#Vampire Eclipse

[miwachan2]

What if I do this

The cheese of truth!

*throw a cheese at vamp eclipse*

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Our Guest Chapter 1

Vampire!Sun, Vampire!Moon, Vampire!Eclipse x Hunter Reader

(You arrive at a sinister and luxurious castle with the innocent intention of checking why its mysterious residents haven't been paying any taxes or utilities for the past several centuries. Very useful excuse for a vampire hunter to have when trying to do some good old infiltrating. The three vampire lords however, fully intend to capture and seduce you, but that is a bit difficult when you keep asking them about their financial books. Will they be able to make you theirs? Are they onto your little schemes and playing along? Will you finally get that plate of cupcakes? We'll find out)

“There is a beautiful and delicious darling waiting at our castle door, brothers.“

“This is practical, normally we have to go out and hunt for one of those. Apparently the whole process switched to free postal service.“

“I can taste the tantalizing sweetness in their veins even from here. All shall envy our fortune, no other lord of the night will ever have access to such nectar.“

Three vampiric aristocrats were huddling together behind the velvet curtains, trying to get a discreet peek at the unexpected visitor that had rung the castle doorbell, disturbing their nocturnal activities. The boys had been on their best behaviour. Trust them.

Prior to this, Marquis Moon had been composing a new sonata, writing notes in expert penmanship before playing the piece beautifully, but no beloved was there to hear it. Viscount Sun had just been in the middle of painting a new masterpiece, creating wonders with each stroke of his brush, but he had found himself in need of a model to pose for him.

Grand Duke Eclipse's craftsmanship was unmatched when it came to jewellery, his combinations and designs of precious stones and metals resembling physical manifestations of poetry, yet no beauty had been available to wear them, no delicate fingers to offer home for his rings nor lovely neck he could adorn with gold and rubies.

How convenient of you to come and solve their problems, dear Y/N!

You stood at the door, umbrella in hand, calm, smiling, without a care in the world. Possibly wondering why it was taking so long for someone to come to the door. Truth be told, it was a pretty big castle, maybe the residents just needed time to get from one side to the other, you never know.

The three brothers eyed you through the window with hunger, lust and curiosity. It was quite cold outside and your cheeks were red. You were doe-eyed, delectable, theirs for the taking.

Moon's preternatural senses were sharper than those of his brothers, capable of detecting even the smallest of details when it came to analysing a living creature, perfectly appropriate skills for a hunter of his calibre. He could hear the stable rhythm of your heart, memorising it as if it were a beat of a musical piece, something he should use in composing. He could make a whole symphony with your heartbeat as inspiration for tempo, the flow of your sweet blood serving as inspiration for the flow of his music.

Moon spoke, his voice almost a raspy whisper:

“Most unusual, not a single trace of fear in them. Posture almost immaculate, joy and confidence in their bearing, almost as if they just entered an amusement park. Shall we give them a little scare? The steady cadence of their heart could use some excitement, every calm melody needs a good crescendo from time to time.“

Viscount Sun huffed, disagreeing:

“Fear adds such a bitter taste and ruins both the palate and the palette. Various emotions change the chemical components of the nectar of life, different combinations create different flavours, similarly how different colours form various new shades on the canvas. Just look what a soft little thing they are. Such a delicate disposition, definitely not made for this type of weather nor your sadistic chasing games, Moonie.“

“Do not spoil my fun, Sunny.“

“Why chase when you can entice?“

“That is a very interesting way of admitting that you are tragically bad at tracking prey.“

“If only you were as good at throwing compliments as you were with throwing insults, you wouldn't have to chase anyone in the first place.“

Eclipse held up a red beryl gem and gazed at it, as if silently asking a question. A green mist appeared within, whispering to him in a language only he could understand. He listened intently, maroon circles appearing in his golden eyes for a swift moment, before disappearing. All in due time.

Sun and Moon were still having their little argument and he decided it was time to put an end to it:

“Enough, we cannot keep them waiting out there forever. They will freeze before any of you gets a chance to do anything at all. We should warm them up.“

As you were waiting for someone to finally deign to answer the door, you took your time to admire the castle's exterior. You were very fond of such aesthetic and your inner scholar felt like a cat that had fallen into a whole basket of catnip.

Even in the dark of the night and heavy rain, it was fairly easy to discern that it was a place of splendour, its design a combination of Renaissance and Gothic architecture. There was a wide variety of turrets and towers, marvellous rose windows, loggias and galleries, facade ornaments containing statues of figures from Classical antiquity.

Nevertheless, Beauty always had an interesting tendency of holding hands with the Grotesque. Therefore, something lugubrious reigned in the air, a perpetual feeling of gloom, as if there were an echo of forgotten funeral bells, suspended between reality and imagination. Life and Death, Luxury and Decay, all of it intertwined in a shameless orgy of contradictory concepts.

