’m sorry to ask this again but what ARE you doing here?”

“I was just looking for someone but I believe they should be at home by now.” She answered before she glanced to see this man is carrying a weapon. “I see you’re carrying a weapon. Are you some kind of guard?”

The man nodded in response. “I’m a Vampire Hunter, ma’am. Part of the Priwen Guards.”

That name had suddenly caught this young woman's attention. “A Priwen Guards?” She stopped before looking at him. “I apologize. But my beloved and I just moved in last week and that name sounded quite intrigued. What are they?”

“Oh. Well, us Priwen Guards are the organization of hunting and killing those bloodsuckers. We made sure that us humans are safe from these drastic monsters.”

“Oh my.” She pretended to sound surprised but to tell you the truth. She felt very offended and disgusted by how he talked about her kind. Even when he talks about her husband’s kind as well. “Tell me, who is in charge of this organization?”

“Ah. Well, it used to be Sir Eldritch but now he entrusted his leadership down to young McCullum. Heh. Maybe he is young but he is full of skills.”

Diana nodded as she took all of this information from this man. “And also, what happened in that area? I’ve seen some black dust over there.”

The man had looked in the direction of where the woman had mentioned. Then he started to point out. “That black dust is from those VAMPIRES. Our leader had found him and cornered him where we wanted him.”

Diana then saw the man grinning. “...and you killed him?”

“Of course! Our mighty leader had shown NO mercy upon these dark creatures! It’s a great victory for all of us!” Then the man paused for a moment before smiling awkwardly at her. “Apologies. Didn’t mean to bursted out like that.”

The woman just smiled at the man as she shook her head. “It’s alright then. It is a glorious victory for your kind to kill my husband.”

The man laughed a bit. “It is indeed! It was quite-” He suddenly stopped before he looked at the woman as he saw a ghost. “W-What did you say? Your…husband?”

Diana started to smile at him, showing her fangs as she slid the ring into her ring finger. As she started to speak. “You know, not every vampire is a MONSTER dear sir. BUT.” She looked at the man, seeing him backing up as he gripped onto his weapon. Seeing his eyes was with fear. “The only monster around here is YOU and your MEN.”

Soon she quickly teleported near to this man and grabbed him before sinking her fangs deep into the skin of his neck. Hearing the poor man screaming in pain as he tried to squirm away but soon later saw the world around him. Started to blur out before hitting onto the cold cemented ground.

Diana had started to breathe with such satisfaction. Tasting the blood from her enemy who had taken the life of her family and lover. After that, she suddenly heard other men shouting.

“I heard a scream somewhere here!”

“Quickly! Before we lose them!”

The vampire growls to hear their arrival. She had looked around to find a place to hide. Before teleporting herself into the dark corner. Watching the guards passing by as they found the body of their fallen comrade.

“Jesus christ…he’s…he’s gone…” One of the men had stepped forward as he showed his sadness. Onto the dead corpse that was in front of them.

Diana saw the tall man was gripping onto the torch and seeing him gritting his teeth. “Bloody hell…these BLOODSUCKERS are going to pay for this!”

“Enough! Let us just take his body and head back to headquarters. We will report this to McCullum. And I’m sure he won’t be happy about this…”

The Ekon watched these men take the body of the man of whom she had killed. She just glared at them as they walked away and she stepped out of the shower. The silence in this atmosphere had started to scream louder as she exited from this scene.

She finally had come back home and once she had closed the door behind her. She started to fall onto her knees and hugged herself tightly as her tears flowed out of her eyes and had dripped onto the wooden floor. She had let go of her crying of agony and grief. The crying of pain and loneliness inside this empty home that she was supposed to share with her lover.

Everyone that she had known. Everyone that she had loved. Her parents, her younger siblings and her husband. They are ALL gone and DEAD.

Soon that shed of tears had turned into HATE. Her eyes started to turn from brown to red as she slowly stood up. She could feel the burning desire in her vein and into her heart as she looked at her ring on her finger.

“Don’t worry, my love. I will avenge you and our family. I will make sure that EVERY single guard in this town will PAY for what they have done.” Diana whispered in a very dark tone manner as she started to plan how to take care of them.

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The next evening, when the sun had started to set down. An older man was in front of the building, smoking. Before he saw someone walking up. He got his gun ready before standing straight, still having the cigarette in his mouth. “Halt. State your business.”

He then saw it was a woman wearing a black outfit with black long boots and black trench coat. She then started to smile at the man.

“Greetings, my dear sir. I am here to join your little club. You’re wishing to end those vampire scum am I correct?” Diana said with a smile as she was just trying to charm him.

