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…DING!
Sleek marble slabs slowly split apart, revealing a lavish pent house with grandiose windows spanning wall to wall, showcasing New York City’s beautiful bustling skyline even in the late hours of the night. Furnished with thick velvet curtains, and thinner shinny satin drapes, all in shades of red, white, and gold. Dimly Illuminated by dozens of red bulbs strung along the spaces ceiling, along with the ambient light pollution from the city below.
Dozens of Elites gathered in the center of the room laughing, chatting, and dancing in overly extravagant white gowns and suits. Their mindnumbing retail friendly pop music blaring from speakers hidden around the room hidden among… questionable… giant golden monkey statues.
Statues that seemed to match the guests themselves, as upon closer inspection, all wore tacky little golden monkey masquerades to obscure their faces. The gathering was… cultish… More so than any prior Elites meet ups they’d had the pleasure of stopping.
Yet the party goers danced on, still blissfully unaware of the four pairs of bloody combat boots that quietly trudged from the elevator and onto their pure ivory dancefloor, their steps staining the ground red with each footprint left behind.
…
BANG!
Screams rang out as dozens of eyes focused on them- many widening beneath their little monkey masks- and igniting a chain of frantic whispers and panicked squeals.
“Oh my god…”
“What are they wearing…?”
“They’re called the What? The who?”
“Wait-No fucking way-”
“Since when did they come to America?”
“Holy shit.”
“It can’t be-!”
“No way! They’re not real-”
“Oh fuck- It is.”
“Are you sure It’s really them… !?”
“It’s the hunters-! T-The one's from Poland?"
The Elites had all stopped dancing by now to openly stare and gawk. Even those outside on the grand balcony had taken notice of the party crashers' presence and seemed to be debating their odds of surviving their fall to the pavement below.
The party's shitty music too had (thankfully) died down into an uncomfortable silence as dozens of disbelieving, fearful, and enraged, fanged faces stood frozen with baited breaths nervously glancing between the fresh bloody mess sizzling on the ground in front of them and the four armed men blocking the elevator doors- the Elites' only real hope of salvation- shutting behind them.
The Polish Hussars.
And even worse for the Elites- The shortest of the group stood still and stoic as ever holding his double barrel shotgun. Wordlessly surveying the crowd for the evening's target beneath light absorbent sunglasses.
Sunglasses that hid the reflective pale blue eyes underneath, that if uncovered- would’ve unnaturally reflected the moon's beams light- much like the monstrous crowds own dead eyes. Clad in black leather from head to toe, a single platform boot was lazily propped up on the chest of dead body guards from the lobby. It’s head now a smoking pile of mush.
Multi- The Polish Daywalker. A damphir, born under complications with a human mother, retaining all the powers of a vampire, and lacking all their weaknesses but the accursed thirst.
Though they didn't know that. No one did. And Multi intended to keep it that way.
But what the crowd did already know- and what was pretty obvious to any onlooking vampire with a deathwish- is that they were about to be absolutely fucked.
And as to be expected… The vamp of the evening was nowhere to be seen.
…Nothing could ever be easy when it came to vampires.
Coven leaders especially were total pussy's who’d sooner hide behind their lackeys before risking the skin off their own backs. And that’s exactly what this particular group of vamps were- lackeys- at best and outright laughable excuses for vampires at worst. This evening's crowd seemed to be nothing but Elites.
Elites, being a new vampire faction, self dubbed by the Hussars themselves. Were all basically just rich, greedy, and plain stupid- turned- humans who sat at the bottom of the vampire societal totem pole. With little to no actual understanding or concept of the power and curse they now bore and were at risk of inflicting to the world around them.
They’d started popping up over the last few years in these little cult-like functions- almost coming together to form a real union- only to be snuffed out by various other hunter groups and organizations just before they could really start causing trouble.
But lately… Well, really in the last year or so- they’d really been making detrimental waves and overstepping into the human world with crazy publicity stunts for “vampire pride” and therefore, overstepping and becoming a problem for the international supernatural community as a whole.
Which vampire extremist groups weren’t anything new by any means- but this group was certainly proving to be annoying as hell. With it’s members actively trying to infiltrate the human world's governments. While still actively being prejudice against other creatures and fucking them over with their actions, while stealing and utilizing the benefits and power creatures had for themselves.
Fucking blood sucking hypocrites.
But hey that’s politics.
Frankly, Multi hated them more than the sleazy street vampires they usually dealt with. Probably because they weren’t all ungrateful and stupid rich bastards and they admittedly had much better taste in music… He’d certainly rather be at one of their raves right now.
But at least he gets to blow some heads off greedy men in suits.
And in hindsight the whole situation was pretty funny, considering most of these elites who bought into the curse were under the guise of it promising “immortality” for those afraid of dying. To “fix their ailments” from terminal illnesses to something as simple as bad vision. Inhuman “power” and “eternal beauty”- all of which was ultimately a bunch of total bullshit.
Because vampires do in fact still fucking age. Slower, yes, but not immortal! The Bloodlust is fucking a nightmare to manage. The stupid fucking garlic and silver allergies? The lack of reflection? The permanent aversion to sunlight? Horrible. For regular vampires at least.
What idiot would choose that?
Elites. With no morals or real care for where the blood they stole to survive came from so long as they had the money to pay their blood dealer.
All being scammed by one devious snake oil salesman, tonight's target.
Their whole group was pathetic and disgusting. Almost as much as their shitty displays of “wealth”. Multi bit back a sneer at the horrifically gaudy suits and dresses he could see closer now. The men and women clutching champagne glasses and mixed drinks- undoubtedly full of various mixtures of blood and alcohol concoctions still frozen in place fearfully looking from one another unsure what to do.
But really, what did they expect?
A whole nest of wannabe purebloods- partying smack dab on the edge of New York City in an “Abandoned” pent house?
They were just asking for it.
I mean for fucks sake even the street vamps were smarter than these Elite dumbasses when it came to their nests. Street vamps actually knew how to hide and fight. But Elites were show offs with more bark than bite from their enormous egos. Which is typically what got them killed.
Speaking of which- A middle aged bleached blonde woman with some tragically botched botox lips brazenly stumbled forwards hissing at them and shoving an uneven stiletto nail at Multi.
“You’re not welcome here, puny hunter! Leave before we make you regret interrupting our masquerade- !" She slurred waving around a glass of blood and champagne a few bold and clearly wasted vamps nervously cheering her on. The bastardous panda even has the gaul to snicker at the damphirs expense.
He’ll regret that later. Multi vows to himself.
Meanwhile others looked tense and nervous at her outburst subtly trying to move away. Hell, stragglers were already trying to sneak away from the back corners of the room…
Poor rich little fools.
There’s nowhere else to go.
The woman egged on by the crowd dared to try and heckle them a bit more- stumbling forwards over the dead bouncers body- and of fucking course- a single red droplet of liquid ambrosia flew from her glass.
Pale blue eyes watch it hit his black leather trench coat and Multi grit his teeth together feeling his fangs that lightly throb beneath his gums, begging to unsheath themselves at the sight.
Ah, Fuck.
His thirst has been getting stronger lately. His serum injections to control his curse were once again losing their potency. Something he didn’t quite want to admit to the other Pols yet. But he knew soon he'd have to come clean…
I mean for fucks sake he’d caught himself subconsciously humming along to Graf’s pulse in the car while the others were talking…
Yeah…Maybe he’d tell them…later.
After he took more of his serum when they got back to the Air B&B. Besides If it really got bad enough he’d just ask Graf for the spare in the trunk- something they always kept on hand for his own safety- per Multi’s insistence as his human brother was far too trusting of the damphir for his own good.
And then of course when they returned to Poland from their little trip abroad- He’d come up with an even better serum. He was afterall coming closer and closer everyday to cracking his genetic code once and for all- to finally ascend beyond the primitive monster inside, eradicating his body's cursed thirst once and for all...finding a cure.
He just needed a bit more time.
“EXCUSE ME-”
Multi visibly flinches cursing both Ewron and his advanced hearing, biting back a hiss directed towards the red panda for his typical lack of volume control.
“-nasty vampire lady, BUT Do you possibly have any extra masks…? We’d absolutely HATE to be off theme for the party!” Ewron smiles sweetly pulling his sunglasses down to obnoxiously bat his eyes at her and being the first to cut through the rooms tense silence and unfortunately he also actually gets a few confused snickers from some of the drunk vampires along with Nexe’s typical raspy giggles a Graf's own fond but exasperated sigh.
God he really couldn’t take them anywhere.
