Cold. He felt cold. And wet. Why was he wet? He could feel...waves washing over his feet, and the tangy smell of salt water and ocean filling his nose. Speaking of which, he started coughing as he realised his airway was filled with water and he’d not taken a proper breath in what must have been hours. He must have looked dead to anyone passing by. Any normal Time Lord would have suffocated ages ago, but not him. Not the undead and nearly unkillable creature that he was. Koschei finally drew a proper breath and spat out the remaining sea water. Why the bloody hell was he in the sea, or washed up at the beach as it seemed, he could feel sand under his fingers. 

Bruce sighed as he looked at the human he was being offered. He knew he needed a human. He was tired of having to buy blood every day. The prices were going up and it would be cheaper in the long run to start investing in a human now. The human seemed quite feisty though. It could be fun, trying to get the human to calm down and respect him. It wasn’t like he was going to kill her, or hook her up to some machine for the rest of her life. She would be like a… a companion.

Bruce had been alive for so long he had forgotten any hint of being human. He viewed humans as nothing more than possible companions and a means to his next meal. He often was by himself doing his research or reading. Maybe having a human around would bring some life back into his home.

“Bring her here please. I’m interested in buying that one.”

Natasha glared at the vampire who’s most likely going to buy her. She’s been fighting those bastards since the day they captured her and she’s not going to stop anytime soon. They even tied her up, even thought she couldn’t really harm them no matter how much she fought. But it’s surely only to make sure she can’t escape.

“Oh Lord, oh Peter what have they done to you...” Koschei was horrified when he finally found his lost lover. It had taken months but he never gave up, he was going to find Peter again no matter what. These savages, these humans, he would tear them all apart for taking Peter from him. He could only assume Peter had been taken for his mixed blood, but the reason didn’t matter to Koschei. What mattered was that he’d found Peter, and he was going to wreck havoc on his kidnappers. 

He slowly approached Peter, as not to startle him. Who knew what condition he might be in after being locked up here for so long and had God knows what done to him. Koschei himself was splattered with blood from slaying the guards, and looked like he hadn’t slept a day since Peter had gone missing. He just wanted to hold Peter in his arms again. 

To say he hadn't been himself was an understatement. The hunger was insatiable and it more than frightened him. It disturbed him to his core.

Food wasn't doing it for him anymore, he craved something else. Nothing compared to the taste of blood. Much as he was disgusted and unsettled by this new development, he couldn't stop himself.

Late at night he would steal bags of blood from the hospital. The mere ethics of the situation were questionable to say the least, but it seemed better than directly drinking it from people.

This so called changed had happened weeks ago and he essentially went no contact with everyone. He was living on his own now in a small apartment so it made it easier to hide from everyone, including his family.