makinglies | Vampire AU - Vatheon Verse

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johnny,
sola

Vampire AU - Vatheon Verse

[Marie ran her fingers through the hair of her new pet. The taste of his blood was still on her lips and she smiled as she wiped the bit of her own blood from his. The wound she'd opened in her wrist had long since closed and now she was just waiting for him to awaken.

It would be better this way. He could stay with her and Rayflo forever now and nothing would ever hurt him. He was so sweet. So kind. And now he was hers. Rayflo wouldn't mind. She knew he loved the boy as she did, he would understand and be happy. He would smile at her like he used to, that smile he saved just for her whenever he'd come back from a journey and she would run to greet him. He'd smile and call her his princess.

Now she could have her knight and her prince! A happy family that could live together.

Marie smiled a little wider and hummed a tune Rayflo used to hum to her when the nightmares came for her. No nightmare touched her now and there would be none for Sola either.]

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[At first the shove makes Sola angry. He's hungry, he needs to feed, he needs blood! He attempts to surge forward, to latch again to Marie's arm in a mindless surge but Johnny's strong arm keeps him at bay long enough to regain himself.

He wipes his mouth, eyebrows furrowing, knowing why Johnny is angry, feeling shame not for what he's become, but for being complacent in his transformation. He's not upset, not for himself. He feels strong and enduring and the background fear of someday having to die by old age or sickness is no longer present. No, he's upset for the look on Johnny's face, for the panic in his voice.]

I-I'm sorry... She...

[He'd been asleep. He barely remembers it, the sharp bite to his neck and the coppery taste on his tongue before he'd awoken. He'd had no choice, he knows, yet still his voice is soft and laced with shame.]

I didn't ask...

[He was angry and he couldn't direct it anywhere. It wasn't Sola's fault...but he could never be angry at Marie.

Johnny stepped back and turned away, a hand running through his hair. He didn't know what to do.

After a moment, he turned around again, glanced at Marie before kneeling next to Sola. He reached out to gently stroke Sola's cheek, fear and worry mixing in his eyes.]

If you're still hungry, then drink from me.

[This much made sense to him, at least.]

B-but I don't...

[Johnny had made such a big deal before about drinking from others that Sola is so hesitant to agree, but he can hear the blood pumping through Johnny's veins, he can smell it, and he can't help his eyes flicking to Johnny's wrist as his matesprit runs his hand down his cheek.

But no. No no. He can't. He doesn't want to hurt him, Johnny had said it hurt others do feed from them and the last thing Sola wants to do is hurt the person he loves.]

I'm not hungry anymore...

[The lie is painfully obvious.]

[His expression turns more serious, but his tone is still soft.]

Don't lie to me.

[He brought his wrist up to his mouth and sliced it open on one of his fangs, letting the blood run down his arm. He knew it was a little cruel, newborns were always hungry enough to drop more than one adult human, and the scent of fresh blood would sometimes drive them wild, depending on the individual, but he wasn't going to give Sola a choice.

He held his arm back out, perfectly content to let Sola drain him, if he needed to.]

Drink.

But I don't want... to hurt...

[The words die on his tongue as he watches, mesmerized, as the rivulet of blood tracks along Johnny's pale flesh and slowly colors his entire vision. There's nothing else in his world save the sound of a beating heart and the metallic scent.

His fangs sink in and Sola drinks long and deep, utterly unaware of his actions.]

[Johnny winced a bit, but moved to wrap his free arm around Sola and hold him close.

He didn't intend to stop Sola, even as he grew lightheaded and his vision blurred; if this was all he could do for his boyfriend, then he would do it completely.]

[The overpowering scent and taste is enough to force every other thought from the Hylian's head, his mind focused only on blessed sustenance and deep instinct of his new form. There is nothing else in this moment, just the strengthening liquid pouring down his throat to sate him.

With each swallow, however, that haze of bloodlust decreases, the newborn vampire comes back to himself and eventually wrenches his mouth away from Johnny's arm, horrified at what he's done. The weary look on his matesprit's face is enough to claw at his heart and plant a deep shame there. He wipes his mouth of excess blood, leaving a smear across his forearm.]

Johnny? Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I-I didn't...

[Johnny blinks as Sola pulls away and it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, but then he smiles and licks the wound closed.]

Don't apologize. I'm glad. Do you feel better?

Yeah, but... you look so tired. Why didn't you tell me to stop? Are you okay?