Impatient as ever, Multi takes a step forwards and raises his gun- immediately- the vampires all recoil back in fear, dropping their tough facades and offering money in exchange for their “lives”. Even the woman who dared to spill blood on him before- grovels at his feet beside the body begging for forgiveness.
Her pleas fall on deaf ears, as Multi doesn't bother to hide the smirk that breaks his emotionless facade as he cocks his shut gun, stuffed full of silver bullets and…
BOOM!
The woman's body falls beside the other, smoking from the silvers contact.
Immediately chaos ensues as the crowd breaks into hysterics, running and screaming, some Elites attempting to flee and lunge at them from the cluster while others remain frozen in place.
Wordlessly Multi nods to Graf who’s poised as ever pulling his own weapon from its holster- a pistol- as Nexe and Ewron take cover behind them and tear off their clothes with reckless abandon to change.
And thus the siege had begun.
BOOM - THUMP
BANG - THUMP
BOOM - THUMP
BANG - THUMP
BOOM - THUMP
Multi followed by Graf, alternate their shots at the crowd, currently aiming for the frozen Elites stood in the the front and center of the crowd, knocking them down one by one along with any who dare to try lunging at them.
While the other two Pols, naked as the day they were born, eagerly shift into their respective true creature forms and run out onto the dancefloor. A giant red panda and a werewolf shiba-inu hybrid of all things. Rushing around their backs up the left and right sides of the room, herding the attempted runaways back into the center while also culling those along the sides who refuse to cooperate… either with their massive claws or their deadly maws.
The Elites all scream in horror at the sight of the giant beastly creatures- likely underexposed to the other various different species that hid in plain sight around the world- forced into the shadows by fearful humans and fascist filthy fucking vampires who outnumber most other species.
It also probably didn’t help that most Elites they’d ever encountered were all typically untrained and never prepared for actual battle by their sires. Sure a few might’ve gotten a good punch or claw in at the Pols- but they’d only ever get a maximum of 30 seconds or so to enjoy it before they were dead.
And while the werewolf and red panda creatures both had their respective strengths among the group, neither were typically the most tactically strong fighters of their group for one-on-one combat. BUT both were absolute tanks in their true forms and perfect for scenarios like these with huge crowds in tight places.
Though Multi would never fully admit that praise to them outloud. Or at least not Ewron. It’d simply go straight to his already enormous and delusional head.
Their little group of misfits was certainly quite the spectacle to outside onlookers and honestly is probably what drew the most attention to them-As back when Multi just hunted alone- He had never been recorded or photographed. Because he was a professional and took this job seriously.
But noooooooo.
He let the others join him one time and Ewron had to go and be a little attention whore like usual. Then suddenly they were all over the news and showing up on social media at raves for street vamp nest busts with no real choice but to roll with the publicity in the international hunter and vampire worlds.
Which only made Multis' secret all the more detrimental to keep hidden.
Though it was worth it to work with the Hussars… even if they annoyed him constantly. But no longer bearing the burden of trying to exterminate the scummy vampires of their world alone, was actually pretty nice.
Again he’d never admit it to the others. Because that’d be fucking cringe.
But he really did love his brothers dearly, even if he seldom chose to show it, but he would gladly kill anyone without hesitation to keep anyone of them safe. Well…maybe Ewron. It depended on the day.
Briefly pausing to reload he takes a moment to survey the dwindling chaos he takes in the full scene of mangled, shot, and dismembered bodies piling up. Deep red puddles and splatters staining damn near everything.
Hell they were almost done and the cops hadn’t even been alerted yet.
Tonight might be shaping up to be a pretty good night then.
All they needed to do now was find their target and end this nonsense once and for all. So everything in the supernatural world could go back to its relatively normal balance among the humans- and the damn leech population would be put back in their place for another few years- or at least till some other jackass had another bright idea regarding vampire elitism.
But more importantly- they could take a little break from trying to save the world since the Federation- (the hoity-toity big shots of the hunter world that were in good with most countries governments-) -could surely finish the job and get a handle on the population once they killed the current biggest threat to humanity they somehow had been failing to exterminate for the past five or so years…
Killing Mr.Jaymes Jebehdiah Schlatt.
A businessman and the only openly “turned” vampire political figure, peddling the idea that “gods greatest gift.” was vampirism itself while also discrediting the federation at any given opportunity.
The Hussars weren't usually even all that concerned with international affairs beyond their continent- But Schlatt also had a stupid crypto currency one of their members had accidentally gotten tangled up in- Schlattcoin.
Graf, bless his heart, initially followed the sleazy American and was one of the first to buy into the scheme early on when he was still acting like a concerned and promising upcoming politician who wanted creature equality. Before he switched to strictly vampire supremacy.
Graf, always the ally to his creature brothers, and seeing momentum and potential in the young American vampire's political career years ago, wanted to support his efforts. He invested early on, initially being told it would help the cause, owning some of the first coins ever made.
However “helping the cause” turned out to be a bit more graphic than anyone really expected. In reality, hidden behind Schlattcoin’s affairs, were illegal “blood banks”. Worse than regular money laundering. The pyramid scheme funded industrial farm facilities where humans and even other creatures were being abducted and sold in exchange for Schlattcoin and blood vouchers. Imprisoned and routinely medically harvested- to prevent accidental infection and unwanted population increases via the natural contamination through contact with a vampire's saliva that occurred with traditional feeding.
All in all…It was all just really getting out of hand.
So Schlatt had to die. For the better of creature kind and humanity alike…Plus Graf wanted to try and get his name off the ledger and databases regarding the NFT as he was quite humiliated over the whole debacle once the reveal was blasted all over social media.
Mutli and Ewron had a field day giving him shit for actually believing a politician would want to help, creature or not.
But now here they were a couple years later after no one had done anything, after finally deciding to take their long awaited trip to America after years of talking about it- they figured they might as well kill two birds with one stone!
Plus having bragging rights over the Federation if they killed the infamous coven leader would be amazing. They simply couldn’t pass that up.
“I haven’t been able to pinpoint our target yet, have you had any luck?” Graf pauses his own assault with a hum, drawing Multi back to reality. Glancing at the taller man he briefly tenses as a vampire lunges from the side- But it was fine.
Because Graf was able to effortlessly methodically disarm the Elite who’d tried to rush him. Slamming the bastard to the ground with his self defense techniques and skill that outwitted the vampire's increased but untrained agility and strength.
Graf pulled out a silver dagger and staked him effortlessly in between the eyes and then once in the chest for good measure watching the creature writhe and smoke on the floor until the twitching stopped.
“Okay showoff...But no, I haven’t seen him yet. He’s probably somewhere upstairs hiding and trying not to piss his pants.” Multi snorted.
Looking over he could see Ewron stalking into the kitchen with his tail fully poofed up- go figure he’d go for the kitchen- Meanwhile Nexe was outside on the balcony wreaking havoc on the last few who hadn’t yet jumped off. Happily jerking one vampire around by his leg before tossing him over the side with a perfectly cut scream- Multi couldn’t help but snicker at the giant werewolves little fluffy tail happily whipping around like crazy.
Stupid dog. The damphir snickered. Yet there was only fondness in his cold chest.
“Hey Multi, can you help me with this?” Graf asked calmly and the damphirs eyes narrowed.
Slowly turning back around he only recoiled -ever so slightly- he didn't jump- he’d never jump- When found face to face with Graf tossing a snarling woman right at his face. Instinctively he dodged her slice and without another thought was blasting her right in the head, her nails just inches from where his face had been.
“Good reflexes.” Graf quips with a cheeky little grin as the taller man presses his back against Multi’s, reloading and using the damphir for cover as the shorter bites back a snarl gritting his teeth and firing at some of the last stragglers in the room. Just a few men and women who tried to be quiet and sneak up the stairs- but they come rolling back down screaming and sizzling in agony with each shot he takes.
“You know you’re a real asshole sometimes right?" He snaps and elbows the taller gently- extra careful not to use too much of his actual strength. Graf was tough- but not tough enough for the equivalent of a fucking fridge to hit him straight in the ribs if Multi’s wasn’t careful.
“Oh don’t be a big baby, you’re fine. It doesn't hurt the big bad daywalker to have a good scare every now and then you know?” he teases, daring to pinch at his cheek and this time Multi fully flashes his fangs with a hiss flipping him off.
But as per usual the human is painfully unbothered, chuckling and waves him off pulling out a wadded up collection of papers poorly taped together from his jeans- The building's floor plan he’d somehow magically managed to get his grubbly little hands on.
Oh Graf and his stupid (incredibly useful) nerdiness.
