#vampire jason

The man in the hazmat suit before him attempted to redirect the conversation but was cut off by Jason’s angry snarl.

“They’re dead! I told you they fucking turned and died.”

The interviewer nodded, body language unreadable. “You mentioned Joey, Clarice and Rachel turned… You killed them?”

Jason rolled his eyes as he groaned, eyes refocusing on the person opposite him. “I staked Joey… it wasn’t Joey anymore though. I wanted to put a fucken bullet through Clarice but the others didn’t let me. I only got to kill her… it, once it was already dead.” Hell, Jason wished he could have been spared that image, his brows furrowed as he recalled the events. “Eric let Rachel run off before I could shoot her… Colonel King paid for that mistake with his own fucking blood.” Jason paused to catch his hitched breath, struggling to keep his strength and composure after all the coughing. He could hardly keep his body from slumping forward, chest rising and falling in heavy, shallow breaths.

The interviewer sat back further in his chair, almost smugly. “We got the results of your blood test and biopsy.” An intentional pause followed.

“What did you say the first symptoms of turning were?” There was a dedicated interest but cruelty to his words. Jason could only hide his gaze under his cap, lips pursed into a fine line.

Coughing… feverish sweating… fucking agony.

The inevitable was upon him and he could no longer deny it but he sure as hell wasn’t liking the attitude of this worker. Stupid questions deserved stupid answers.

“Wouldn’t ya like to know?”

There had been a broken snort caught in his retort, followed by more incessant coughing. Two days ago he had felt invincible… now he felt more like an old man, knocking on the doors of death. Worse still, it might not be eternal sleep that greeted him. Jason had seen what happened to Joey, and Clarice. He had killed them himself. Jason tried to remind himself that they had no longer been their real self. It was just their bodies being controlled by the vampiric infection, mocking them and abusing them even in death. Jason had brought a mercy upon them. He had freed their bodies from the evil within. But it seemed no one would return the favour.

The interviewer gave a nonchalant shrug. “I guess you wouldn’t care to know that Eric and Rachel survived.”

Jason’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “Huh, ain’t possible. I saw her turnin right in front of me. She attacked Eric and dragged em off.”

The worker shrugged once more, now serving as more of an annoyance. “Eric managed to remove the parasite from Rachel. Turns out there’s other methods beside’s pumping metal into people who are turning.”

Jason’s mind was ticking away, doing mental gymnastics. A flood of relief washed over him, voice rising expectantly. “Eric found a cure? But I saw him, he’d been bitten.”

“Eric’s biopsy and blood test came back clear. The parasite cannot be passed on through a bite alone. Rachel also hadn’t fully turned yet at that point.”

The parasite. Hell, Jason had no goddamn idea what parasite they were talking about.

“I don’t know shit about parasites, just get Eric in here and remove the fucken vampire dust from me.” Jason sat back more comfortably in his chair, ignoring the restraints on his breathing.

“Jason. You don’t have a parasite,” it was a bland abrupt statement, as if Jason was supposed to understand the weight it bore.

“There’s nothing to remove from you, “the interviewer continued, “You will die. But until then, you will continue serving your country and offer us your body.”

The Lieutenant was stunned silent for a moment, biting down softly on his own lip. He lowered his head to cover his eyes with his cap. Why?

“Fuck man. Real nice of ya to give someone hope and then crush it straight away.”

Of course there had been no parasite.

The fossil hadn’t looked like the other vampires. Reflecting upon it now he could have almost believed that it wasn’t infected. Maybe the alien had been killed by another vampire, maybe it was a vampire itself and the parasite escaped. No matter now, trace amounts of vampire DNA must have still lingered in the dust.

He had been such a fucking idiot. Jason almost rolled his eyes at himself. All of the stupidity just to show of in front of Salim. He had only touched the damn thing to impress the other soldier. Jason should have realised that Salim was beyond the need of stupid acts to impress upon. It brought him back to his teen years, flipping on his skateboard in front of girls and friends, all to show off. Jason had never cared how often he scraped himself open or how often he fell. Back then he had been able to laugh at himself and move on.

The researcher had allowed him a pause before pushing on. “After Rachel and Eric ran off, you were left with Nick and the Iraqi, correct?”

“What about Nick? He’s still alive, go ask him yourself. We killed that ancient motherfucker together. All three of us.” At least Nick wasn’t dying… or infected. A small blessings from a nonexistent god. If only Salim hadn’t been taken prisoner of war, Jason could rest easier.