[His worry is nearly palpable as he carefully puts his arms around the taller vampire in a preemptive effort to keep him standing. He looks as if he's going to keel over.]

[He wraps an arm around Sola's shoulders, not really minding the support, though he tried not to use it too much.]

I'll be fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay; I know how hungry you were feeling. It's normal.

It is?

[Actually that's a relief. He's already a replica, it's not as if he needs more things wrong with him. He shakes his head to clear it, not the time! He's worried about Johnny, not himself.]

Come on, you should lay down.

[He maneuvers Johnny to the bed, shooting Marie a look to at the very least scoot over if not shoo altogether.

This is her fault.]

[Marie pouted, looking between Johnny and Sola. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Why were they ignoring her? Didn't they love her??

She stood and dashed out, figuring one of them would follow her.

...though, she wasn't going far. Just far enough that they should start acting correctly and come after her.]

Princess Marie-!

[Johnny tried to call after the retreating girl, but she didn't stop..and he didn't want to go after her and let Sola see him weak. He should have reacted better...somehow. She was only a little girl...and the state of her mind was his fault, which made sola's state his fault as well. A bit of weakness was the least he deserved.

He looked to Sola and shook his head.]

She's upset. How do you feel?

[He allowed Sola to lead him to sit on the bed, but he didn't lay back, eyes glued to Sola; concerned.]

Fine, now.

[He feels at a fang with his tongue, uncaring as to what happens to Marie for the moment. He's angry with her, so angry, because Johnny didn't want this and yet here Sola is, fangs and strength and heightened senses and he feels so guilty because he likes it. He's told Johnny for all the two and a half years they've been together that he doesn't see how being a Vampire is bad and from a first-hand view he still doesn't other than his worry that Johnny will reject him for it. He knows his matesprit hates what he is, even as Sola accepts it.

He shifts uncomfortably, looking at Johnny's arm where the bite is all but faded after the elder vampire's licked the wound shut.]

...did it hurt? Marie's bite didn't hurt me at all, but...

[He's drank a lot more than she did.]

Barely felt it.

[Johnny reached out for Sola's arm, tugging on it to pull him closer so the older vampire could hold Sola's hands, his eyes on the ground behind the shorter man.]

I'm sorry this happened

Don't be sorry! I'm fine, like I said.

[He curls his fingers around Johnny's longer ones.]

I'm not even that angry, not really. I just thought because you'd get so upset if I ever brought it up... but I feel better, stronger than even when Zelda fixed me.

[He catches himself smiling and looks down, ashamed at the knowledge that Johnny believes this to be terrible while he does not.]

Are you mad?

[Was he mad? He couldn't really say no...but he couldn't change anything either.]

Not at you.

[What was done was done, now he had to try and do his best to help Sola...even if his boyfriend didn't hate his fate as much as Johnny did, he could still try and help.]

Don't drink from anyone but me, okay? If you drink from a person you'll never be able to see the sun again...and that might not seem like much now, but you'll miss it.

[His grip tightened a little and he looked up to red eyes.]

No matter how often it is, tell me when you're hungry, okay? Don't try and push your limits out of some desire to not feed.

...I'll take care of you.

I'm not going to feed off you whenever I'm hungry! Look, you can't even really stand up and you're white as a ghost and that's my fault even if you said it doesn't hurt.

[Sola paces to the wall from the bed, running a hand back through his hair and dislodging his hat. It comes away in his hands and he looks turns it over, feeling the texture on his fingers and every weave made out in sharp detail to his enhanced vision.]

I don't mean I won't eat at all, I just mean I'm not going to hurt you. I don't want to. I hate it so I won't.

[He looks at the wall for a moment, then back at Johnny. There's a straightness to his posture that hadn't been there before, an upright confidence that seems to have come with this change. He no longer feels the layman, walking in Johnny's shadow but not comprehending his experience. Now he has an idea, a knowledge, and he is beginning to understand.]

Promise me you'll tell me when to stop. I want you to teach me how to be like this, so I don't hurt anyone, especially you. Will you..?

[Johnny is silent a long time. He didn't want to 'teach' Sola, he wanted to roll back the clock and stop this from ever happening; he never ever wanted this for anyone he loved ever again.

They always hated him afterward...at least when he did it. And he didn't want Sola to be miserable because of this glorified blood disease. Granted, he wasn't so blind he couldn't see Sola's new demeanor or change in presence, it was obvious when the vampire's attention was almost always on the younger man whenever he was around. But...how long would it last? He was confident and proud once too...