October rain was a perfect proverbial cherry on top. Honestly, there was no better time of the year to make a little detour at such a place. It just didn't hit the same if one were to visit a sinister chateau in June.

The season of Autumn had arrived like an old friend, having just gotten out of its elegant carriage, clad in russet cloaks and vermillion capes, bringing gifts, ripe grapes and apples, calling for harvest and summoning everyone to bask in the final rays of golden sunlight before stern Winter shrouds the land with snow.

However, your particular journey had a few setbacks, forcing you to use all of your negotiation skills to get a local taxi driver to get you to the desired address.

The aforementioned driver was currently sitting in the parked car, keeping the engine running, waiting for your further instructions. He was looking at the building's imposing structure with an expression of visceral fear and the only thing holding him from simply driving away was the suspiciously large amount of cash you had given him to bring you there in the first place.

How lovely, all of our main characters were so trustworthy.

Other than your sudden presence, all had seemed to be perfectly peaceful in our dear castle, not a creature stirred. The bats were napping, the owls nesting, the spiders were wondering whether they should protect their web designs in the central intellectual property system. All was calm. Well, a few poor fellows in the dungeons may not have been having the best time of their lives, but you can't make everyone happy.

You had gotten yourself well-acquainted with the names and ranks of your targets. Pardon, “auditees“. Although, considering the nature of your visit, both terms could equally apply, the revenue and audit business was a cruel one. You had done extensive reading on the subject of their suspicious “economic activities“, along with all the macabre phenomena that had been connected to them. You should be feeling some sort of anxiety over the whole task, but honestly, you were rather giddy. You loved a challenge. What a wonderful way to spend the spooky season.

The heavy door opened in front of you. You looked upwards at the looming shadowy figure, a pair of golden eyes glowing in the penumbra, a deep husky voice greeting you:

“Do my eyes deceive me? A bright morning star is visiting us, is it dawn already? Welcome, welcome, bringer of light.“

“Good evening, sir. Please accept my sincere apologies for disturbing your household so late. You are the Grand Duke, I presume?“

“What a polite little thing you are. Indeed, you presume correctly. Now, why are you here in the middle of nowhere at such an ungodly hour? Lost your way?“

The vampire lord was looking at you as if you were the last scrumptious morsel on that side of the known universe, which could be interpreted as both flattering and unnerving.

Before you could answer, you noticed that two additional figures appeared at his side, a gaze of menacing crimson and one of ardent blue. You spoke, tone chirpy and cheerful:

“The Marquis and the Viscount! What an honour, I only heard the best about your artistic talents.“

“Oh, did you come all the way here for an autograph, dearest? Or perhaps a private performance?“

You smiled at them, tilting your head like a kitten that was trying to charm its owner into getting treats.

“May I come in? I will make it quick, I promise.“

The three of them gave each other a look, grinning as if thoroughly amused.

“Interesting, usually we are the ones asking such a question. Come in, come in! Do tell us, are you a tourist? We love tourists that desperately need assistance with directions. Adore them, very much so.“

“You love to help them?“

“Hm? Ah, yes, yes. Definitely love to help them.“

“Actually, I have been sent by the Revenue and Audit Bureau, I am here on official business. The usual, suspected tax fraud, unpaid utilities and so on. “

They definitely didn't expect that. Oh, no, no. Confusion reigned for a solid minute, before you casually presented your very legitimate credentials, letting them read. Sun was the first to break the silence with a slightly hysterical laugh. He reached to give you a little pat on the head.

“Are you now, my pretty? We still love making new friends, even when they come from financial institutions!“

“The taxi is waiting for me with my baggage still, so I won't take long and will just ask you a few preliminary questions. This visit was really just intended for me to announce that I would be conducting this procedure in the following days. I will be making a few additional visits during the week just for the sake of the inspection, then I shall be on my merry way with the report.“

“Nonsense! We cannot let you go back on the road in this weather. Besides, the local hotel is more terrifying than a graveyard at the witching hour. Do stay with us, we have plenty of comfortable chambers, we cannot let you fly away like a little comet in the night.“

“Oh, you are very generous, but that won't be necessary. Business aside, it is still a great pleasure to make your acquiantance.“

You extended your hand to them, expecting a firm and professional handshake. What could possibly go wrong there?

Everything.

Your eyes widened when the Grand Duke took your hand and kissed it, taking his sweet time. By the time he released it, your cheeks must have gone through several shades of red.

“The pleasure is all ours, morning star.“

As if that wasn't enough to make your heart skip a beat or ten, the Viscount and Marquis joined the fun, as well, each of them placing little kisses on your knuckles.

