[Audio Script] Little Fangs [M4A] [F4A] [A4A] [Strangers to Family][I mean, it’s kinda like adoption] [ Personal Attention] [Child-Listener] [Death (for a short bit)] [Blood Drinking] [Slight Gore][Wholesome]
Storyline:
Welcome to the foggy streets of Victorian England, we have plagues, the industrial revolution is going full steam and how can it be good old London without vampires! Which you happen to be~ But it's a lonely life you know, a few years back you lost the only mortal you ever loved, so many plans for a new life dashed away like a glass on the floor. A friend of yours decided to drag your depressed butt out of your manor and into the nightlife to get drunk! On blood of course, and so, they take you to the local hospital. But while your friend goes on snacking, you hang back in a small ward that is filled with nothing but death. It's there you meet a dying child, their fever causing such a delusion that the poor thing thinks you are an angel there to take them away. Maybe you’ll be their angel of death…or maybe you are something else.
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[In the foggy streets of London, the night is quiet as two pairs of footsteps echo on the cobblestones]
Onna/Oris: [Deep sigh] I don't know…It doesn't feel right. Are you sure the Order of the Golden Moon hasn't caught on to this little feast of yours?
Vamp. Friend: Come now! Those hunters are too busy with that ghoul outbreak to worry about some patients at a hospital looking slightly paler than usual.  Besides, It's been like…what? Thousands of years since you were turned?
Onna/Oris: 1044 years, if I must be precise.
Vamp. Friend: Exactly, and you haven't gotten drunk since!
Onna/Oris: [Sounding a little more cheerful] Need I remind you I grew up in a village of Vikings… I've had enough mead to last me this cursed lifetime and then some.
Vamp. Friend: And need I remind you, rotten honey is not the same as glorious ale…, and it's nothing like the feeling of drugged blood in your stomach!
Onna/Oris: [Trying to sound excited, but their heart just isn't in it]  If you say so…
[Silent for a moment as the two near the hospital]
Vamp. Friend: [Trying to make themselves sound sympathetic, as they care for Onna/Oris] I was getting worried about you, Onna/Oris. It's…uh… it's been a decade you know…since…since they passed.
Onna/Oris: [Sounds as if they have been telling themselves that every single day] Ten years, three months, and a day…
Vamp. Friend: And you just stayed inside your manor, all that time. Your servants told me just kept feasting on little rodents and sleeping in their crypt most days and by night you just stayed in the manor's attic …it wasn't healthy! Us vampires, we move one! That's what we do best!
Onna/Oris : But how can I move on, after…after all the dreams we had!? [Seems to be happy for a split second while remembering] We were going to start a family…and I saw it all, little feet running through the hallways, readings stories before they slept [Back to sad thoughts] Now the hallways are empty…and quiet…and there's nothing but a broken crib in a half-painted room to remember any of them by…
Vamp. Friend: Onna/Oris…you…you can still start a family, you still deserve to be happy even if they are gone. You wouldn't be doing anything wrong… [Starts to sound a little nervous] I'm… I'm sorry, this was an awful idea. You haven't had human blood in years and…and I shouldn't have said- [cut themselves off] if you wish to go home, I won't stop you.
Onna/Oris: [Doesn't want to upset their friend] Oh no, no! I'm grateful for the invitation, honestly! It's been a while since we've had a good hunt together.
Vamp. Friend: [Sounding relieved that Onna/Oris is not upset, and happily moves on] Oh, I wouldn't call it a hunt, more like a buffet if I'm being honest. But you'll love it either way!
[The footsteps stop as the two arrive at the hospital]
Vamp. Friend: [Voice a little darker, and hungry] Speaking of which, here we are. I'll see you inside; bon appetit my friend~
[The friend seems to dart and climb up the hospital wall, disappearing into an open window]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] Well, let's see…That window seems to be slightly open, could be an excellent place to start.
[Onna/Oris climb up the hospital wall, and opens a window to a cold, and dark room]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves, holding back from having to throw up] That stench! Rot…and decay? What kind of room is this? Surely it's not the morgue…no…no there are beds here, but the bodies in them…they are so small…are these children?
[Footsteps slowly walking on the old wooden floors. Onna/Oris bends down to check the pulse of a figure on one of the beds]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] Dead… you poor thing. I don't drink living children's blood at the best of times, but to drink dead blood? [Disgusted at the thought] No. It is bitter and thick…and so… [growling slightly] vile. Hum, this room has nothing for me, it's best I move on-
[A small cough and voice from the Listener catches Onna/Oris's attention, who stumbles back in surprise]
Onna/Oris: [ Surprised and a little awkward] A-ah! Good, good evening, little one; I didn't mean to wake you…I uhm, I was only-
[Listener cuts in and says they know who they are]
Onna/Oris: [Nerves] Y-you know who I am? Little one…please, don't be frightened of me, I-
[Listener cuts in and says that Onna/Oris is an angel]
Onna/Oris: [Confused] A-an angel?