“So there don’t appear to be any secret panic rooms in the schematics- but I have a strong gut feeling he’s probably hiding in the master bedrooms upstairs. Unless he’s one of the few that just jumped off the balcony… but there’s no fire exits’ up here, The buildings listed in his name, and he was just bragging about this party on twitter half an hour ago, so he couldn’t have gone that far.”
Well then…
Multi sighs and turns to the semi bloody staircase cocking his gun in preparation.
“Keep the exit clear and help Ewron if he finds any survivors, watch for cops, call if you need any backup-”
“Yes, yes I know the drill. Come and avenge you if you’re not back in five...” The damphir rolls his eyes and nods at the other for finishing his sentence- god forbid he actually cares about any of these assholes- Turning and walking into the giant puddle of red. Blood. Both tainted and the faintest bits human- likely from their mixed drinks all intermingling in a giant disgusting puddle.
The tainted vampires blood reaks of rot and decay the scent is actually just fucking pungnet and damn near enough to make the damphir gag.
“I’m sure we’ll manage, but do try and go easy on him? He's still pretty young! Oh and let me know if you find any computers!” Graf shouts wandering over to the kitchen Ewron had been rustling around in, as Multi presses on through the sea of red-
BOOM THUMP
BOOM THUMP
BOOM-
-They’d be fine.
He often had to remind himself they were all perfectly capable fighters- and by now with roughly five years of teamwork under their belt they were no longer amateurs by any means. They could perfectly handle themselves, especially against Elite vamps.
Without the healing factor and superstrength Multi had...
Bloody black combat boots met the edge of the sea starting at the base of the still relatively pristine marble stairs- tainted by the red footprints that marched up them with quick and quiet ease.
Reaching the top Multi surveys around for any additional surprises or assailants but found- shockingly- none, no one waiting to attack. Not even another fucking guard like the ones down in the lobby?
What kind of coven leader was Schlatt?
They always had guards for their private chambers-?
Whatever. Probably just a stupid trap.
Looking into the dark hallway, every door was shut… Yet one at the very end had a light on.
Definitely a trap.
Nevertheless, Multi stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the blood bath and shrugged at Graf who was positioned near the kitchen entrance, directly below him, keeping watch on the elevator as well as covering Nexe and Ewron's back as they scoured for any straggler vamps and bloodbags.
“Don’t take too much time drawing out the fight out with your whole dark and brooding thing! We won’t have much more time before the cops come.” Multi just rolls his eyes and wordlessly walks towards the dark halls entrance staring at the single illuminated door with distrust.
And despite his better judgment, Multi walks on and stops for a moment in the middle of the dark hall and looks at the four other doors, all dark underneath, sighing.
If there were a few vamps who’d managed to flee into them- he’d make quick work disposing of them when they became a problem. But just to be safe…He closed his eyes and listened closely… Yet no movement came from any of the other rooms- nor any panicked whispers…? No breaths- no movement-?
Nothing-?
SHATTER
Clink-
Clink-
Clink-
Clink-
Clink-
Multi’s head whipped back to the illuminated door in surprise.
“THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR!? ARE TRYING TO GET US CAUGHT?” A smooth deep incredulous voice booms though the wall.
Schlatt.
Perfect-
“Oh I don’t know…MAYBE IT’S ‘CAUSE YOU PUT ME IN THAT FUCKING CAGE- AGAIN- WHAT DO YOU THINK?” An outraged and higher voice squawks before dissolving into a flurry of…Spanish?
The fuck…?
The higher pitched…Man?...On the other side was absolutely cursing up a storm laughing- or maybe crying? Whichever way he was hysterical- as the only rapidly fired words Multi could catch were all swears- the only words he really actually put any effort into learning.
“Pumpkin-PLEASE- stop being so difficult? You gotta get your things–” A desperate plea along with another loud thump and something else shattering can be heard hitting a nearby wall-
Multi reaches for the doorknob and quietly crushes it trying to carefully push open the door without alerting either party to ever so slightly peek in and prepare his attack.
Inside Schlatt stands there with his back turned to the door facing an… off shooting private bathroom? His arms crossed in a dark grey suit- too good to match with his guests? Go figure.
From what Multi can see from the little angle he’s got- there seems to be a giant shattered full body mirror near the entrance with another little dark blur pacing back and forth inside still cursing at the taller- another Elite maybe? a Bloodbag? an infected? He wasn’t quite sure yet due to the warped reflection hiding whether or not there was anything to reflect- as vampires were soulless and didn’t reflect in any way- aside from their floating clothes and jewelry- which were always a dead give away- well. Up until the digital age with phones and video cameras at least.
He wasn’t quite sure why.
But they keep arguing for two minutes, totally unaware of his presence, and any amusement from the strange encounter had quickly subsided. Though watching the higher pitched spanish speaker actively trying to barricade himself in the bathrooms and Schlat humoring him with both exchanging insults was actually pretty funny- Multi really rather just go back to their Air B&B to relax.
They were on vacation afterall for fucks sake-
“...YOU KNOW I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU WHEN YOU START YAPPING ALL FAST LIKE A DAMN CHIUAHWAH-”
“SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP-IM-TALKING-NOW!” A hairdryer among other things like fancy shampoos, conditioners, and even a bulky electronic razor is hurled out of the attached room, some smashing against the vampire with shocking precision who struggles to avoid the projectiles, other items thumping and shattering against the floor.
Though Schlatt only sounds mildly annoyed as the objects bounce off and break against him grunting and groaning weakly with clear annoyance for show more than anything. He even dares to step closer, patronizing the other and complain about how much it’s going to cost to clean everything up.
They’re seriously just actively just having a domestic dispute like they’re NOT currently under attack. Hell the tall vampire even has the audacity to lean into the open bathroom doorway all casually - cornering the smaller Elite in. From the few minutes he’s observed, Multi can conclude that Schlatt is definitely a bit of an asshole. Though he is quite funny.
“-You really rather be left here and die than come with me? All cause what? I threw you in the cage-? Told you the truth? How nobody wants to see you, WITH THAT TIRED-”
Schlatts fully distracted and closed in on the other in the small space stepping further into the bathroom…cornered.
“Dont you dare.” The Spanish speaker's tone is clipped, a warning.
Now's the perfect chance. Maybe not the most honnorable way to kill somone- but certainly the fucking easiest- thats for sure.
“FLAT-”
“Schlatt.” There's a slight waver.
Multi double checks his gun one last time. All good to go!
“FLABBY-”
“Dont-you-FUCKING-say-IT-!”
“-PATTY.”
There’s a finality in Schlatt's voices followed by a startling silence…Only to be broken as Multi kicks in the door with controlled power and precision- careful not to destroy the damn thing- Because getting caught in a fucking door mid hunt was hella embarrassing and not a mistake he ever wanted to experience again...
Never again. Multi holds his gun out and quickly fires at Schlatt’s turned head-
BANG!
-Only to be thwarted at the last second as the small dark figure from the bathroom- the other Elite charges.
“PUTA-MADRE-RAGHHHH!!” The dark little blur hurls himself against the startled taller vampire's waist and manages to unbalance him- which along with the debris by his feet- causes the coven leader to trip and the two to stumble onto the floor full of bathroom debris and shattered glass.
So rather than Multi’s silver bullets lodging themselves in monstrous undead parasitic flesh- they’re instead logged in the remnants of the broken bathroom mirror, the cement hidden beneath catching the bullets with ease.
Having just barely dodged the bullets occupying the space they once stood in the doorway, two pairs of panicked and enraged eyes look from their intruder to one another in disbelief.
For fucks sake.
Tonight was supposed to be a good and easy night damn it all!
Why can’t things ever just go right!?
Multi, not even bothering to hide his annoyance at this point, cocks his gun and points it at Schlatt's head, who’s on all fours pinning the smaller squirming vampire to the ground with a scowl. On his face is a golden mask much like the other party goers, except instead of another monkey his looks more like a ram, with obnoxiously large curled horns reminiscent of the devil.
How fitting.
Schlatt seems to size him up and gives Multi a weak chuckle daring to try and make eye contact before sitting up a bit- albeit keeping his legs locked around the shorters lower back- pressing gently- maybe to the untrained eye but with just enough force to keep the other down- Hell he probably could easily just crush the other vampire's between his legs with just a touch more power.
“Hey it’s you…! One of those hunter guys…! Sorry you had to catch me and the missus here in our little tizzy... He just really hates to travel, but uh…, I’m sure you had a great time with the rest of the gang downstairs- What can I do for you…? Lookin’ to invest? Want some of the good shit? Crack and booze I mean, not just blood, I like to mix it all up, have a lil variety you know?” He gives Multi a wicked grin standing up and dragging the smaller man up along with him ignoring the gun actively following them.
