#vampire!rex

Ahsoka has a theory that something has happened to Rex, making him act strangely ever since he got those bite marks on their last campaign...

Fandom: Playmobil: The Movie (2019)

Characters: Rex Dasher, unnamed vampiric villain and a multiude of black coated minions

Whumptober prompt: October 16th, Pinned Down.

Rated for: blood, unconsensual drinking of someone’s blood, unconsensual turning of someone into a vampire, physical assault, panic, description of someone in pain, swearing, brief mention of guns, fear of losing control and worry over hurting loved ones, implied torture, constant threat, very brief description of injury, mention of a drug-like effect on somebody

Premise: After finding out about some clearly suspicious activity at a notorious organisation, Rex realises he wasn’t one to suspect a more supernatural threat until it’s too late. It doesn’t help that the head vampire of the operations has particular sinister designs in mind for our greatest secret agent, and not ones that he didn’t remotely see coming.

Word count: 2,554

Tagged: @whumptober2019, @unlikelyxmisfit

Additional notes: I got inspired for Halloween and wrote this as a separate AU, a supernatural one separate from my main one but still generally consistent with my own portrayals of already established characters from Playmobil. I simply call this one my vampire!Rex AU, and what used to just be a one-off idea has now turned into a whole universe, so, here we go.

Rex wondered how he’d gotten into this mess, exactly. Sure, he usually put himself in them, because that’s what he did. Especially since there’d been a particular spike in suspicious activity in one of the most notorious organisations he tended to face.

It was why he was standing face to face with the head of it, after he found himself investigating the disappearance of several people and the fact that less people were around during the day. He’d never been one for superstition. There had to be a rational explanation for this, especially after he found out one of them had disappeared before appearing months later as if nothing had happened.

This was besides the fact that he’d been informed that they had his friends.

He'd often been aware that he was always being watched when these circumstances arose. It was different though, this time. He couldn't know that here, the head was berating his minions in one of the strangest ways.

"Don't you dare," he said coldly, pointing at one of his black coated minions, "you know who this is. And I'd be very happy if you stayed away from him. He's mine."

The minion looked sheepish, despite secretly being annoyed. Amongst everyone, they all wanted him to themselves. It was status to do so, with who they were. But they couldn't fight their boss on this, it wasn't their place.

"Yes, sir," he said, trying not to groan.

His boss looked at him with a grin, baring his fangs. "That's good to hear."

So here Rex was, faced with someone with more than enough malicious intent. He knew they had his friends, he knew what they meant. Something else was wrong, though, but it was on the peripheral vision of his radar. His first step was making sure his friends were safe.

But he couldn't quite shrug off the way the man looked at him. Sure, they could be sadistic bastards, but even this made him feel uncomfortable.

"At least tell me where my friends are, before you do anything else." He spoke in a calm tone, despite how much he was being stared at. It unnerved him, but it wasn't enough to shake him...just yet.

"Oh, they're safe," the man said, in a faux affable tone, raising his eyebrows, "it's you who should be worried."

They did this every time. He merely just got angrier, especially as the man made his advances towards him.

He noticed Rex put his hand in his inside jacket pocket by the time he was only a few metres from him, and almost wanted to laugh.

"Oh, really?" he grinned, amused, unable to help baring a set of fangs, "a gun? That's not going to help you here."

Rex had barely found his gun when he was transfixed by the fangs as the man grinned at him. He never felt so wrong in that moment.

He had supposed vampires couldn't be found anywhere near here. They just weren't a thing. Sure, he believed in them when he was younger. Always obsessed with reading about them.

He thought he'd simply grown out of that idea.

"You don't know who we are, do you?" the man asked, a clear sadistic tone in his voice.

Rex almost wanted to say something, but his eyes went from those brilliant white fangs to that...look in his eyes. Oh. Shit.

"I can't tell you just how much I'm enjoying that look on your face."

Rex didn't have time to react as the man was inches from his face, and he was suddenly thrown backwards onto the floor without warning, caged in by the man just about hovering over him.

He attempted to crawl backwards, now fuelled by fear and anger and kicking out at his assailant. The man only laughed, putting his body weight on his legs and pinned his arms to his side via his wrists. He was leaning inches over him now, unable to break contact with those bright, hungry eyes.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be escaping from us this time," the man said with mock friendliness, "you know you're too valuable for us to kill...properly."

"I'm not gonna join your goddamn cult," Rex seethed, although the fear in his chest was palpable, "I don't even know why you'd want me part of it."

He vainly attempted to remove at least his arms, but it was almost effortless for the man to hold him down. He clearly found Rex's comments amusing.

"Oh but I bet you do," he laughed, "you always think you're so clever. You're someone who we've been needing for a long time. And now you're finally scared, and you won't even admit it. Besides, it's not like you have a choice in this."

Rex wondered if there was any possibility of him getting out of this alive. At the very least he wanted to make sure his friends would be alright, even though he couldn't help how scared he was right now. He was always more concerned about others over himself, accepting the idea that someday it might be the death of him.

"Just tell me where my friends are," he said, "they're not going to be a part of this, and that's what matters."

