Scriddler
I doubt this will blow up but this is my first piece of fan fiction ever, please be kind. This was initially an assignment for my class but my friend suggested I post it. Jonathan is a vampire in this and Edward seeks to become one with him.
Inside of the asylum, Jonathan shakes his umbrella to get some of the rain off of it. He sighs and lifts his head up, glaring over his glasses as he watches nurses and fellow doctors walk around, talking to each other. He walks up to the front desk and sighs as he signs in.
“Mornin’, Grace.” His voice comes out deep and southern, making the receptionist blush and stammer.
“Good morning, Dr. Crane, got a lot of work to do today?”
“Just your regular run’ a the mill.” He says gruffly.
Grace laughs. Nothing was funny about it. “I’m sure you’ll make it interesting, you always do.”
“Uh huh…” He mutters before walking past security, heading straight towards his office. He had many patients to see today but only one in particular made him antsy to see.
Edward Nygma.
Once he settles down in his office, his personal assistant calls through the rotary.
“Mr. Nygma is ready for his 8:30.”
He presses down on the button. “Right, send him in.”
Edward walks into his office in his orange jumpsuit and sits down on Jonathan’s desk. “I was thinking today we could talk about how one becomes a–” He takes a look around before leaning in close to Jonathan. “– Vampire.” He whispers.
Jonathan stares at him with a blank expression. “Have a seat on somethin’ that isn’t my desk, Edward.”
Edward stares at him for a few moments. “Fine.” He hops off his desk and sits in his designated chair. “Better? Now, can we talk?”
“... Fine. We may talk. You said you wanted to know how one becomes a vampire?”
“Yes.”
“You have to be on the brink of death.”
Edward stays silent for a moment. “Hmph. I have no intention of dying anytime soon.”
“Well how fortunate for you.”
“Fortunate? You call that fortunate? Here I am, human and nothing, knowing that I can become more, get smarter, be with!-” He immediately cuts himself off, leaving Jonathan puzzled.
“... This life ain’t as glamorous as you are paintin’ it out to be, Edward. It’s tough, lonely, depressing–”
“Because you have no one! If I were to be one, you’d at least have me!” Edward yells, now out of his seat. The room stays quiet for a moment, the air charged.
Jonathan sighs and takes his glasses off, rubbing his temple before pressing a button on the rotary. “Send Bolton to pick up Mr. Nygma for me.”
Edward scowls a little. “This conversation isn’t over, Jonathan.”
“No. I’d imagine it’s not.”
Once Edward leaves, Jonathan sits in silence for nearly thirty minutes as he talks to himself in his head. What he wants and what Edward wants isn’t okay. It isn’t right. He is his doctor. His doctor. He sighs and pushes the thoughts to the back of his head, going through the rest of the day as if nothing happened.
The next day around lunch time, a fight had broken out in the cafeteria. Normally, Jonathan would not care for such things but one of the partakers in the fight happened to be Edward. Jonathan was now running from his office to the cafeteria, hoping to get to Edward in time. In the distance, he saw Edward on a gurney, covered in blood and bruises with a tube in his mouth to keep him breathing.
“What happened?!” Jonathan looks at the EMT almost deliriously.
“Mr. Nygma got into a fight with one of the other inmates. Apparently, he pissed off one of the bigger guys and got a well deserved ass whooping.”
“Well deserved? You call this well deserved?!” He points to Edward. “No. No, I'll take it from here.”
“Dr. Crane, you are in no position to-”
Jonathan glares at the EMT, his voice deeper and more sinister. “I said I will take it from here.”
The EMT looks at him with fear in his eyes. “Uhh sure, Doc, whatever you say.” He hands Edward off to Jonathan, watching as Jonathan wheels him away back to his office.
Jonathan closes his obnoxious squeaking door quickly and locks it, turning to look at Edward in his unconscious state. “Oh god… what am I gonna do? I- I can’t just…” He walks over to him and slowly runs his knuckles down Edward’s battered cheek. “Well Edward, today looks like your lucky day.” He quickly remembers the conversation he shared with him yesterday, his eyebrows furrowing immediately. “Oh don’t tell me you did this on purpose.. Don’t..-” He groans and rips the tube out of Edward’s mouth before taking his own wrist, baring his fangs out and slicing his wrist open before shoving it into Edward’s mouth. “Come on… drink it..”
In his unconscious state, Edward drinks from Jonathan’s wrist and slowly wakes up. He immediately grips onto Jonathan’s arm and hand, drinking from his wrist feverishly as he opens his lazy eyes, seeing Jonathan already staring into his.
“Alright… that’s enough..” Jonathan whispers but only sees Edward tighten his hold on him, drinking more. “I said that’s enough!” He rips his arm away, breathing heavily as his wrist quickly heals up.
Edward falls back against the gurney, his breathing wheezy as the bright lights on the ceiling blur more.
Jonathan slumps against his desk and watches him. “I hope you’re satisfied. Got what you wanted..”
Edward shakily looks at him. “H- How.. long?” He whispers.
Jonathan stays silent for a moment. “Minutes. You should be feelin’ tired soon.”
Edward nods and closes his eyes. “Yes… I am very tired.” He whispers before slowly falling asleep.
Jonathan watches him closely, counting down the minutes and gently holding Edward’s arm. He notices the bruises along his body slowly healing and going away, his warm body turning cold, his breathing evening out…
“Edward?” He whispers.
The room stays quiet for a couple moments before Edward’s eyes open, his irises crimson red.
