can i get a human whumpee stumbling into an abandoned house when theyâre seeking shelter from a thunderstorm. except it turns out this place is home to a vampire who doesnât like intruders. please make it very hurt/comfort and maybe the vampire feels bad for the human in the end. thanks!
Hey, sorry for the wait! I've been real sick so working the drive-thru's been tough. Hope this tastes good!
-Laz, formerly known as Dmitri
Startled awake by a resounding thud from the floor below, the monster rose from their coffin. It was not the first time someone had come to slay them, and they knew it would not be the last. They would come in packs sometimes, with crossbows and crude wooden stakes, and cross pendants hung about their necks. Men and women, strong or scrawny, all ready to take a shot at the horrid vampire in the old house on the hill.
Rain slammed down against the roof above, the low growl of thunder reminding the vampire of their own growing hunger. Yawning, they brushed their fingers through their hair and took a deep sigh as they prepared for the confrontation. Fangs sheathed behind drawn lips, claws curled at their sides, they began the careful descent down the rotting stairs. The stench of old wood and dust did not bother them anymore, as it had done when they first moved in. One does get used to dwelling in squalor when there is nowhere else to go.
The vampire stepped into the foyer, silent and cautious, to see a young man slumped against the dresser by the door. He was breathing heavily, clothes and hair soaked from the rain, shivering. The vampire kept to the shadows, observing, and noticed something rather curious. This human carried no weapons, no cloves of garlic, no silver crosses, or holy texts. He was not here to hunt. He sat still for some time, the vampire watching as his chest heaved and his shoulder shook as his body was wracked with shivers.
The poor thingâs going to freeze to death, the vampire mused, aware of their terribly insulated home, before catching themselves; poor thing? Since when do I pity humans? They pushed those thoughts aside and considered for a moment what to do with this human â the vampire usually only drank from those who came to harm them, though, to be fair, this was the first time that hadnât been the case. Regardless, the human had to go. His reaction to the vampireâs next move would determine how.
As swift and dark as a swooping raven, the vampire emerged from the shadows and knelt before the human, cold hands grabbing his throat and sharp claws pointing up under his chin. He froze instantly â as much as one could when shivering madly â and stared straight into the creatureâs eyes, his own eyes widened in shock.
âThis is my home,â the vampire said quietly, voice steady and low. âYou are trespassing.â There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the humanâs tense breaths and the rhythmic thrumming of the rain outside.
âC-Clearly,â the human answered, swallowing thickly. âYou, uh- you have a l-lovely home.â At this, the vampire raised their eyebrows.
âFlattery is more effective when you mean it,â they said dryly, pressing their claws in a little deeper. A drop of blood oozed out of the small wound and ran tantalisingly down the vampireâs finger. Strangely, the humanâs features shifted; he set his jaw and looked straight into the vampireâs eyes, looking oddly determined.
âIâm w-worthless to my family now,â he said, âMight as well be useful to someone. Go on, suck me dry. Make my death mean s-something.â At that, the vampire seemed to choke on air and go very still, before slowly drawing their hands away. The two stared at each other for a moment, in which the human looked simultaneously offended and confused.
âWhy would you-â he started, falling silent as the vampireâs hands curled around his wrists, slowly drawing them up so he was applying pressure to his wounds. They held them there for a moment before pulling away, standing up with a heavy sigh.
âI ate yesterday,â they lied. Truthfully, they werenât entirely sure what to do with this clearly troubled human thatâd stumbled into their abode. Killing him would probably be smart, but they werenât all that fond of striking unprovoked.
âSo what- what do I do? Just s-sit here and freez-â the human was interrupted by another fit of harsh coughing, doubling over and pressing a hand to his chest. The vampire looked at him, curled up and lost and bitter, and was jarringly reminded of something theyâd been trying to forget.
âPlease, just let me out! I-I promise, I wonât hurt anyone! Iâm so cold, pleaseâŚâ
âThat creature in there is not our child, dear. Donât listen. Itâs just trying to get in your head.â
The vampire bit their lip, hissing as their fangs pierced the skin. They still had moments like that, getting lost in memories or concentration and resorting to old human habits. Taking a deep breath, they steadied themselves and faced the human again.
âDonât be dramatic,â they said sternly, âYou arenât going to die here, and Iâm not going to kill you. Come.â He stood and cautiously followed them into the room at the end of the hall, still holding his hands over the small wounds under his chin. The vampire ushered him to a plush chair and aimed to push him down gently, wincing as they remembered their own strength. The human sat heavily with a little âoofâ, watching as the vampire crossed the room and returned with an old cotton blanket. They shook it out before draping it over his shoulders, then stepping away as if they were afraid of any further contact.
âThank you?â The human said, though it came out like a question. He wasnât sure why this being clearly capable of killing him had decided to spare him, but he wasnât going to protest. He had meant what heâd said before, about being willing to die, but it was at least a small relief to be breathing still.
âIâm sure youâre⌠not quite as worthless as you think,â the vampire responded with a light sigh. âFamily has a habit of turning on you the moment you become different. Do not take it so personally.â
âYouâve been hurt too, huh?â The human asked, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. When he looked up, the vampire was gone. He sat for a moment, wondering if heâd offended them, when they strolled casually back into the room with small pieces of gauze in their hands. They knelt before the human, but this time as a healer instead of an assailant, carefully pressing the gauze between the humanâs hands and the wounds.
âYou could say that,â they finally answered, raising their piercing ruby eyes to the humanâs for just a moment. Then they were gone again, stepping back deftly. They regarded him with apprehension before speaking quietly. âThereâs a little wood left in the fireplace. Stay until the storm passes.â They vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the human alone in the musty sitting room. Still, he was warm and oddly comforted, and decided perhaps heâd visit next time he was out hunting â he imagined the vampire would enjoy some rare meat in return for their odd hospitality.
As it turns out, they did.
