You open your eyes to pitch blackness. You're lying down, and you can't move your body much...
A Vampire's Tale (BtVS)
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You open your eyes to pitch blackness. You're lying down, and you can't move your body much before running into something hard. You feel the inklings of panic begin to form in the pit of your stomach as you frantically smash your hands against your surroundings. Your limbs feel stronger than usual, and they're actually making unexpected headway.
You feel something give way as you punch through something and suddenly dirt begins to flood into your enclosed space. You fight harder, using your legs as well now, trying to stand up. After a few minutes of struggling through the dirt, you start to catch a glimpse of light above you. When you finally break out of your coffin, as you've realized it must be by now, you see the full moon overhead faintly illuminating a graveyard. Using its light you turn around and can barely make out the words on your own headstone.
(What does it say? Also specify gender, here.)
[Write-in.]
[Leave it to the author.]
That's right.. that was your name. The operative word there being.. it was. Your last memories are of terror as your blood is sucked dry by a man with monstrous strength and deformed face. You were killed, killed by what you realize now was a vampire. Vampires are real. And now you are a vampire as well. But your 'sire' is nowhere to be found.
And you're hungry. You feel it, the thirst, the call for blood. What would've sickened you to even contemplate now seems like the greatest delicacy on Earth. But if you want to feed, you'll need to find people. Preferably isolated, defenseless people. You feel strong now, but you doubt you're invincible.
[Would animal blood suffice? It's worth a try. You don't want to hurt people. If that doesn't work, there's always the hospital.]
[Feeding off of live people is too risky. Perhaps you can rob the hospital of blood.]
[There's bound to be someone walking alone somewhere. Ambush and feed off them.]
[There should be a nightclub around here. You might be able to lure someone away to feed on them.]
[Attempt to stave off the thirst with willpower. Do you need to feed at all?]
[Some other way of dealing with the thirst?]
You feel something give way as you punch through something and suddenly dirt begins to flood into your enclosed space. You fight harder, using your legs as well now, trying to stand up. After a few minutes of struggling through the dirt, you start to catch a glimpse of light above you. When you finally break out of your coffin, as you've realized it must be by now, you see the full moon overhead faintly illuminating a graveyard. Using its light you turn around and can barely make out the words on your own headstone.
(What does it say? Also specify gender, here.)
[Write-in.]
[Leave it to the author.]
That's right.. that was your name. The operative word there being.. it was. Your last memories are of terror as your blood is sucked dry by a man with monstrous strength and deformed face. You were killed, killed by what you realize now was a vampire. Vampires are real. And now you are a vampire as well. But your 'sire' is nowhere to be found.
And you're hungry. You feel it, the thirst, the call for blood. What would've sickened you to even contemplate now seems like the greatest delicacy on Earth. But if you want to feed, you'll need to find people. Preferably isolated, defenseless people. You feel strong now, but you doubt you're invincible.
[Would animal blood suffice? It's worth a try. You don't want to hurt people. If that doesn't work, there's always the hospital.]
[Feeding off of live people is too risky. Perhaps you can rob the hospital of blood.]
[There's bound to be someone walking alone somewhere. Ambush and feed off them.]
[There should be a nightclub around here. You might be able to lure someone away to feed on them.]
[Attempt to stave off the thirst with willpower. Do you need to feed at all?]
[Some other way of dealing with the thirst?]
[X][Leave it to the author.]
[X][Would animal blood suffice? It's worth a try. You don't want to hurt people. If that doesn't work, there's always the hospital.]
Does this take place in Sunnydale?
[X][Would animal blood suffice? It's worth a try. You don't want to hurt people. If that doesn't work, there's always the hospital.]
Does this take place in Sunnydale?
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X][Leave it to the author.]
[X][There's bound to be someone walking alone somewhere. Ambush and feed off them.]
[X][There's bound to be someone walking alone somewhere. Ambush and feed off them.]
Here lies Sara Tillerson
Taken before her time
Rest in Peace
You read your tombstone one last time. You wonder what your funeral was like. Did they notice the bite marks, the exsanguination of your corpse? What did the police make of that? But wait.. now that you think about it, you're not the only one whose gone missing or been found dead. You'd had multiple friends when you were alive just never show up again one day. But for some reason you never realized how abnormal that was. Now that you've become a vampire, it's like a strange veil that existed on your thoughts has lifted. Was there some kind of spell on the humans here in Sunnydale? If so, that would explain why something like a vampire could flourish in a place like this.. it also suggested that there were not only vampires around, but possibly other supernatural creatures as well. You'd have to keep your guard up.