The interview was dragging now. The hours had ticked by and with them disappeared Jason’s strength and ability to control his temper.

“Fuck you. I’ve said what I needed to say. Kill me if you fucking like. I’m good as dead anyway.” Jason lowered his head, but his eyes remained sharp, gaze buried on the masked man before him. “Do what you gotta but leave Salim out of this. Let him go home.” Jason breathed heavily, laboured. He was desperate. Jason didn’t make promises often but he had promised Salim something. He would honour that promise down to his dying breath. Yet every breath was carrying him further down to that last breath. Without the parasite, would his soulless corpse still turn? The last thing Jason wanted was to be like Joey and the others. He didn’t want to be remembered that way, his body tainted by the demon inside. Truly there were a shit ton of things Jason couldn’t give a fuck about, but his corpse reanimating as a vampire? Yeah, that was something worthy giving a shit about.

“Tell me exactly what you are feeling, Lieutenant Kolchek.”

Jason’s sigh only deepened before erupting into another painful coughing fit. He could feel the beads of sweat run down his forehead and the tenderness of his aching throat. Exhausted he spoke, voice broken into shards of regret and bitterness. “It hurts. Dying’s a bitch but there are worse fates than death.”

The interviewer watched him silently, beckoning for him to continue. Jason sucked in another shallow breath, voice become coarse as he continued with his head lowered.

“It’s hot. Like ya’ll stuck me in the frying pan,” Jason panted as he removed his cap to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Tired too, tired of all this bullshit and the stupid questions.” He paused to catch his breath, even talking was becoming too much. “Every fucken muscle hurts and it’s way too bright in this dammed hellhole. Happy now?” That seemed to satisfy the interviewer, for now, getting up to leave the tent cell.

Jason didn’t get to savour the quiet for long before the interviewer returned with friends and gadgets. His previous hot sweat suddenly turned cold, very cold, as the bags were unpacked before him.

“Well ain’t that just great?” Jason snorted, looking over the tools and devices used for experimentation and torture. As he continued speaking his lips curled into a defiant smile. “Ya didn’t tell me it was that kinda party. Well, what ye waiting for? This gonna be one killer night.”

Mer Dick Grayson :

Dick doesn’t hold telepathic link to fish since he lived most of his time out of water, travelling. As a Merperson, he’s actually quite adapt to land and doesn’t miss water or dry as fast as his kins

Due to his way of life, especially as Robin, his genes grew his fangs/canines/nails/tails very sharp, as well as most of his sense.

Since Richie’s life is not suppose to be that “menacing”, Dick find a way to control nails, while his canine are hidden by some projection tech.

Dick learned to use his echolocation even in human form, since it was very useful especially when he does acrobatie in small spaces or in the dark.

Part of his arms and legs keeps their scales, he pretty much doesn’t need shaving. His hair are dry af tho so he uses a lot of natural product to make them lust.

His magic leg powder can actually be used on any “tailed”. Ex, Kori as a Naga ‘kinda like a fire mer) can use it too. Although Dick need cold water or seawater to get his tail back, Kori needs to set herself on fire. Literal fire.

Vampire Jason Todd :

Jason was a smoll human with latent vampire genes that kicked in due to his childhood. He just had some enhanced sense.

Pretty sure I said it but he became a full vampire after Lazarus.

His wings contain a whole dimension when he can pretty much keep any non-living thing.

Officially, Jason is the only one who can acess the hidden dimension. Roy, Kori, Artemis and Bizarro have however noticed they could, and at some point, Cass sometime reaches for some hoodies. Damian was able to get snacks. Tim is pretty sure any bat but Dick can reach the secret dimension in the wings. Dick had tried several time but apparently he is unable. Probably because Jason has some dear souvenir of his time as Robin and Discowing and he won’t admit it.

Sometimes he makes his wings rain candies and cereal on Christmas and Halloween and everybody is having the time of their life.

Sunburn makes his skins crack. Kori (Naga) tries to lower her flames and body temperature most of the times.

Skin cracks doesn’t actually hurts, but its irritating and he needs to drink more blood to compensate.

Blood are meals and human food are just snacks, even if he engulfe 50 pancakes.

Most of the time he drinks bloods from criminals, he takes much more pleasure when his friend or family stocks a bit of their blood as donation. So far, Roy’s, Artemis’ and Bruce’s blood tasted the best. Kori is very exotic and kinda spicy but nice. On rare occasion, he got expresso shot from Tim. Damian, Cass and Kyle taste very healthy and while Dick taste like a milkshake.