#adding into the recent vamp fever BUT. with a fun twist

[loverducky]

okay. hear me out. vamp!oliver who used to charm his victims left and right, who never wanted for blood because he always had someone throwing themselves at him.

and then the apocalypse hit.

vamp!oliver who’s now forced to ration out his blood, to take what meals he can from the rare survivors he can find. sometimes he ingratiates himself into groups, charms them and promises them protection in exchange for his meals — vampiric strength goes a long way when defending against the more mindless undead —but such situations are always tenuous.

(one way or another, the “sacrifices” are discovered, and while the ensuing bloodbaths grant him ample opportunity to drink his fill, well. it’s not really a long-term solution, is it?)

vamp!oliver who discovers you, a lone survivor, amidst his wandering. a scrappy little thing, full of venom and spite; he’s enraptured by the way you struggle, your desperation to live even in these hellish conditions.

vamp!oliver who considers that it might be time for a different approach to this whole apocalypse thing. groups are nothing but trouble, but you? you might just be the bloodbag he’s been looking for.