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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'm so excited about this. This story has really grown in my mind and I have PLANS! You'll have to bear with me, though. Since it's been so long since I wrote the last piece there are a lot of differences. There are not goblins or werewolves in this world. Anyways! I hope you enjoy!
Content: Vampire whumpee, human caretaker, body horror, temporary blindness, grief, hospital whump (specifically the noise and isolation), overstimulation, panic attacks
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Officer Muir sat in his car, watching the cars pass by and checking their speeds as they went. It was always amusing to watch people slow down drastically when they spotted him, but he let them go by. He was quite content to sit and think.
He heard his radio crackle to life and a voice came over the radio.
"Distressed vampire on highway 60 between exit 820 and 821. A human male is keeping the vampire company currently. Ambulance dispatched. Are there any officers in the area that can evaluate the situation?"
Officer Muir picked up the radio and said, "Officer Muir here. I'm two exits down. I'll be there in a moment."
He put the radio down and turned on the lights and sirens. Vampire in distress really wasn't much to go off of. If there was a human there, it could be trouble. Vampires were usually very hostile when stressed out and could turn on the man easily.
Officer Muir sped past the cars that pulled aside for him and soon spotted a large mower and a man crouching in the grass over something. Officer Muir pulled up and got out of his car, looking over the situation. The grass hid what the man was looking at, but he got up, phone pressed to his ear as he talked with the emergency operator on the other side.
"Oh, an officer is here," the older man said. He was obviously human as his wrinkles and dull graying hair proved, which meant the vampire was laying under the coat that Officer Muir could now see through the grass.
"I almost ran 'im over with my mower," the man said. "I spotted ‘im just in time. I let ‘im drink from me. He's in bad shape."
"Gotcha. What's your name?"
"Lloyd Montgomary," he said as Officer approached the coat, noting the twitching movement underneath.
"Alright, Mr. Montgomary. Thank you," Officer Muir said. He crouched by the vampire and could hear the man's whimpers and whines over the sound of traffic.
"Yeah. He's a Moderna vampire. Wasn’t burning in the sun."
Officer Muir nodded and lifted the coat to get a better look.
The vampire was curled in on himself, but Officer Muir could tell he was missing limbs. Not in a torn off way, but in a growing them back sort of way.
"Hey, man, can you hear me?" Officer Muir asked, and the vampire turned his face to him.
Officer Muir recoiled from what he saw. The vampire was growing back much messier than most vampires he'd met. His sightless eye sockets stared out emptily and he still needed to regrow the skin on half of his face.
Office Muir collected himself quickly enough, putting a hand on the vampire’s back through the coat.
“Hey, man. I’m Officer Muir. There’s an ambulance on the way for you, okay?”
“Okay,” the vampire said breathlessly. He flinched and whined, long and drawn out. “It hurts,” he whimpered.
“I know, man. Hang in there. He’ll get you to the hospital and they’ll give you painkillers while you grow out the rest of the way, okay?”
The vampire nodded.
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Montgomery said anxiously as the sound of sirens became audible in the distance. “Was I not supposed to feed ‘im, I-”
“It’s fine.” Officer Muir soothed. “He’s going to be okay and what you did was very kind.”
Officer Muir turned back to the vampire and asked, “Hey, what’s your name?”
“J-Joseph.” The vampire looked faintly like he was going to be sick for a moment before he asked, “What year is it?”
Warning bells went off in Officer Muir’s head. “Were you held captive?”
“They, they put me in a box,” Joseph managed. A dry sob wracked through his body, making him spasm in pain.
“Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay,” Officer Muir said. “I’m here. They can’t do anything to you. They’ll have to go through me.”
Joseph nodded, his not-quite-formed hand reaching out blindly and Officer Muir held it. “What year is it?”
“2019.”
Joseph sucked in a shuddering breath.
“How long did they have you?” Officer Muir asked, leaning closer as the sirens got louder.
Joseph just wailed, gripping Officer Muir’s hand tighter, struggling to get closer. Officer Muir gently pulled him closed, settling on the ground so the vampire could hide his face in Officer Muir’s pant leg.
The paramedics were there soon enough, and they coaxed Joseph onto a stretcher. Other officers came and started taking Mr. Montgomery’s statement. Officer Muir was grateful for that because, despite the vampire only having about three and a half fingers in total, he had a deathgrip on the Officer’s hand.
