vampire AU meme

[mememaker]

Your characters are now vampires, one is the sire and one is the sired. Play out the relationship that results from this!

- Post your characters, name | series | preferences in the subject.
- Go to RNG for their role. Note it somewhere or roll for each individual response.
- Others respond after going to RNG and getting a prompt.


RELATIONSHIP
1. Sire.
2. Sired.



SCENES

I.
1. teacher/mentor | you have to teach your newly created vampire the ropes.
2. resented | the vampire you created resents you for what you made them. can you work it out?
3. tracked down | you're being tracked down and hunted and the only thing that matters is keeping the vampire you created safe and vice versa.
4. injured | one of you has been injured and is in need of some blood.
5. before | you're giving your potential child an option to become like you... or maybe you
6. wildcard | missed something? want to combine options? go ahead.

II.
1. first time | you're confessing your love for your creator or the vampire you helped create.
2. prey | you have to show the other the art of hunting and preying on humans for food, how to seduce them.
3. sharing | maybe one of you is reluctant to drink from humans, but it works just as well from your lover or maybe you just got carried away in the throes of passion.
4. gift | a gift of food to feed on or a literal gift, you like to spoil the other.
5. dedication | you need the other to know how important they really are to you.
6. wildcard | missed something? want to combine options? go ahead.

III.
1. torture | they disobeyed you and it's time to pay.
2. no spelled y-e-s | they don't want to be like you, but you'll make them into a vampire anyway.
3. mine | the other is yours, only yours, and you will claimed them.
4. trapped | you're trapped in physical danger or about to be set out to burn. can you get out of it? or can you only save one?
5. fight | verbal or physical, you are at each other's throats.
6. wildcard | missed something? want to combine options? go ahead.

Comments

Grantaire | Les Misérables | Sire, preferably a scene from I

[fitofgrandair]

I 2

[ogreprince]

[Pierre looked at the vampire and his creator with eyes cold as ice. They held the same coldness as when he lived. To have been turned into this. To a creature that lived in the dark and never could mix with humans in any other way than feeding. He felt ready to rip the others head off.]

You turned me.

[fitofgrandair]

I suppose I did. What of it? I should think you would be thanking me.

[Grantaire crossed his arms and leaned back against the brick wall. He had never held the greatest respect for or belief in human so-called life, and years of existence as a vampire had done nothing to mute this attitude. If anything, life had revealed still greater emptiness, a world of prey and preyed upon in which connection was nearly impossible.

At times he searched. At times he experimented. Here, for example. An impulse combined with calculation had led to this one's rebirth. Perhaps the life would suit him. And perhaps there was an opportunity for...

Well. Years and years, eventually there was no one to talk to, really. And Grantaire could speak to himself all he liked, but it wasn't the same. Just to have a fellow vampire who might remain, who might lend an ear and a voice, would be a great relief. And something about this one, some alertness or flashing in the eyes, had suggested that he might be worth the attempt.

And if not, what was the harm of another vampire?]

[ogreprince]

Thanking you? You made me into a vampire.

[His voice was calm, but the anger was hidden in it. Like things hadn't been complicated enough without this turn of even. He had developed a forbidden romance with a girl from a family that didn't get along with his and now they could never be one. Not in life at least. Sun would become a royal pain and his senses had become so much stronger. It was frustrating to just smell the humans that passed outside the house they were currently in.]

[fitofgrandair]

Yes. Exactly. A man without end, a man without fear. I have given you... Do you understand what you now have? What freedom? What the world can be for you?

[This one isn't pleased. Fine. Most of them weren't, at first. Most of them fought or moaned or threatened to meet the dawn. Some never saw their way to reason. But what of that? Why not at least offer the option? Death as human, death as vampire, or life eternal. And what was there to love in humanity?

Grantaire pulled over a chair and sat in it backward, his arms resting on the back. He gestured toward another.]

Have a seat. Tell me about yourself.

[ogreprince]

I only see more chains than a mortal life holds.

[He could not be with her any longer, the sun could kill him and who knew what other stuff could end his life. Pierre was not please with this, mostly for the sake of having to shatter Chocola's heart one way or another. He was immortal now and would not age or die. Nothing that had been was left for him.

Pierre only shot a quick glance towards the chair. He was rather standing.]

You took the life I had. For what reason did you take my future?

[fitofgrandair]

Of course. Because you still see with mortal eyes. A strange phenomenon, but a familiar and and understandable one. The recently mortal mind clings to its old assumptions and context. It fears change, it despises what it cannot understand. But in the end, it adjusts. Mortal or immortal, we are disgustingly changeable beings.

[It was amusing, really. The boy was moody, but Grantaire could handle moody. Was prone to moods, himself, though just now he felt inclined toward humor. Just look what he had wrought!]

And what life did you have? What worth had your future? I have yet to see a mortal life that amounted to a pin.

[ogreprince]

I understand that I'm a night-creature, I understand that I will have to feed on blood and I understand that the sun will hurt me. What I fail to see is the good points in this.

[He had never put any big craves on his life. The plan for him was to take over after his father and inherit his good name. He guessed the vampire didn't care about the humans social standings.]