Back to your current predicament.. you weren't going to feed on people. Whatever else you'd become, you still felt human where it counted. It was time to experiment and see exactly how strict your dietary restrictions were. If animal blood could sustain you, you needn't ever worry about having to choose between starvation and murder. There weren't likely to be any deer around here, and you didn't really want to eat someone's pet dog or cat either. Perhaps a bird? You spend a while searching the nearby trees sprinkled about the graveyard. You can feel your parched throat growing ever more insistent with each passing moment.
Finally, you find a nest in a tree in the graveyard and pounce, before your prey can fly away. You feel your face transform into what must be the same twisted visage your sire had worn as you rip your fangs into it's struggling form in your hands. Its blood sprays out onto your shirt and face but you focus on what you can feel from your taste buds. It wasn't pleasant. You were half tempted to retch but you needed to see if this would work, so you fought through your gag reflex and swallowed.
..The hunger dimmed, just a little bit. What you could drain from this tiny bird wasn't much, but it proved that you could subsist on animal blood if you had to. You felt both relieved and nauseous. Relieved, that you wouldn't have to kill anyone. But also nauseous, at the thought that you'd have to do this constantly if you wanted to stave off the thirst for blood.
There had to be a more effective way to do this. Did people have stocks of animal blood lying around? A butcher, perhaps? Or- there were forests if you ventured far enough outside the suburbs, with bigger game that could sustain you for longer. You were afraid of dealing with humans- would you be tempted to attack them, overwhelmed by your instincts? Was there any option for you but being a hermit if you didn't want to kill people? You had a life before you died- you had no chance of continuing it now, but surely there had to be some way you could live a fulfilling and happy life.
[] A hermit's life it is. Ditch this crazy town and find the most secluded place you can to start your new unlife.
[] You're too attached to Sunnydale to just leave. Try to find a reliable source of animal blood and a place to stay.
[] Perhaps you should search out the supernatural specifically, and see if someone can help you.
[] Something else?
Taken before her time
Rest in Peace
You read your tombstone one last time. You wonder what your funeral was like. Did they notice the bite marks, the exsanguination of your corpse? What did the police make of that? But wait.. now that you think about it, you're not the only one whose gone missing or been found dead. You'd had multiple friends when you were alive just never show up again one day. But for some reason you never realized how abnormal that was. Now that you've become a vampire, it's like a strange veil that existed on your thoughts has lifted. Was there some kind of spell on the humans here in Sunnydale? If so, that would explain why something like a vampire could flourish in a place like this.. it also suggested that there were not only vampires around, but possibly other supernatural creatures as well. You'd have to keep your guard up.
Back to your current predicament.. you weren't going to feed on people. Whatever else you'd become, you still felt human where it counted. It was time to experiment and see exactly how strict your dietary restrictions were. If animal blood could sustain you, you needn't ever worry about having to choose between starvation and murder. There weren't likely to be any deer around here, and you didn't really want to eat someone's pet dog or cat either. Perhaps a bird? You spend a while searching the nearby trees sprinkled about the graveyard. You can feel your parched throat growing ever more insistent with each passing moment.
Finally, you find a nest in a tree in the graveyard and pounce, before your prey can fly away. You feel your face transform into what must be the same twisted visage your sire had worn as you rip your fangs into it's struggling form in your hands. Its blood sprays out onto your shirt and face but you focus on what you can feel from your taste buds. It wasn't pleasant. You were half tempted to retch but you needed to see if this would work, so you fought through your gag reflex and swallowed.
..The hunger dimmed, just a little bit. What you could drain from this tiny bird wasn't much, but it proved that you could subsist on animal blood if you had to. You felt both relieved and nauseous. Relieved, that you wouldn't have to kill anyone. But also nauseous, at the thought that you'd have to do this constantly if you wanted to stave off the thirst for blood.
There had to be a more effective way to do this. Did people have stocks of animal blood lying around? A butcher, perhaps? Or- there were forests if you ventured far enough outside the suburbs, with bigger game that could sustain you for longer. You were afraid of dealing with humans- would you be tempted to attack them, overwhelmed by your instincts? Was there any option for you but being a hermit if you didn't want to kill people? You had a life before you died- you had no chance of continuing it now, but surely there had to be some way you could live a fulfilling and happy life.
[] A hermit's life it is. Ditch this crazy town and find the most secluded place you can to start your new unlife.