That's who he was here for, right? They wanted him because they had his friends. They had no part in his troubles.

"Oh, but I told you," the man whispered, close to the side of his face, "they're fine. For now. You'll be part of something much bigger, and they won't matter. One less enemy to deal with. Besides, once you're done with, we'll make you deal with them ourselves. None of this stuff you have right now matters."

That scared him, made him more angry than everything else. They wanted him to what? He'd rather die. Properly.

"You don't have anything to do with them!" he spat, "I wouldn't hurt them for anybody!"

"Which is why," the man whispered, "we're doing this. Morality be damned. You're no fun otherwise. It’s everything else we want instead."

He'd been slowly nudging his head to the left, making his neck more available to him. Rex could not have imagined even in his dreams that this would be happening. He’d come across a whole range of nasty villains, but this seemed absolutely impossible. And he didn’t have a huge fear of death, did he? That couldn’t be the problem. It was his friends - he wouldn’t dream of hurting them.

That was the problem. That’s why they had them. So he’d be more animal instinct with them than morality. It horrified him what they had already planned - he was usually able to stop plans in the nick of time, but right now it was undeniable just how far too late it was to do anything now. They’d planned much too far ahead, which said a lot about everybody else. It’d be one of the few things to stop him escaping, him of all people.

He was breathing more shakily now, making a last-ditch attempt to extricate himself even slightly. But the man’s body weight was pressing so heavily into him and he was leaning right over his neck. His pulse was racing, which he presumed only made it easier and more enjoyable for the man.

He just about recoiled enough in disgust as he felt a tongue trail up his neck to just around his ear. Almost as if he was trailing a path up along a particular vein, besides giving himself a taste. Never in his life did he think he’d present such a consumable object, which probably was the main root of his disgust besides the sensation.

“It’s promising,” the man breathed against his neck, “exactly what I thought. So don’t worry. You’ll do fine. We’ll make plenty sure of that.”

Rex only managed a sharp intake of breath as he felt the sudden sensation of two fangs piercing his neck. He instinctively twitched, legs almost instantly now kicking from underneath as the man lifted himself up to get a better angle. He breathed hard, digging his nails into the floor as the pressure increased on his wrists to prevent them from flailing  He continued to thrash his legs, directionless, trying not to let it sink in that it was far too late to escape now - pressed to the floor with fangs in his neck as blood was drained from him.

He remembered, vaguely, a drug-like effect that vampires had, as he was hit with a drowsy, heavy feeling as his movements began to slow down, feet shuffling awkwardly on the floor. Sure, that could’ve been down to blood loss, but it felt almost equivalent to a sedative. He guessed it was a combination. His breathing was barely noticeable, slow and shallow, his surroundings almost like a dream when he was still able to keep his eyes open. There was less pressure on him as the effects really began to sink in as he felt more lifeless, even feeling the man let go of his wrists and the brush of his fingers against the left side of his face and against his neck in an almost loving gesture of cruelty.

The man pulled away, but not before gently licking the wound for any blood that decided to spill out. He turned to Rex, who now appeared still and pale, pupils under lidded eyes staring at him but not quite, now with his blood shining on his lips and just around the edges of his mouth. He grinned, slowly licking it all off as he leant just inches from his face.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s still plenty there. With a particular addition, of course, that’s the whole point,” he spoke softly, voice nonetheless laced with sadism and a hand gently stroking the side of his face, “your blood was just that much harder to resist than I thought. Take it as a compliment.”

Rex was barely breathing, but he felt a deep sensation of rage. His body was still fighting against itself and it was hard enough to express himself. But it was there, and he couldn’t help but feel it. He didn’t want to believe what they were doing to him. To his friends. He felt sick enough without this venom crawling in his veins.

The man finally got up off of him, and roughly grabbed his collar to drag him against the wall so he could look at him better. He sat limply, arms laid out weakly either side of him. He managed to maintain a semblance of a glare at the man who was now kneeling in front of him with an almost caring expression, as if he just didn’t forcibly take his blood and put some venom in there for good measure.

“Whatever the fuck you’ve done to me,” he breathed, with a great deal of effort, trying to sit up, “this doesn’t mean shit. I’d rather die - properly - than do anything to my friends. Or anyone else for that matter.”

The man amusedly looked at him, head tilted in mock sympathy. His expression was drenched in an air of condescension, despite the softness that outlined his features. Rex felt his hand barely skim the surface of his hair.

“You’re still going on about this? Rex,” he smirked, “of course you don’t understand now. Maybe if you weren’t so keen to fight this, you’d feel better. You’ll come round. This is what this is for.”

He didn’t know if it was the drowsiness, but his face registered a baffled look, eyes narrowing at the man. “That’s ridiculous. You’re ridiculous. You think I’m going to let that happen---”

He would’ve continued, if it wasn’t for a spasm of pain that ran up across his chest, taking what little breath he was still able to have before he was barely able to restrain a broken cry. He swallowed, making every attempt to breathe as it subsided.

“Oh,” the man laughed, “did I not tell you that would happen? Your body’s adjusting to the new change. I mean, that is venom in your system, after all. You’re just making it worse for yourself. You’ve got no choice in what’s going to happen. You’ll know your place in all this, eventually.”

