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Armand made the gash in the side of his neck with his claw and brought Daniel’s mouth to it. Daniel latched onto it, drinking the blood with intense fervour, feeling his body tingle and lighten. It flowed into Daniel like ambrosia. His mind went completely blank, the blood became the only thing he could focus on. The sensation of it was impossible to describe. It was more than orgasmic. It was like everything in the universe aligned at the perfect angle, everything fitting and perfect. The rush of it was superior tenfold to any drug or combination that he’d ever tried, as though he’d been struck by lightning and survived. He felt as though he was floating and falling at the same time—weightless and impossibly heavy. It was all so contradictory and incomprehensible.
He could feel himself getting stronger and stronger, even more so than he had been in his youth, his grip on Armand tightened like a boa constrictor wrapped around its prey. He struggled against Armand, when he finally pulled him off of him, burning for more and more and more. Never enough. It reminded him of the worst of his addiction, the starved, itching, agonizing desperation.
Finally, he pulled back and looked at his maker. Armand looked back at him with disgust and anguish and hate—akin to how Daniel imagined Frankenstein did observing his monster. Daniel supposed he was Armand’s monster now, his fledgling, his creation, his . Forever tied together by the blood—unable to escape each other. Their hearts beat as one.
When Armand abandoned him without a word or explanation, like Daniel knew he would upon seeing the look in his eyes, Daniel tried to ignore the feeling of betrayal and heartbreak. He tried to move past it, live the vampire life he’d always imagined for himself. He had clumsy attempt after clumsy attempt at teaching himself how to hunt, how to read minds, how to light fires. Mostly using Louis’ own words as a guide. Once he got the hang of controlling the mind gift, he even started asking Louis himself, who was horrified by his transformation.
Though, for Daniel, it was a transformation into his truest self.