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Grian fell to the ground, shit shit SHIT- Grian wasn’t one to swear but not felt as good a time as any, even if it was only mentally. He was currently running from his friend, Mumbo, who was apparently a fucking VAMPIRE! Grian was trying to escape by trying to fly back to his mountain side mansion, but of course he’s stuck in the jungle, where it’s hard to fly without ramming into a tree.
Grian had been friends with Mumbo for a long time, and had even been on hermitcraft with him for a season and a half! But apparently, Mumbo had neglected to tell him ‘hey I'm a vampire, that’s why i hide on the full moon!’ But no, no! Grian had to find that out the hard way, by trying to ask Mumbo something in the whole turf war thing, and him, in an instinct filled frenzy Mumbo began to chase after Grian, trying to kill him? Eat him? Turn him? Grian sure as hell didn’t know! Hell, Grian only found out he was a vampire because he was able to send a message out and got an answer before being chased down.
Grian skidded to a stop, which was likely a bad move, as the jungle had become eerily silent, and that’s a problem, all Grian could hear was the rustle of wind, and his own heart thudding in his chest. All and all that was a horrible sign, as it meant some sort of predator was around, and it didn’t take Grian long to guess what. He hoped he wouldn’t feel the pain from this when he respawned back at his base.
Grian was suddenly pushed to the ground, and felt two sharp stings in his neck, before promptly passing out.
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Mumbo made a big mistake, he came back to full awareness after he had already turned Grian, which first of all oh no! Mumbo was not ready to sire a fledgling in the slightest, second of all, what was he going to tell Xisuma? ‘Hey sorry I accidentally turned grian lol’? Third of all, what was he going to tell Grian once he was out of his instinct filled state. Mumbo was such a spoon!
First of all he had to tell Xisuma, oh no.
<MumboJumbo>: Hey Xisuma, I messed up.
<Xisumavoid>: did you get grian?
<MumboJumbo>: Yeahhhhh and i turned him sorry, how’d you know?
<Xisumavoid>: he sent a panicked message into chat, I’ll be over in a minute to help bring him to your base.
<MumboJumbo>: His base please, idk how my base will take to having grian around 24/7 also the familiar location will help with the instincts.
<Xisumavoid>: alright.
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Grian groaned awake, everything was too bright, and too loud, Grian let out a quiet chip, which was weird. Parrot avians didn’t chirp, they squawk or imitate others, so that was, again, weird.
Another weird thing was that Grian wanted his sire, what the heck did that mean? Grian chirped again.
“Hey you’re fine, you’re fine,” a familiar voice said, a deep rumble coming from Mumbo’s direction, which calmed helped to calm Grian.
“I don’t think I’ve seen Grian stuck in his instincts like that, well his avian instincts anyways,” Another voice said, “Does he still have those?”
Grian hissed at the direction of his admin’s voice, he couldn't see Xisuma’s face due to his eyes being pressed closed due to the bright lights.
“Grian it’s fine its just X,” Mumbo said, but Grian still didn’t trust his admin… for some reason, Grian never had an issue with Xisuma, he didn’t know what was going on, he wanted to ask but he couldn't speak due to the intense pain in his mouth. Grian groaned and pressed closer to his sire.
“Grian, Xisuma will leave in a minute, can you open your eyes? Xisuma just wants to check something, I know it’s bright, it’ll just be for a minute, I’m right here,” Mumbo said.
Grian blinked open his eyes, squinting, to block as much light as possible, he looked up at his admin, shuffling his wings making his discomfort evident.
“Thank you Grian,” Xisuma said, getting up and walking out, turning off the lights as he did so, weirdly enough Grian could still see.
“Hey, I’m sure this is all confusing, just get some sleep and I’ll explain when you wake up,” Mumbo said.
Grian, content to follow his Sire’s command, let sleep consume him.
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The next time Grian woke up he was consumed by a ravenous hunger, a craving for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, opening his eyes, he looked around the room, eyes landing on Mumbo, “Mumbo,” He groaned at the man, looking for some kind of release from the hunger.
“Oh you’re up!” Mumbo gasped, grabbing a red drink from his inventory and giving it to Grian who happily drank it, and man, it was Heavenly, super sweet with a strange tang to it.
“What’s going on?” Grian asked, not really remembering anything that lead up to this point.
“Uhm,” Mumbo started, “I’m a vampire and may have forgotten to tell you, and I accidentally turned you, because it was the full moon and I couldn’t control my instincts, I’m sorry for being such a spoon,” Mumbo said quickly.
Grian was quiet for a minute.
“Is this blood?” Grian said, as it was the only thing that came to mind, “also what?”
“…yeah” Mumbo breathed.
“Tastes good,” Grian said, trying not to freak out, as he could see Mumbo was also having the same struggle.
A beat of silence.
Two.
Three.
“Do I get cool vampire powers? Like turning into a bat?”
“Turning into a bat is just a story, but in a few centuries you’ll be able to thrall people.”
“Can you?”
“No, I’m too young, not even sure if I’d even want to.”
“Honestly, how old are you?”
“132,” Mumbo said, pretty young for a vampire.”
“WHAT? You’re over a hundred years old and that’s YOUNG!?”
“That's nothing when you’re immortal,” Mumbo laughed.
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As time went on Grian had grown more sure of his state as a vampire, and began to see Mumbo as an older brother more than an old friend, (although Grian was still upset at Mumbo for not telling him that he was a vampire) and as time went on a new season of hermitcraft started, and Grian was ready to face anything.