Rex found it difficult to be mad as his whole body seemed almost beset with these agonised spasms, which only subsided momentarily before starting again. He never really was one to feel fear, but his mental faculties now seemed beyond his reach, what with the intensity of pain he didn’t feel himself capable of feeling hitting him in waves and his cries more chokes than anything else. He wasn’t one to cry either, but he’d never felt like this before. At his most vulnerable. It all felt too much as he felt hot tears drip down his face as his body seemed to not be able to give him a break.

In all truth, he had no idea what was happening to him, but frankly, he knew where the real fear lay. After all, he didn’t care so much about himself as he did about others, right? He had to control himself around others. It was one of his worst nightmares to hurt them. He wouldn’t be blurred by instinct. He couldn’t compromise himself, he wouldn’t compromise himself. These instincts would not override him. The uncontrollable pain seemed to remind him of this very real fear.

The man appeared fascinated, not at all concerned with what he observed. It was natural; he’d done this before. This one was a particularly captivating specimen though. He wasn’t just anybody. This was someone he had to keep an eye on. Instinct could not be overriden, he knew that. But he was far too valuable to just see it through. Rex was clearly fighting this; it’d make things worse in a multitude of ways.

He snapped his fingers, not looking away from Rex, who was making every attempt to breathe and not instinctively thrash his limbs from the pain that was less spasms, and more now what felt generally unending.

One of his black coated minions approached him from a doorway, who had been one of many to hear the commotion, and stood a short distance away.

“I think he needs a lot more attention than we thought. If he’s going to fight us like this, he’s going to make things a whole lot worse. He’ll succumb to this and we’ll make sure of it. He should know he can’t possibly fight his instincts now, but he’s far too much trouble to give us less resistance, especially at this stage,” he said, in a concerned tone, a tone which appeared to sound more suited for a scientific experiment than a person, “so I want you to take him somewhere, you know where, away from the others - for now. I’ll deal with him later; after all, I’ve done all I can do with him right now.”

New chapter just dropped pals 😩🤙

Im once again tagging @kai-in-the-sky but this time to ask if it is okay to tag you on these??

Chapter Summary: Kix woke up.

Work Summary: Ration bars became blood, well fitting blacks turned into scratchy clothes that covered his skin from the sun, and busy evenings became even more busier with the constant reminder of having to satisfy his need for the crimson liquid before becoming mindless with it.

or, the au where Rex becomes a vampire. Naturally, he doesn't takes it too well.

In this episode of "i made myself cry, again"---

Tagging @kai-in-the-sky bc this is pure angst im so sorry im making you silly au so dirty-

Chapter Summary: The worst part of living forever? Watch the ones you love die.

Work Summary: Ration bars became blood, well fitting blacks turned into scratchy clothes that covered his skin from the sun, and busy evenings became even more busier with the constant reminder of having to satisfy his need for the crimson liquid before becoming mindless with it.

or, the au where Rex becomes a vampire. Naturally, he doesn't takes it too well.

Chapter Summary: That wasn't the time, much less the place, but he had to tell him.

Work Summary: Ration bars became blood, well fitting blacks turned into scratchy clothes that covered his skin from the sun, and busy evenings became even more busier with the constant reminder of having to satisfy his need for the crimson liquid before becoming mindless with it.

or, the au where Rex becomes a vampire. Naturally, he doesn't take it too well.

uuug can i have a uuuuuuh mundane situation with that?

Chapter Summary: Sometimes you have to accept that maybe the sun doesn't likes you back.

Work Summary: Ration bars became blood, well fitting blacks turned into scratchy clothes that covered his skin from the sun, and busy evenings became even more busier with the constant reminder of having to satisfy his need for the crimson liquid before becoming mindless with it.

or, the au where Rex becomes a vampire. Naturally, he doesn't take it too well.

There was a piquant scent in the air, one he'd not quiet encountered in the past few decades. After all, in the seas of humans around him, smells tended to mingle and thus become indistinct. Just a general sea of humanity, with the odd highs of refuse and earth. But this one; well, he'd not smelled such a perfect mingling of Chanel No. 5 and body chemistry since Coco herself had created the fragrance. 

In this underground club, a abandoned wine cellar turned night spot for the curious and habitually gothic, Rex and his band played their first home show since returning from a successful tour. While he hailed from Salem himself, the rest of his band came from Soho and Chelsea. The Lioncourts, as the quartet was called, found this particular cultural crypt something akin to a cradle. After all, this is where he had approached them, a 200 year old Vampire fresh from a prolonged sleep. It was disarming, surely, to see a vampire with a permanent impairment of vision; but he'd wooed them with his pretty ways and  now the band was making millions world-wide. They were a sensation.

On this auspicious night, the night in question where he breathed in this perfect scent, his fangs seemed to throb in want. As he sang, he could scare ignore the longing for this female. All he wanted was to draw her close and drink in her enchanting skin. The song became a love note to her; he didn't need to see her as he knew full well that she'd be absolutely perfect. No one who smelled like that was ever anything less.