This is a fanfic/RP me and @whumpsday did together! I edited it out a little bit. Not posting the whole thing because… you people DESERVE cliffhangers!
Just kidding. I’m not editing this entire thing at once. You’ll get the rest, don’t you worry.
Bellamy looks down at the crate on his doorstep in horror. What have they done to this poor human?
The vampire who brought the crate is saying something, but all Bellamy can hear is ringing in his ears. Who could do this to someone?
"I trust that you want it?" Bellamy snaps out of his shock. The other vampire is looking at him expectantly.
He steps forward immediately, getting between the vampire and the crate. "Very well then, I shall take it from here. You may be about your business now," he says firmly, shooing the other vampire away.
The other vampire nods, all business. In a flash, he's gone--away from Bellamy's territory, back to his own.
Bellamy kneels down to get a better look at the human. They're in absolutely horrible shape. What could a mere human have done to warrant cuffs and a muzzle in the first place?
Inside of the crate, a figure is huddled--eyes downcast, expression sullen. Short black hair decorats this human's face.
Tired, sad brown eyes flick up towards Bellamy's red ones. The human closes them again, almost immeaditely. With a sigh, the human shakily rests its head against the side of its crate, with all the weariness in the world.
Bellamy feels the strong, all-encompassing pain of his heart breaking, flying off in pieces. The hole left behind searing pain, like ice meeting fyre, in his chest, that wrapped back around over and over and over again, throbbing just like a physical flesh wound would.
The look in this poor person's eyes...
In that moment, Bellamy knows he cannot stand to allow this pour soul to remain trapped for even another mere moment.
"It's alright, dear," he manages to choke out. "I will not harm you. You have my word." He unlocks the crate. "Why don't we go inside and I'll get those dreadful things off you, hm?"
The human had been scared, when they'd shoved him in the crate. The human had been scared, when they'd forced his hands into metal, forced his mouth to be shut. The human had been scared, when they'd just left him, in a dark, empty room, for... well, he doesn't know how long for. Long enough to regain his sense of mind... and then immeaditely wish he hadn't.
Now, he had been unceremoniously dropped here--at the mercy of yet another vampire. The human gave off a quiet sigh, and made no move to come out, instead settling for resting his head against the bars and closing his eyes. He'd only have a few seconds, he knew, before he would be hauled out of the crate by his neck.
The human doesn't come out. He must feel safer in there, Bellamy reasons.
"That's quite alright," he assures. "You stay where you're most comfortable. My name is Bellamy Verta, as it were. I'll simply take the entire contraption inside, then."
He picks up the crate with ease, taking care not to jostle the human inside, and takes it into his living room, where he sets the crate down on the floor.
"You may come out whenever you're ready. There is no need to fear.”
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