[Onna/Oris walks over to the Listener, then sits at the foot of their bed]
Onna/Oris: You think I am an angel? Â Why- [The Listener tries to sit up] Oh no! Please, little one, please do not strain yourself, lay back down, ple-
[The Listener is taken with a coughing fit]
Onna/Oris: [Concerned] Ah! Please, lay down, lay down! Th-that's it, nice and slow…I wish I had some water I could offer…maybe, maybe I could go find some for you-
[Listener says no, they are frightened]
Onna/Oris : You…you don't want me to leave?
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] They look so frightened…and the blood coming from their mouth…it smells so rotten. [Sad tone] Please…I can't go through this again. I'm sorry child, but please, don't make me stay! I-I need to leave…
[ Listener says something, reaching out and grabbing onto Onna/Ori's sleeve]
Onna/Oris: Ah!...you?…why are you holding my sleeve?
Onna/Oris: You wanted to make sure I was real? [Soft chuckle ] Y-yes, I am real, see, you can feel my hand on yours, can't you?
Onna/Oris: Why am I so cold you ask? Well, I'm… I'm an angel like you said, and where I'm from it is very cold because we are so high up! But you don't feel cold, you know!
Onna/Oris: Why? because we….uhm…we wear very big and warm coats with scarves…
Onna/Oris: Yes, like the one I'm wearing right now.
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] They look so at ease now…
Onna/Oris: [Short pause, before sounding more confident] Do you still wish for me to stay? I'll stay here with you if you promise to stay in bed.
[Sound soft-spoken and gentle, fabric sound effects as covers are being pulled up]
Onna/Oris: Let me wipe some of that blood from your mouth, and get you tucked back in…oh, these blankets are very thin. [Thinking for a moment before removing their Scarf] I'm going to wrap my scarf around you, okay? No no, it's alright! ...
[Onna/Oris wraps the Listener up in their scarf]
Onna/Oris: Oh! Â [Soft chuckle] it's a little big on you, I can barely see your face! Where did you go~?
Onna/Oris: There you are!
[Fabric sound, and the Listener giggles]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] You poor little thing, your heartbeat is so fragile. You are too young to understand what is happening to you, and yet you seem so content to quietly go into the night, it's… it's not fair
[Onna/Oris begins to brush Listener's hair]
Onna/Oris: You are very brave you know, and so very strong…I know you don't feel like that but you are. There is a great pain within you, but you have taken it with such soundness, and for so long you have held on and I am…I am proud of you.
Onna/Oris: [Reassuring] I know, I know you are scared, but I'm not going anywhere, I'm an angel after all, and that's our job…to watch over people.
Onna/Oris: You don't feel cold anymore? [Sympathetic] Se-see, it's that scarf of mine, I told you it keeps us nice and warm up there.
Onna/Oris: Of course, you can keep it, you are going to need it once I take you where the other angels are.
[Listener speaks, saying they "knew it"]
Onna/Oris: You…knew it? You know what?
Onna/Oris: That I was here to take you to [Pause slightly] heaven… [Trying to stay cheerful] You are a clever little thing, I wanted it to be a surprise but I guess… I'm not very good at that.
[Listener speaks, saying they can't wait but, are just so tired]
Onna/Oris: [Gently] It's okay, I know you are tired, you can take a little nap before we go. I'll wake you up when it's time, I won't leave without you, I promise… that's it, it's okay to close your eyes, just sleep.
[Listener slowly falls asleep, but Onna/Oris can hear their dying heart beat]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] I can't stand their heartbeat…the Sound it just…it hurts, it hurts to listen to. [Getting slightly angry] This isn't fair…why would they just leave this child here to die…The city trades their lives as if they are lambs in the market, forcing them to work in the factories till their bodies become so broken. With life so miserable, a good peaceful death would be well enough fair, but they aren't even allowed that!
