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Nights come and go, people, pokemon, and memories fade in and out, blending together in a muddied head. You had beaten Ingo three times that week on his single, super single and multi battle lines respectively, Ingo had noticed your caring nature toward your pokemon, how you had adressed him with a kind heart and good nature when leaving, "Take care, stay safe!" Such a sweet voice, such sweet words... Ingo blinks once, twice, thrice before he comes to the realization of his eyes boring into the papers at his desk. Emmet looks over to him, opening his mouth before Ingo silently hushes him. The station was being closed for a public safety cleaning. It seemed like utter bullshit to the older twin but nevertheless he wasn't one to argue with those who had higher power.
The day came when the station was temporarily closed, leaving Ingo and Emmet to find their sources of food elsewhere in the night, "Carpe Noctem. Seize the night!" The younger of the two vamoires gave out a playful hiss as he left the older to stew in his silent anger, he didn't want to seize the night, he wanted to work, he wanted a distraction from his hunger. He hadn't eaten in about a month, burying himself in paperwork to remind him he can still redeem himself as a human. His anger was palpable to Emmet as he tried cheering the other on. Night clubs in Nimbasa, traling lost people along the pathways in white forest, it didn't matter to him, feeding was immoral, a curse upon his and his brother for all eternity.
That was, until you showed up late in the night, a young, bright eyed and bushy-tailed trainer with a smeargle. Sketchbook in hand as you had set up somewhere along the pathways of Nimbasa facing the carnival. Ingo had recognized you from your shiny Smeargle, the one little lady who had painted their mark after defeating his team on the super single line. His brother knew it cause after rhe fact he wouldn't shut up about you, so he pushed him with a gentle, teasing whisper, "carpe noctem," Ingo giving a slight growl after turning to find his twin gone. Ingo turned, having stared a bit too long before the smeargle cried out, waving it's tail and running toward him in a frenzy, "Cassatt! No!" You screamed as the smeargle used it's brush-tail to mark Ingo, you barley being in the way to catch the rest on your arm. "O-oh my goodness, my apologies! I-I-I," Ingo rested a hand on your shoulder, smiling softly, "It's quite alright, I never expected to see you out so late, what brings you back to Nimabasa?" He was playing dumb, his alabaster eyes scanning you as you explained the beauty of the night and the way the lights of the ferris wheel contrasted with the gloomy sky before simply stating, "I'm doing a piece for the art exhibit Ms. Lenora is hosting at her museum for a week."
Ingo nodded along, a smirk tilting his usual frown upwards like a smitten Sneasel. "Well, before you really dig into your project, how about a ride upon the ferris wheel?" His smile tightened, refraining from showcasing his fangs as he watched blood rush to your cheeks to brush crimson across your face. It was beautiful, he thought, you were beautiful to him. When you had realized you were staring and apologised again, he simply laughed, holding out a gloved hand and leading the way, you putting away Cassatt and eventually piling into the ferris cart with him. He sat close to you, which had made your blush darken, your breathing picking up as it was feeling claustrophobic in the tiny cart. Ingo could hear your blood rushing through your veins, the smile on his face growing ever so slightly as he attemtp3d to look into your eyes, "I have been thinking,, since you won against me on my super single line." Your breath hitched, having to look over at his seemingly glowing eyes, leaning toward you with a hint of malice in the air. "I want you..." You had blinked twice before shaking your head, jumping as he was as close as possible, he breath tickling your face as his eyes bored into your soul, "I want your blood. Forgive me, but I haven't eaten in a while. You just seemed so... Intriguing. It's not everyday I get to see a challenger outside the station." His hand had glided to your back somehow, despite your efforts of keeping yourself pressed against the caging of the cart.
You had essentially panicked when the cart stopped at the high end of the ride, Ingo basically pushing himself onto you, "This is unconventional, but I want you to be mine. All mine and nobody else's." He growled softly, openijg his mouth to show you fangs, glistening with saliva, his lips quivering into a full, rare, smile. You gulped, feeling frightened and yet somehow eased into comfort, "You understand," Ingo seemed to talk to no one, "You understand what it's like to starve yourself, to take away the one thing you need to survive. You're beautiful, artistic, caring. You'll make the perfect mate, all you have to do is say yes..." You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes as Ingos' look became more frenzied, "I won't take that for an answer. Not like you had much of a choice anyway, I'll guide you through the steps." He pressed his body against yours, making you squirm slightly, "I'll just bite your jugular vein, after finding the pulse under your skin." He buries his face into your neck, licking it gently a couple of times before linging himself up. "Some vampires are mean, making their mate's heat up in the tenses of having their blood sucked out of them. Only for their racing pulse to quicken the process. But I didn't have to do any of that, you're doing a fine job scaring yourself, love." You cried gently, feeling the subway boss stroke circles into yiur back, biting down into your flesh. A harsh gasp escaped your mouth as he sucked away your lifeforce. It was a disgusting feeling, one no sane person would enjoy. It was only a minute before you slumped over slightly Ingo pushing you back into the caging as the cart moved once more, the vampire pulling back, blood dribbling down his chin. A smile was olastered upon his face a he cut his tongue, drawing you into a french kiss, your neck still pulsing out blood he firced you to drink his through the kiss. It made you gag, the horrid, nasty bitter taste travelling down your throat as your vision faded, Ingo wrapping his scarf around your neck as he held your face in his hands, "My entiee world, is now yours, it's ours. We can't be split apart. So dry your eyes, my love, it'll be alright. We can always, together, seize the night."