What the actual fuck is with this guy?
“Let me go-LET ME GO ASSHOLE! DON’T-YOU-FUCKING-TOUCH-ME!” The shorter wiggles against the coven leader's firm grip, a single hand wrapped around his waist forcing the smaller against his chest.
Multi quickly lifts his gun and fires at the taller vampire's head-but Schlatt just pushes the shorter vampire to the ground and is just barely able to whip himself to the side dodging Multi’s silver bullet, stumbling against and ultimately rolling over the giant California king bed in the center of the room in a split second, dropping onto the floor beside it.
“FUCK!” the shorter cries in pain as Multi can hear the crunch of glass under his weight as he’s forced to the ground.
Multi doesn't even have a chance to get a good look at the little vampire before he smells it.
A dubiously sweet and airy aroma of cinnamon, apples, and cedar wood overwhelms his senses- he can practically taste it… His mouth waters and his fangs throb actively trying to unsheath themselves beneath his tightly pressed lips as he grits his teeth together while he fights the sudden urge to cough from his rapidly drying throat as he gazes upon the shorter Elites- blood.
Except it’s not the same putrid smell like that of the others downstairs…
It's the most tantalising scent he’s ever smelt- He tries to bring a gloved hand to his nose to block it from affecting his already temperamental thirst- but the single sniff is already too much for his monstrous instincts.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-he locks onto the man’s rapid pulse.
The little vampire must be terrified-
But…but that can’t be right? Because a vampire's heart can't beat that fast.
He’s human.
Schlatt's personal bloodbag…
and he smells absolutely heavenly.
Which is odd… because Multi’s been around gallons of human blood before- But none has ever smelled quite like this-…this human’s blood…it-it smells so…so good… It’s never smelled this good before…? His head feels fuzzy yet he wants more.
His inner logic knows something isn’t right. Yet he still slowly closes in and looms over the little man curled up sniffling and cursing on the ground, his vision locking in on the beautiful ruby red gashes full of little glass shards covering his little hands, red dribbles starting to cascade down his palms and slowly speckling the pristine marble floor like rainfall…
His throat is parched and his vision starts to tunnel.
He can’t think straight- all he wants is to be closer- to taste it.
He can’t stop himself- This hadn’t happened in ages- he was above this feeling- The bloodlust.
Yet here he was trapped in a frenzied daze finding himself starting to kneel down, shakily reaching for a beautiful bloody hand… But his movement catches the attention of the shorter man who screams and struggles to scramble away-
The noise is enough to startle Multi back to reality. He heaves himself away and turns grabbing his gun to aim for Schlatt-
POW!
Multi screams in rage more than pain as a bullet rips its way through his coat and lodges itself in his shoulder.
But the pain is sobering. And he doesn't crumble. Silver bullets don’t work on him.
Schlatt stares at him in wonder across the bed still holding his glock.
“What…? What are you?” He grins with a teasing voice and intrigued gaze, lowering his gun. “You ain’t smoking…? But I sure as hell know no human can take a shot to the shoulder and stay standin’."
Multi snarls and points his shut gun at the vampire's chest, pulling the trigger without abandon only or the coven leader to side step just in time for the bullet to fly past and shatter a grand window behind him.
“AY-! There’s no need for that man. Nobody else needs to die here tonight, if you’d just please leave my home we can forget all this happened. Hell, you tell me what you are and I might even call you back and hire you as my personal body guard… Bet I could pay you triple who ever hired you to kill me.” He makes no move to drop his own gun but instead pulls out a wad of cash with his free hand.
Psh. As if he’d need to be paid.
They were just going to rob these elite corpses anyways.
The Hussars didn’t belive in that morally righteous bullshit. All money was blood money. Vampire just happened to have a lot.
Still Multi heaves and struggles to breath against the overwhelming scent in the room and the ever so slight pain in his shoulder.
He still powers through it and tries to shoot the coven leader again- but a sharp cry from behind catches his attention as he sees the smaller man pulling at the glass in his palm, pressed up against a-a…a giant human sized bird cage?
What the fuck…?
Multi glances from the man and the cage to the vampire in shock. The coven leader blanches seemingly guessing his thought process with a groan dragging a clawed hand down his face.
“Listen man… it’s not for that kinda shit…We’re a bit freaky…But not THAT freaky.”
“Fuck…” The shortest man in the room cries with a watery sniffle clenching his teeth and struggling to pull the glass out with trembling blood soaked hands.
His body lurches him towards the shorter man in an instant against his will- The coven leader behind him screaming out a warning to back off in rage as he looms over the little man clenching onto the cage for support- to stop himself.
Accidentally stepping on a discarded shard of glass- stained in that same ruby red that tempts his sanity- The shorter man’s head jerks up and meets the damphirs gaze behind his sunglasses.
Mismatched brown and milky blue eyes hidden peak from another golden mask locking onto his own burning not with fear- but pure rage.
Multi stops- transfixed by their raw passion.
POW!
Another silver bullet whizzes past Multi's head springing him back to the task at hand as it hits a bar along the bird cage ricocheting off towards the assailant who curses in surprise leaping back to his spot behind the giant bed.
Back in control he pinches his nose and doesn't allow himself to look any further at the little temptor- instead jerking his head back around to focus on the REAL target of the evening.
“FUCK! PUMPKIN…!? ARE YOU OK?” Schlatt shouts from behind the bed-
“Oh y-yeah…! I-Im fuckin’ PEACHY! -NO ASSHOLE- I'M BLEEDING OUT!” The human shrieks and Multi winces unable to cover his ears, the other vampire having the same sensory issue before taking aim at Multi once again- Multi does the same and pulls his trigger- But there’s nothing.
Fuck.
He’s got to reload.
Schaltt catches on to this and laughs jollyly, shooting without abandon as the damphir curses in his native tongue and drops to the ground dunking beside the bed for cover.
POW-POW-POW-POW-
He quickly grabs some ammo from a pocket in his cargo pants and reloads. He doesn't even spare the human a glance as he’s turning to pop up and aim at Schlatt when-
“Eh-!?” He grunts in surprise, dropping his gun and himself onto the bed as the shorter man launches himself onto Multi’s back with all his strength and clings to him like a damned koala.
The Damphir’s nostrils involuntarily flare and his eyes widen in horror as the scent is back with a vengeance.
Multi’s fangs fully unsheath themselves against his will and his brain turns to mush at the close proximity of those bloody ruby red hands wrapped around his neck and pawing at his jaw trying to pitifully strangle him. His claws unsheath within his gloves and he grabs onto the bed for support-as trying to pry the man's hands off in this state would only lead to absolute disaster… Still as he squirms and tries to shake the man off, rolling around against the bed and struggling not to actually hurt the man further.
The coven leader watches them with clear frustration, his gun pointed and following the two rolling about on the giant bed ready to fire at any moment's notice.
“QUACKITY-!? YOU GOTTA GET OFF HIM! I CAN’T GET A GOOD SHOT DAMN IT-!” He tries to order, but the shorter man suddenly must have a burst of adrenaline, as he only grunts and is able to lock his legs around Multi's chest tighter in defiance. And in this moment of struggling the human unintentionally wraps a bloody palm against the lower half of Multi's face-
Unable to protest or stop the man in his wrestling- the damphir panics as one of his fangs drags along and slices the man's wrist- they both gasp.
The sweet blood oozes into his mouth and electricity jolts down his spine and fries his brain- he can’t even stop the involuntary moan of surprise that leaves his mouth as his body goes ramrod straight.
Fuck.
He can’t think.
The monster inside of him urges him to stop playing with his food. To bite into the open hand that feeds and tempts him. To grab onto that divine wrist oozing liquid ambrosia and to drink- to never let go- to pin him to the bed- rip out his throat for more- tear into his heart and drink straight from the source-
and before he even realizes it- lost in the internal battle of his own monstrosity- the world is suddenly flipped upside down.
The human wastes no time in Multi's moment of weakness and readjusts without further fighting, swinging his weight to pin the slack damphir down against the bed. He sits on Multi's back shoulder blades, locking his thighs around the damphirs head and shifting the rest of his weight to his ass to pin Multi’s shoulders and arms to the bed- the damphir winces and grunts feeling the bullet buried inside his shoulder dig in further into a nerve through the humans efforts.
Despite the pain- he’s still unable to move, instead more blissfully focused on the human's mind numbing scent and natural warmth surrounding his face- the warmth burning against the damphirs own unnaturally cold skin.
He likes it.
Though his head is spinning from all the sensations overwhelming his body. His claws clench into the bed- unable to do anything more.