“Sweetheart,” one of the paramedics said gently. “How about you let his hand go?”
“Please,” he whispered, sightless eyes turned to Officer Muir. “Please. Don’t leave.”
Officer Muir sighed. He turned his head and spotted Officer Granger, a vampire woman who often acted as his partner when he wasn’t on duty at the roads.
“Oi! Granger?”
She turned and he tossed her his keys. “Can you get someone to take my car to the hospital? I’m going in the ambulance. And could you let the chief know?”
She rolled her eyes. “She’s gonna tear you a new one when you get back.”
“No she won’t. She loves me!”
Granger sighed and shrugged. With that, he turned back to the vampire and climbed into the ambulance.
Joseph was breathing heavily, rolling his head around nervously as the paramedics got things ready for him.
“Alright, this should help a little with the pain,” the gentle paramedic said, gently poking a needle into Joseph’s half formed arm and plugging a drip to it that would feed in pain killers.
Over the course of the ride, Joseph started to relax, though he never let go of Officer Muir’s hand. After a long silence where the paramedics conferred and joked together, Joseph turned his head to Officer Muir.
“Three years.”
“What?”
“I was in a silver box for three years.”
The paramedic’s fell silent and Officer Muir found himself running his thumb back and forth across Joseph’s knuckles. “Want to tell it… from the beginning?”
Joseph took a steadying breath and nodded.
“David and I… er, David’s my sire, we were going to the store? Or maybe going out to get drinks? I don’t remember,” Joseph said sorrowfully. “A weird van pulled up and, and…. some guys grabbed us. Dressed in robes and stuff. They had silver weapons and there were a lot of them. I never was good at fighting.”
Joseph swallowed nervously. “They took us somewhere remote. They…. I think they were cultists. They tied us up and they poured silver on David’s face. Why would they do that? We weren’t even-” his voice broke off as he heaved another dry sob. He took a moment, the skin growing across his face as he fought for control. “They killed him.”
Officer Muir squeezed his hand, and Joseph squeezed back.
After a long moment of silence, Officer Muir asked, “Do you want to talk about what they did to you?”
Joseph’s breath quickened. “They cut my heart out.”
Officer Muir winced.
“Put me in a silver box and buried me, I think. Someone found the box. And someone put blood in me and cut a part of my heart off. Then I…… I don’t know how I got on the side of the road.”
Officer Muir frowned. “It sounds like they were testing for your age. There’s been a rise of crime rings selling the hearts of ancient vampires around for their knowledge. How old are you?”
“I was born 1984.”
“Kay. So they saw you were a modern vampire and probably tossed you out. You got lucky.”
Joseph shuddered. “Doesn’t feel like I did.”
“I know, man. But you did. You survived. You’re going to get healed up and get some help and you’ll be on your way. Did you have a coven?”
Joseph shook his head. “I’m Hemijeoa Moderna.”
Officer muir tightened his grip on Joseph’s hand. “David was your… bondmate then?”
Joseph was silent for a long time. Officer Muir could see him working his jaw, trying to say something, but all he could do was nod, skin creeping closed over his eye sockets.
“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered.
“Okay. Okay, I won’t,” Officer Muir replied. “I’m Officer Muir… but you can call me Joshua.”
“Joshua,” Joseph whispered. “Joshua.”
Officer Muir hummed softly and Joseph relaxed a bit more.
“Where are you from, Joseph?”
“Mmm? Oh, It’s a small place. Forreston. Where are we going?”
“We’re going to Keaton. Have you been there?”
Joseph frowned. “No. I lived in Forreston my whole life.”
“It’s nice. It’s a small city, so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”
“And you’ll be here?”
Officer Muir ran his thumb over Joseph’s knuckles again. “I will probably have to leave at some point. I am technically on duty, but-” he said quickly as Joseph went pale and his breathing picked up again- “but, I’ll give you my number and I’ll come visit you when I get off, okay?”
Joseph took slow breaths again, calming himself down. Officer Muir couldn’t imagine what he was going through. Losing your pairbond like that and then being trapped in a burning box for three years? Officer Muir couldn’t begrudge the fact that the vampire was being clingy. It was actually kind of nice. He still didn’t have many friends in the city, after all.
