#vampire louis

Louis: I’m back!

Louis: huh-

Legundo: NO OWEN! This is the last one!

Owen: So? Just- give it-

Legundo: NO! You’ve already had three!

Louis: I got food.

Louis cowered as his sire stood over him, his hands shook as he was grabbed by the longish hair he kept since he enjoyed the length still despite being trans. He didn't put up much fight as he was thrown forward onto his knees. The castle ballroom towered around him as if it was an extension of his sire’s intimidating being, threatening to swallow him whole.

“Ah-” Louis whimpered, curling into himself, terrified of the punishment. He had dropped a bottle of his sire’s aged wine, some old and expensive thing that was the colour of deep blood, almost sickeningly so; leading to his sire doing this.

“You are a pathetic excuse for a Goldsmith vampire.” Came that cold, calculating, cruel voice.

Louis learned to fear that voice, it only brought pain and hurt… ever since he had been found by the supposedly ‘merciful’ vampire his life had been nothing but pain and abuse. Louis let out a gasp of pain as he was kicked right in the ribs, Sire’s steel-toed boots hitting him hard and winding him as his body slid on the smooth tile floors, slick with red that was Louis had no time to recover as he was kicked again, and again, and again. He was kicked till he scrambled up against the wall.

“Please-! Stop- I'm sorry!” He cried out, shaking as he cowered in the corner.

“Look at me, Fledgling.” They spat, grabbing Louis by the chin.

Louis stared up with tear filled eyes, staring into cold grey ones with his warm amber ones The fist that came at his face sent a jolt of fear shooting though him before-

“Louis? Louis wake up!”

Louis shot awake, biting off a scream he didn't know he was making as he gasped for breath he didn't need.

“I- I- Sorry-” He was cut off by Owen’s crooked hand pressing over his mouth gently.

“Nuh uh. No apologizing rule.” Louis himself had insisted on the rule in past, meaning it for his boyfriends and not himself, now Owen was using it on him.

Louis looked around their bedroom, Louis had insisted on putting some paintings and shelves on the walls since neither Legs nor Owen would bother, now the familiar sight grounded him. His eyes flickered to the door as it opened to reveal Legundo walking in with a mug of hot tea and two warm bottles of blood. It honestly surprised him since he hadn't noticed Legs was gone.

“Heartbeat… you didn't have to…” He mumbled as he and Owen were handed the warm bottles.

“You're welcome, Lou.” Legs answered in his ‘I won't take any BS of you not drinking’ voice.

“Thank you.” Louis sighed, taking a long, slow sip. Immediately Louis knew Legs’s blood was mixed in, not a lot but enough to be comforting.

“Wanna talk about it?” That was Owen, even in the mostly dark bedroom Louis would know his first love’s voice anywhere.

“It was just silly memories.” He chuckled, brushing him off along with the tears that pricked his eyes.

“Louis-” Doc again. “You and I and Owen all know bottling it up solves nothing. It won't go away if you just ignore it and brush us off.”

Louis sighed, his entire body sagging as he leaned his head on Owen's bony shoulder, letting himself melt into those warm hands around his waist. Owen was odd for a vampire, they were warm for one thing, something nearly unheard of in the vampire communities. And their claws were short, made for ripping not slashing. To top it all off they were a lovely warm olive in skin colour, meaning even Legs was paler than him. ‘Made to be a monster’ was what Owen had said, all those years ago when he first turned Owen. Louis could still remember how thin and frail his boyfriend had been. Alone in that drafty shack they were so proud of, dying.

“Louis!” He was snapped back to reality, literally as Owen was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“Huh?! What? Sorry-” He caught himself before he could once again mess up, gods below he was a mess today.

“You're okay, just got lost in your own head a bit there?” Legundo guessed

Louis just nodded, taking another sip of his slowly cooling drink. The blood was soothing after the mess of emotions that was washing over him. He felt slightly bad knowing Legs must’ve cut himself somehow and collected the blood into the bottle. And since both he and Owen refused to feed directly, for the time being, from Legs the other had made do with what he could apparently. Vampires did need human blood but not a lot, animal blood would hold them over till whenever they next had access to human blood. Legundo had been stubbornly making sure both of his vampire boyfriends got the needed blood.

“Thank you guys… you are the best boyfriends I could ask for…” he choked out to them, tears falling once more. He had to get it under control!

“Lou. You’re deflecting.” The sharp voice of Legs informed. Legs always knew. It was uncanny…

“Fine… it was about my lovely trauma.” He plastered on a bitter smile, nothing like his usually soft smiles that only showed just enough teeth to look normal.

“Anndddd-“ prompted Owen.

“And I got to relive the second worst night of my life…” Louis rubbed a finger over the broken fang in his mouth. It was rounded so it was at least still useable, though albeit a good amount more difficult. “My sire… he was kicking me, shoving me, hitting me. I broke one of his wine bottles, dropped it as i was trembling so bad bringing it to them. He broke my fang and left me to figure out what to do… he was the worst…”

“Oh my love.” Came Owen’s voice, that soft tone he only used with Louis and Legs, the one full of love and care. “I’m sorry that happened to you Lou, do you want snuggles? Or some space?” Owen was always somehow so good at knowing exactly what he needed…

“Cuddles, you two are so perfect.” He murmured as the pair gathered the bottles and Legs’s mug onto the bedside table before slipping onto either side of Louis.

Louis let low rumbling purrs emenate from his chest, syncing with Owen’s which started moments later.

“Love you two.” He whispered.