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Branzy woke up in a cold sweat, bolting upright and panting. His head was spinning and it felt like he’d been trapped underwater for a long time.
What happened? Where was he?
He definitely wasn’t in his house- he was in, some kind of prison by the looks of it, and he was bound, or specifically handcuffed.
There was a set of handcuffs locked on Branzy’s wrists threaded through a bar on the headboard of some kind of metal bed frame.
It was a bit odd, the bed frame he was attached to was obviously fairly cheap, but there was an incredibly soft, and expensive, bedding.
Seriously what happened?
Branzy looked around the room, it all came flooding back to him when his eyes landed on Clown, who was smiling in the corner.
He attempted to scramble away from the vampire, but his back was already against the wall.
Said vampire seemed to enjoy that reaction, his head hanging back, and Branzy could see Clown licking his lips as well, like he was a roasted duck.
“Oh darling, I can smell your blood from here~ oh it smells so appetizing…” Clown laughed sliding down the wall he was leaning against.
Branzy rolled his eyes, there was that ‘darling’ again. “I’m so glad you’re getting enjoyment out of my panic.” Branzy practically growled, trying to get to a position where he could safely dislocated his thumb and free himself from the cuffs.
He didn’t know what he’d do from there, but it couldn’t hurt… maybe he should wait until Clown left… then again Clown might be planning to get lunch right here right now.
“Awww does my kleine ingenieur think I’m going to eat him?” Clown cooed walking closer to the bed.
Branzy had no idea what ‘kleine ingenieur’ meant but he assumed Clown was referring to him.
“What else could you possibly be wanting to do?” Branzy huffed, he realized he was still wearing his scarf. “Drag me all the way to the northern kingdom?” He glared.
Clown laughed leaning on the foot of the bed, he titled his head slightly just looking at Branzy.
It took him a minute to connect the dots.
“You’re planning on-”
“I already have darling.” Clown laughed.
Branzy looked around the room again, it was clearly old… made out of stone and some iron bars, and definitely wasn’t in Vitae. Oh no.
“What do you want then?” Branzy asked, he was physically incapable of inching farther away from Clown.
Clown of course then decided to get closer, like really close, like literally on top of Branzy.
He was pinning Branzy to the headboard, straddling him by the waist, and running a hand through his white hair. He could feel his heart rate rising.
He should be terrified right now, absolutely horrified… why was he enjoying this?
Why the hell was he enjoying the feeling of Clown pinning him, why was he enjoying the feeling of Clown grabbing his hair a little too hard.
Why was he practicing drooling more then Clown?
The vampire in question then leaned in closer, whispering something in Branzy’s ear; “You. I want you, for the rest of eternity. You’re mine.”
Branzy could feel his heart rate picking up even more, this couldn’t be good for his health at this point. Or his sanity.
Clown started tugging at the scarf around his neck, Branzy honestly had no clue why it had stayed on in the first place.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this” Clown whispered, Branzy could feel his breath just above his neck.
Clown’s grip around him tightened, he felt the vampiric claws dig into his skin.
“There’s two ways this could go darling…” Branzy could feel Clown’s fangs on his neck. “either you accept the gift of immortality, or you attempt to reject it. It’s the same outcome, but one is significantly more painful for you.”
Branzy didn’t really know what ‘accepting the gift of immortality’ meant other than just, not resisting when Clown bit him… what he did know was that he was growing less concerned about his current predicament by the second… and that he was definitely insane.
Then Clown bit.
Oh, oh gosh.
It hurt, but felt so good at the same time.
Branzy felt himself laughing, he didn’t know why.
At first the only thing Branzy could feel on his neck was Clowns fangs, but soon Branzy felt all of the vampires teeth on his skin, fully biting down.
Branzy let out a moan and buried his face in Clown shoulder as he fed. He felt the vampire laugh against his skin as he continued.
It was weird sensation, having your blood sucked out of you. Branzy couldn’t tell if he loved it or hated it.
His body wasn’t very appreciative though, constantly trying to pull or push away on instinct, the handcuffs stopped most of the movement but on one particularly strong pull Clown decided he had enough. He place a hand on Branzy’s chest, shoving him hard into the back wall.
Branzy laughed weirdly enjoying the pressure.
“Oh come on, I’m making your job easier! Keeping my blood pumping.”
Clown mumbled something that Branzy couldn’t understand, mostly because Clown’s teeth were still vary occupied.
Clowns hand suddenly moved to Branzy’s chin forcing his head upwards as clown somehow bit down harder- he was somewhat wondering if there would just be a giant gash on his neck after this.
Eventually Branzy started to feel weaker, his body stopped fighting against Clown, he was likely running out of blood.
Then the real pain started, though weirdly enough Branzy still found himself enjoying it.
His arms had gone limp at that point, so had his legs. His chest kept rising though the breaths were shaky, Clown kept going though Branzy could tell he was starting to struggle drawing out the blood.
He wondered if he’d loose consciousness when ‘turning’ he’d heard about a thousand different stories about how vampires increased their ranks so he didn’t have a clue what the full process was.
Eventually Branzy felt his fingertips starting to ache, then his teeth.
Soon after that started Clown released his neck, Branzy moaned again, letting his head fall forward limply.
“Shhh… one last thing, one last thing and you can rest.” Clown cooed into Branzys ear.
He begrudgingly picked his head up to look Clown in the face, he was dripping with blood, Branzy’s blood.
Clown was looking at him with desire and joy, licking his lips still.
Branzy then saw Clown bite down on something inside his mouth, he then saw a small trickle of black. Vampire blood.
Clown leaned down to Branzys lips. “Drink.” He whispered against them before kissing him.
He was confused at first, before Clowns tongue entered his mouth, dripping in his blood.
Branzy had tasted blood before, he’d nocked out teeth as a kid, and sucked out the blood from cutting his finger… and the taste in his mouth was unmistakably blood, but it never tasted so good.
Even if it made his teeth and finger tips ache more.
He did as instructed and drank Clowns blood. Soon after the man pulled away and finally undid Branzys handcuffs allowing him to lay down properly.
Branzy collapsed exhausted.
Clown was kneeling beside him, he began playing with his hair.
“Your probably going to find falling asleep difficult. You internal clock is now screwed up.” Clown explained.
“I thought the kiss from a vampire was supposed to put you to sleep…” Branzy groaned leaning into Clowns touch as much as he could.
“It puts humans to sleep. You’re no longer human darling.” Clown smiled.
Branzy shut his eyes and groaned.
“Je hebt het zo goed gedaan, lieveling. Geweldig voor mij, mijn ingenieur.
De beste maaltijd die ik ooit heb gehad. Ik hou van je, je bent van mij. Voor altijd.” Clown whispered into Branzys hair.
“I don’t understand a word you just said” Branzy muttered.
“Hmmm… you don’t need to, you’ll have time to learn.” Clown replied gently picking Branzy up and cradling him in his arms. “De mijne.”