Onna/Oris: [To themselves, as an idea starts to form in their mind] Don't they deserve a second chance…yes, yes they do! I'm sorry little one, but this will hurt for just a moment. I'm just going to take your wrist and-by the Dark Mother, you are like ice, but…your blood still flows. Just a little bite-
[Onna/Oris bites into Listener's wrist, which causes them to wake up slightly, and they start to struggle for a moment]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves, as they drink the blood] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop struggling…they are too weak to even cry out for help… I'm so sorry…
[Onna/Oris gasped and let's go, spitting out the bitter blood]
Onna/Oris: [Disgusted] Rotting blood! Awful…vile [Noticed that the Listener's heartbeat has stopped] Little one? Can?-…no…no you can't hear me, your heart has stopped. There isn't much time-
[Onna/Oris stops themselves]
Onna/Oris : Wait…they are free from their pain now…free from this world. If I bring them back…what will the high council think? Creating fledglings is forbidden without their permission..and I-... [Demertimed] No, to hell with the council. [Bites their own wrist, and grunts in pain then offers their blood to the Listener. Whispering softly] As we drank from the Elder Father's wrist, and granting us life beneath her shadows embrace. So may you drink from my wrist and be blessed by the Dark Mother…
[Pause, as Onna/Oris try to see if the Listener is "alive"]
Onna/Oris : Little one?...are you… [Waits for a heartbeat, they sound heartbroken when there is none] I-I waited too long… you're gone. I am sorry…so, so sorry.
[Onna/Oris stands up after laying  the Listener back down, fabric sounds]
Onna/Oris: [Taking deep breaths, trying not to cry] There you are, tucked back into bed, nice and warm. [Weak chuckle] I-I almost envy you…sleep well.
[Onna/Oris leaves the wing through the door. If any, the ambient sounds fade out for a short while to indicate time passing. Then they fade in as Onna/Oris is walking slowly through the hospital's hallway]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] As much as I would rather not stay here another second, I would be such a horrible friend if I leave without telling him/her/them…if I can find him/her/them that is…It feels like I've been searching this place for hours! Probably would go by faster if I didn't have to hide every time of nurse or doctor-
[There is a blood-curdling scream that stops Onna/Oris in their tracks, then they start to run towards the Sound]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] W-what? No!...no, tha-that couldn't be because of him/her/them! he/she/they would never be that careless when trying to feed in a place like this!
[Onna/Oris slow down as they approach what sounds to be a vampire trying to drink blood from one of the nurses]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] I can smell the blood…there is just so much, like something out of a frenzy…It should be coming from around this coroner-Uh?
[Onna/Oris noticed something on the floor]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] That's my scarf…why is it on the floor? How…did it…
[Onna/Oris rounds the corner and stops at the sight of a small figure trying to drink blood from a nurse]
Onna/Oris: [Shocked] The…child…they…you, [Slowly becoming happy] You have returned! It worked! Praise the Dark Mother it worked! Come here you beautiful little raven!
[The newly turned Listener stops feasting on hisses at Onna/Oris]
Onna/Oris: [Taken aback by that] Are you frightened of me? It's alright, it's alright, here, I'm going to crouch down… I'm not here to hurt you. Do you not remember me? I was the angel,
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] Something is wrong, their eyes look off…is this supposed to happen to fledglings? [Getting lost in thought] Well, I never made a fledgling before…in fact, I don't think I know any vampire that has made one in recent time [Cuts themselves off] are they running towards me?
[ Listener runs towards Onna/Oris]
Onna/Oris: [Slight relieved] Don't scare me like that child! I thought for a moment you didn't know who I was- [Listener bites Onna/Oris, who yelled out in pain] AHH!
Onna/Oris: [To themselves, in pain and confusion] They are biting me! Wh-what do I do?! It's not like I'm going to punch a child! Damn it Onna/Oris, why do you never think things through! [Trying to calm down] Okay, okay .... Deep breath and calm down…attacking won't do any good, nor would yelling. They are confused and frightened…like…like you were when you were turned. Just show them that you are someone they can trust.
[ Listener seems to stop]
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] They are stopping, and they seem to be relaxing as well, this is good, this is very good. Oh, they look so tired…I don't blame them.
Onna/Oris: [Winces in pain] Despite your fangs not coming in yet, your bite is very strong for such a little fledgling [Chuckles in good spirits] But I'll take that as a good sign, [Gently spoken] Can you understand me? Do you know who I am?
Onna/Oris: [Relieved and excited] Y-yes, angel…well, not quite. My name is Onna/Oris, I'm…well, there is a lot I need to explain but right now we don't have time. Here-
Onna/Oris : Yes, it's your scarf, remember it's going to keep you warm. I'm going to lift you up now, wrap your arms around my neck, and hold on tight okay?... Good, ready, 1,2,3, and up!
[Onna/Oris stands up, Listener speaks]
Onna/Oris : Hum? Oh, the nurse… don't worry, she'll be okay
Onna/Oris: [To themselves] But we won't be if they find us with her…
[Hurried footsteps as Onna/Oris rush from the hospital, Listener speaks]
Onna/Oris : Yes my little one, we are going home.
[They go through a door or window, and out into the foggy London dawn]
