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pigeonwhumps · 6 months

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Character intros

Sooo time to introduce new OCs! These belong to a vampire/bloodbag-based series that I'm about to start (I have the first piece pretty much finished).

A Death in the Family masterlist

Name: Sunday Afolayan

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Human

Age: 31

Fun fact: Was a PhD student before being taken as Barnabas' thrall, researching how persuasion works from a scientific perspective. Now... well, at least he has a first-hand account. But he doesn't want to be drunk from ever again.

Name: Eldrida Kenyatta

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Vampire

Age: 28

Fun fact: Before being turned, she was a hunter. It makes her unpopular with many vampires who find out – and Barnabas ensures that his friends, family and other employees do find out.

Name: Tristam Sharpe

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Vampire

Age: ~600

Fun fact: Hates his family and barely speaks to them – Aileen's of the opinion that he shouldn't at all, not if they're not going to respect him, but it worked out this time. Who knows what would've happened to Sunday if he hadn't shown up. He has ADHD, and does struggle, but he manages to take care of his fish, which are really the most important things.

Name: Barnabas Sharpe

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Vampire

Age: ~1200

Fun fact: "Traditional" vampire, aka asshole. Enjoys playing with his food, when it's not too enthralled, and absolutely despises hunters, whatever their species or status. This includes Eldrida.

Name: Aileen Ross

Pronouns: she/they

Species: Vampire

Age: ~300

Fun fact: Would love to interview a human. Sadly, despite working at Crossways, it's hard to find one who's willing.

Name: Evelyn Davis

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Vampire

Age: ~130

Fun fact: Was a jazz singer in 1920s USA, and still enjoys putting on performances every once in a while. Extremely bisexual and Aileen's wife.

Name: Jeremy

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Ghost

Age: ~700

Fun fact: Inhabits Tristam's flat and did so well before he ever showed up. Prefers to remain invisible most of the time, even while he's communicating with Tristam or annoying him. He has self-esteem issues but they're working on it.

Name: Tobias Sharpe

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Vampire

Age: ~650

Fun fact: Tristam's cousin, he craves power and thrives off it. Thinks the world owes him anything he could ever want.

Name: Mary Sharpe

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Vampire

Age: ~900

Fun fact: Tristam's least favourite aunt. She'll never accept him but she never stops arguing about it either.

#whump #character intros #sunday afolayan #eldrida kenyatta #tristam sharpe #barnabas sharpe #aileen ross #evelyn davis #jeremy oc #tobias sharpe #mary sharpe

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saccharine-suffering · 2 years

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Naomi & Issac - 1

Remember these guys? Well I fleshed those suckers out. Prepare for suffering y'all.

CW: Pet whump, vampires, death mention, a lot of blood mentions, whumpee thinks caretaker is their new master

1.3k (though the first ~500 words are just me talking about my modern vampire lore)

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Naomi had been pacing for hours trying to rationalize what she did. ‘This is the best option,’ They told themself, “At least this way, I can make sure I’m getting blood ethically. No one has to die.’ They knew they had to drink something. When she first turned, she was quick to dress like the vampire she was and cut their hair to show off their bite. She loved the idea of being dark and mysterious, living as a cryptid- a beast. It sounds strange, but a part of her was excited to start living a vampiric life- well, maybe “life” isn’t quite right.

Then came the fading from mirrors and nausea from eating anything at all. Having to blow eighteen-hundred bucks on a casket was a bit of a gut punch. As were the several blackout curtains they needed to avoid third-degree sunburns. It was annoying to have to sell her silver jewelry and even more so to break out in hives when even slightly near a single fucking garlic clove–

But they could deal with all that. They could bite the bullet in exchange for immortality.

No one told Naomi that blood cravings were the very last step in turning.

Just when they had gotten used to waking up a 8pm in a box, right as they had grown accustomed to guessing what their hair and makeup might look like, exactly when the worst of it seemed to be over, there was this pit in their stomach. They were so thirsty. Before resorting to humans, they tried draining raw meat. Nothing. Then a live pig. It didn’t do much. They knew this would happen, of course it would, but they hadn’t expected it to be this painful, and they definitely didn’t know the blood had to be human.