The old man looked at her confusingly but still kept his guard up. “Yes. We do. But you will have to talk to the boss.”

“Ah. Of course, then may I have a word with him? It’ll be quick.”

He was still debating before hearing a door open.

“What is going on?”

Diana saw another man coming out from the door. He looks quite taller than her and has a very strong body. And telling of how the old man was making way for him. She knew that this man was their leader.

She just smiled at him and started to bow down a bit. “Dear sir, I’m Diana Lune. And I’ve heard GREAT things about you and your men fighting off the dark creatures of the night. It has caught my great interest in joining with you and the others.”

The man in front of her was looking at this strange woman as he was scanning her.

Diana had stayed calm as she waited for his response.

“......come inside. We’ll discuss it in my office. Anyone can join. Men AND women.”

She smiled at him as she was very grateful. “Of course, sir.”

He nodded at her and walked back inside expecting her to follow.

And soon Diana had followed this man inside before seeing him stopped.

He had turned around to face her. “I’m Geoffrey McCullum. And I hope that we’ll work together nicely.”

The woman only kept smiling as she nodded. “Nice to meet you, McCullum sir. I'm excited to be working with you.”

“Then let’s begin. Shall we?”

To Be Continued…

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[welldonekhushi]

Get to know about Anastasia before going through the short fic!

The halls of Pembroke Hospital were quiet, the usual sounds of coughing and groaning fading into the distance. Pippa and Anastasia had just finished their rounds. Both of them were exhausted, but they’d stolen a moment of peace with together outside the hospital for fresh air as they two were seated on a table. Pippa poured two cups of tea, sliding one toward Anastasia, who was staring off into space again, her fingers nervously tapping against the edge of the table.

Pippa watched her for a moment, her curiosity bubbling over. “Annie.” She said, breaking the silence. “May I ask you something?”

Anastasia blinked, shaking off her thoughts. “Of course. What is it?”

Pippa hesitated, as though picking her words carefully. “Well.. what do you think of Doctor Reid?”

Anastasia froze. Her first instinct was to laugh it off, but she could feel her face heat up. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Pippa tilted her head, giving Anastasia that knowing look. “I mean, professionally, yes, but also as a person. The way you two act, it almost seems like you’re.. well, like sweethearts.”

“I am not in love with him!” Anastasia blurted out, her voice sharp and almost too loud. She immediately regretted it, turning away as her chest tightened. The words felt wrong the moment they left her mouth. She clenched her hands, trying to steady her nerves.

But the thoughts wouldn’t stop. "Why did I say it like that?" She wondered. "Why does he stay on my mind? Is it the way he talks, the way he looks at me? There’s something about him.." She closed her eyes, as the questions swirled around in her head. "But no. I’m not in love. I can’t be."

“Annie?” Pippa’s voice snapped her back to reality, and she felt a gentle tap on her arm. “Are you alright? You went quiet on me.”

Anastasia shook herself out of it. “Yes.. yes, I’m fine,” she said quickly, though she knew she didn’t sound convincing.

Pippa raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got that faraway look again. No wonder Matron’s always telling you off for daydreaming.”

“I can’t help it if my mind wanders sometimes,” Anastasia muttered with a sigh, crossing her arms. Her voice wavered with frustration and weariness, but there was also a flicker of self-doubt.

Pippa smiled gently, but she wasn’t letting it go. “Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to wander straight to him.” She leaned forward slightly, her tone more serious now. “There’s no harm in admitting you admire him, Annie. You’ve been through so much.. in context, both of you have. It’s not a crime to feel something like this.”

Pippa reached out, taking Anastasia’s hand in hers. “Feelings don’t wait for permission, love. They come whether we’re ready or not. Just be honest with yourself. Whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

Anastasia shook her head, though her voice softened. “Admire him? Maybe..” She admitted, her words careful. “But love? I don’t know. I don’t think I have room for feelings like that.. no, not now. Not with everything going on. People are dying, Pippa. They’re counting on us. I barely even have time to think, let alone.. to feel.”

Anastasia’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “Thank you..” she said softly. But even as Pippa’s words reassured her, a familiar face crept into her thoughts again—those piercing blue eyes, that calm, commanding voice.

And as the silence settled between them, Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying to herself after all.

[chriscdcase95]

Chapter twenty five is up: “A Dark Corner and a Moment of Desperation”.

Summary: Those who die in darkness, find new life in the darkness; this is the first thing Rachel Amber learned upon awakening, as something less human, or more depending on who you ask. She gained a new mother in something ancient and terrible and now must heed her call, but something from her old life is calling her back, and she finds herself in need of new friends to help her.