There’s no struggle or time to react for either of the two creatures in the room as the shortest man reaches forwards and steals Multi’s shot gun from the bed, and without further hesitation points it at the coven leader.
Damn.
Multi can see the vampire's dark brown eyes widen in shock for a moment before softening as he lowers his own weapon.
“...Pumpkin you gotta let me shoot him-” He cocks the gun. “-You don’t want to do this. We could have a fresh start somewhere else…!, I know you’ve been wanting something a bit…simpler…lately and I think- ”
“You think Schlatt? That’s all you EVER do for us. Since when do you know- Or even care- what I want anymore?”
And suddenly the fog in his brain starts to recede and Multi remembers he’s the one being held hostage in this crazy telonovella now.
And while this certainly is a new low for compromising positions on missions…He’s not quite sure yet if being trapped between the legs of a delicious smelling stranger is better or worse than being stuck in the door.
“...Quack–
BANG!
“QUACKITY! YOU TRECHOUROUS BITCH!” Schlatt roars in pain and outrage, Multi hears the coven leader cry out in pain and drop to the ground with a thud holding a sizzling leg, struggling to reload his weapon.
With his face pressed further into the mattress, Multi actually can somewhat focus again- He grunts and stands in a quick motion shifting the human weight on top of him to drop onto the bed before stumbling off for better leverage of the situation.
And to distance himself from that dangerous little bloodbag.
“Fuck!” a reedy voice yelps as Multi briefly struggles with the little bastard who has a shockingly strong grip holding onto his weapon. Multi snarls flashing his fangs at the shorter man- tired of playing nice- though the little rat doesn't even flinch.
“He’s mine.” The human snarls back pulling at the gun and causing Multi to pull his injured shoulder with a curse. Finally having a moment he gets a proper good look at the human.
Beyond his rage filled eyes- the little man too has a cheesy golden mask- though his is sculpted with feathers and a beak- some kind of bird? Outside of that He’s dressed similar to Schaltt sans a blazer, instead opting for some little black suspenders. There's also a grey woven beanie atop his head, with long wispy shoulder length black hair peaking out.
He’s…Interesting.
“Do you WANT him to KILL US? ARE YOU SUICIAL NOW? You really think he’s gonna let you go if YOU kill me?” Schlatt cries out still on the ground struggling with his weapon.
“Y-Ya know…At this point I’d rather him KILL ME than just be your little-fucking-BITCH anymore!” The human screams with tears rolling down his cheeks-
BOOM!
“FUCK!”
Schlatt screams and grasps a clawed hand at his shoulder. The man on the bed sniffles, cocking the gun once more.
“B-Baby…Please...I’m sorry…? We-agh-We can still-!” The coven leader grovels on the ground sizzling while the man on the bed sat beside Multi sits there frozen, sniffling.
Without looking at the hunter, he looks from the man to the gun and almost…reluctantly… sets the gun down and turns his head away.
An invitation.
A plea.
Wwwweeeeeeeeeeewwwwooooooooooo…
Wwwweeeeeeeeeeewwwwooooooooooo…
Wwwweeeeeeeeeeewwwwooooooooooo…
Distant sirens fill the air below.
Fuck.
The cops had arrived.
In a quick burst Schlatt grunts and moves, tugging himself up to the bed, reaching and clutching a clawed hand around the shorter man's bloody wrist pulling him off the bed with a scream.
Multi grabs his gun and rushes over to the other side of the bed. Sitting against it, the vampire looks worse for wear holding the human struggling in his lap. He grins and holds his gun to the squirming shorter's head and Multi sneers at him.
“You take a step closer and I kill him...” The taller taunts like some stupid movie villain.
Multi can’t help the snort he makes an incredulous look taking control of his face.
Sure this human smelt and tasted really good- (really, really, really good-) -but they just met! Besides, he's too sweet for Multi.
And the Damphir will be DAMNED if some little blood bag is going to make him lose control like THAT again.
Sometimes casualties were necessary!
Both freeze and look from one another than back to him, clearly perplexed by his lack of concern. Multi just raises his gun with a faint smile.
“Well…Uh…Damn…? Guess you’re not one of those all life’s precious, self sacrificing, justice hunters are you huh? Didn’t really expect that…”
“Nie.” He smirks, cocking his gun.
He really needs to get this show on the road or there is going to have a big mess down stairs to deal with too.
“What…? What did you just say? Is that German?” The Coven leader squints looking from the hunter to his bloodbag, cocking his head with narrowed eyes in frustration. “Does no one speak English anymore?!” He whispers out in one quick burst panting in pain before whispering something a tab bit intolerant into the humans ear- Multi of course hears it and glowers while the shortest man grumbles something rather sassily in Spanish fighting to try and free himself- but its no use fighting against the coven leader's strength as the vampire hits him upside the head again with his gun the shorter man crying out in pain and rage.
Multi blanches at the language barrier and tries to find the right words…He’d never really been a fan of talking much. Let alone in English. Hmm… Oh yeah!
“Do-it. Bitch.” Multi spits and raises his shotgun to the vampire's head. Schlatt yelps and readies his own weapon.
Despite this fact, The human seems shockingly the calmest out of the three of them, even closing his eyes and balling his bloody fists in his lap no longer struggling against the vampire, quietly murmuring a quiet Spanish prayer.
And for the first time in… a while… Multi actually hesitates.
A twinge of guilt stabs at his dead heart as he actually feels some remorse for what he’s about to do…
Schlatt presses a kiss to the other's cheek. Tears start to stream down the resigned human's face and The vampire just sighs in defeat.
“S-Sorry ‘bout this Pumpkin. But I-Argh- gotta go…I hope-I really do hope I see you again…” Schlatt whispers and the damphir desperately wishes he didn’t have his incredible hearing for such intimate moments like these.
Love was so sickening and twisted.
In an instant a clawed hand is tearing at the shorter man's pristine white button up, snapping one of the suspenders to the side and tearing the buttons open and revealing a sliver of tan skin underneath
“NO-NO-NO! SCHLATT-”
Mismatched eyes snap open in shock staring into Multis with renewed rage as he starts to struggle pulling with all his might against the vampire who grunts angrily at him to stay still-
“No-no-no! SHOOT HIM! SHOOT DAMN IT-!” He’s demanding, and Multi unexpectedly finds himself listening. Raising his gun ready to fire when-
-The disgusting coven leader's fangs pierce his skin from behind, dark brown eyes stare into Multi's pale blue beneath his sunglasses with a smug satisfaction.
“SHOOT HIM-! SHOOT--AH-HHMmmmngh~!” The man gasps and writhes in… pain. Right. Pain.
He wants nothing more in this moment than to gouge those smug eyes out. And to be in his place-
The coven leader starts rapidly draining the poor man of his blood with fervor.
The human struggles visibly weakening as his life force is stolen by the greedy bastard and the disease undoubtedly begins to enter his body.
Fuck.
Well…
If the bloodbag wasn’t already infected, he certainly would be now.
As those dual colored eyes slowly flutter shut with a few dying gasps and whimpers- his body goes limp in the monsters lap, Multi finally fires-
BOOM!
But the vampire drops himself and the hostage to the ground. The Nightstand behind them explodes from the impact of the bullet and Multi too jumps back from the wooden shards of debris.
The coven leader high on blood induced adrenaline manages to get to his feet and hobbles around him in a strange jog still careful with his shoulder and favoring his good leg shuffling towards the exit and shooting rapidly at Multi who moves to dodge-
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
Schlatt’s manic laughter rings throughout the hallway as he manages to escape the damphir rushing out of the room.
Multi grits his teeth and glances at the sweet smelling human- no- not anymore.
The man’s an infected- a future vampire.
Regardless of whether or not the disease had come from his own fang earlier. A twinge of remorse wells up inside- The man’s curled by the bed. Motionless.
Multi turns away and begins to march out the door.
There's nothing he can do now.
He’ll likely wake up changed in a few minutes probably, starving, irrational, monstrous- and then Multi can deal with him with way less hangups.
Clutching his shoulder he sprints out of the room after the bastard into the hall and to the top of the stairs- standing there at the bottom staring at Ewron and Nexe in horror is Schlatt.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE!? WHAT’D YOU DO TO MY PENT HOUSE!?” He cries running for the unguarded door to the expansive balcony. The Poles and rescued humans below all watch in confusion and horror as Multi raises his gun and fires shot after shot at the man from atop the stairs-
The window shatters with his onslaught of bullets- though one finally manages to hit their target as Schlatt screams in agony and Multi can see a plume of smoke come from the back of his other shoulder as he races towards the balcony edge.
Wweeeewwwwoooo! Wweeewwwwooo! Wweeeewwwwoooo! Wweeewwwwooo!
Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!
The cops had arrived below and were surrounding the building.
Great!
FUCK!
Multi goes to pull his trigger one last time aiming for the bastard's head but-
Nothing.
He’s out.
The vampire smiles triumphantly sitting on the edge of the balcony with a frightening determination.
Pale blue eyes glower in rage behind sunglasses as the man gracefully sits on the edge before flipping the damphir the bird and leaning back-
“SEE YOU LATER CHUMPS. WAHHOOOooooooooo…!” He cackles and falls off the edge of the building with gleeful laughter.
The damphir stands there frozen. His eyes wander for a moment to the dozens of limp and mangled bodies all over the room- surrounded by the sea of putrid blood. His traitorous mind flickers to the image of ruby red palms. The phantom scent of the most delicious human he’s ever smelt curled up dying- waking up changed- All alone in that destroyed bedroom…
Would he even have a chance to wake?
Or would he take longer…? Gestation could be up to three days…
Or would the sun burn and destroy him before he had a chance to open those fascinating hateful dual colored eyes again?
“MULTI! COME ON! WE’VE GOT TO GO!” Graf shouts and Multi’s body is kicking back into gear before his brain does- the guilt- curiosity- and irrational WANT plagues his cold chest- he’s moving.
But not towards the bottom of the stairs where the others are all rushing towards the balcony themselves- likely to eye the dangers below and plan an escape- stupid fucking cops always making their lives harder.
Now his body is again turning on its own accord- his visions tunneling again- and suddenly he’s racing back up the rest of the stairs without abandon and storming into the disheveled bedroom fast enough that his trench coat billows behind him.
The others are still shouting for his attention downstairs but he’s not going anywhere yet- he can’t.
It’s just the blood. It has to be messing with his head.
He looms over the smaller man, still on the ground bleeding out… dying… His ruby red sock clad legs and gory torn up arms drawn close to his chest in a final desperate attempt at self soothing. Still curled along the side of the bed with his little mask and beanie, shirt a mess, hands torn open, surrounded by woodchips from the destroyed night stand. And worst of it- the four puncture marks oozing that sickeningly sweet blood between his shoulder and neck.
He lies there motionless, his eyes ever so slightly hooded and glossily staring out at the city skyline outside with unblinking eyes.
Gone…
That is until the floor creaks under Multi's weight as he kneels down to… inspect…the human- and suddenly those previously passionate and hateful mismatched eyes lazily drag from his boots on the floor- to the gun still stuck in his gloved hands out of habit.
They meet his own expressionless face, now just….exhausted.
Unnaturally pale blue eyes switch between lazily blinking pupils examining the two unique irises beneath the mask- transfixed by the beauty of each's own unique color. The milky blue looks almost…foggy. and the other a deep and dark brown void.
He’s so distracted he doesn't even focus on the still extremely potent and delicious smell radiating from the gashes all over the man's already weak and frail body.
It wouldn’t take much to finish him off and claim the last few pure drinks of his life-
The corner of the human's plump red lips curl weakly at the edges- He’s frowning.
That’s all this little human seems to do.
He finally breaks eye contact with the damphir letting out a long and tired sigh with a pathetic little sniffle, whispering,
“Do it…” and closes his eyes. Taking one last deep breath he folds his bloodied hands to his chest, spreading the ruby red gashes still seeping from his hands all over the last clean remnants of his once white shirt.
Multis hand falters on the trigger.
He slings the gun around to lay against his back against his better judgment and bends down carefully, hooking his arms around the human's neck and legs- gritting his teeth at the pain in his shoulder protests but pressing on regardless.
Tired mismatched eyes peek up at Multi in disbelief and confusion, weakly struggling in his grasp and pawing and slapping at his chest as the damphir tries to carry him bridal style- the shorter man is unexpectedly…boney. But Multi’s hold is still strong and sturdy despite his wound.
“Que…? Que vas-? ugh…What…what are you doing…? n…no…noooohooo! What are you doing…!?” He slurs confusion and panic quickly spreading across his face as he tries to weakly wiggle out of his captor's hold.
What is he doing?
Multi not even sure himself.
“...Calm down…please.” He whispers but the mans eyes only widen more-.
THUMP…THUMP-Thump…THUMP His heart struggles to pound-
“You’re ‘spose to be killin’ me…why aren’t you killin’ me…? Kill me…? Kill me please…!? I'm so tired…Please just kill me already, PLEASE…I can't keep doing this shit…!” He demands hiccuping and crying with likely the last of his remaining strength still trying to squirm out of Multi’s grip, crystalline tears cascading down his cheeks beneath the mask as Multi brings a bloodied gloved hand up and carefully covers his mouth.
Still the human weakly fights muffling against his bloody gloved hand with determination huffing and puffing.
Multi struggles to keep his expression tame and neutral as he gently pushes the man's mask up enough to pinch the human's nose shut while covering his mouth- carefully walking out the room and down the hall to the stairs.
With every step down the stairs he watches the humans fight slowly die as his struggles cease from his airways being temporarily cut off. Beautiful dual colored eyes gleam in the moonlight staring up at the damphir-
still silently pleading for the unforgivable mercy Multi won’t give him- His fascinating eyes grow heavier and heavier before slowly fluttering shut.
He’s gone by the time they reach the dancefloor. Too weak to fight any further without sufficient airflow. Knocked out. Though his heart still steadily beats softly in defiance and his chest starts to rise and fall once again after the hunter removes his hand.
…
Multi can feel Graf’s eyes on him during their descent down the stairs.
Meeting the other Pol at the bottom he receives a concerned look, taking in the unknown and unconscious figure laying across his arms and chest, beanie and mask clad head propped on Multi’s non injured shoulder nestled in the damphirs neck, he catches Multi's gaze and pulls down his glasses to wordlessly look between Multi and the man in his arms expectantly.
Instead Multi awkwardly clears his throat and pointedly ignores the others' gaze for a moment, glancing at the carnage of the party, the huddled rescued group of bloodbags from the kitchen nervously whispering to each other and shooting them weary glances, before ultimately returning to the practically weightless warmth cradled against him and making his brain fuzzy again from the intoxicating scent- though the putrid smell of infected blood helps keep him sane.
The little man’s at peace… and still so…warm. He can feel how the others' shallow faint breaths and stray little hairs tickle against his neck.
A strange feeling for the Damphir- having never had someone so…close before. Yet he knows with a crushing certainty- This man too will be freezing in no time… a corpse.
Like him.
Except…worse.
Despite knowing this- that the infection is already taking root and altering the humans body…changing him…corrupting him.
His blood… still smells so…
Multi stops breathing and his grip on the smaller man instinctively tightens as his vision starts to tunnel yet again.
That taste in the bedroom wasn’t enough.
He wants more…
Pale blue orbs are locked onto the beautiful ruby red dribbles that trickle from the others ruined shirt his gaze slowly following to catch a glimpse at the fresh bite poorly concealed by the others ruined collar, the sight of the pale tan skin smeared with blood causes his shoulders to square and his treacherous fangs still throb and nearly unsheath themselves as he fights the unsettling and strong urge to just pull the shorter man a little closer and BITE- to not only taste that divine blood again- but to truly drink him and his sweet flavor in and to steal his warmth-
“Multi…?”
Graf.
Fuck.
He can’t do this.
He shouldn’t have taken him.
He should’ve let him just burn up there-
… He’s not meant to be like… them.
He’s better than the other monsters- he has to be-
Multi gasps tethering himself back to sanity by focusing on his brother's concerned look and shoves the dying human with far too tempting blood towards the taller Pol who carefully takes the smaller man into his arms. The Damphir stumbles towards the broken balcony panting for fresh air- desperate to escape that dangerous aroma that muddles his common sense.
Graf bless his heart, gives him a moment to collect himself, during which he decides there's definitely something wrong with this human.
Because no one's blood should affect him like this.
“...Multi…? Who-who is… this…?” The damphir clenches his gloved hands into tight fists, grateful to hide his body's horrific deformities- though the other Pol can still clearly see he’s struggling with control. He takes another breath of the city's “fresh” air and exhales in a long sigh.
So much for telling Graf about his thirst on his own terms then.
He’s calmer now though and finally speaking with a clearer head after a moment away from that intoxicatingly sweet cinnamon-apple-cedarwood scent.
“That’s Schlatt's…pet. He…he was human, but now is an infected-” Multi murmurs weakly gesturing at the Humans collar, distrusting himself to step any closer and touch the other man himself at the moment.
Though his eyes still trail to the cut on his wrist he caused.