It had a girl I loved in it. More than that I never craved.

[fitofgrandair]

Mmm... [Grantaire shook his head.] You speak these words in wayward definitions. You will come to know what night means, how blood is to be known, how the sun is no enemy, only a fact of life, an element against which we may adapt. The sun hurts you? What of it!? Think of all that now cannot touch you.

And the craving for sun will, I assure you, ebb over time. For a vampire, it becomes something entirely transformed, a body to be respected but never wished for. We have our own light elsewhere.

There is so much for you to see.

[Was that always it? A woman, a human being made the nexus of all hope and desires? Always the same, a man loves a woman, woman loves a man... And in the end, they fall out. In the end, their weaknesses invariably triumphed.]

But a girl... Why should you mourn the loss of your lovely lady? You haven't disappeared. You haven't gone anywhere. If this girl so truly loved you, you may have her yet. If you like. If you believe that two may be so deeply committed.

[ogreprince]

I never asked for this kind of existence. You just took me and turned me with what I can see no valid reason. I have nothing to offer you, but the trouble of guiding me through this new life. If you didn't plan to just leave me after this that is. You didn't even had the right to take my life to begin with.

[Pierre sat down on the chair now. The anger had turned to frustration over this whole mess. He might not be happy about the fact that he was a vampire, but he would not end himself for it. Like so many other creatures he wanted to keep the life he had, no matter how cursed it was.

His cold eyes narrowed as the man spoke about his Chocola. He didn't like what he was hinting at.]

If you are suggesting that I should turn her then know that I can't.

[fitofgrandair]

Well, no. [His eyes narrowed slightly.] It does take time to reach that level. The first two or three times I tried...[Waving a hand, he laughed.] C'est la vie.

[This one wasn't entirely unreasonably. Compared to some that Grantaire had seen or heard of, the boy's response was fairly calm. He was distant, he seemed to be brooding in some icy aggravation, but it was too early to determine what that might mean.]

Shall we speak of right and reason? Don't tell me you believe in answers--Do you? I have walked this earth for years, and I have yet to find a single sign of the existence of reason. Men and vampires alike make themselves into fools worrying over what is right and ought to be, go to their graves in search of proof and justification.

[A long-ago and deeply embedded memory to accompany that. Planning and speeches, laughter. Gunshots and shouting and red, black. And then... Then it had ended, and hadn't ended, at all. Still. Never mind about that.]

I would wager that you never asked for existence, period. and yet here you are.

[ogreprince]

I won't let you touch her.

[He knew that Chocola was fully capably to take care of herself, strong-willed as she was, but against a vampire she would have problems and if it had to come to it he would fight to protect her.]

It exist many kinds of right. The right society has built up and then the right that the individual sees as right. In my eyes you had no right to do this to me, but it is nothing I can do about it now. I also think that there must be something that makes you do the things you do.

[That he was ending up having a philosophical conversation with this vampire. He didn't like him and yet he was talking to him in that icy yet calm way. It reminded him a bit about how you could talk to a teacher you didn't like, but had to be polite to.]

I never did, but you could have offered a choice in this matter.

[fitofgrandair]

[This boy was turning out to be fun. He had a mind to match that cold resolve. Oh, fascinating. Oh, lovely.]

Could I? I'm not certain that I'm put together that way. I am, you might say, a creature opposed to choice. Or one given to destroying the false idea of choice. To offer so-called choice would be against my nature. And while I am contrary in many ways, this is one place I may not bend. (Or do I speak the whole truth here, if there is a whole to truth? Am I speaking words without foundation, words only for the ethereal slide of communication?)

As such, I've no intention of giving this freedom to your lady; that is a matter entirely your own.

[Grantaire's grin, almost a smirk, yet remained.] If there is some thing, some one, or any what at all that guides me to act as I do, I challenge you to show as much. I have yet to believe a word so spoken, but perhaps you can alter that. Are you--I trust you have a name?--a belief-bringer?

[ogreprince]

There is always a choice. You chose to not give me one and I chose to not like this situation. If it is something you can't chose then it is to not making choices. If you do that then you have chosen to do nothing. Life both living and a dead one like this is filled with choices.

[Pierre was set upon to at least fight this vampire verbally. Physically he was afraid that the odds wasn't in his favor. He could still get in trouble if the vampire got mad at him.]

I do have a name, but I have no need to give it to someone that haven't offered his own.

[fitofgrandair]

It appears we have a difference of opinion. Well. You will have plenty of time to argue your point--should you choose--and I will have plenty of time to disbelieve.

[Rising, Grantaire moved to a small cabinet, from which he produced a glass and an opaque bottle. Blood was always best when fresh, of course, but it was always best to keep a store around for convenience's sake. Creating a vampire was no easy task, and it was best to take something before he started to become light-headed.]

Of course, how careless of me. Names. There are formalities one forgets. I am... R.

[He grinned, returning to the table.] That is to say, I am Aleron Grantaire.

[ogreprince]

[It was not only that they thought different about he was sure. People always had different opinions from another. One reason why society looked like it did.

Pierre watched his creator closely as he moved in the room. He did not trust the other one tiny bit. The only reason why he was still here was the bond between them. He could not leave.]