Alright, apparently neither side would be playing a fair game.

They knew exactly what they were doing. Their gestures and ministrations provided an excellent distraction, making you drop your mental defenses for a few precious seconds, enough for them to work their spell on you as you began to lose yourself in their eyes.

Several firm rules existed when it came to dealing with vampires and you just messed up the most crucial one: do not let yourself be mesmerized.

And yet.

Combine that with your natural curiosity and desire for knowledge, and there you have it, a freshly baked disaster, straight out of the oven.

Suppressing your fascination with the three of them had suddenly become a very difficult task. You had never seen such facial structures nor anatomy before. True, you had seen your fair share of weird things in your short little life, but you were still very much taken aback.

The three aristocrats possessed celestial features reminiscent of their heavenly namesakes, a perfect union of Beauty and the Grotesque, allowing such an appearance to be more alluring than simply awe-inspiring. The brothers were preternaturally handsome, of impressive height, wolfish grins always present, everything about them was perfectly tailored to entrap both willing and unwilling victims.

Sun's canines were discreet but still very sharp, appropriate for someone whose primary role was to lure and enchant. Moon's were far more prominent and intimidating, the rest of his teeth possessing a similar razor edge, fit for a predator meant to deliver efficient results. Eclipse's were the sharpest and most lethal, establishing his status of being the most formidable and terrifying member of the group.

Rich scents were lingering in the air around them, amber, vanilla, cardamom, rose oil, lovely, oh, so lovely.

It took you a solid several seconds to register the fact that you still had to use your words to speak, but the glow of their eyes was so magnificent, magnetic, such ethereal beauty, entire worlds were present in them, promising pleasures untold.

It was as if the concept of time had suddenly been shattered like a fairy tale mirror, seconds became centuries. How long had you been silent and simply standing there in pure adoration?

And yet, a certain part of you suddenly awakened, grasping the rest of your soul by the hand and pulling it out of the mindless haze, showing that it had power strong enough to escape the tendrils of darkness. You had a task, after all. Let's remain professional.

Unbeknownst to you, the brothers were somewhat shocked with your ability to get your mind back on track, even after direct exposure to the hypnotic power of all three of them. True, they had only been using a low level of their mind control magic, but it was still impressive, considering that most humans would simply choose to remain in the comforting embrace of oblivion. Why on earth would anyone choose to return to the cold fields of reality?

During all of that, your grip had slackened on the umbrella's handle and a suspiciously strong wind current blew it away right out of your hand before you even had time to realize what is going on, leaving you unprotected from the pouring rain.

By the time you had finally returned to your senses, you were partially soaked from the deluge and the wind was really not doing you any favours. You made a cute sneeze, followed by another.

“Pardon me. Now, as I was saying-“

Another adorable sneeze. You honestly hoped that this wouldn't make your reputation suffer one day.

Eclipse casually commented, smirking:

“You won't be able to last the drive to the hotel like that. Unless you are prepared to deal with potential pneumonia.“

Before you could protest, Sun eagerly trapped both your hands in his grasp, giving them a little squeeze and massaging them as if trying to warm you up. He didn't let go even when you tried to pull away.

“Goodness, darling comet, your hands are so cold. You will catch your death out there, we must insist that you stay here with us for the whole week. It is very cozy and comfy inside, we can build you a whole nest of blankets after a nice hot bath. Moonie, go get their things and give the good driver some extra compensation, will you?“

You blinked as Moon passed by with a speed that was certainly not normal by any means. You could have sworn that you felt the most tender of caresses along your cheek, a motion so swift that your eyes could barely catch it, but your nerves certainly did. It was difficult to supress a shudder.

Enthusiastic and almost mad with glee, Moon got all of your things from the car, hastily throwing a bag full of jewels in the taxi driver's face as additional payment, ignoring the man's muffled yelp, before dashing right back at the door, carrying your baggage as if it weighed nothing.

A few moments later the only thing that was heard was the rain falling and the sound of the car tires shrieking as it drove off, leaving you alone with your eager and enamoured hosts.

You made a little squeak of surprise as you were suddenly pulled inside, the door closing and making a dramatic echo in the stormy night.

A few words were in order regarding the noble residence. The whole castle served both as a comfortable home and as a convenient trap for newcomers. It was true that the classical process of hunting provided a wonderful thrill, a tingle so exquisite that nothing could compare. Chasing and tracking chosen prey, what a delight, sensing the beating heart, the warmth of blood, bliss beyond description. However, there were times when it seemed appropriate to play a more elegant game, inviting and letting the victims enter the web willingly.