He licks his lips and can still taste him-
Graf nods sagely and shares a look of sympathy for the strange little beanie and mask clad man. He clears his throat and gives Multi another expectant look that begs the question of the hour… Why do you care? Always trying to pry more information. Even when he wasn’t literally asking.
But really Multi has no logical reason aside from an irrational and strangely possessive desire to keep and …drain this tainted human of his unnaturally sweet blood.
But he can’t tell Graf that.
So instead all the damphir can do is weakly shrug and try to avoid his gaze. Cobbling together the best bullshit excuse he’s got to try and stay close to the human for just a little bit longer.
“He might be worth keeping for blackmail or we can get info out of him... ? Perhaps maybe we could even ransom him…? Schlatt seemed to really like him.” He shrugs knowing his excuse was pretty lame and likely inaccurate.
Schlatt had left him behind afterall-
Though how any man could leave behind a bloodbag so pure behind- Multi wasn’t sure.
Plenty of people have died on his watch before-
All either necessary or unsaveable losses required to kill their past targets.
Yet tonight he failed even that.
This human was dying. Ultimately for nothing. As Schlatt had got away- and would undoubtedly do this again if his past history were anything to go by. It was all such a fucking waste.
All he wanted from this human was all just his unnatural blood- What else could the monstrous nature in him want after he’s changed? Nothing! He’d be just another fledgling to shoot at- a risk to society- a vampire on the edge of destruction at all times unless properly trained and fed- which took a lot of time and patience- that Multi simply didn’t have.
So why couldn’t he just kill or leave the little infected human behind?
Yet knowing better and likely sharing the same concerns…Graf wordlessly nods along. Adjusting his own sunglasses with a small appraising smile down at the unconscious man.
“Well, I suppose you’re right…Let’s just hope he’ll stay asleep for the car ride. We’ll figure out some way to restrain him when we get back to the Air B&B… Nexe, Ewron went down a few minutes ago to wreak a little havoc and distract the cops…Do you still think you’ll be able to get us away with our new little… friend?”
Friend…?
What a bold accusation.
Nevertheless the damphir nods wordlessly.
He can hold it together and get them out of here. Get more Serum in his system to think properly, figure out the deal with Schlatt and this strange hu- infected- and of course, spiral and rethink tonight's questionable choices in peace.
. . .
He hears the distant sounds of the two creatures below on the city street wreaking havoc as screams ring out- along with gunshots, growls, hisses, and the unmistakable sound of metal crunching and bending with annoying high pitched alarms squealing to life.
Ewron's fatass was jumping on cars again.
They’ll definitely be making some headlines tonight. Graf chuckles at his side, shaking his head.
There's a calm beat of silence as they stand looking out at the balcony and admiring the city lights around them. America was certainly something.
“...I think we can head down with the survivors and sneak out amidst the chaos any time now, I think that should’ve been a good enough head start for them…”
Multi nods and wordlessly steps away from the broken window and marches over to the elevator punching the ‘down’ button with a pout knowing now what he must do.
He uses his teeth and tears off a leather glove and shrugs off his trench coat from his injured shoulder. Sucking in a deep breath-he sets to work using his still clawed hands- and tearing into his slowly closing shoulder wound digging for the bastard coven leader's little gift.
The already traumatized blood bag survivors watch from their huddled group in horror. He pointedly ignores them and can’t help the quiet grunt he lets out from a twinge of pain- he definitely just touched a nerve- that forces his fangs to naturally unsheathed as he snarls powering through the pain and successfully retrieves the little foreign object from his shoulder.
Clink
He pants as the single silver bullet clatters on the floor and his body once again starts to slowly mend itself back together. Graf gives him a worried look and takes a step closer- but Multi simply waves him off breathing heavily with his good arm and stepping back for the safety of the dying man in the other Pols’ arms.
…DING!
The elevator doors slowly open once more and he steps in without further fan fare leaning against a wall in the corner working on restoring his controlled breathing. He carefully pulls his trench coat back up his shoulder and sighs listening to the quiet fearful protests outside-
“Are you sure-?”
“What if he tries to kill us?”
“He's got fangs and claws-!”
“We just got away from vampires and you want to shove us into a sardine can with one?”
He can't help the bitter grin that curls at the corners of his lips.
Help save a person's life and they’ll still be afraid of you if you look a… little… different.
Oh to be human.
Multi quietly snickers to himself rubbing at his tender shoulder with a deep sigh. God he can’t wait to take a shower.
Just when the elevator doors start to shut and Multi believes he’ll be taking this ride alone- Graf, ever the people person, successfully manages to reassure everyone and pull them in, cramping and crowding the once spacious elevator.
Though it’s not lost on Multi how the small crowd of survivors shuffle in one by one on the opposing side of the elevator trying to stand and push themselves against the wall away from the damphir as much as they can, some even closing their eyes and holding their breath their little hearts absolutely racing.
He fights the petty urge to flash them all an extra fangy smile out of spite.
But instead Multi dips his head and tries to focus on anything but the various overwhelming scents and sounds of the humans and their heartbeats.
Yet among them all… his… is still the most prominent.
The damphir peaks at the unconscious body in Graf's arms through his dreads- The stupid golden birdmask still atop his face even with his eyes shut and his beanie clad head just barely touching Multi’s arm. Even more so when Graf tries to press in a little closer to his non injured shoulder- to remind the damphir that he’s there if he needs him-
Though he does indirectly also nudge their unconscious new hostage more against his chest- the little human barely twitching and slurring something illegible in Grafs arms, while the other human survivors all tremble and stare at them from the other side in obvious fear eyeing the masked man and his noticeable bite with fear and disgust.
Bastards. It’s not his fault he was bit…It’s Multi’s.
The thought has him subconsciously clenching his hand…in an instant he unintentionally winds up crunching at the elevator's stability railing behind him.
The other humans in the elevator scream in fear- and absolutely destroy his eardrums- as he growls in irritation.
…DING!
The doors to the elevator open and the other humans immediately spill out and go running in every direction- the cops that’d started swarming the empty building with flashlights shine their lights around in a flurry panicking at the sight of all the screaming and fleeing blood bags.
Still inside the elevator Graf clears his throat, readjusting their hostage.
“...Multi…correct me if i’m being presumptuous, but when we get back to the car…do you need-?”
“Yes…” He grits out through his teeth in shame. Slinging his gun onto Graf's back he hunches over so the taller Pol can awkwardly climb onto him, wedging the unconscious warm body between them.
Multi grunts against the pain of his still healing shoulder but runs.
They duck and weave through the shadows to avoid flashlights and cops until they make it out of the building- From there, there's nothing BUT lights and cop cars with flashing lights surrounding the building.
Thankfully though most of the officers seem to be distracted, torn between running towards the obnoxious human sized red panda climbing along a smaller buildings fire escape and cockily shaking his ass. Or trying and failing to dodge or shoot Nexe- the werewolf in his giant canine form bounding around like a sandy blur knocking officers to their feet with his body and ramming into cop cars they hide behind to ruin their shots at Ewron.
Crossing the street they dodge a few extra flat vampire puddles and indents in the concrete where a select few must’ve been able to successfully drop and escape from the balcony.
As expected there’s no sign of Schlatt- so no bragging rights against the federation yet. But they’ve still got a couple days in America so he’s not going to totally rule it out just yet. They press on and Multi manages to weave through the crowds and avoid the cops until he can find a shortcut through the shady back alleys.
A few blocks and a couple flights of stairs later and they’ve reached their ride, a giant black SUV among a sparsely filled parking garage. Multi finally stops breathing heavily and allows the taller Pol to slide off his back with some slight stumbling trying to hold up the unconscious person Graf partially leans on Multi's back for support while the tallest collects his bearings.
“You’d think by now I’d be used to the speed.” He snorts, the human stumbling off his back with their new addition in his arms- Multi quickly turns around to help try and stabilize them. Though Graf tries to keep hold of their hostage, Multi rolls his eyes at the others' stubbornness and carefully takes the unconscious man back into his arms.
“Hurry up and get the stuff…! Please.” He warns impatiently flashing his uncooperative fangs for extra emphasis while avoiding any further attention to the man in his arms lest he accidentally catch another whiff of liquid ambrosia and accidentally lose himself and unintentionally speed up the turning process.
Graf nods and gives him a pat on the back unlocking the car and quickly getting to work digging through their duffle bags in the trunk for the emergency case of serum.