I wish I could spend my time doing other things than debating philosophy with a vampire.

[The bottle caught his eyes and he froze in his seat. He was sure thar the liquid that moved inside wasn't vine.]

Pierre Tempête de Neige. The pleasure is not mine.

[fitofgrandair]

Time, time... [He shook his head.] Not as pressing as it once was; don't strain yourself in fretting over the mere ticking of a clock.

Pierre Tempête de Neige. [Grantaire filled the glass as he spoke, then took a swig from the bottle. Not terrible. Not as warm as it could be, but he'd been particular about his source, and he could feel the slight burn of the alcohol laced into the blood.] Pierre Tempête de Neige. Your name has a melody of its own, and now you may give to it long life.

[Grantaire slid the glass toward the boy.] If you would like. Or are you ready to begin the hunt? [Grinning, he too another drink from the bottle, feeling the warmth of it begin to ease his head.]

[ogreprince]

Only that the ticking have turned annoying now.

[His hearing was way sharper than it used to be and small sounds was now loud in his ears. How anyone could take all that noise without getting a headache was beyond him.

It sure wasn't vine. He could smell the blood so well, mixed with something else. A hunger made itself known that he didn't knew had been there before.]

I won't hunt humans.

[He picket up the glass. The hunger was more intense and he needed to do something about it. It felt strange to think about that it was blood in the glass, but the human was already dead and a small sip could not hurt. Or it wouldn't if he wasn't so hungry. He only needed to taste a few drops and the contents of the whole glass was gone. He needed more.]

Damn it.

[fitofgrandair]

[He watched as the boy drank, nodded appreciatively. And least the boy's instincts seemed to be on track. That didn't always happen; there had been unfortunate cases in which the recently turned avoided blood, even cases in which their bodies rejected the substance. They never lasted long, and it would have been a pity to see the boy with the melodious name go the same way.]

Good.

[Grantaire reached forward, refilled the glass, took another swig. There it came again, a sense of the warmth, the buzz of... had it been whiskey? Yes, yes, all night.

Problem was that they were reaching the end of the bottle. While Grantaire had several more prepared, he much preferred blood taken directly from a living source.]

To begin, you need not hunt. Most recently turned vampires can't manage to properly corner and draw from prey. You will drink from those I catch. And if you lie, he may not even ill all of them. [He shrugged.] Perhaps.

[ogreprince]

[His body clearly didn't reject the blood, it was welcoming it as its new source of nourishment. Pierre felt a bit disgusted by himself that he so greedily had emptied the glass. It was blood he had been drinking and he should not find it so good.]

No.

[The protest was almost not audible when his glass got refiled. He looked at the dark liquid and down it in one swing. He could not resist the instinct to feed.]

I don't want humans to be my source of food. I feel sick thinking of it.

[fitofgrandair]

[Grantaire shook his head, taking another drink before refilling the glass. That was the end of bottle the first.]

Simple enough: if it bothers you, don't think about it. Do you think it bothers them? We are able to alter memory--At least, I am able, and you will be soon enough. They recall nothing, feel little pain. And what is blood loss, hm? [Then, too, if the humans were drained to death, they would know nothing. This seemed a point best left silent, however. This one was too recently human to separate himself from the matter, still functioned with the figurative heart of a human.] Think of yourself as giving to them a further purpose, another place in that cyclical continuation of life. Or afterlife, in some cases.

[ogreprince]

It is still wrong. What if one of those you hunt would turn out to be my parents? And tampering with someones memories is respectless.

[That glass was also emptied with one swoop. That it had to taste so good. Pierre didn't want it to taste good, it was impossible to resist his needs then.]

Don't talk about them like if they should be some kind of animal.

[fitofgrandair]

[And there, a prime example of the disjuncture between instinct and supposed reason. Finding a place of harmony between the two might prove tricky, but it was well worth the effort.]

You drink their blood easily enough. [Grantaire raised his eyebrows, smirking.] And what of it? Is it not the parent's duty to provide life for the child?

Humans are not so very far removed from animals: remember that, and do not try to block your ears against it now. I tell you the truth as I know it, and as you may well come to see.

Another glass, perhaps?

[ogreprince]

And I feel disgusted by myself for doing so.

[A bit of a frown came to his face. Drinking the blood of his parents, their life. No he didn't want that to happen.]

But not in a sick way like that.

They are not animals. In what way could they be something as low as that?

No. I don't want any more of that cold thing.

[A lie. He was still hungry and wanted more to eat, but the thought of drinking even more of it didn't agree with him.]

[fitofgrandair]

What makes it sick? What makes animals low? And when have you met a human being who didn't thrive off the life of others?

[Grantaire rose again, returning for another bottle. However much the boy protested, he would require more. The transformation was no easy task, and would drain the boy if he wasn't careful. selecting a bottle, he opened it, sniffed.]

Of course, if you don't want any more of this, we could find something fresher.

There is no harm in it, whatever you may think. Your mind is caught between your old habits and what you now can see. Your world has expanded, and you must allow yourself to open up to it.

Fresh blood is, I assure you, countless times more enjoyable than anything from a bottle.