Therefore, our handsome vampire lords had a habit of organizing ostentatious dance parties, having a very strict dress code where all the guests had to dress in accordance with the fashion of the late 18th century. A grand feast would be prepared, fireworks, concerts, luxuries that would place kings to shame, a decadent display of wealth and desire. The celestial vampires would then proceed to charm and seduce their victims, one by one, all of them giving themselves, mind, body and soul.

If all went well, and usually it did, the experience could be pleasurable for all those involved. One drinking from the neck, the other two relishing the sweetness on the pulsating wrist arteries. If things were a bit more amorous, all of them would nibble and drink the precious blood from the inner thigh area.

Sharing was caring, after all.

There was something beautifully intimate about the whole process. Drinking life. Hungry licks and bites, gestures of both a lover and a murderer. For an enemy, tearing out the heart and drinking from the source seemed like a worthy way of evening an old score, but for allies it would always be a pleasant little bite and a quick drink, leaving the victim alive and well.

They harboured a heightened appreciation of the human body. Flesh was aesthetically pleasing, beautiful, pulsing with life, warmth, all those wonderful things that were ready to be stolen. Blood illuminated by moonlight, blood illuminated by early rays of dawn. Art, it was pure art.

Furthermore, the brothers had additional powers conveniently associated with their artistic skills. Temporary enthrallment was a wonderful tool, but they created their own ways of ensuring a more permanent bond with those they allowed to live, assuring that no matter where they run, they could always be called upon and summoned like obedient pets.

Sun would sometimes use some of the precious blood as an additional pigment ingredient for his paintings, no different from Moon at times combining it with ink to write musical notes as he composed. It served as a type entrapment of the person's mind, having a part of them forever bound to them, their soul captured in their art, their music.

If Moon were to play a piece written with the blood of one person, they would immediately succumb to the pull, making haste to heed their master's call no matter what. Similarly, if Sun were to paint with that specific colour containing the blood pigment, he could make the person do whatever the picture was showing in that current moment.

Eclipse's ability was the most potent, he was capable of trapping the entire soul of a person in jewels, ensuring absolute control over their mind and heart whenever he wished. In death they would remain his prisoners, their spirits and energy his to use as he pleased.

Such magic was terrifying even in the world of vampires and therefore a majority of them had acknowledged the celestial brothers as royalty among immortals.

Now, let us return to your fun little predicament with those very sane individuals that certainly only had your best interests at heart.

Moon made haste to bolt the doors as soon as you were inside, of course. Sun's giggle was slightly maniacal as he winked at you.

“Security reasons, my pretty. You never know what beasts are lurking out there, dangerous times we live in.“

You pouted, removing your soaked coat and trying to get your hair to somewhat dry by combing your fingers through it.

“Oh, yes, that is quite true that one can never be too careful, my dear sir. In fact, I think I saw a few life insurance agents on my way here. Truly frightening creatures, the lot of them, wouldn't recommend meeting them in a dark alley under any circumstance whatsoever.“

Moon's voice was close once more, it seemed almost as if he moved as swiftly as a shadow, one could miss him within a single blink.

“There could be some other monsters wandering around, shining comet.“

“Such as?“

“Do you happen to know which creature of the Night feeds on the essence of the living, stalking and doing all it can to attract prey?“

“The HR department?“

Ignoring his confusion, your focus shifted to the grandeur of the interior. They weren't lying, it was undoubtedly cozy and wonderful to behold. Comforting heat was coming from the fireplace. Thick carpets with elaborate patterns were present all over the hardwood flooring. Walls were decorated with intricate tapestries and paintings, golden sconces, cabinets containing Venetian glass and crystal figurines, not a single surface was left bare. Vaulted ceilings, frescoes painted in each available bit of space, creating a wonderful effect that only a mad artist could concoct in a fever dream of divine inspiration.

Which is probably what had happened, considering Sun's habits.

However, elements of the supernatural and macabre continued to linger. Some paintings had eyes that seemed a bit too alive, while others would become more and more disturbing the longer you looked at them. Statues appeared to be capable of changing their pose at a whim and it was easy to miss the motion itself within a mere blink. Shadows cast from the fireplace were not following any law of physics, undulating and writhing on the floor as they please, sometimes creating monstrous shapes.

Marvellous. Beyond description, fascinating. Had it not been for your task, you would have gladly spent a whole eternity studying the components and properties of the whole structure.

You were brought back to reality when you realized that you were still very much shivering and that you really needed to get your hair properly dried.

You gasped as you suddenly felt Eclipse wrap his cloak around you from behind, pulling you closer to his form, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. Goodness gracious, was that a secret additional pair of arms he had?

