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"McCullum.”
The word purred out into his ear, rumbled and echoed like the growl of a large predator. The sharp scent of copper lingered in his nostrils punctuated by the searing pain in his neck. It ebbed and flowed in increasing clarity before receding into the faded wisps of nothingness. Then returned, just as fierce, flaring beneath his skin like a fire purging his veins of corruption. Or maybe, just maybe, the fire was its own corruption, all consuming and destructive.
Geoffrey tried to move, forcing his eyes open to gaze into an endless darkness far too thick to make out a shadow or shape. He could feel the cold washing over his side where the creature cooed to him so sweetly with its song, lulling at a false sense of security that hummed in his bones. A familiarity that went beyond blood and the idle bonds of comradery. This was the primal nature of a beast beyond any mundane perspective. Wild and untamed by the likes of man, teeth sharp and bared against his flesh. Eager and waiting for a twitch of muscle, a flex of his will, any shudder, sigh or shiver that provoked it into the feral attack it hungered for.
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The first time Jonathan sees McCullum in a private moment is entirely accidental. He has no such excuse for all the other times he's watched him since.
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“Peace, I am only here to talk,” Reid says, from a safe distance.
Too bad for Reid, he's found Geoffrey in the worst sort of mood and not at all willing to talk.
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Were it some great beast, Geoffrey would have laughed gleefully and shouted his most ferocious battle cry in the face of its assault. He would have drawn steel and bow, sprung and coiled, bounding and lunging until it painted the land with its blood. A red agony written across cobblestones and soaked into the soil beneath their feet. He would have sneered, a toothy look of conflicting disgust and satisfaction. He would flick the blood from his blade, assess his surroundings and regroup towards the next target at his disposal.
He would have enjoyed it.
But this was another entity entirely. No leech nor beast could compare to its endless knowing depths. To the cold abyss that encircled him and strung through his guts like a fishing lead. It pained him, drove him to nightmares, shreds of the past echoing in his mind when even sleep couldn't spare him it's ever constant presence. Of course, in fecking London of all places, he couldn't escape it.
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The afterlife was not something Geoffrey considered as something to ponder. He had far too many other concerns with the Leech pandemic and the shortages brought about with the war that were strangling the common folk far less fortunate in their funds. Priwen hadn't escaped these struggles and the last thing he needed clogging up his daily routine is the realization that the former leader of Priwen, Carl Eldritch, was currently haunting him.
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The streets of London are always bustling with trouble. If you're not harassed by the Priwen guards, you're probably running away from night stalkers and the Wet Boot Boys or staying home to avoid the epidemic. You lived on these dangerous streets, trying to steer clear of every possible problem. One fateful night, you encounter a malevolent being but something miraculous happens. You are saved by a complete stranger that has an enticing, mysterious aura. Your heart longs to know more but your mind is skeptic. How will you fare against this strange, yet handsomely dashing savior?
*This story is based off the bad (not the worst) ending of Vampyr*
This is a co-written fanfiction with @Misst2018.
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Jonathan is persuaded to attend a charity masquerade ball. McCullum doesn't have an invitation, but that doesn't stop him making an appearance.
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Cursed. Starving. He should not have survived. Part-doctor, part-vampire, Edgar Swansea comes to terms with his new condition.
Yet the blood in his veins will not let him.
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What's a good doctor to do when he finds out "getting fucked by Doctor Reid" is a popular theme in a Whitechapel Molly house?
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Reid is a mess. McCullum is a mess. Together they're a beautiful disaster.
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Jonathan has had a very long week. For once McCullum doesn't seem determined to make it worse.
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There might have been any number of reasons for someone from the guard to leave a blade on Geoffrey's desk. None of them would have left him a blade like this, though.
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Jonathan once again meets McCullum in a less than ideal situation and continues to have no regrets about it.
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It felt like fire racing through his veins, burning him up from the inside. Already the pain had begun spreading beyond the borders of the wound; Geoffrey could feel a feverish restlessness beneath his skin, a sort of desperate nervous energy he couldn't put a name to. Sheer adrenaline, maybe. Panic at the thought of being wounded like this by some worthless leech. But...
A rare breed of Ekon leaves McCullum with more than a simple bite wound. He needs help only a vampire can provide—and no matter how much he hates it, there's only one vampire he can trust to help.
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For a moment it looks like Reid is going to say yes, but then he sways and leans more heavily against the wall. His infuriatingly apologetic expression is answer enough.
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A strong bond is formed between maker and progeny, one that will get Geoffrey to realize that he and Jonathan could actually get along, even become friends. And as his defenses and prejudices slowly diminish, perhaps something even closer and far more lasting.
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Jonathan returns to London with some unresolved business. Geoffrey is trying to find a place for Priwen in a post-Disaster city.
They meet for a night and everything changes more than they expect. But both men are more than ready to see it through, even if one of them won't admit it.
[Jonathan and Elisabeth are just platonic/mentor-like. He leaves London in chase of her and stays with her some to look for a cure. Jonathan drained a few people during the course of the game.]
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- Part 1 of The First Night of Many
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The beast lunges, and he knows he’s not going to completely avoid those claws. He braces for the pain. Then in a swirl of black smoke the thing gets thrown sideways mid-leap.
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Jonathan would have imagined being at McCullum's mercy to turn out a lot more unpleasant.
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When a new threat emerges in the aftermath of the Disaster, it's Priwen's fearless leader that falls victim; bringing to light a corruption hidden in London's streets and a sinister plan for change. Can Reid save the hunter he spared back at Pembroke, or will he regret not granting him immortality while he still had the chance?