middaeg | [closed] if i should die before i wake

Who: Trevor Belmont and his Bonded
When: around the full moon
Where: His shared home
What: Trevor finally becomes a full vampire
Warnings: Character death, blood drinking, swearing, Trevor being Trevor

now i lay me down to sleep

[ When he felt it happen, he made sure he was at home. Well, "home" within this world. Where both Alucard and Sypha were, as he didn't wish to die alone. Funny that. Considering he'd spent a great deal of his life not really giving a shit what other people thought of him or coming to think he even needed anyone to begin with. But now all of a sudden? Now all of a sudden he didn't want to be alone and that's why he had been staying around the house more. Also he just... was too weak to do much else other than lay about in bed, on the couch, or slump himself over the window to enjoy the damp cool air.

He was going to only ever get to feel the night air soon.

He'd made sure to alert Berserker to what was happening when he felt a significant change within himself. As if his body was finally giving up, finally so tired from trying to fight off what it knew was coming the moment he first bared his fangs at Alucard months ago.

Death. He was finally dying.

When he does finally die, it's a little more peaceful than he ever thought his death would be. Really, he was sure he'd die by the hand of a night creature or some asshole from Hell. MAYBE some drunken jerk a long way down the line of his life. But to go like this, in his bed with his Bonded near... well, shit. Helluva lot more worse ways to go, isn't there?

He just feels... tired, when he goes. As if keeping his eyes open is the most difficult thing he's ever done in his life and it's with a smile on his face and a breathless fuck you to this world, that he finally just... goes, a hiccup or snap of pain within his bonds cementing it. Trevor Belmont. House of Belmont. Last of the Belmonts. Has finally been laid to rest. ]

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[ When that single drop touches his lips, Trevor greedily laps it up and knocks his head back at just how good it tastes. It's not enough. It's nowhere NEAR enough for what his body craves and he hates how the dragon is being such a fucking tease to him like this. They're supposed to be FRIENDS.

Hands curl into tight fists as he continues to struggle, as red eyes glare at the blood which drips from the dragon's arm and how much of a FUCKING WASTE that all is when it could be sliding down his throat instead. Heels dig into the bed, back arching, Trevor pushing with all his vampire strength to the point where the bed begins to creak and crack before he finally falls against it with a frustrated growl. ]

Fucking... give me your blood. Please.

[ It's tough love, Trevor!!

Berserker is still remarkably calm in the face of the nearly feral vampire. His faith in the enchanted restraints holding is stronger than any fear of him breaking out of them. ]

There you go... [ It's not patronizing, but it's said in the same tone one might use when confronting an injured animal. He bends down over Trevor and puts his bleeding wrist against his lips. ] Now drink.

[ He's in full control this way and easily able to stop the vampire from draining him dry. It ensures Berserker stays calm, too. Much better for both of them if he stays calm. ]

[ Being gifted with that which he has been deprived of, Trevor wastes no time in letting his fangs sink into dragon flesh and he tears into him. Drinking. Greedily.

It's not like how he usually drinks from Berserker. Before, Trevor had always carried with him a certain amount of hesitation, always asking his friend to warn him should he be too rough, should he start to take too much and he always, always took care in how he let his fangs pierce his skin, not wanting to tear too roughly into his flesh.

But this? This is not anything like that and there's such a lack of care given as he feasts on the dragon's blood. Like a starved animal- monster feeding for the first time in however long, he swallows down the dragon's blood and feels its warmth sliding down his throat as he drinks... and drinks... and drinks. The sharp pinch of fangs as they tear into his skin, he growls as he holds tight to the dragon's wrist with his teeth, blood spilling down the corners of his mouth, dribbling over his chin, eyes a frenzied red.

But as he continues to drink, he's hit with not only the familiar bursts of colours and swirls which spin around him out of the corners of his eyes - and they're SO MUCH BRIGHTER now that he's a fully awakened vampire - but a rush of calm and content which he can taste on his tongue as he continues to drink. It... slows him down. Slows his frenzied thoughts and his desperate pulling of blood into his mouth. Slows it to a point where his eyes soften some around the edge and he hums softly as he watches the colours swirl around him from Berserker's blood. He feels... nice. Not as... angry or frustrated or desperate for blood. He just feels calm. ]

[ His wrist is going to look like hamburger after this. It takes a considerable amount of restraint to not pull away from Trevor; the difference in the way he feeds now compared to the previous times is impossible to ignore. Berserker doesn't let any of the uncertainty or fear he feels about it show, nor does he let any of it pass through their bond. This is the one exception he'll make on hiding his emotions from one of his bonded -- it would do far more harm in this situation to let Trevor feel it. Berserker doesn't know how it might affect him and he doesn't want to risk this getting more dangerous.

It pays off. The frenzy fades, which is a relief. He strokes the vampire's hair with his free hand as everything slowly calms down, a further reassurance. The dragon lets him feed for a few moments longer before he pulls his arm back.

...Yeah, that's going to need some attention later. ]

Better now?

[ When Berserker pulls his wrist away from his mouth, Trevor lets him, lost in the flickering of colours within his line of sight and the gentle touch of fingers to his hair. Honestly, it's a good thing he remained calm throughout the feeding or else who knows what Trevor might have tasted through his blood.

But his eyes remain red, despite the calm sort of daze that's come over him, and he finds himself leaning for the dragon's hand, quietly seeking that gentle affection when slowed down as much as he now is.

A hum, he lets his eyes fall shut, head bowing. ]

Mmmmmmyup. Feels... slow.

Edited 2020-03-07 07:07 (UTC)

Good...

[ He'd been counting on his blood having...well, not a calming effect, but at least an effect. There's no more apparent hostility, so he continues to stroke Trevor's hair. Him being high is better than blood-starved like he was. ]

You'll be fine in a little while. Just enjoy that feeling for now.

[ Enjoy that feeling, he says. As if he has much of a choice right now with all those colours and sparkles swirling about. But... he DOES feel a little more calmer than he had been feeling a few minutes ago. Not entirely there yet but... slowly. Maybe. ]

You're staying here?

[ He asks, red eyes lazily looking up to him with a tilt of his head. ]

If you want me to...I could leave you for your other Bonded to deal with.

[ A part of him doesn't want to, but...he probably should. Now that he's calmer, it would be easier for them to handle him. ]

[ He should, shouldn't he? See Alucard. See Sypha. They're bound to be concerned about everything they've felt crackle through the bond. But he's also... not so sure he's quite himself just yet either. Berserker's blood might have placed him into a sort of lull within his mind, but he still wants OUT.

So, leaning back some, pressing lazily against the restraints, he hums. Eyes still sharp and red, blood on his lips and chin. ]

Stay... for a bit?

[ Better that he doesn't just leave him on his own, anyway. It's a simple enough request and it would be cruel (and maybe dangerous) not to honor it. Berserker continues to pet his hair, as if to help ground him further. ]

Alright. As long as you need me, then.

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