It was too early to be thinking along those lines, though. Soon enough, the ambulance pulled up at the hospital and Joseph was taken to a room where he could grow out the rest of the way, another drip of blood being hung up alongside the pain killers.
After making sure Joseph was settled and comfortable, Officer Muir said, “I have to go, okay. I’ll be back this evening.”
He slid his hand from the vampire’s and pulled out his notepad, writing down his phone number and pressing it into Joseph’s hand. “You can call me if you need to, but I should be back soon,” he said.
Joseph nodded as he clung to the note, eyelids fluttering, though his eye sockets were still empty as the ocular muscles were only just beginning to develop. “Okay. Okay. Thank you.”
“Course,” and with that, Officer Muir left.
………………………………
Joseph sat and regenerated. Without the pain, there was just a tingling where his limbs were growing. The only thing he really didn’t appreciate was the noise. It was so loud here. The machines never stopped beeping, voices passed down the hall constantly, he could smell blood and fear and could hear screams on the other side of the hospital. Every so often a code would be called and he would jump out of his skin, his ears and heart throbbing with fear.
He pressed the blanket to his face, trying to distract himself with the feeling while avoiding the small bumps that were starting to form under his eyelids, biting his lip as his hair grew in and just kept growing until it reached the length it was when he was turned, ticking his ears and cheeks. He pressed his face into the blanket harder, shoulders up around his ears as someone laughed loudly down the hall and the beeping just kept going.
There was something crawling under his skin, something constricting around his chest making it harder to breathe and he still didn’t have feet to escape with.
Desperately, he dropped the blanket and put his hands over his eyes, muffling the sound, but they wouldn’t go away and now he could also hear the rush of blood in his palms.
He was crying, and now he could actually form tears, the droplets hot on his face as he tried desperately to breathe. He tried to keep the sounds down in his throat, his breathing almost unbearable to him, nevermind the stupid whimpers he couldn’t keep himself from making.
A warm hand touched his and he flinched back, opening his eyes. He could faintly see lights and blurs of darkness.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” a male voice asked. It wasn’t Muir. Stars, Joseph wished it was Muir. He’d felt safe when Muir was there.
“”S loud,” he whispered, unable to fight back the hot tears that were still traveling down his face.
“Okay, give me a moment,” the man said and the blur moved.
Joseph watched him go and covered his eyes, watching the blurriness around him for movement.
The man came back. Joseph smelled him coming and only flinched slightly when he felt another touch on his hand.
“I brought you some noise canceling headphones,” he said softly. “It’s pretty normal to get overwhelmed, especially if it’s your first time. Do you want any music?”
Joseph almost said no, but then he realized he really didn’t want to listen to his blood and heartbeat again. He needed something. He nodded.
“Kay. Is there a specific album you’d like? Something longer, if you can think of it, so you have time to get your sight back before you need to change it.”
Joseph shook his head. “Anything works- wait. No. Minecraft music.”
“Okay.”
The man put the headphones gently over Joseph’s ears and, after a very uncomfortable moment of listening to himself, familiar sounds of Minecraft music began to play, reminding Joseph of the mindless hours he and David played the game together.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to relax as he sensed the man leave again.
Joseph kept crying, but it wasn’t because of the pain or the overstimulation. All he could think about was David’s triumphant grin when they killed the ender dragon on their fifth attempt.
………………………………..
Muir stepped out of the Chief’s office, his ears still ringing a little bit from the bit of shouting she had indulged in.
Granger was waiting for him outside, eyebrow lifted and a little smile on her face. “Favorite, ey?”
“I am,” he replied snidely as he took his keys back from her. “And she was yelling at me for something else entirely anyways. She was only a little mad about me going to the hospital.”
“I see. Was he alright?”
“I think he’ll be okay. I’m not sure. I’m going to check up on him tonight, actually, after I finish some paperwork.”
“Okay,” she said. “You said he was a Hemijeoa, right?”
“Right.”
“Where’s his bondmate?”
“Died in the same incident that got him where he is,” Muir replied, making his way to his desk.
She raised her eyebrow. “You’d better be careful, then. He’s in a fragile state. He might try to pairbond with you.”
“And what would be so wrong with that?”
