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freakfang · 11 months ago

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With A Life Like This, Who Needs Hell?

Warning for vivisection, human experimentation, suicidal ideation, temporary character death, and mild exploration of the implications of Viv and Vex just kidnapping gang members.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Emizel Tucker, Viv Weylin, Vex Weylin

Relationships: Emizel Tucker & Vex Weylin & Viv Weylin

Word count: 1,670

Summary:

Emizel Tucker, age 16, goes missing after a night out with friends. He is reported as such 3 days later, when his father, used to his delinquency, gets fed up with what he presumes to be the boy skipping work. This is more than many similar cases of missing adolescents and young adults in Los Angeles have gotten.

The only people who usually notice the disappearances are the friends, fellow members of one of two gangs, the Demons and the Fangs. Of course, anybody involved in gang activity is unlikely to trust the police for help.

Of course, no mortal police force could help with what happens to the missing youths. The Weylin Twins are well above any mortal law, as well as most vampiric ones.

And Emizel Tucker has had the grave misfortune of catching their eyes.

Written for day 13 of @sintember, "Why won't you stay dead?!"

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Emizel Tucker is pretty sure he died at 16 in an alleyway because some Fang got a lucky punch on him. Because the only reasonable explanation for everything that's happened since then is that he's in Hell.

Then again, if he is in Hell, then the fact that he's been “dying” at all seems like a weird amount of mercy, with how peaceful it is right up until he ends up back in this fucking lab. The Adam Sandler movies are annoying, but the ocean of blood is fine, if edgy.

These weird twins definitely aren't human though, that he's sure of. The shit they've been doing to him doesn't make sense.

Illustrating his point perfectly, the one he's gathered is named Viv wedges her hands under his ribcage and just bends it open.

His brain glitches when it tries to process that. It sort of hurts in the same way hitting your funny bone hurts. Probably because your bones aren't supposed to do that.

Whatever, he'd let plenty of Fangs before the motherfucker that landed him here get in a spare hit just for the thrill of the pain. He grits his teeth and breathes through it.

Fuck, he can see his lungs inflating as he does that. He might need to revisit the “being in Hell” thing.

The other one, Vex, starts prodding around his organs, like this is the first time he's seen them.

“You know, Emizel, even beyond the obvious, you are quite the unusual specimen,” he remarks cheerfully, like he's not fondling Emizel's intestines.

He really, really wanted to punch him right now. But that hadn't gone well the last four times he'd tried, so instead, he choked out “You're one to fucking talk” in response. Still, his hands clenched with the urge to break the bastard's nose.

The way they talked to him while they opened him up like he was some sort of particularly interesting toy made him feel…something. Nothing as strong as the feeling of Vex squeezing his guts, but it was still strange.

They were probably just the kind of weirdos who only talked to other people in this kind of situation. Still, it beat having his entire mouth sealed shut, so he tried to respond and keep them interested in what he had to say.

Vex definitely got a kick out of it, giggling at the sharp words like they were a compliment.

“Oh, I'm well aware that me and my sister are unusual, especially to your limited perspective, but you're the man of the hour!”

As he said that, Viv did something that sent a static-y feeling up his spine, his legs twitching.

He hated that they didn't tie him down. He felt like a prey animal, like something so weak and scared that restraining it was a waste of time.

“Lucky me,” he spat with all the sarcasm he could manage.

“I do agree with your assertion, brother," Viv said. “Most of our subjects tend to scream out for somebody when in this much pain, as an instinctual response. Usually, parents.”

She glanced up from Emizel's ribcage to meet his eyes. Her eyes, bright white surrounded by blood red, struck a very rare feeling of outright fear into him. “You haven't the whole time you've been here.”

The absurdity of calling out to Jeffrey to help him mixed the spike of fear into a delirious ridiculousness. He actually might've preferred this to Jeffrey making him earn his keep. At least these two had better taste in music. They even thought he was interesting!

“What, do you guys not catch orphans?” he teased. Maybe the pain was getting to his head. It felt familiar, like the rush he got after a good fight.