But, the fact remained that he couldn't change it, no matter how much he wished to, and living in denial would only hurt Sola more than help him. Look at Marie, the entire cause for this. Johnny had been young when he'd turned her, he could hardly know what his own limits were, much less teach her hers, and look what had happened: whole villages slaughtered in the course of a few hours. He wouldn't do such a disservice to someone he loved so dearly.

Golden eyes stared, dully, at the ground...but, finally, he nodded.]

Yeah...yeah, I'll teach you.

[Sola is quiet for a long time after that answer. The way Johnny gave it, that hopeless dullness, all the light gone from his eyes. He feels stronger, more confident, less scared and less in a hurry, yes, but he hadn't thought of how Johnny must feel, or that the vampire may not understand what this means to Sola now that it's happened.

He sits on the bed next to his matesprit, raising a hand to his cheek.]

Please don't be sad. I know you don't want this, that you're mad, but...

[He's struggles with the words, trying to find a way to explain.]

I was going to die. Not soon, but... someday, I was going to just whither away and be gone and it scared me. More than the thought of dying in a fight or something, dying from old age is so scary because there's nothing you can do, but now I won't. I don't feel like I have to hurry and do everything all at once, and...

[He smiles, that special smile just for Johnny.]

And I don't have to leave you, or get old and wrinkly while you stay the same. I think that would be hard.

[He had a point. It was hard to admit, but Sola was right. With him this way...Johnny wouldn't have to watch another person he loved grow old an wither away. Sola would be stronger, too, and the older vampire wouldn't have to worry about him as much anymore, not with his only way of dying being the Bible or losing his head.

But those had been his hopes with Marie as well...

Without a word, Johnny wrapped his arms around the slighter shoulders, tightly, burying his face in the space between shoulder and neck.]

...I know. You're stronger now...and I'm glad for that. [His voice got quieter, barely audible.] Just...please don't come to hate me.

[He sighs and pulls away to move so their faces were on the same level. Gently, he pressed his lips to Sola's, a hand running from the younger man's cheek to his shoulder.]

I'm sorry, I'm being scared and selfish...you'll be alright.

[He had to be.]

I could never hate you.

[His voice is just as low, far gentler than usual. Sola leans up and steals another kiss, finding the soft pressure feels different somehow with all his senses constantly at attention. He captures Johnny's lower lip lightly between his, giving a tender, explorative suck. He even tastes different, more rich, with a hint of smoke even though the man had stopped smoking cigarettes ages ago. It's familiar and foreign at the same time and Sola loses himself in the sensation, barely aware that he moves to straddle Johnny's lap in an effort to be closer, heart thumping wildly.]

[It's still Sola, the taste of him, at it's core, is the same. However, there is an edge to it, a change that speaks of the change in species his matesprit had undergone and the nostalgic familiarity of it mixed with what he was already used to was intoxicating.

As the younger vampire moved to straddle him, Johnny wrapped his arms around Sola's back. He pulled away from the kiss, but swiftly returned, pressing their lips together harder, more needy, before a forked tongue darted out exploratively, hoping for entrance.

[Sola takes in a sharp breath as Johnny darts in again, parting his lips to allow that forked tongue free reign over teeth and newly formed fangs. His own tongue greets it, twining and tasting as Sola's fingers fist in the fabric of his matesprit's shirt. This is fast and heady and he can't stop himself, nor does he want to, pressing himself bodily against Johnny and trembling a little in the older vampire's arms.

Ruby eyes drift shut as he tilts his head just a little, affording Johnny more access and submitting to him utterly, needing that reassurance that he's still accepted even when he's become something so different, something so stigmatic to one he loves so dear.]

[Johnny let one of his hands slide up to white hair and make a home on the back of sola's head. He let the kiss last a little longer before he broke it and kissed along sola's jaw, moving up to run the tip of his tongue lightly along the edge of one pointed ear. He was fully aware of how sensitive sola's ears were and that just made them even more tempting of a target.

However, the brush of tongue to skin was all he gave before moving his lips to the new vampire's neck.]

[The trace of Johnny's forked tongue along the curve of his ear elicits a uncontrolled moan, Sola swallowing hard after and flushing brightly. He tips his head aside without being asked as Johnny moves his lips from ear to neck, shifting anxiously in his lover's lap. It's not fear but arousal that fuels his movements, the knowledge that even though Johnny may have misgivings about Sola's transformation, he is still accepting of him just the same, even as a vampire.]

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