On the flip side, reports of supernatural happenings in Beaver Creek lead to an attack on the small community, leaving Daniel Diaz and Chris Eriksen stranded and hunted in the wilderness; and nothing is going to stop Sean Diaz from ensuring his brother's safety. Both Sean and Rachel find themselves part of the same centuries old conspiracy, that boils down to a game played by a malevolent goddess, the war with her son, and the many pawns within.

Now part of the “Fog of Worlds Saga”.

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We're picking up where we last left Rachel the previous chapter, with her on the warpath to find Jefferson at his hideout. Which is something I've been looking forward to writing, and what I bet a lot of you have as well. 

Originally this was going to be a more action oriented chapter...but there wasn't much action to dish out. On the upside, we character reunions I've been looking to get too. We also catch up on True Colors cast - I've been meaning to feature Ryan, Charlotte, Ethan, etc for a while.

We also see what the Vampyr cast have been up to (which I've been meaning to do so for a year now), as well as Vampire!Nathan (who I waited TWO years to catch up too).

I may take another hiatus after the next two chapters, which I plan to wrap up a lot of the current arcs with. At least, I intend to wrap the American Guard of Priwen storyline. Think of it like a "mid season finale".

Content Warning: While this chapter isn’t as action oriented as I intended, there’s still plenty of vampire and gun related violence and mild gore in the first segment. Counter Content Warning: 85% of the violence inflicted in this chapter is towards Mark Jefferson and the AGP Goons hired to protect him, so who gives a shit ?

Well also have more flashbacks to the night of Rachel’s death, so I guess we can include “Canon Character Death”.

[hysterialevi]

So my blog has been focusing on HoA and COD stuff for a while now, but I've been considering revisiting some of the Vampyr content I used to make.

Im not sure if anyone follows me for that game, but I ditched a Vampyr fanfic I was working on a couple years ago that I'd really like to get back to (Blood on the Looking Glass).

And when I say get back to, I don't mean continue. I mean start over - change the point of view, rewrite some of the characters, build the plot more, etc.

I just think Vampyr's an incredible game that I haven't shown nearly enough love on my blog, and I wanna see if anyone's interested before I get started.

Summary below if you want to know more (WARNING - Major spoilers ahead):

After turning the esteemed vampire-hunter Geoffrey McCullum into a leech himself, Jonathan Reid leaves the plagued ruins of London for the crowded streets of Paris where he can grow his power even more.

Meanwhile, McCullum - now half corpse and half man - is left to deal with a newfound thirst; one that, if exposed to his fellow hunters, would mean his demise.

Desperate for a way out of this ordeal, McCullum follows Reid into France - both in hopes of confronting his maker, and finally putting an end to the beast that slipped through his fingers one year ago.

[silurisanguine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vampyr (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geoffrey McCullum/Jonathan Reid, Geoffrey McCullum & Jonathan Reid Characters: Jonathan Reid, Geoffrey McCullum Additional Tags: The ship is only suggested here, expanded upon dialogue, Geoffrey was turned by Jonathan Summary:

An expanded upon take of when Jonathan went to Geoffrey McCullum to get the blood of King Arthur.

[kiivg]

."Are you even listening to me, McCullum?".

[kaseven7]

My little tribute to 'The Changing of the Guard', a Vampyr fanfic by Sweetbloodynocturne on AO3.

[ignis-need-that-bootyo]

Lol I am still looking...

In search of...

I need help here in finding a Vampyr fanfic lol. I would like read a Johnathan Reid x OC/reader fanfic. I can't find much, either they're not complete or mostly they are BL. I don't read BL.

[luke-sturniolo]

vampire matt.

[spookythesillyfella]

hey guys . heres my fair share of doodles from the magma i drew on with my big bro @chamom1le-t3a

[unknownbard]

Chapter 9 - The one where they get positively sloshed.

[beeandthescreen]

In Unholy Matrimony

E | Vampyr!Ellen x Thomas | Canon Divergence | 1/?

Ao3 | Ellen awakes and, she too, becomes an appetite of some sort. 

All ch. | 1 | 2

Thomas has perished.

He knows it. He feels it in his very soul. There has never been more of a certainty. 

Not a week has passed and the festering hole his love has left behind has ridden him of all meaning. In both waking and in slumber his horror does not cease. With every creak and groan of his century-old home, he startles. With every rise of the moon, he dare not blink. 

The first night, he had boarded up that room. His thumbs are still swollen from one too many nail heads missed. The last of his strength had been used to convince himself not to surrender the entire building to a torch. Such thoughts felt wrong, for this is Ellen’s home. Her drapes, her kitchenette, her sitting room. He would not touch anything. He would leave it as is, until she returned to him.