Viv broke off a rib from his chest with casual ease, and Emizel shuddered.

As she inspected the marrow, she responded, “Not at all. In fact, the demographics of your gang are proportionally skewed towards parental abandonment.”

With a smile, Vex chimed in, “It does make our jobs much easier if we don't have to worry about Mommy and Daddy trying to track any of you down!”

Oh yeah. They controlled both the Demons and the Fangs, and didn't care about what happened with them.

Emizel had recognized pieces of the gross monsters they made, early on. A hand that felt familiar. Eyes that he'd seen before.

He was always going to end up here. No escaping it. And he had nobody who would care enough to find him except for the friends who'd join him soon.

He's pretty sure he cried about that the first time they revealed it, but he was numb to it now. Maybe Vex pulling out his heart that one time fucked that up.

Regardless, he definitely wasn't numb to the pins and needles feeling of their hands on him. It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was something completely new that he couldn't understand, and it was starting to feel kinda nice.

At least he had one leg up on these freaks. Every time he died, a voice had been counting down from 9, and he hadn't shared that with them. With the way they were studying him, he'd run out of lives soon. He'd die for real, and he wouldn't miss this lab, wouldn't miss the auto shop, and wouldn't miss his lack of a future. He'd flip his life the bird and find some other shit to do.

It was at that moment that Viv paused in her work and asked Vex, “Have you found anything particularly aberrant about his anatomy, brother?”

Vex groaned. “No, it's all small things I've seen before. Have you?”

Viv shook her head. “Aside from past fractures that weren't set, he's perfectly average. He'd make a textbook cadaver if he'd simply stay dead.”

Oh great, he's normal. How comforting.

They both stayed silent, lost in thought. Slowly, a smile crept back onto Vex's face.

“Sister, are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

With a simple look at him, Viv raised an eyebrow.

“If my assumption of what you're thinking is correct, I'd say that it's a worthwhile idea, but we'll have to be logical about it.”

Ugh, twins. Now he had no fucking clue what they were on about.

Vex grabbed Viv by the shoulders, enthused and getting blood on her white lab coat.

“If it all went right, he could be our next masterpiece!”

Emizel started to panic. He'd seen the fucked up creatures Vex called their “artwork”, and he didn't want to be trapped in some kind of fucking human meatball forever.

“I must concur, his true immortality could yield fascinating results in a kindred form,” she said, looking at Emizel with some sort of consideration on her face.

“I'll grab one of the thralls at once!”

“Wait, we should put more consideration into this. I'm unsure that making him a Brujah would be wise, brother. We've already seen how violent his temperament is, wouldn't that be quite the handful?”

Yeah, Emizel officially had no fucking clue what they were on about, but he wanted no part of it. Please, please, just go back to ripping him apart until he'd finally stay a pile of meat on the floor—

Vex looked upset about that comment, though. “Just look at him, Viv! Making him anything other than Brujah would be an insult to our talent! We can't have subpar artwork on purpose!”

Viv's rationality seemed to waver when faced with the potential of this next experiment they could perform on Emizel, like they hadn't done enough already.

“Okay, I concede to your point, Vex. This should make his generation 10th, correct?”

Vex was already rushing out the door with vigor at Viv's approval, leaving with the comment of “We can always find a way to lower it later if we want him to be stronger!”

Viv rolled her eyes. “His impulsivity will find us our final deaths one day,” she muttered to herself.

With that comment out, she turned back to Emizel, like she'd just remembered he was here.

She grinned, and Emizel was fucking terrified. She wasn't the one that did that, and he still didn't know what the fuck they were going to do to him.

“He didn't even remember to close you up first,” she said almost sweetly. Emizel went to stutter out some response, but before he could, she grabbed the opened flaps of his skin and crossed them back over his torso. She pressed them back together so forcefully he wheezed, and they messily bonded back together like clay.

“He's going to complain about that later, but I'm sure he's going to fuss over your skin regardless.”

