"Please turn off the lights" with vampire au dost hark? Also I'm back from the dead lmao -vamp anon
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Also, there is now a sequel here.
Trigger warnings for blood
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Prompt: “Please turn out the lights.”
It was the soft groan that alerted the Host to Dark’s presence, and a few mumbled narrations revealed him lying on his bed with one arm swung over his eyes, lips slightly parted to allow for protruding fangs.
“Turn off the lights,” he muttered as the Host slipped in, not bothering with pleasantries. His voice was edged with pain. Pain and … something else.
“Dark is hungry,” the Host commented, approaching the bed once the light switch had been flicked, plunging the room into black, flickering shadow.
Dark gave a small sigh, his arm flopping to his side. His eyes were heavily bloodshot, with pupils so enormous they nearly swallowed the iris. He regarded the Host with disdain, as if he’d spilled some deep, dark secret, but otherwise said nothing.
The Host frowned, unimpressed. “How long has it been since Dark has fed?”
A hiss. “You know the answer to that.”
“He does.” The Host sat at the edge of the bed, working with nimble fingers to unbutton the top few buttons of his trenchcoat. He pulled it aside, revealing his bare throat. “Dark also knows what must be done.”
Dark’s gaze shot to his neck and his nostrils flared, but still he ground out, “don’t be a fool. It could kill you.”
“Dark is the fool.” Came the reply. The Host folded his hands in his lap, ever-calm. “Is he going to continue as such?”
Dark muttered something under his breath. Something the Host heard but chose not to describe. Then he was rising, first to a sitting position, then to his knees. His eyes glinted and his fangs were bared, and the Host knew that he’d lost himself to hunger.
“You brought this on yourself,” Dark’s voice was little more than an animalistic snarl. He gripped the Host’s shoulders- bracing him- before sinking his fangs in, tearing open his skin and spraying blood over the bedspread, down the Host’s front, and himself.
And the Host … the Host did not make a sound.