[] You're too attached to Sunnydale to just leave. Try to find a reliable source of animal blood and a place to stay.
[] Perhaps you should search out the supernatural specifically, and see if someone can help you.
[] Something else?
Punchweasel
Maverick Weasel
- Location
- Central Illinois, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Him
[X] You're too attached to Sunnydale to just leave. Try to find a reliable source of animal blood and a place to stay.
- Location
- USA
[X] You're too attached to Sunnydale to just leave. Try to find a reliable source of animal blood and a place to stay.
Given that we're a BTVS vampire, I'm thinking 'cautious and pragmatic,' not 'deeply moral' in my votes - we need a place where we can learn about what we are, so that we don't get ruthlessly murdered again. Same for drinking animal blood - less likely to draw attention before we figure out this whole being a vampire thing.
Given that we're a BTVS vampire, I'm thinking 'cautious and pragmatic,' not 'deeply moral' in my votes - we need a place where we can learn about what we are, so that we don't get ruthlessly murdered again. Same for drinking animal blood - less likely to draw attention before we figure out this whole being a vampire thing.
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You're not leaving Sunnydale. The correct decision to avoid hurting others with certainty would be to avoid people altogether, but well.. you're not that much of a self-sacrificing paragon. Sunnydale has been your home your entire life- you don't want to leave. But that still leaves you with a number of problems to work out. First of all, the sun is rising soon, and second of all, you need to find a source of animal blood to sustain yourself. Not only that, you need a place to stay, and ideally some kind of long-term goal besides just existing. It feels completely overwhelming, but if you take it one step at a time, maybe you can make it work.
As it turns out, your weakness to sunlight isn't as dire as you'd feared. Your skin starts smoking upon direct contact with sunlight, but you aren't immediately incinerated. The skin covered by clothing is unaffected, and shade from the trees also protects you. Still, your outfit is distinctly warm weather gear, so you can't really leave the graveyard yet. You spend the day in the crypt alone with your thoughts.
You experiment with your 'powers' a bit. Hard to tell exactly how strong you are. You're not sure you could lift up a car, for example, but throwing around a person would be easy. Your reflexes are much better, too. You can switch between your deformed, fangs-out face and your normal face at will. You don't need to breath, and you have no reflection. There's no garlic to test, so you're not sure if that's still a weakness. A wooden stake, beheading, or fire- any or all of those might kill you, and you hope you never have to find out. If holy water exists- you're not sure. Would you still be able to visit churches? Impossible to know how many of the common vampire tropes are actually true.
When night falls again, you finally leave the graveyard in search of a pay-phone. You find one, and feel a bit paranoid looking around the empty streets, wondering if you're being watched. Ignoring your paranoia, you glance through the phone book trying to find some place that might have what you need. You find the address to a local butchery shop and decide to head over right away. Luckily, you know Sunnydale pretty well, so it's not hard for you to figure out where it is. You run through the empty streets at superhuman speed, and for the first time you feel happy about being a vampire. You feel strong, fast, powerful- like you could take on the world. It almost makes you want to forget this whole animal blood thing and find some REAL blood. The feeling begins to overpower your reason, and you..
[] Resist. You refuse to become a monster.
[] Resist. You still don't know enough about the supernatural. It's too risky to expose yourself.
[] Give in. You're not human anymore- you shouldn't let yourself be fettered by human morals. A girl's gotta eat.
[] Give in. You're strong and powerful now- who could stop you? It feels so good.
[] Something else?
As it turns out, your weakness to sunlight isn't as dire as you'd feared. Your skin starts smoking upon direct contact with sunlight, but you aren't immediately incinerated. The skin covered by clothing is unaffected, and shade from the trees also protects you. Still, your outfit is distinctly warm weather gear, so you can't really leave the graveyard yet. You spend the day in the crypt alone with your thoughts.
You experiment with your 'powers' a bit. Hard to tell exactly how strong you are. You're not sure you could lift up a car, for example, but throwing around a person would be easy. Your reflexes are much better, too. You can switch between your deformed, fangs-out face and your normal face at will. You don't need to breath, and you have no reflection. There's no garlic to test, so you're not sure if that's still a weakness. A wooden stake, beheading, or fire- any or all of those might kill you, and you hope you never have to find out. If holy water exists- you're not sure. Would you still be able to visit churches? Impossible to know how many of the common vampire tropes are actually true.
