A TRICK YAY! Okay here's a Szeth Vampire AU! Rated Teen.
Szeth-son-Darkness flew silently with the winds, alighting as a bat on the windowsill his master had directed him to.
The window was open. He turned into his human form, wearing loose white clothing. It was a challenge to keep clean, but it was what he deserved.
He hesitated at the window ledge. Everything inside him cringed at the idea of entering without an express invitation, but Nin had assured him he would be welcome, and that was enough to be able to enter.
He would go where Nin sent him, regardless of how he felt.
Inside, his victim appeared drunk. He sat slumped in a chair, an empty bottle of violet beside him.
Not even proper wine, a part of him thought. He preferred not to drink blood sullied with alcohol, but his preferences didn't matter. Not while he forced himself to wear a cross, burning the skin of his chest slowly at all times, proving he would never again be worthy of the light.
Szeth approached silently, then stood over the man. He was old, lost in layers of robes. This would be too easy. Not even a challenge.
The man looked up, his ancient eyes somehow still clear and lucid. Perhaps he hadn't been drinking after all.
Szeth leaned forward, pulling the collar of his robe open to expose his neck. "Do you know who I am?" he asked softly.
"Do you know who sent me?"
"Yes." The old man's voice was raspy, yet somehow still full of life. "I have spilled blood, and I knew my blood would be spilled in turn. It was worth it."
Szeth shuddered at such cold words, said in such a warm voice. Surely this man was as dangerous as Nin had suggested.
The life inside the man called to him, and Szeth succumbed again to his own evil, drinking of this man's life, letting the blood fill him, rage inside him, as if the life itself knew it didn't belong in Szeth's body.
Szeth ignored the sweet taste, ignored how the drink made his body want to soar. He could not enjoy this. He would not.
Once he was done, he took the time to wash his sleeve, which had gotten stained. He went to the window, then looked back over the scene of destruction he had caused. He should always remember every death that brought him immortality. The destruction that meant he would live another day.
Nin had chosen him to live as a vampire, and so live he must, but he would make sure that every minute was agony.
Szeth took a breath, holding the cross in his hand, letting it burn the flesh of his fingers as he burned the scene into his memory.
Then he flew away, into the night.