Her smile bared her teeth as she talked, and for the first time, Emizel noticed that they had fangs.

“I must confess, I'm excited to see how you come out of this, Emizel Tucker. Behave yourself, and you might become one of the most terrifying things we've ever made.”

The promise of that statement enticed him, even through his fear. He didn't want to be anything like the monsters he'd seen so far, but the idea of becoming something even scarier than that appealed to him.

She used a hand to hold his head back against the table, and he noticed how cold she was to the touch.

She leaned down, fangs bared, and bit into his neck.

He tensed for a moment, then suddenly relaxed.

He felt calm. Peaceful. If he focused on it, he could still feel a pleasant sting from the teeth piercing his skin.

He was getting lightheaded, like his blood was all somewhere else.

“Oh,” he said dumbly. “You're vampires.”

He felt Viv stifle a laugh at that, still drinking from him.

He was feeling the newly-familiar fade of dying now, but it sounded like his plan of dying forever wouldn't work out.

Maybe he could accept staying here for a while. If anything was made to stay in hell, it would be a Demon.

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freakfang · 11 months ago

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The Real Vampire Society

Warning for rape, non-consensual blood bonding, and a whole theme about abuse of authority.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Shilo Bathroy, Edward Twilight, Arthur Bennett

Relationships: Edward Twilight/Shilo Bathroy, Arthur Bennett & Shilo Bathroy

Word count: 2,845

Summary:

What a shame, what a pain, what horrible luck, for the sheltered young prince to be drugged at his very first Elysium! Politics have gone too far, what sort of monster would do that to such a poor young thing? Thank Caine for the beloved, kind Primogen, that he was keen enough to notice the nobody at the same body trying to sneak away with the prince, and that he was kind enough to offer his own time to take care of him!

Isn't it so frightening that the prince would be foolish enough to trust a stranger over such an authority?

Or, a little divergence from Elysium. Edward Twilight, social butterfly, could have taken Shilo much sooner and with much more ease. And used Arthur's creepiness against him, to boot!

Written for day 9 of @sintember, "Horrifying concept, thank you".

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Shilo clung to Arthur, trying as best as he could to remember how to put one foot in front of the other.

It was definitely harder than it should be. He couldn't even look up, the flashing lights and moving people of the Elysium were completely disorienting for him. Really, Arthur was practically carrying him towards the exit.

But at least the exit would be safe. Safe from this disorientation, safe from these horrible people, and safe from—

“Edward. Did you have anything else to say to me?”

Shilo tensed, matching Arthur as well, and despite it being too late, he felt the urge to hide behind him. What could Edward want with them now?

“Nothing much, brah. I just wanted to say a little bye, since it looks like you're leaving so soon.”

“Yes. My apologies, but something came up.”

“Oh, really? Like what?” Edward said curiously, as if he was just as oblivious to this as he was to most things.

Shilo could practically feel Arthur grit his teeth as he responded, “Like the body that the Prince was served being drugged.”

Edward gasped, and the crowd he drew gasped with him, all eyes suddenly on Shilo once again.

“That's horrible! Let me say right now, I am so, so, so sorry that this happened to you at your first ever Elysium, My Prince.”

Shilo kept his head down, definitely not wanting to meet Edward's eyes right now.

He opened his mouth, needing to say something to wave Edward off, but his brain felt like it was full of cotton, and remembering how to move his mouth was difficult.

What came out was a slurred “'s fine, jus' wanna go home now.”

Edward responded with an inquisitive “Oh?”, and something underneath it flooded Shilo's already cold veins with ice, an instinctive understanding that whatever he'd said was the wrong answer.

“If you wanna head back to the castle now, I can set that up in a flash, brah.”

Gripping tighter to Arthur, Shilo stammered. “N-no, s'ry, I misspoke, I—”

“No, please, allow me, Prince. It's the least I can do to take responsibility for this horrible event.”

“With all due respect, Primogen, the Prince has declined your offer. He does not wish to return to the castle right now.”