He sleeps wherever his feet take him. 

The good doctors have both managed to rid him of the demon’s corpse and procure a mausoleum for- for Ellen. He dresses her and does her hair as he’s always watched her do in the mornings, kisses her cold lips and walks away. He shoves his fist in his mouth to spare anyone from the scream stuck in his throat. He pleads to a God he is not sure is even there to care for her well, to bring her sweets and sing her to sleep; to dress her in powder blues and buy her anything she pleases. He pleads to God to take him swiftly, to lead his feet to the edge of a cliff and push.

“We will look after you, boy, soon. Keep the terror at bay- for there is a plague we must first rid ourselves of.” Professor Von Franz grips his shoulder tightly, and stares at him with such meaning, that he almost does as he is told. 

The two have yet to return, and Thomas is grateful for it. There is a comfort in knowing no one can cast an eye upon his carcass. 

In one of his rare moments of movement, Thomas finds the locket Ellen had gifted him placed upon an entry table, coated in a dark red crust. He boils water with the last of their wood and shines it so vigorously he scratches the glass. 

Now, it has found a permanent home in his breast pocket- close to his failing heart. 

Thomas tries, he truly does, to write to her father. 

He dislikes the man. He’s always questioned the validity of Ellen’s parentage. How is it a tree so rotted would produce the sweetest of fruit? Ellen hadn’t needed to tell him all- he had seen the fear in her eyes, the reluctance to speak of future visits. She’d rarely spoken of home, and would steer him away from any line of questioning that would lead to it. 

Thomas cannot even bring himself to find the parchment.

On the fifth day, Thomas begins to hallucinate. 

His body has picked a corner to rot in for the evening. He’s stuffed a decorative pillow behind him and readied himself for what was to come. His days are a haze of dreamless bouts of sweatied sleep, and his nights, painful and long. 

He does not expect the front door of his home to fly off its hinges and clatter into the hall. 

In the shower of splinters, Thomas scrambles to his feet, hands reaching for the crucifix hanging above the fireplace mantle. He feels oddly grateful for the intrusion- the adrenaline in his blood invigorating what was once deemed dead.

Dream or not, he holds the cross in front of him. A weapon, not a shield. The faint outline of a body haunts the threshold. Thomas is yelling, something horrid, he assumes. He feels hate for the creature in front of him, hate and hope. A hope for the end.

The creature, dark and small, enters.

Thomas is then suddenly aware of the fragility of the mind. How easy it must be to bend and fracture. He mourns for his sanity, he mourns for a simple world wherein wealth was the demon in his closet. 

The cross slips from his fingers, his back hits the wall, and Thomas is still.

“Thomas…” It whispers, somber. It wears her face, sullen and heaving. The flesh of her neck is an open wound, weeping dark sludge onto the ruins of the dress he had buried her in.  

Even in death, his wife is beautiful.

She is a beacon in the everlasting night. He pushes forward, entranced. His arm is stretched out, knowing it will touch nothing but air, yet trying anyway.

“Ellen, my Ellen.” Desperation grips him tight. He wants to feel her, keep her here, where she belongs. He stumbles forward, arms hovering over her, afraid to dissipate the mirage.

The ghost is pale, its eyes stricken with pain and confusion. It looks up at him with a shaking lip. 

Thomas will savor this torment. A gift, to see his love again, even in such a state. He will stare until his mind sees fit to take her from him once more. He is heaving, shaking, still hovering.

“I apologize.” She whispers, blackened tears welling up in her eyes. “You must have been worried.”

“Yes!” Thomas exhales, his hand suddenly gripping at his chest. “I have been so- so worried.” He drops to his knees, resolve waning. He clutches at her skirts, burying his face into her stomach. The specter is cold, and yet, the comfort it provides is a balm to his torture.

“Thomas- why are you- has my absence hurt you so- oh my Thomas.” Ellen falls as well, arms encircling him in a vice. “I am an errant woman, no good for you.” Her voice is a song, sweet and smooth. 

He begins to cry. “Do not say such things.” He chides, shaking his head. He wants to dig his fingers into her flesh and anchor her to him. 

“I beg of you, stay. Stay with me.” He has grown limp in her arms, whimpering, blubbering. He cares not if his neighbors would hear. Let them think him mad, for he surely is.

“Thomas, I would not leave you of my own will- it… is the fault of my maladies.” She pets his head, swaddling him in her love. She kisses his hair, swallowing the sudden ache at the back of her throat. “A sleep spell, is all. I have found my way home to you. Worry not, dearest.” 

