tw: blood drinking, captivity
No one was allowed inside the cage.
Hero had lost sense of how long they had been in there, but all they could think about was the blood, and the pain. The hours they would spent writhing on the floor, their throat and their stomach feeling like it was being ripped apart by their own claws. Hunger was agony, and it was spreading through their veins like a parasite.
The swelling in their gums and the piercing shots through their skull had made them crazy, frenzied, like the organisation was housing a wild animal. A wild, dangerous animal.
Blotches of Hero’s skin were full of scratches, where their nails had dug into their flesh to ease the pain. Littering their neck, their arms, their face. They would scar their hands from tearing at the cages bars, smacking themselves against it, flinging themselves across the cage in an act of desperation to escape.
Some days, they would be crying, sobbing, whimpering under their breath and curling up into a tiny ball, and others they would be screaming, growling like an animal, attacking their confinement with such violent verocity.
Hero was long gone, and what was left was an animal, with nothing but the craving of blood on their mind and tongue.
Villain couldn’t bear to watch anymore. They’d snuck into the room without their superiors knowing, and it stung to see the hero shaking on the floor, nails digging into their scalp, breathing like a wounded prey. They would groan and mumble incoherently under their breath, before rolling onto their side and jerking like they’d been stabbed.
Fear pricked at the back of their neck. “Hero?”
There was no response. Nothing but a gutteral groan, like something was wedged in their stomach. Villain swallowed, trying to keep their composure. The key was like fire in the palm of their hand as they slid in into the lock, twisting it slowly. It clicked, and opened, and Villain stepped inside silently.
They went to roll up their sleeve, prepared to let the Hero bite them, but they lunged.
Like a brick wall slamming into them, Villain smacked against the bars of the cage and was sent crumbling to the floor, a breathless gasp on their lips. Hero’s hands were grabbing their clothes with a vice grip, their teeth bared and their eyes wide.
The villain didn’t have time to cry out before there was a blinding hot pain in their neck, and the Hero was jostling them violently in their grip, yanking them closer. Their mouth opened in a silent scream as their vision went white with agony.
They hadn’t expected it to hurt so much, but the hero’s teeth were sinking down so savagely and deeply into their flesh that Villain was itching to push them off. Ripping their teeth from their neck, Hero gasped loudly and immediately twisted Villain’s head, piercing their teeth into the other side of the neck.
Villain gripped their shoulders with trembling hands and pinched their eyes shut, feeling their vision start to blur. Wooziness pooled into them and soon they could barely find the strength to move.
“Hero...” They choked, and it hurt too much to move. “Hero, you’re going to kill me.”
The vampire pressed themselves closer, chest against chest, the words falling on deaf ears. Villain gasped as another flare of pain ripped through them, their face twisting into a grimace.
It had been a stupid idea. But maybe, as long as the hero felt better, even for a brief moment, they would be fine with it.
It hurt when they felt the hero’s teeth sliding out of their neck, and it hurt even more when the pressure of their tongue pressed against the wounds, lapping at the blood. Hero lifted their head, panting, their disheveled hair falling in front of their face.
Villain’s vision was fading in and out, but they saw the hero’s eyes, wide and bloodshot. Yet unlike before, they could see something glinting in those pupils, softening with affection and then sharpening in fear. They were still battling with their need for blood.
Their voice was throaty and quiet. The criminal managed a smile, simply happy their Hero was back.
“Yeah...” Their tongue felt thick and their mind was drowsy from the blood loss. “...s’me.”
The hero released them, and the villain couldn’t help but chuckle in an odd sense of triumph. The vampire lifted a hand to their lips and glanced at the blood, the collumn of their throat bobbing.
Villain barely lifted a finger. “You wanna...” Their head fell to the side, groaning. “...clean up the mess?”
Hero was trembling. “I-I need...I need to help you.”
“But, you’re still–still hungry, right?”
The hero looked stung, their eyes pinching slightly. Their stomach tingled and stabbed softly, making them wince. “I can control it. I-I stopped myself, I’ll feed later, Villain—”
They looked shaken to their core, regret slamming into them. “Villain, I’m so sorry.”
The villain closed their eyes. “...s’fine. I don’t mind. I don’t...” Everything was spinning, and their eyes were going glassy. “Don’t care.”
The hero could hear the rapid decline of their heartbeat, and they wasted no time in bundling the criminal into their arms, adjusting to a slither of their strength being returned.
They were going to get them both out of here, no matter what.