Multi meanwhile opts to carefully open the back door and sprawls the little human across the leather seats watching him shift and curl up in the back of the seats, his extra boney little back protruding ever so slightly …
TAP
Tap
TAP
Tap…
Multi both tenses and then relaxes in the same moment that his brain registers the sight of Nexe’s clawed feet rounding the corner of the ramp and bounding towards them across the parking garage. The were-dog in his slightly more humanoid form- though still very much a werewolf with the claws, ears, tail, fangs, and excessive fur- but much closer to a human in build than his true canine form, running digitigrade on two legs though still significantly larger than the average man- but much more conspicuous than a giant wolf, still covered in blood racing around the city.
And of course draped over his shoulder is an equally bloody and nude Ewron. Who while quick and constantly fidgeting from his undoubtedly undiagnosed ADHD- he lacked the stamina the werewolf naturally had for long distances.
BUT-on a more positive note- unlike Nexe, when shifting he actually had the decency- not a common term Multi would typically associate with the red panda- to cover himself with his giant fluffy tail.
Sparing Graf and Multi's eyes from the night's second full moon.
Though Nexe slows down a few steps away and starts to approach them with a curious look sniffing the air.
“What’s going on!?” Ewron whispers nervously, squirming to try and turn around in Nexe's grasp. Though his whispering is of course on par with a regular person's inside voice. “NEXE! Let me down! Let me see-!?”
“Shut up! My ears are right there…! That big fucking mouth of yours is going to get us fucking caught one of these days…” The wolf growls warningly his already raspy voice deeper from this forms lesser equipped vocal chords, squeezing one of the panda’s meaty thighs’ with a clawed hand and instantly making the other creature visibly freeze with a yelp, his tail bristling.
Multi openly gags and sneers at the two.
“Can you two not do your gay furry foreplay in front of me?”
Nexe simply growls at the damphir with a scowl before trying to glance at the body Multi covers in the back seat of the car, walking over to the hood and unceremoniously plopping Ewron on top with a quiet “oomph!” Nexe ignores the pouty panda who struggles getting off the hood of the car and walks past Multi leaning against the side of the SUV shifting back into his human form without shame, joining Graf scouring through their bags in the truck.
Ewron tragically is the first to see their new addition while turning around to try and shimmy off the hood of the car, squealing as he looks between the small man in the back of the car and Multi’s intense glare.
“You finally found a boyfriend!? OH-MY-GOOOOOOOOO-”
“-Shut the fuck up!” He hisses, flashing his fangs in warning and clenching his fists to NOT destroy their rental. Still the panda only gives him a shit eating grin giggling like a mad man before rapidly firing a dozen questions regarding the unconscious man in the back seat- all of which the damphir ignores- the damned panda kicking his feet in the air, still dangling off the hood of the car as Multi briefly debates how angry Graf and Nexe would be if he threw him off the side of the parking garage.
Nexe wisely intervenes and manages to distract the panda, retrieving their towels and clothes to change into and giving Multi a break from Ewron's incessant yapping by finally helping him down and leading him to the other side of the car to change.
He tries to solely focus on the ambient city noise, the Polish creatures echoey giggles as they change and recount moments from the hunt, or even Graf who’s still rustling around in the trunk but still finds himself…once again…transfixed… listening to the little infected's steady heartbeat.
Thump…Thump…Thump…
The damphir reluctantly pulls himself away and moves to the other side of the car hopping in the passenger seat and slamming the door shut with a groan and shutting his eyes to avoid the half naked creatures in the side view mirror.
“Multi?”
He slowly peaks his eye open and flinches as a fully clothed Nexe lounges against his open window. The weredog nods to the sleeping man on the back seat holding up two pairs of silver cuffs.
“I take it this one is coming back with us…But is he worthy of our typical… guest… treatment in the trunk or… would you prefer he stay back here with us?”
“I…I’d prefer he stays here with us…Unless you think you can’t handle him.” Multi snorts. The weredog snickers and waves him off, a similar shit eating grin to Ewron’s overtaking his face.
“I thought so~! “ The bastard panda shouldn’t have any right to sound so smug skipping around the car.
“Well…you do usually just leave our guests on the pavement to tie up. This guy must be prettttty special then eh…”? Multi refuses to respond to their bullshit ragebating.
Still Nexe snickers and continues with a smile as Ewron opens the back door behind graf and starts assessing their new addition with the first aid kit a focused pout on his face as he methodically scans the-hu- the infected’s mangled arms and gets to work picking out what glass he can find, disinfecting, and bandaging him. Multi watching him intently through the rear view mirror.
“...If I can fight you and not die, I think I can handle this little guy if he magically turns on the ride home.” Nexe assures and Multi nervously watches the weredog carefully climbing in on the other side of the panda picking up the small infected legs to put across his lap, the little man quietly groaning at being jostled, poked, and prodded.
Nexe sniffs at him with a perturbed face.
So the dog can smell him too then…?
The two meet each others gaze in the mirror. A wordless understanding between the two- somethings off about him.
“He is very special…” The weredog hums looking between the dying man and Ewron with narrowed eyes.
Multi looks away from the mirror. His minds absolutely reeling at the revelation.
There’s definitely something wrong with this guys blood- It’s not just in his head.
He’s not losing his mind, or weak.
Though he’s not sure whether or not that's a relief...depending on whatever this strange man's blood means.
“AWEEEEEE…he’s so cute! Can we keep him!?” Ewron’s grating voice coos and Multi looks back to yell at the Panda to shut up- again- before freezing as he catches sight of them all in the back.
“Well we kept you, didn't we? Don’t see why he’d be a problem if he’s going to be this quiet all the time.” Nexe snickers and Ewron gasps and sputters in outrage pulling the unconscious human to his chest like a teddy bear pouting and proclaiming that no one loves him- before Nexe helps them to re-adjust carefully maneuvering the unconscious man across their laps, his head laying on the panda's cushiony lap.
“Hmph…Nobody likes me but you…uh…whatever your name is…!” He pretends to weep as Nexe rolls his eyes at the pandas' dramatics and slings an arm behind Ewron's seat.
“What is his name Multi…?” The panda holds the man close and gently removes the tacky little golden bird mask held carefully in clawed hands revealing the man's soft facial features-
-along with a long gnarly scar spanning from his forehead to the middle of his flushed and full cheek. The side of his milky blue eye. He’s partially blind…
But he’s already proven himself to be so strong.
A fighter.
He’s gorgeous.
“Multi?” Ewron calls again gently strokes messy black wispy hairs from his sleeping face back towards his beanie.
Nexe meanwhile carefully cuffs the infected- just in case.
“I…I’m not fully certain…But I think Schlatt called him…Quackity?” The name is certainly unique. But it seems almost… fitting.
Though a strange…anticipation…bubbles in Multi's chest as he awaits to properly meet this little firecracker.
The Damphir slowly starts to turns around trying to hide the tiny little smile threatening to cross his lips at the sight of his family immediately caring for the man-
“OH KURWA!” a hand slaps him on his injured shoulder from outside the window and he yelps in alarm more than pain turning to glare at Graf incredulously who grins and holds out his emergency neon green epipen.
His serum.
“You’re so fucking lucky you’re the best human alive, otherwise I would’ve drained you ages ago.” He growls with no real bite taking the serum and carefully readjusting to administer it on himself.
Graf walks around the car and hops in, setting the GPS and fiddling with the radio- allowing Multi just enough time to take off his trench coat and roll up his long sleeve shirt to his elbow, just enough to slowly inject the neon green liquid into his arm.
Instant relief floods his system as the neon green concoction visibly disperses into his bloodstream, its neon green glow fading throughout his veins after a few moments.
He groans and leans back against the leather seat- his mind fuzzy in relief and exhaustion rather than thirst.
All his senses are muddled as his body relaxes, he can distantly hear Graf, Ewron, and Nexe fighting over what station to listen to. Wordlessly Multi leans forwards and taps a random rap station shutting them all up…
Until Ewron claims to recognizes a song and tries to poorly sing along-
Graf grumbles about Multi dooming them to thirty whole minutes of this- while Nexe begs Ewron to shut up. The unconscious human- well- future infected…vampire…sleeps soundly across their laps in the back seat.
Maybe…It’s a good night afterall.
Pale blue eyes begin to droop, watching the dying human sleep peacefully in the back seat while he undergoes the change, eyes tracing the way his chest continues to methodically rise and fall while counting along to the man's steady little heart beat..
Thump thump…Thump thump…Thump thump…
it drowns out the sounds of sirens- Ewron's horrible rapping- and the other cars and noises from the city as they exit the parking garage.
They’re not even on the highway before Multi dozes of to the thought of those plump ruby red lips pulled back in not a frown…but a smile with teeth.
Too sharp teeth- and those pretty dual colored eyes staring at him- Not with that hatred he’d saved for Schlatt… but... Passion?
Love?