“Sir!“

“There was no time to fetch you a blanket, consider this an urgent alternative.“

“Don't you think this is a bit of a compromising position?“

“Preposterous, that must be the feverish delirium talking. This cruel weather is detrimental for soft flowers such as yourself.“

“I suppose by this logic it must the delirium that is squeezing my hips right now?“

He purred in your ear:

“Relax, morning star, you need warmth, we cannot allow you to get ill under our care.“

“I think I am very warm now, though.“

“Hush, be still, let us take care of you.“

Viscount Sun made sure to get your attention once more.

“You know, sweetness, many have pursued us for various reasons, but tax evasion was never one of them. This is going to be a fun new experience for all of us.“

It was perfectly within your right to struggle and act indignant in order to free yourself, but you were aware that you had to be diplomatic and collected for the moment. Antagonizing your hosts would yield no results and would certainly make your job far more difficult than it needed to be.

You had to remain professional, it was a task like any other. Yes, your hosts were not really the best examples of sanity nor did they seem to be aware of the concept of personal space, but you couldn't let that distract you from your duties. Someone had to be mature in the whole situation, after all. You cleared your throat, trying to appear as dignified as possible in your current position.

Adjusting a bit, ignoring the fact that you were still being held tightly by four arms, you managed to reach for your pocket to get a little notepad and a pencil. It was a rather comical scene to behold, since you had limited options and an even more limited space to maneuver in, but by some miracle you were able to make a few scribbles on the paper. Such an action required the same skill level one usually achieves when trying to get work done with one cat asleep on their computer and five additional cats on their lap and head.

Sun was very much offended with you playing with the paper and pencil instead of letting him warm your hands. You spoke:

“Alright, I will need some basic information for now, such as source of income, registered businesses, unregistered activities that may go under the radar of the government. You do realize that there is an unusually large cemetery on the way here that is not even on the map?“

“I can answer all of those for you. Accumulated heirloom. Pleasure is our only business and business is doing well! As for the final one, well, it is such a tragedy how incompetent cartographers are these days, my dear.“

“Regardless, I still have to conduct a thorough investigation and write a report, it is a formal requirement. Also, it will be necessary that I take a tour around the place simply to inspect the installations. Since none of the utilities are being paid for either, I must see whether you have self-sufficient power sources.“

“Now, now, you can't explore all on your own, that would be against our rules. And you don't want to be a little rulebreaker. You cannot enter certain rooms or parts of the castle without our permission.“

“Understandable. You three can guide me during my stay, then.“

“Moreover, communication with the outside world is highly discouraged. So discouraged, that it is forbidden, actually.“

“May I ask why?“

“You may! We won't answer, but you definitely may ask regardless, your voice is so pleasant to listen to. Do you sing?“

“I am still processing the “no communication with the outside world with no explanation whatsoever as to why“ part, give me a moment. I think I need ibuprofen.“

“Oh, we do have that!“

Soft cloth suddenly fell on your head and you realized it was a towel. You slowly looked upwards, finding yourself face to face with Moon who was now shamelessly hanging upside down from a cord, crimson eyes as menacing as ever and grin impossibly wide.

You spoke, unsure how to even react properly:

“What on earth are you doing?“

“I was feeling excluded. And you needed something to get your hair dry.“

“How did you even get up there? You were at the door barely a few seconds ago.“

“In a very clandestine and stealthy manner, as is currently being demonstrated. Impressed?“

“Fine, yes. Happy?“

Moon giggled like a wicked imp, relishing the situation. Teasing you was slowly becoming his new favourite activity.

“Are you good at playing hide and seek, my everlasting aurora?“

To his surprise, you actually did ponder the answer to his question for a few moments. Finally, you smiled at him:

“The classical game has a predictable pattern, so I actually did invent my own twist once. I would count, the other person would hide, and then I would simply proceed to steal cookies from the kitchen without anyone knowing. Really practical. Free sweets, nobody knows who the culprit is, perfect cost-benefit analysis.“

Oh, he loved that. Moon definitely appreciated some good old-fashioned mischief and he felt an even greater desire to discover what made you tick. He reached with his hand, tracing along your jawline with his claws, before pressing the palm of his hand to your cheek, his wicked eyes never leaving yours.

“Naughty, naughty. You must be punished.“

“Retroactively?“

“With interest.“

“Good luck with calculating all of that. If you start early, you should be done by the next decade, give or take a year or two.“

Moon's mind was already imagining all sorts of scenarios that he had every intention of bringing into reality.

What a delight it would be to have you, play with you, chase you, catch you, taste you, forever and ever. Your blood was tormenting him, you were the golden apple stolen from a magical garden, ripe and delicious. He did not care how many pomegranate seeds it would take to ensnare you and chain you to his world.

One had to admire the dedication, at least.