Thomas is nodding, “Yes, how wonderful you are. Thank you, thank you.” He is waiting for her to disappear. Waiting for his head to thunk to the floorboards and to be alone once more. He readies himself, eyes squeezing shut.

His ghost, however, does not disappear. Their harried breathing devolves into a heavy silence. She cradles him for what feels like hours- and it might as well be- for the clock rings three times before Thomas begins to question what exactly is happening.

“My love?” His voice is raw and hesitant. Why does this psychosis persist? His head is pressed into her lap, his body limp. He squeezes the small of her back and is met with flesh under fabric, freezing, but real and whole.

“Are you hale, my sweet?” The ghost replies, sweeping the errant hairs from his temple. “Perhaps we should go to bed- do you not have to attend to Herr Knock in the morning?” She massages his shoulder, solid solid real.

Her eyes, I must look in to her eyes. Thomas is set ablaze, a sudden vigor in his blood. A question, one that he never thought to entertain, is presented in his mind. He cranes his neck, a slow twist that begets the sight of his Ellen, eyes darker than the night sky, staring back at him.

He swallows.

Thomas reaches for her, a single hand, his addled mind racing with a possibility. When he grazes the skin of her cheek, his Ellen closes her eyes, and welcomes his fingers with a pleased kiss.

Thomas sucks in a breath-

-and crushes her in an embrace. 

She smells of death, iron, and earth. He digs his face into the crook of her neck, careful not to agitate the open wound of her throat. How strange the world is, how ridiculous.

“Your arms soothe me. I would be most upset should you let go.” Her whisper tickles his ear. Thomas shivers. There is so much to be said, so much to ask. He feels this is real, he believes it is- and yet, doubt remains. 

If this is deceit, Thomas welcomes it wholly. 

“Then here we shall remain.” Thomas murmurs. The clock rings a fourth time, and it feels like armistice.

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Thomas: I miss my Shayla Ellen: Hi Thomas: oh my g od Nosferatu has fundamentally changed me as a human being. As a result, I will be obsessively making these two kiss-like barbie dolls. Next-up, a little more insight into what the fuck is going on. Everybody pray for Thomas, he needs it real bad. (Will be adding more tags as I go! Because what is pre-planning!)

[thegoatsongs]

Alexandre Dumas wrote the stage play Le Vampire aka The Return of Lord Ruthven the Vampire, a sequel to Polidori's The Vampyre.

In it, Lord Ruthven returns and confronts a female Ghoul called Zizika who raises the dead, and they become deadly rivals over human prey. Female vampires and a fairy are added into the fray.

So in 1851 Dumas wrote fanfic for The Vampyre and created several OCs for it.

Go create too!

[chriscdcase95]

Unlife is Strange chapter twenty four “April Showers”

This is yet another example of me having to split chapters due to how lengthy it was, but a lot was happening in these chapters and story that I felt it necessary. We pick up were the last left off, with Rachel discovering our favorite teacher is in “Protective Custody”.

 As a result of the split, this chapter ended up being a lot more action orientated than I intended it to be. Though most of it is just hyping up Rachel finally going after Jefferson and finding out he’s on the loose. 

This also ended up being pretty Lyla focused, as Rachel and Daniel pulled her into the fray in the previous chapter.

There was a lot more I wanted to include here, including; Sean attending a hearing after surviving North Bend; what Reid and Ashbury have been up do in their absence; catching up with Vampire!Nathan; a Steph and Chloe reunion; a visit to Haven Springs with Alex being pulled into the fray...and Jefferson being forced to face his vampiric grooming victim.

Also, with Double Exposure around the corner, you may be wondering if it will be included in this story/“verse” like True Colors was before it. We kinda get our answer in this chapter, but it’s pretty brief so I thought I’d share the excerpt that addresses it.

And finally, Content warning: This chapter includes vampire violence, gun violence and police brutality for all intents and purposes; including children being harmed. As well as nudity a brief sex scene between Sean and Cassidy - probably the second WLM smut I’ve written in my stories. 

This chapter and the next will also feature Mark Jefferson, and brief flashbacks of Rachel’s mortal death...and more violence.

Also, I have begun writing the first chapter of Screaming Until Dawn.

[mieczyslawn]

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[silurisanguine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vampyr (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Mary Reid & Venus Crossley Characters: Mary Reid, Venus Crossley, Jonathan Reid (mentioned) - Character, Clarence Crossley (mentioned) Additional Tags: Mary is out for vindictive fun, Venus is going to learn the truth about vampires the hard way, game typical violence, non con turning Summary:

Mary is distracted by seeing Jonathan's childhood friend spouting about vampires and decides to detour from her visit to her mother to drop by Venus.