So, they researched how to get human blood. And sure, you can buy a little legally from donors, but it was so far outside their budget that is was barely even an option. But the cheaper alternatives, aimed at vampires specifically, seemed so needlessly cruel. For every new company she could find, she asked how they supplied their blood. The response was always the same. Humans would be hooked up to IVs, blood coming out of one, and saline coming in from the other. Sometimes they ere given solid food, but at most places, they used a feeding tube. Naomi almost quit, residing themself to finding and extra $700 for 100 tiny milliliters- but then they saw one more hyperlink.

“Stop paying for subscriptions! Buy a living Bloodbag today!” Exactly as she thought, they were selling humans. She was disgusted at first, but, then she thought about it more. These people were being drained of their blood anyway, so if she buys one, at least they’ll be treated humanely? Maybe it was the thirst talking for them, but they decided to purchase a person.

They couldn’t afford another massive dent in their bank account, so they scrolled all the way down to the cheapest one. A twenty-seven year old man named Issac Rivera, blood type O+. That, and his picture, was the only information available. He was pale and sickly with blue eyes and tangled brown hair. He had blue eyes and it looked like he had finished crying moments before the photo was taken. Naomi hoped they were making the right choice.

Which is what landed them here. Waiting for the poor boy to be delivered straight to their door. She had tried to make herself look nonthreatening. She didn’t want to scare him. They wore the mast casual and normal clothes in their dresser and pulled their hair into a little baby ponytail.

A knock on the door.

It was an older looking man dressed in all black and carrying a parasol in one hand and a rolling suitcase in the other. Oh gods.

“Naomi Castillo?” He asked.

“That’s me.” They smiled. Their eyes wouldn’t leave the suitcase, since they were fairly certain that there was a person in there. He handed it over and she felt him kick.

“If you ever need training or extraction tools, they are available on our site.” It keeps getting worse.

“Of course, thank you.” Naomi hoped their smile looked real. The man walked away and she quickly unzipped the case.

Issac had been sold. He never thought it would happen. He had occasionally been compared to cheap box wine. Perhaps the vampire that bought him wanted something quick and inexpensive. The conversation between his captor and his new owner was muffled, but he felt the case he was in change hands. He instinctively covered the arteries on his neck. She was saying something, but he wasn’t listening. He knew exactly what would happen- she would rip his hand from him neck and drain what little he had left.

A hand touched his, and he braced for impact. But, he was being led away. Before he could question it, he was sat down on something soft. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet and he wasn’t planning on it. Next thing he knew, something cold was against his lips. Taking just a small peek, it was a water bottle. He shouldn’t trust it, but his mouth was so dry that he just let it go down his throat.

After the bottle pulled away, he waited for the pain of the bite. He waited and waited, but nothing came. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at the vampire next to him, as if he was asking her what she was waiting for. But they just smiled at him.

“Can you speak?” That wasn’t expected. He used to get told off for talking to himself.

“Yeah…” His voice was raspy. They handed him back the bottle.

“Okay, great, um, I’m Naomi!” They gestured to themself. Issac was going to introduce himself, but they already would have known. “Are you hungry?” Naomi arose from the sofa when he nodded, “I don’t have much, I got rid of most of the perishable stuff when I turned. Do you want… dry cereal? I can maybe put it in water- no that sounds gross.” Issac accidentally gave her a look. She was different from the other vampires he had the displeasure of knowing. A bit more dazed and certainly less elegant.

“Just… dry is fine.” He said. He had no reason to trust them, but he hadn’t had real, solid food in such a long time that if she was planning on drugging him, then he could live with that. He ate in completely awkward silence as Naomi tired not to make eye contact. Internally, Issac was panicking. Yes, he had been trained just in case he was sold, but he hadn’t been for such a long time that he barely even remembered it. Hopefully it would come rushing back to him when he was properly fed and rested.

“Uh, I put a mattress in a spare room. Do you wanna go to bed?” It’s like they read his mind. Can vampires read minds? He didn’t know. He was tired. He nodded.

She led him away gently, and closed the door, leaving him alone in the makeshift bedroom. He didn’t have the energy to consider what was going to happen to him. Naomi was weird. Maybe it wasn’t even real. He’s had these kind of dreams before. Maybe when he wakes up he’ll be back in the facility with needles in his arms and a tube down his nose. Or maybe he’ll wake up here and she’ll peirce him with her fangs. He always wondered what a real bite would feel like. It would probably hurt worse than the needle.

Whatever. He could worry about that when he can keep his eyes open.

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