He was familiar with that sly streak. Finally, a kindred spirit. You had something guileful within you, as if a joyful scherzo were constantly playing in your soul, lively and vivid, truly akin to an ethereal aurora borealis in the night sky, teasing mortals with its unreachable beauty.

Needless to say that Sun was simply not having this and he had to ruin the moment by intervening in the most mature way possible: by taking your pencil away.

“What is this I see? A hawthorn pencil? Quite sharp, I see. No, no, we can't have such a vile thing as hawthorn wood here, absolutely not, in the trash it goes where it belongs.“

You had every intention of arguing with him, but you were once again distracted with the fact that Eclipse was now diligently getting your hair dried with the towel as if you were a kitten they had found outside or something. Goodybe reputation, it was nice knowing you, write a postcard.

“I must say, nobody ever insulted my pencils before.“

Sun went over to the nearby desk, fiddling with some parchment until he found what he was looking for, returning with a triumphant grin on his face and a quill feather in his hand.

“You shall write with one of these.“

“I don't even know how to write with ink without making a mess.“

“Come now, I am sure you are a fast learner.“

You shuddered as he teasingly slid the feather along your cheek and neck.

“Oh, stop.“

We were all familiar with the saying about everything being about the journey and not the destination itself. Perhaps you could allow yourself some enjoyment in the whole affair. In all technicality, you did manage to get in the castle, so it was going well for now. Moon summoned a few ghostly servants to command them to get a comfy chamber prepared for you, as well as some dinner. You were rather tired and hungry, after all.

Eclipse gave your shoulder a little squeeze to get your attention.

“Now, morning star, since you are already here, could I interest you in some pretty necklaces you may like?“

You pondered his offer for a few moments, before shrugging, letting yourself relax.

“You know what? Sure.“

(continuation also on AO3)

[voidedpumpkin]

( @miwachan2 ) welp! Thought I’d throw my hat into the ring.

[mochann]

This the one time I’ll ever draw something from @miwachan2’s vampire AU lol, a lil crimis gift c:

[beethatwee]

CW: Death and injury

Rumors are starting to spread. Surely this will cause no problems whatsoever

Also a small silly because I think we need it (I also cannot help myself when it comes to scratching at scabs and it would drive him insane)

[sourtomatola]

(Wrote this a while ago finally decided to post with a little pic to go with it)

Vampiric equinox AU and vampire Eclipse by @miwachan2

less that 2,000 words.

You’re not sure how you slipped away again. Or even how you’ve been kept alive for this long. You’ve seen how he was with his prey. Heck, you’ve experienced it more than once.

You’ve seen the herds of people he ushered though his residence, never to be seen again. You’ve seen the other’s who have survived. Surviving once, twice, then usually being seen no more after the third time.

But you’ve survived. You’ve survived his feedings more than anyone else has, despite blacking out from blood loss every time. You knew better than to think he was going easy on you. Not him. There was no mercy in his endo. Not an ounce.

You were a survivor. But you knew it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out. So you ran first change you got.

Your simple dress fluttered as you ran through the estate. You yanked the enlarged sleaves back onto your shoulder’s fruitlessly, the wide neckline designed for exposed shoulders. He did always like the easy access.

The thought made you choke back a shudder as you rushed out every door you could find, trying to evict yourself from this nightmare.

You burst through a larger door and fell into the night, enveloping yourself in starlight. You looked straight up and gasped at the beauty of the night sky, the ever-expanding sight of space taking away your gasping breath.

It was your first time seeing the sky in weeks.

“Little Dove…where did you fly off to?”

You had hoped to time your escape with the sun, but it would seem you had no such luck on that end, having instead to have timed your sleep schedule with the Master’s.

That voice jolted you out of your trance as you cursed under your breath. Of course he was aware of your escape! It’s not like you were trying to be sneaky exactly, you had just hoped to have the sun on your side.

You took a deep determined breath and started to run again. You made another feeble attempt to protect your neck with the loose sleeves of your dress, trying to give yourself courage and feel less vulnerable, even if just from the cold night.

As you started to reach the end of his domain and the beginning of your hope, a large cold hand snatched your arm harshly. You shrieked in frustrated desperation as you tried to yank yourself from the grasp, only to hurt your arm in the process. His bruising grasp held you firmly where he wanted you.

“Oh come COME now, If you wanted a tour of the night, you simply could have asked. As your host, I would have obliged.” He chortled in amusement, as if to laugh at his own joke. “My tenacious little Dove~”

You flinched and faltered in your fight as he spoke. His voice…you’ve heard it enough during traumatic times that it was like Pavlov’s dog. You body now shook with fear and expectation of pain.

“H-host?! You are nothing but my j-jailer!” You spat bravely as you yanked against his hold again. The thought to knaw your own arm off crossed your mind, but you didn’t dare show your blood to this beast. He would no doubt get far too much pleasure from it.

