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Nov 19, 2018 2:33 PM
in which vampire imrainai kidnaps z
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who died. Killed by vampires, to be precise, after a fairly long bout of torture. Now the girl stalks the living and drinks their blood, because it's super fun and being evil is incredibly aesthetic. 

She's still updating the same tumblr she had when she was alive, though, because it was a high-quality fiction tumblr with a moderately large following, and she's proud of it. So one day, when she's momentarily bored of the screams of children (and confined to an abandoned warehouse by the terrors of the sun), she decides to message one of her particularly fun internet friends, telling him that she's gonna be in his area really soon, and would he maybe like to meet up to talk about fanfic or something?

 

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Of course he does.

He’s never been cautious about — well, about anything. It’s not hard to get him to come alone, to wherever she happens to want to meet him.

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How convenient!

She kind of wants to watch a movie. Movies are actually great for meeting people, because you can discuss the setting and characters and whether you think the movie undermined its own themes by the end, so there aren't any awkward silences afterward where you're not sure what to say. Does he want to go watch the new Incredibles movie, and then afterwards maybe they can eat something?

 

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He absolutely does want to do that, and offers to smuggle in candy so they don’t have to spend three fucktillion dollars on concessions.

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Aww, but the theater makes most of its money on concessions, and if they smuggle in candy then they're interfering with the incentive structures and could get the employees in trouble. She won't judge him for smuggling in candy, but she will determinedly go without.

(Eee, pretending to be her human self is so fun, she cared about such ridiculous things!)

They meet at the movies about an hour after sundown.

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He’s not hard to spot — he’s waiting at the entrance, all in black, with a chain that’s ostensibly a necklace locked around his neck and unnerving the woman at the ticket window.

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She waves hello excitedly.

"Hi! I'm Imrainai," she says, a little embarrassed, like she's not used to referring to herself by her internet pseudonym. (She goes by her internet pseudonym ALL THE TIME NOW, it's GREAT, vampires can just call themselves WHATEVER THEY WANT.) "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?"

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“—hey!”

He lights up as he turns to her, and opens his arms.

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She hugs him tight. She doesn't seem to have any body heat, but it's a chilly night. She turns to the woman at the ticket window brightly. "Two tickets for the Incredibles, please!" 

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He hovers next to her.

“You got me, by the way. I’m not sneaking anything in. How dare you make me a better person.”

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She cackles madly as she pays for the tickets. "It was my plan all along! But I can buy you something inside, don't worry."

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Adorable!

“Nah, you got the tickets. Don’t worry about it.”

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"Suit yourself," she says cheerfully, and leads the way into the theater.

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He follows her in to their seats. Luckily there’s still two together.

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Hee!

She mostly just watches the movie. She just really genuinely enjoys Pixar movies.

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He’s the kind of person who talks in movie theaters, apparently, but very quietly so his occasional commentary doesn’t bother anybody who isn’t Imrainai.

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She is not bothered! Eee, this was such a good idea, they can watch movies together later in between all of the torture!

She gets a lot more talkative after the movie ends, talking about what she liked and what she didn't and what they could have done and what she's really impressed with anyway. Oh, it's late and really dark outside, could he walk her to her car?

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He’s not quiet, either. (He gestures a lot when he’s excited, too.) And of course he’ll walk her back to her car, what’s the point of being all tall and intimidating if you can’t do that?

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Awww! He is so sweet. She leads him to a green van parked more or less behind the theater. There aren't any other cars or people in sight. 

She gives him another big hug. Then there's the sound of bones shifting under her skin, and she pulls his head down to sink her fangs into his neck.

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What

the fuck.

He struggles, of course, tries to push her away – but he seems to be scared he'll break her if he pushes too hard.

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She's significantly stronger than he is; she doesn't have a problem pinning him to the car.

She's not gonna take all of his blood, of course, it'd be a waste to kill him now. Just enough to make him lightheaded and weak and disoriented.

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Everything goes a little blurry, and his knees start to buckle, and – well, it's not like he's not going to react to this, she follows his blog, she knows this about him –

He slumps down against the car, looking most of the way to passed out. He would be flushed, if he had enough blood left in him for that.

"Wh...what..."

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"It's OK," she says brightly, after her fangs slide out of his neck. A second person pulls him up and drags him into the van. Her face is different now; her brow ridge is protruding and her eyes have gone yellow and catlike, in a way that makes her smile look like it must be mean-spirited. "Bind his hands and feet and then bandage his neck, I don't super want him bleeding out or getting blood all over the car."

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He honestly tries to struggle, but his limbs feel like they're made of lead, and he keeps drifting in and out of consciousness. By the time they get to his neck he just lets them. Might as well keep what blood he's still got inside his body.

(The internet safety PSAs did not warn him about this.)

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She hops around to the front of the van and climbs into the driver's seat. She adjusts the rear-view mirror - she and her companion don't have reflections, if he has enough presence of mind to notice something like that. "Looks good, Naomi! I don't think we have to gag him, you can just put the hood on. But make sure he can breathe, humans have to do that. Sooorry, Z, I'd explain now but I'm gonna be super busy figuring out how to get out of this parking area and back to the freeway. Pipe up if you're hungry though, we have trail mix and stuff."

Naomi puts a sack over his head. Imrainai starts the engine.

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...well.

He’s kinda fucked, isn’t he.

(Is this really the girl he knew? Why is that a bigger question in his mind than ‘vampires, what the shit?’)

The hood feels choking, heavier than it really is, and he’s so dizzy again, and he’s just going to

go to sleep.

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