Even without the same heightened senses Arthur possessed, Shilo felt like he could hear one of Edward's blood vessels popping.

Still keeping a calm face, and without missing a beat, he responded, “Well, I don't have to take him back to his mommy. But if somebody's out to get this little guy, then maybe somebody powerful should be watching him.”

“I assure you, I am quite skilled in use of the Disciplines. I can, and will, protect the Prince—”

Edward dropped the friendly façade, sending Arthur a cold glare.

“It's kinda sus that you wanna take the Prince with you so bad, Arthur.”

Elysium froze.

“What are you accusing me of?” Arthur said carefully.

“I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, brah. I wanna see the best in everyone! But I noticed that you and that freaky little fledgling of yours were at the same body as the Prince. And I think that makes you two suspects numero uno and dos.”

Shilo needed to say something. Say he trusted Arthur and Emizel, say that they'd done more to help him so far than anyone else, scream about how Edward was the one to force him to drink in the first place.

He could barely keep those thoughts in his head, let alone organize them enough to speak. All that came out of his mouth was a groan as he leaned heavier against Arthur.

Noticing the shift, Edward spoke again, extending an arm. “Let's speed this up, the Prince looks ready to topple over.”

Shilo felt Arthur's grip on him tighten. With half-formed thoughts of how this could go worse in his head, Shilo brushed him off, stumbling over to grab Edward's offered arm.

“It's okay, Arthur, I…Edward is fine,” he slurred, sparing great effort to lift his head and look Arthur in the eyes. Not that he could see them through the sunglasses, but hopefully Arthur could see that there was no winning this fight. He didn't need to publicly make an enemy of a Primogen for Shilo, not after everything else he's done for him. Shilo would be fine.

All the tension left Arthur's body, replaced by a sort of…sad resignation that felt familiar on him.

“As you wish, Prince Shilo.”

Edward's hold on him felt different. Not physically, but different, somehow. It supported him no less, and yet the thought that he was helpless without it, helpless to resist it, sent revulsion shuddering through his skin.

Edward was clearly much more relaxed now, turning back to Arthur with a smirk. “Thanks for understanding, brah. No offense meant, but you come off a little…shady.”

The crowd chuckled at the pun, and Shilo's head throbbed as Edward began to lead them away.

He kept his head down yet again, not only to hide from the sight of Elysium, but also out of shame. He could register bits and pieces of conversation about how kind Edward was to give up the rest of his night to take care of him.

This “kindness” tasted just as wrong on his tongue as the blood that caused it. Honeyed sweet to disguise something worse underneath. What, Shilo couldn't begin to guess, but it couldn't be good.

He shuffled as best he could, but he could feel Edward getting annoyed by his slow pace. It just- he didn't know what was in that blood, but it was only getting harder for him to walk, to think.

With the same charming face as ever, Edward turned to him, quipping “It'll take us all night to cross the floor at this rate, brah. Let me give you a lift.”

With that, he leaned down and picked up Shilo, carrying him in his arms like he weighed nothing. Shilo's head spun, and the crowd around cooed.

Shilo knew he shouldn't accept this, but his thoughts really were starting to slow down, and he didn't know if he could stand again if Edward did put him down.

The crowd parted for them as they moved.

Edward smelled nice.

Shilo buried his head in Edward's shoulder, finally blocking out the flashing, headache-inducing lights of Elysium, and let himself be carried wherever.

Shortly later, they were in some sort of lowly-lit, smaller room, the sounds of Elysium muffled as well. With the change in atmosphere, Shilo couldn't help but relax.

Edward set him down on something soft. Despite everything he'd done tonight, Shilo couldn't help but start to feel appreciative of him. It wasn't like they had proof that Edward had drugged the body. Maybe he had just wanted the Prince to honor their shared subjects. Maybe somebody else had a problem with him and wanted to frame Edward for it.

Edward walked away for…a moment. Shilo wasn't sure how long. Time was starting to feel weird and shaky. But he came back with a very nice cup, clear and full of dark blood.