His grip, to your utter shock, suddenly vanished from your bicep, making you stumble in confusion as to why you had been freed. Of course, the thought of true escape had been too good to be true.

He then snatched up your hand and yanked you back towards him. He pulled you into him, but let your feet stay on the ground as he suddenly began to guide you in rhythmic stepping. He pulled you along in nonsensical directions, seeming to have no clear path. It confused you until he started to hum to the stepping, making you realize through your fearful eyes, that he was dancing with you.

“You play with your victims too much.” You grumbled and tried again to pull away from him. That went about as well as you expected, considering being held in a frame by a very large, very strong robot.

“Think of it as food prep. One would not prefer an unseasoned steak.” He hummed, seeming unbothered by your struggle.

“Oh yes, of course. How could I ever forget what I am to you.” You glared as he spun you out in a flare of dancing showmanship. With one hand free, you quickly slapped your short skirt down to attempt to stay modest. He giggled at your actions if it was nothing more than watching a kitten playing.

With only one hand still in his grasp, you tried to yank it out and was almost successful, managing to get out of his palm. Like the expert trapper he was, he swiftly readjusted his grip and yanked you back, spinning you again, but this time trapping you between his arm and body.

Effortlessly, you were lifted up and pressed close to him in the dance frame again, but this time he carried you. He held you high off the ground, and tightly against his chest. You kicked slightly in the air as a protest but gave up with an exasperated huff.

In such an intimate position, he could no doubt feel your pounding heart and breathless lungs perfectly. Your face heated with blush, feeling like a book forcibly opened, unable to hide anything. At the same time, however, you could also feel his inner working. Clicking and whirling that you have no doubt heard before but have never noticed, nor felt the vibrations of. It somehow brought you comfort feeling as though he was just as exposed as you were in this sense.

He once again began to lead you in a dance, but this time taking away your choice of footwork and will to follow. Forcing you to join in his unhurried movements back into his property, and farther from your freedom.

“No begging this time? I rather miss the begging.” He smirked as he looked far down on you.

“You’ll get no such pleasure from me this time.” You spat and looked away from him. The ground was a long way down. You hated that you were starting to get used to being place so precariously in his arms. You slightly hiked up your legs awkwardly, trying to feel less exposed and precarious.

“Oh? But it puts me in such a good mood~ I think you will find it preferable if I’m in a good mood.” He smugly cooed.

Your rage burned, your current position making you far bolder than you should feel at the moment. “Oh please! As if that’d make a difference! You’ve never shown me mercy! You’ve always been shocked every time I wake up! I’m not surviving by your fake version of kindness, I’m surviving because of my own will to live!” You snarled back at him.

Suddenly your back hit a wall that seemed to come out of nowhere and knock the wind out of you. You coughed, now being caught between a rock wall and a hard metal chest, your lungs slowly being crushed. You looked up in shock at the mildly amused smile above you. The glowing yellow eyes however, were anything but amused.

“You’re taking for granted my generosity, and throwing about insults that I do not appreciate.” He said flatly.

Your heart admittivity dropped at his tone, adrenaline rushing as your body screamed at you to get away form his as soon as you could.

“I am not mad however, because I am a merciful host.” His tone softened as his free hand coming up to give your exposed neck a stroke. You flinched and began to struggle again, knowing what he was planning. No matter how many times you survived, you always feared not waking up the next time. Not knowing when your luck would run out and he would actually drink you dry.

He watched you fight his grip, his wicked grin growing and showing off his lethal yellow weapons. “Beg.” He demanded cruelly. “Beg, and I will be sure you wake up again.”

You hesitated. He didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve this. Yet you couldn’t help but trust his word. Or at least, you wanted to. He hasn’t tried to keep you alive so far, right? You knew the only thing special about you was your fighting spirit he seemed so fond of.

He pressed into your more, his knee hitting the wall behind you, and separating your legs, just barely touching the edge of your skirt. “Beg.” He commanded softly. Your desperation to survive spiked again, but it also seemed to have cut off your ability to speak as you began to sputter and gasp from breath, being unable to form his desires.

He pulled back just enough to let you breath before leaning his head into your exposed neck. “Beeeg~” He sang before giving your flesh and swift lick. Chills rushed over you and a word finally formed from your mouth.

“Puh…p-please!” You wheezed fearfully.

“Ah, there you are! Oh but I do believe you can do better than that…” He chided happily before letting the flat of his teeth brush across where your neck and shoulder met. His free hand slithered up your neck and gently clenched your chin, keeping your head in place.

“P-please don’t…don’t drink it all! I-I’m begging Eclipse! Let me wake up again, please!” Bitter tears fell from your eyes as you gave him what he wanted, craving that second chance to survive again.

