#pre-comic

I don’t want to give any spoilers about the topic because it will be answered in the comic but I will say he wasn’t always a vampire. I know a lot of you have been asking this so I’ll drop a little pre-comic scene to think about instead. It may have something to do with the answer.

i drew this instead of working on page backgrounds. oops. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Lackadaisy (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Mitzi May, Mordecai Heller Additional Tags: sometimes a girl's just gotta do what she's gotta do, Pre-Series, Prompt Fic Series: Part 7 of prompt nonsense Summary:

"High-ness-n-ness. S-s-s-sleep."

Tarvek blinked and looked up from his notes, rubbing the spot on his chin where his cufflink had been making an indentation. "I'm sorry, Tinka. What was that?"

She tsked disapprovingly, or perhaps it was an unintentional noise or small short circuit, and lurched to her feet. Tarvek quickly dropped his pen and rushed to keep her from pitching forward. "Whoa. Careful. Don't move around too much."

"D-d-don't mo-move. M-m-m-me." Her face was still frozen and expressionless, but surely he couldn't be imagining the wistful sorrow behind her words.

And again, his heart broke. He gently squeezed her shoulders. "Tinka. I will repair you. I'll fix what my father's done. I promise. You've done so much-- I didn't look out for you like I should have, but I'll make this right if it takes all my life."

Tinka pressed a finger against his lips, narrowly avoiding cuffing him on the ear in doing so. "High-highness. Y-y-you are l-learn-learning. H-helping. D-doing w-w-w-well. I thank- I thank- I thank y-y-you. You ne-need r-re-rest th-though."

"I--" Tarvek turned away to hide his bewildered blush.

She trusted him. After all that had been done to her- after all that sparks had done to her sisters, she radiated a quiet trust that thrilled as much as it unsettled him. Going back to his desk he felt a snag and a tug on his wrist. After a weak but determined yank he allowed Tinka to pull him back to her and take him into her arms. He hesitated, he really should be getting back to work, and then leaned his warm cheek into the cool metal of her shoulder. There was no movement from the inhale and exhale of breath, but in the gentle buzz and whirr of her inner mechanisms he could almost hear the faint wheeze of a lung. A soft rattle, like Anevka-- No. No, that line of thought would do no one any good. He was frustrated to feel hot, damp tears on his cheeks.

As Ethan awoke, his eyes opened to the black void around him. It was barren, and held no sign of anything existing other than him. Just as he began to adjust to his new environment, a deep, booming voice rang out through the void. “You! Mortal child, you have defiled our domain with your blunt ignorance. We have had enough of your insolent behavior, so we have come to the consensus that you require tutelage. From this moment forth, you shall walk on this Earth, forever witnessing the world around you change. You will learn what it means to suffer loss, to experience pain, to be immortal.” Almost immediately after the voice faded back into the darkness, Ethan felt a burning sensation in between his shoulder blades. He tore off his shirt in an attempt to see what was causing this pain. He looked over his left shoulder, looking down to a sickening sight. There was a large lightning bolt-shaped shard of what appeared to be black ice being sewn into his back with silver stitching fused to his skin. After the shard was sewn in and fused to his skin, Ethan felt the burning sensation subside. But his break, though short, was interrupted by the inky darkness around him fading away. He then awoke to find himself sitting up against a brick wall. As he came out of his daze, Ethan looked around to get a hold of his surroundings. The wall he was sitting up against was the back wall of a trash-filled allyway that was covered in tacky graffiti, and smelt of second-hand smoke. Though it was not the best place to wake up after a dream, he was not picky.

                After a few seconds of staring up at the sky and recalling the weird dream he had, Ethan reached back and patted the area between his shoulder blades. To his immediate surprise, it felt like there was something on his back. Without having to look, Ethan knew exactly what it was, and how it had got there. He knew that his dream wasn’t just a dream, and that someone had sewn a shard of ice into his back while he was asleep. He was beginning to piece things together in his head with little thought, and began to remember the events that had transpired prior to his sudden black-out.  He remembered walking down the streets of Seattle after picking up a copy of Green Lantern from his favorite comic book shop, and then he suddenly fallen unconscious without any warning at all. After that, he had his vision and woke up in this sorry excuse for an ally way.  With only a name, an age, and a shard of ice sewn into his back, Ethan was at a complete loss as to who he was before this unfortunate experience. It was clear that his predicament would be quite tricky to escape, and he would first need to find out who did this to him, and why.

                Stepping up from the damp floor of the allyway, Ethan wasted no time in dusting himself off and examining his attire. He was wearing a familiar set of clothing which included a bright orange t-shirt which was mostly covered by a blue and grey striped hoodie, a pair of black knee-length cargo shorts, and pair of open-toed Velcro sandals with dark green socks. It was quite a practical and functional outfit with both flexibility, and the ability to remain inconspicuous in a crowd. He was well aware that this quest of his would require a large amount of personal investigation into the origins of this magic relic sewn into his back, and it would be in his favor to not appear suspicious in public. After his self-examination, Ethan decided to exit the filthy ally way and enter the crowd of people swarming on the city’s sidewalks. As he left the ally way and let the sun his face, he felt his head itch slightly in the warm summer light. He ran his fingers through his short brown hair, and began to scratch his skin. It was obvious that his body did not like the sun, so it was not wise to stay in it for long. 

 Ethan soon found his way into proper shade on a sidewalk that was covered in the shadows of a large parking structure. After his head stopped itching, and his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he began to feel like a veil had been lifted from over his eyes. His attention turned to an ally way that was to his far right, across the street. He saw a pair of bright yellow eyes peering out at him from beyond the shadows. He turned away in disgust, and his attention was now stolen by an attractive young woman. She had long blonde hair, deep blue eyes that peered out from behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and a low-cut shirt that exposed her lower torso. The strange part about her was her lack of a belly button. Was she one of those test-tube babies? If so, it was clear that science was stepping up their game in the new age. After the woman had passed, Ethan’s attention turned to a teenage boy with short jet-black hair, and he appeared to be wearing only a white tank top and a pair of bright green swimming trunks. He was playing with the water in a fountain at the center of a four-way roundabout, and it looked like he was making it turn into various shapes. What was the deal with all of these strange occurrences? Perhaps he had gone mad, or maybe the sun was making him see things. Either way, this day was turning out to be quite peculiar.

                As Ethan turned to the left with the intention of walking, he put his right foot forward, but was immediately stopped by the sudden presence of someone before him. He looked up to meet the blue-eyed gaze of a tall, smirking man. The stranger was dressed in a bright yellow track suit with a dark brown leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and a pair of running shoes that had tiny wings coming out of the sides. The man also possessed a head of curly blonde hair that was so bright, that it almost seemed to glow in the shade. The older gentleman chuckled and addressed Ethan. “So, I see you have already taken notice, my dear lad,” the man said with a grin. Ethan responded with, “taken notice of what?” in a slightly aggressive tone, and made it clear that he did not have time to mess around. The older gentleman simply shook his head and reached into the messenger’s bag as he spoke. “It is obvious that you are new to the whole idea of the supernatural world around you. Honestly, in all my years of running messages for that big jerk in the sky, I have never seen someone as accepting as you,” the man said with a slight chuckle. He removed an envelope from the bag, and held it out to Ethan. “Wait. Before I take any letters from you, I am going to need a name,” Ethan asked with an inquisitive tone. “My name is Hermes, dear lad. I am the great messenger of the gods. Now please, dear lad, take the letter” Hermes winked and nudged the letter closer to Ethan. Ethan snatched it away and gave it a glance before looking back up to Hermes, but when he did, the slippery messenger had disappeared.