#bahr vamp au

[bahrtofane]

Vamp au stuff idk 

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A blanket of paranoia has descended upon Vesuvia. It starts out as nothing but rumor, joke. Very plainly no one gives a damn. 

But Asra sees past the half baked jokes, the laughter, the ignorance. He knows that something is brewing on the horizon. Vesuvia is about to change, immensely so. He tries not to let it get to him, yet. But he keeps an eye out.

Anything that's close to a sign, a hint. He gets it, in the form of sharp smiles and red eyes. Foreigners in Vesuvia have never been odd. The city is a melting pot, but this small batch of visitors gives him the creeps. 

They lack what he believes to be humanity. There's something so inhuman about the way they just- well, exist. Smiles the crack open like ice. Theyre  imposing, taller than most of the population, sporting the same purple robes so dark they would be mistaken for black without direct sunlight. Gold pendants and chains hanging off their necks. Their hands almost crooked, nails curved a little too much like an animal. 

Everyone calls him crazy. And in full honesty he starts to believe it, but the way Faust curls in on herself whenever one is near only confirms his suspicions. 

Word on the street is they're guests of the count, and that makes his skin crawl. Why are they patrolling the city day in and day out? 

He tries telling you as much, “i don't trust them…” he grumbles, elbow deep in laundry.

You only huff at him, “you don't even know them and you're making baseless assumptions.”

He only squints, lips turning to a frown, “if you tell me you don't feel the same weird aura from them you are a liar.”

“You just don't like what you can't understand.”

They suppose you're right. But still. 

—--

They want to hurl the moment you waltz into the shop, bright eyed and telling him all about the new friend you made. One of them.

Frankly you think they're being rather prejudiced and unkind, but he only shakes his head.

“I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about these guys.”

You wave him off and he suddenly feels nauseous. Something very bad is going to happen. And he's right.

—-

His first encounter is short and sweet, out to buy ingredients for dinner when he runs into one. Literally. Face first after they lose their balance on an old tile, loose and wobbly. 

Asra goes face first into his side, and he catches them, a little too quickly, nails digging into the flesh of his arm. 

“I'm sorry i didn't-” he's cut off by a smile as the man turns to him. A little too wide, one too many teeth. Sharp teeth. He yanks it back to his side in a hurry. Glaring at what's attached to the rest of the hand.

“Oh don't worry. Are you alright ? You look a little pale.” his eyelids droop so low Asra can't tell if they're even open anymore.

“No, I'm fine, thank you.” 

It doesn't take all that long for stranger occurrences to follow, all around Vesuvia. Things going missing, people forgetting where they are, why they're there. It's like a fog has descended on them all, clouding their mind.

When the first disappearances trickle in, Asra knows immediately they have something to do with it. 

Everyone flocks to the shop for protections, charms, spells and readings. Anything to keep them safe. They cling to him for reassurance but he can not give what he isn't certain of.

Asra advises them all to stay off the streets and keep the wandering close no none. They listen to him, all but you. You just have to do as you please.

You think you're some sort of martyr, able to save those who have been missing for weeks now, and the minds of those who stay.

When people start coming back is when panic truly begins to set. They come back but they aren't the same are they. They all sport the same red eyes. It's enough for Asra. he needs to leave. He feels suffocated. Theres always red eyes on him, no amount of magic can change that. 

When the attacks start he does he begin packing his things. The people have all gone mad. Succumb to insanity and desire. They're become carnal beasts, eyes red and w hunger that is inhuman as they are. They thirst for blood, either dead or alive. Each night they ravage the city, and each morning they are forced to pick the pieces up again.

He needs to leave.

But you insist on staying. If that's what you so wish to do, from your own foolish pride, in thinking you can make everything right, then so be it. He will not spend another night in fear, boarding up every window, casting protections till his hands shake, fearing for his beloved city so. 

He leaves. And you stay.

He wishes he never did. Oh how they wish you never turned into what drove them out in the first place. 

Two pricks on the side of your neck sealed your fate. Perhaps another two will undo it. 

[bahrtofane]

okay but vamp LUCIO. who boards himself up in his room and for the first time in his life. fears death. he knows his fate is sealed, two twin marks on his neck rest carved into his skin. he’s gone a little mad. he’s never been shy to blood shed, but this new found hunger makes him so nauseous he can’t bring himself to do anything but cry. what has become

[bahrtofane]

im acc obsessed now with the thought of vamp asra who’s maybe gone a little coco but still, can not hurt you. not when his hunger takes control of his very being and drives his will forward. not when he comes back for the night drenched in blood. he’d rather starve than hurt you. boarding himself up in his room while you beg and plead for him to open. but he won’t. he can’t.

[bahrtofane]

has anyone done a jude or trent vamp au bc...