A New Beginning Drabble: Revenge
Content: Shattered bones, [referenced] minor whump, vampire whumpee, whumpee-turned-whumper, whumper-turned-whumpee, multiple whumpees.
In reference to this post where Carlos talks about imagining seeking revenge on Ryker's parents for the emotional and physical abuse he went through as a child. This is just a dream. All the things Carlos wishes he could say and do to them but can't tend to come out while he's asleep:)
Not once had Carlos’ owners ever been afraid of him. They were better in every way and had no reason to be, or so they always said.
And yet here they were, backs pressed up against the wall with nowhere to run and what seemed like an endless stream of tears falling down their faces. No matter how hard he tried, Carlos just couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for them.
“How could you do this?” he whispered, fingers tenderly grasping at the frame of a portrait photo that had been taken of Ryker some years ago. After some tentative hesitation, he held the portrait out to them, a light tremor seeping into his hands as he attempted to make them face what they’d done. “Look at him. Look at the way he picked himself back up after you so brutally brought him to his knees. Don’t you feel any remorse? Any guilt for the things you put him through?”
Much to his own surprise, he had both of them tossed to the floor before they could even open their mouths to respond.
It was in that moment he realised that, for once, he had the upper hand. For once, he had a chance to say all the things he’d been too scared to say back then, and they would have no choice but to listen to him.
“You could give me all the time in the world and I still wouldn’t have enough to explain just how incredible this child is,” he tearily continued, arms protectively securing the portrait against his chest as he took a few steps towards them. As predicted, they immediately began to scramble away from him, struggling to avoid the feet getting closer and threatening to shatter anything in their path.
“I couldn’t even care less about what you did to me, you know. My job was to provide stress relief for my owners and I readily accepted that, but still you insisted on bullying and beating on a defenseless child, too.”
There was a sudden snap, followed by the sound of an agonising scream as David’s ankle caught the blow of Carlos’ footing. He smiled, delighting in the sound as he twisted and ground his heel further into the floor. It was a sense of power he’d never felt in his life, and oh, how addicting it was.
He was patient, waiting as the screams slowly but surely eased into muffled cries as his owners embraced. Only then did he release him from under his foot, allowing the man to tuck his knees up into himself despite the obvious pain it caused him.
As soon as he was at their head, he took a fistful of both their hair in each hand and forced them to look up at him, holding on tight enough that they both let out small cries. “I will forever live in shame for not having the strength to protect him before,” he whispered, purposely lowering his voice back into its normal, softer register. “But I’m better now. I’m strong and healthy, and nothing if not loyal to my human. So, why don’t we make up for lost time?”
Carlos cries himself to sleep soon after waking up, overwhelmed with guilt over not being good enough for Ryker and horror over how brutally vengeful his brain is after the lights are out <3 He has not told Ryker about any of this does not for a long, long time.