“There it is~” He grinned and nuzzled his face under your chin, making your breath hitch. Your heart pounded faster, the thought of him not keeping his word tearing through you. “This has been so much fun~ How could I ever end our little game permanently? No dear Robin, I am far from done with you.”

A breathy chomp sound came from his voice box as he took your neck meat in between his teeth, making you flinch and tense up, awaiting the pain. When it was delayed, you relaxed to hear him giggle at his prank. His teeth bit your flesh far to gentle, nothing but a play bite.

Your face turned beat red and hot at the humiliation of his toying with you, making you beg and flinch at his words. You let out the breath you were holding and began panting, stunned when you feel you should expect his teasing’s by now.

“There.”

While flushed and relaxed, he sunk his teeth into you for real, biting deep and sucking on the wound hard. You gasped and cried out from the shock, feeling more embarrassed with how he toyed with you, and that you fell for it again.

Your hand came up and grabbed at his arm, clenching the fabric of his shirt sleeve in your fingers. ‘Don’t let go’ You told yourself. ‘Stay conscious, and don’t let go!’ Even with your wavering vision, you told yourself that holding on to his shirt meant holding onto your life. “Stay alive, don’t let go…” you muttered blearily.

Eclipse hummed questioningly, but kept enjoying his meal, working your flesh in his mouth to keep the blood flowing. He gave one last lick before looking at where your hand held firmly in your unconsciousness. “Well…fortunately for you and I, you seem to be quite good at that.” He smirked.

[cosmic-nyx-fanwork]

My entry for @miwachan2 ‘s DTIYS, it was really fun to draw this Eclipse, hope you like it! :3

[feralmoonlight]

Love me some late night deliveries. FUN FACT, my vampire Eclipse would literally Doordash for fun just to mess with people on the off chance someone DID invite him in? He's... more of a cheeky menace than a real danger.. Usually. He's more of an... Upstart kid brother to Sun, and Moon definitely has a grumpy older brother feel, though none are 'technically' related. Eclipse's origins in this are still a little bit of a toss up, but he's definitely a middle ground, playing the game on his own side kind of character vs an outright antagonist or ally. It's still very much in the works for long term plot though. He's a cheeky little shit that's still enjoying the powers of being a vampire, and he can definitely be a bit of a brat about it when people don't react as expected.

[fufi-is-here]

My entry for @miwachan2 's DTIYS :D

sndjsadn i loved drawing your Vampire Eclipse, honestly i just needed an excuse to make fanart of him 🌹

[scarredlove]

But wait- There's more...

Vampire Equinox - @miwachan2 Eclipse

Two Hunters and a Bloodsucker - @robinette-green Solaris and Lucien Starr

Ghost in the Machine - @venomous-qwille Soliel and Misuta

Celestial Sundown - @pillowspace Sun

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 (Ta-daaa!) / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 Without text below:

[metakazkz]

Vampire Eclipse ( Vampiric Equinox ) vs Abyss DT (Dimensional traveler )

I have fun drawing Vampire Eclipse his design is so cool.

Abyss DT (me) metakazkz

Vampire Eclipse ( Vampiric Equinox ) @miwachan2

Artwork by (me) metakazkz

[miwachan2]

Hello :) How would vamp!Eclipse react to:

cornered victim: *shaking in terror* u-uh... y-you look like the type of distinguished gentleman that appreciates music... I could play my violin for you in exchange for my life? <8)

he'd play along if he was in a good mood

not me answering this 2 years later fsdjdhsahdakjda

listeen I have a lot of asks in my inbox, im trying to slowly go through them 😭

[agent-darkfest]

Hi @miwachan2 ! So I'm your SS for the DCASS2023 =3

I had loads of fun working on this. Reading the comics had me distracted for almost half a month before I realized I was running out of time! XD But I hope it came out to your liking. I know I’m showing a little bit of blood, but if the blood is too uncomfortable, please let me know, and I'll replace it with the version without it.

Hope you like it and Happy Holidays! <3

[naowominutella]

my (horrible) entry for the #VampireEclipseDTIYS2024

@miwachan2

[beethatwee]

My birthday present to myself because work was absolutely terrible

I just absolutely need to dance in the kitchen with Eclipse while Like Real People Do plays on my phone and he sings it softly.

I’ve loved this song ever since it came out and I honestly think it’s very fitting for Eclipse and his relationship

[sourtomatola]

"Well well, breakfast in bed? How delightful~"

*Ahem* @miwachan2, this post you made about Eclipse's hands, you know the one. It made me desperate to see the rest of the image, so I came up with it on my own

Vampire eclipse and Y/n Design by Miwachan2

Drabble for this~