“It, like, super sucks that I'm the reason you're messed up right now, so I brought you a lil sip to make up for it.”

Shilo smiled groggily, attempting to move to accept his offer, but only succeeding in flopping an arm around uncoordinatedly.

Edward, noticing the reaction, propped Shilo up against the armrest behind him, putting a hand on the back of his neck to steady him and using a thumb to tilt his head back.

“Drink up, little pequeño bro,” he said, watching Shilo's mouth intently as he lifted the cup to his lips.

The blood inside trickled into Shilo's mouth at a perfectly manageable pace, and as it touched his tongue, the sweet taste made him feel much better. He swallowed his drink as quickly as he could, taste coating his throat and giving him a nice, floaty feeling that took away the rest of his headache.

As he drank, he felt more and more grateful for Edward and how kind he was being. He didn't have to go out of his way to get Shilo blood, and to feed it to him like this too? Maybe this was his way of apologizing for his pushiness earlier!

The blood stopped flowing, and Edward tilted his head back down, using a thumb to wipe the blood off of his lips.

“Wow, you must've been hungry. I'll have to feed you some more later. For now, though, you just focus on getting some Z's.”

Shilo nodded, appreciating both the offer and the opportunity to rest. Even beyond his limbs feeling heavy and awkward to move, the headache had still left his brain slow and tired, and a nap sounded very nice right now.

Keeping his hands on Shilo, Edward pushed him back down onto the soft seat, and Shilo sank into it.

He would've been perfectly happy to let the world fade away completely, until he felt Edward's hands still on him, moving.

He tried to ask him what he was doing, but all he could get out was a muffled sound of confusion.

Still, Edward answered his unspoken question. “I'm just helping you get comfortable, little brah. These clothes are like, super stuffy, and they'll probably get wrinkled if you snooze in them.”

Oh, that made sense! Shilo relaxed again, letting Edward maneuver him to pull his coat off and take off his corset. He was right, the clothes were sort of uncomfortable, and the corset had so many buttons that it was surprising he got it off so easily.

It was when his hands started to undo Shilo's pants that Shilo felt like something was wrong again. He would prefer to stay decent while asleep, even if the clothes were rather formal. He always dressed in this manner, after all, the clothes were not that uncomfortable to him.

As Edward pulled the pants off his legs, Shilo whined. He tried to close his legs, but Edward pressed them back open, shushing him again.

“Don't worry about it, just let Big Papa Eddie take care of you.”

Shilo really, really wanted to trust him. He hadn't been the nicest tonight, but he had just seemed like he was trying to be better! He'd been concerned for Shilo, and carried him when it got hard to walk, and brought him to this much more private room, but- Shilo doesn't think anyone's seen this much of his body since he was a child and his mother or uncle still had to help him dress. At the very least, this was definitely improper.

He jolted at the feeling of Edward's bare hands against his skin, sliding under his shirt and touching his stomach. Despite the gentle touch also being something he couldn't remember feeling since childhood, it made him shudder. He wanted to push Edward away, but his arms were still so weak for some reason, his very brain upset at how much he was thinking instead of just letting himself slide into blissful unconsciousness.

“C'mon brah, don't fight me, just let it happen. You'll feel all better tomorrow,” Edward said, suddenly next to his ear. Shilo shivered at the feeling of his cold breath against his face, at the feeling of so much of his skin being exposed to open air. His shirt was pushed up onto his chest by now, the beautiful clothes he'd been given strewn in piles on the floor.

Edward's hands slipped lower, toying with the waistband of his boxers.

Shilo started crying. Whatever Edward was doing, it couldn't be anything good. This was gross, and Shilo didn't want it, and tears started dripping down his face as he whined again.

Shilo's underwear slipped down his legs, exposing his most sensitive flesh to open air. No, no, this couldn't be happening—

Edward sat up, and after he dropped Shilo's last scrap of modesty to the floor, Shilo felt hands curl under his knees, pressing them up to his shoulders and folding him in half. Shilo started to sob, and in response, Edward's thumbs rubbed circles into his inner thighs in a disturbing mimicry of comfort.

