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[hungriestheidi]

for the fic ask ; i think you could absolutely KILL (hah) a vampire fic. i’m inclined to lean towards sebchal charles vampire. but ofc take it any direction u feel! hope ur doing well lovely, thank u for my ask :)

Wanna know something? I had never thought about vampire sebchal. But know you got it in my brain and it's like a worm digging into my braincells. Because I think it would work so well. (tw: body horror, blood, this went out of control)

I think this would be a scenario of Charles being a vampire, someone turned against their will not too long ago. And he's angry, and sad, still mourning the loss of his humanity.

He can still share his family's home because not enoguh time has passed than can make it questionable he's not aging. But the thirst for blood is ever present. And sneaking out at night to a nearby farm and trying to muffle the sounds of the poor sheep he's ripping apart to drink out their blood... that is no sufficient. The blood is too easy, he needs more. And he's angry and he's sad and he's grieving and he's so. very. hungry.

There are towns he can skip over by train and on the train he can size up lonely strangers. There is a guy he sees once, bushy beard, nice smile, eyes wide, curious, too curious for his own good. And he catches him looking, his so pretty blue eyes, the elegance in the way he lights a cigarette on the platform station.

He's not so wise, this handsome man, following his beckoning. Charles knows what he is, the open wanting he can spill over his expression, how his face is but the opening act for so many men who see him, how easy it is for them to want him.

He lures him in, he looks to have a nice, broad neck, good enough to sink his teeth, to dry until he's sated, until the blood of a dishonest man fills him for a week or two. It's good, it's got to be. They waltz around each other for a moment, asking names, throwing lies. And he's pulling him in behind the old inn, a short walk from the train station, depleted of the want for the flesh and entirely consumed by that of the red life-giving liquid.

And then, with his lips tracing the line of the collumn of his throat, Sebastian rips his heart out of his chest. Literally. With hands sharp like claws, twisting and turning the fleshy bits inside his chest.

Charles stumbles back, the haze of the alluring blood melting bit by bit. He doesn't need his heart to keep living, it doesn't even beat any longer. But he knows enough now about this way of existing to know that the man in front of him is someone who knows what to do with a knife and a vampire heart.

"Don't panic," Sebastian says, voice soft yet mocking, a smirk splitting open his facade, the hand not holding his heart is covered in a light shimmering liquid. "I wish not to end your existence, I find you too beautiful to throw away all of you."

He twists the heart and Charles feels a hollow sort of pain shoot from the empty void in his chest. "I'd rather have you to myself, forever. Bind your existence it to mine."

It doesn't take much for Charles to put together that the man is drawing a sigil in the muscle of his formerly vital organ.

"Do you want to be my companion, Charles? Every conqueror needs a loyal second in command."

Charles doesn't understand much, just that he's mean and a brutal magic user embedded with too much knowledge, who speaks like a wise man out of a legend. And that he's got the most beautiful blue eyes Charles has even seen. And that if he must live forever, he may as well get to see beautiful eyes everyday.

"Are you going to fuck me or just stain me with your blood?"

Sebastian snorts, then sinks his teeth into Charles' heart and it that feels like a taste of heaven.

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