“Well, you’d have to stick around him a lot more. Plus, you’re human. You wouldn’t feel the bond enough to actually keep up with it and keep him healthy.”
“I thought humans pairbonded with vampires all the time?”
She huffed. “I guess. Still I don’t think it’s healthy.”
Muir rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you get to have opinions. You’re a Ferox yourself, aren’t you? You don’t need any bonds.”
She shrugged. “Just be careful. You don’t want to have to deal with a clingy vampire for the rest of your life.” Without letting him respond, she took off to her own desk.
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In all honesty I need to know if Apple headphones ( like the ones that play music and stuff ) can help with overstimulation ( specifically auditory ). I had a terrible time in the roller rink and bus for my field trip. The roller rink was too loud and overwhelming, I was to myself, and the bus kept ringing out of control and we all had to ride like that. It was a nightmare.
Also tell me why when the bus start ringing one of the teachers said “To the kids with sensory issues, this is just exposure therapy” girrrllllllll. Exposure therapy is not gonna ‘cure’ sensory processing disorder. She sounded real slow.
What could help with auditory overstimulation expect for ear defenders or earplugs bc I don’t think my parents would let me get them, they’re not aware of my struggles.
auditory overload is a bee climbing into my ear, making its nest right in front of my eardrum. I can feel her tiny wings scratching the canal of my ear, making noises so loud and irritating, I want to push my pen into my head.
but I don’t, I just sit there and start losing feeling in my face as my vision gets foggy.
my body is so afraid of the bee, it chooses to play dead, and the bee is so stupid, it believes me. Tiredly, it falls asleep and with it so do I.
suddenly it’s so quiet, it’s peaceful and I am gone to another universe; one, in which I am still the same but the people around me finally just shut up.
dissociation is a curse. I like to be in control and if I dissociate I am not. Physically, I am at my most vulnerable point.
And still, the sweetness of this curse is incomprehensible, because mentally I am never as untouchable again.
Believe me when I say, that I am ready to open my mouth and swallow all of those bees if it’s means I can rest for at least once in my life.
This video is a virtual reality experience made along side people with autism, showing an example of what it can be like to experience overstimulation, which happens when your brain takes in too much information.
Trigger warnings for the video: loud noises, flashing lights and colours, panic attack, meltdown.
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Currently stuck in my parents minivan with my two little sisters and my little brother and my two younger neighbors. I’m sitting in the back with the two youngest girls, my sister and her friend. My brother and my two neighbors and I were just at karate class, where we were all yelling and messing around and not taking anything seriously. The radio is on and even though it’s a secular radio station there is a Christian pastor and I’m worried that they only brought him on to ridicule him. My sister’s friend is singing the National anthem really off key. My two sisters both have a cold/maybe Covid. My brother and his friends are talking loudly about brainrot. My final paper for rhetoric is due Friday parentheses Thursday and I thought it was due next week so I haven’t started it. I am about to have a panic attack.
In the time it took for me to write this we have arrived at home and everyone has gone inside except for me. The Lonely has never felt more welcoming. I just want to stop existing for just a little bit. I just want to stop worrying about everything, at least temporarily. I don’t want to die, I think, I just want to hit pause. I don’t even necessarily want to just sleep because I wouldn’t remember the time spent in solitude and not worrying about things. I want to enter spectator mode.
The wind is shaking the car now, reminding me that it will soon be fifteen or so degrees Fahrenheit in this car. I should leave and go inside where it’s warm, but I don’t want to deal with everyone making sounds. I want to eat dinner, but I don’t want to have to face my family right now.
I get so easily overstimulated with auditory stimuli, it’s not even funny like right now I’m in the front passenger seat of a minivan with the radio playing moderately loud Christian music (not a bad genre but definitely not my favorite) with two ten year old girls playing a clapping game and yelling the rhyme and my mother is talking to them and me and the road is loud and the radio static is adding to it and I physically cringe every time I hear an “s” syllable on the radio or from the people talking and both of my trains of thought are yelling and I also have two different songs stuck in my head and I can hear everything and I hate it
I’d almost say I want to go deaf but when I can’t hear things it’s almost worse
My roommate is watching an old movie whose soundtrack sounds exactly like the auditory hallucinations I get sometimes. It's weirding my brain out because it's so used to trying to filter that particular sound as not usable/intrusive/probably imagined.