“It's alright, let it all out, little guy. Nobody can hear you back here,” he soothed.

Shilo obliged, crying louder.

Still keeping his legs pressed to his chest, Edward reached over him to grab something from an end table. Shilo heard the snap of a bottle cap, then felt a cold and disgustingly slick finger press into him.

He cut his own sob off with a gasp, eyes wide with bloody tears still pooled in them.

“Wow, you're tight. Is it your first time?”

Shilo groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. He wanted the intrusion out, but beyond his instinctual reaction, his body refused to push against it. He couldn't help but stay limp.

Edward smirked. “Don't worry, you're in great hands. I didn't get so popular without having a few tricks up my sleeve, aha.”

Shilo felt him poking around, exploring his body. He tried to hide in the darkness behind his eyelids, not able to look at the scene before him.

The darkness was safer.

Arthur was safer.

But he couldn't hear anyone through the walls separating them, and there was no way anyone would hear him.

Edward brushed a specific, tender spot inside him, and Shilo twitched involuntarily. Even the way his body moved was controlled by Edward now…

Edward took note of the twitch, pressing down against the spot firmly. “I'm getting ready to make you feel real good, brah.”

The movements inside him were starting to feel good. Shilo didn't want Edward to be making him feel good anymore.

A second finger pressed at his hole, and his traitorous, poisoned body was relaxed enough to let it in.

Some part of him gave up at that, instead trying to focus on anything else.

The room around him was dark.

The seat under him was soft and fuzzy.

Every voice he heard was muffled, too far away to help or hurt him.

Maybe this was just a nightmare.

It felt too nice for a nightmare.

The fingers pulled out of him, and he whined, pushing his eyes open the slightest bit.

“Time to make your dreams come true, baby boy,” Edward cooed.

The reminder of what was happening to him hurt like a stake to his heart, and left him just as helpless.

Something thicker pressed against his entrance, and his tears returned. But not from pain. The stretch felt nauseatingly good, his relaxed muscles giving way to the intrusion, that carefully massaged spot inside him lighting up at the contact.

Shilo choked on a sob. He wished Edward would just hurt him instead.

Edward stopped when he was all the way inside for just a moment, leaning down to kiss the tear tracks on Shilo's cheeks. Shilo tried so hard to push him away, but his arm would barely press against Edward.

Edward clasped his hand over the one Shilo had pressed to his chest, interlocking their fingers.

“Bet this feels like a lot, huh? It's alright, just take it all in and enjoy.”

With that, he started moving, pulling out then pushing back in at a painfully gentle pace. Shilo keened involuntarily, feeling his arousal betray him.

The steady rocking back and forth made him want to throw up everything he'd drank tonight, but even so, his hips twitched like they wanted to press back against it.

If he just- if he just ignored him, if he just blocked out Edward's voice from his ears- maybe he could just enjoy it like he asked.

Maybe it was unfair to ignore Edward when he was doing all this work to make Shilo feel good, but a prince was allowed to be a touch selfish, right?

Shilo relaxed into the thrusts, moans slipping out of his lips now that he didn't hold them back. He felt his dick twitch against his stomach.

“Aww, I think the little guy wants some attention too, doesn't he?”

Shilo whimpered, nodding weakly and bucking his hips the best he could.

The hand against him was perfect, soft but firm in grip, stroking just in sync with the thrusts.

Blood kept spilling down his face, his tears pushed out by how much was inside him, how much he was feeling.

The pleasure only added more, building up, curling in his stomach in the space the nausea had left.

He couldn't scream as he came, only whining as his body tensed one more time. With the way the liquid splattered on his stomach, maybe it was a good thing his shirt was pushed up.

He started sinking, falling away from his body. The continued movements inside him were a little uncomfortable, but he could barely feel them. He could barely feel much of anything.

“Go ahead and take that nap now, buddy. You probably won't remember any of this tomorrow.”

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