When night falls again, you finally leave the graveyard in search of a pay-phone. You find one, and feel a bit paranoid looking around the empty streets, wondering if you're being watched. Ignoring your paranoia, you glance through the phone book trying to find some place that might have what you need. You find the address to a local butchery shop and decide to head over right away. Luckily, you know Sunnydale pretty well, so it's not hard for you to figure out where it is. You run through the empty streets at superhuman speed, and for the first time you feel happy about being a vampire. You feel strong, fast, powerful- like you could take on the world. It almost makes you want to forget this whole animal blood thing and find some REAL blood. The feeling begins to overpower your reason, and you..
[] Resist. You refuse to become a monster.
[] Resist. You still don't know enough about the supernatural. It's too risky to expose yourself.
[] Give in. You're not human anymore- you shouldn't let yourself be fettered by human morals. A girl's gotta eat.
[] Give in. You're strong and powerful now- who could stop you? It feels so good.
[] Something else?
- Location
- USA
[X] Resist. You still don't know enough about the supernatural. It's too risky to expose yourself.
Comfort yourself with the idea of a long term plan to get as much blood as you want. A blood farm. Minions. The world is your oyster and you are going to eat it... in a restrained and elegant manner.
...alternatively, at least have some animal blood before going hunting. It's no good grocery shopping on an empty stomach.
Comfort yourself with the idea of a long term plan to get as much blood as you want. A blood farm. Minions. The world is your oyster and you are going to eat it... in a restrained and elegant manner.
...alternatively, at least have some animal blood before going hunting. It's no good grocery shopping on an empty stomach.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Resist. You still don't know enough about the supernatural. It's too risky to expose yourself.
You stop in an alleyway and lean on the wall with both arms in front of you, burning a hole into the pavement with your eyes. You can't afford to slip up now. Not only would you potentially be putting a target on your back, it's just wrong to even contemplate. The thirst slowly recedes to a simple ache rather than an all-consuming need. You're not sure how long you stood there, but if you want to make up for lost time you'll have to double time it to your destination.
It's a two-story building in one of the less popular shopping plazas. You can see a bakery and a Chinese restaurant next door on either side. Trying to find a point of entry is easier than you thought it would be. There's a balcony on the rear end of the shop with a window partially open. You jump off the ground onto the balcony in a single, bounding leap, and tease open the window.. or at least, you try to. There's some kind of.. invisible forcefield preventing your hand from crossing the threshold. Is this.. you can't come in without an invitation? That thing? Whatever it is, it's thoroughly stymied your burglary before it can even begin.
At that moment, you hear the back door below you open and you freeze. Hoping against hope you aren't noticed, you peek over the balcony to see a large, heavyset man lugging a large container towards a cellar door you hadn't noticed earlier. He pops it open and walks down the steps, out of your view. You remain undetected. You couldn't really tell what was in the container. He carried it easily enough, but that's not much of a hint. The back door was left open, but presumably you won't have any more luck with that than you had with the window.
You could always follow him down there to see what he's doing. Whatever protection is on the house isn't likely to extend to the detached cellar. You're getting a rather.. strange vibe from all this. It's the dead of night, what could he possibly be doing at this hour? Or perhaps, if you simply destroyed a wall, you could make it into the butchery? That would be extremely loud, but if you were quick enough you could search for what you're after and hopefully leave before you're caught. Or you could try another lead.. maybe there's a slaughterhouse outside of town somewhere? There certainly aren't any in Sunnydale proper. But that would take even more time, and the thirst is likely to get worse if you don't quench it soon.
[] Follow the man into the cellar.
[] Smash your way into the butchery.
[] Search for a slaughterhouse in the outskirts of town.
[] Something else?
It's a two-story building in one of the less popular shopping plazas. You can see a bakery and a Chinese restaurant next door on either side. Trying to find a point of entry is easier than you thought it would be. There's a balcony on the rear end of the shop with a window partially open. You jump off the ground onto the balcony in a single, bounding leap, and tease open the window.. or at least, you try to. There's some kind of.. invisible forcefield preventing your hand from crossing the threshold. Is this.. you can't come in without an invitation? That thing? Whatever it is, it's thoroughly stymied your burglary before it can even begin.
At that moment, you hear the back door below you open and you freeze. Hoping against hope you aren't noticed, you peek over the balcony to see a large, heavyset man lugging a large container towards a cellar door you hadn't noticed earlier. He pops it open and walks down the steps, out of your view. You remain undetected. You couldn't really tell what was in the container. He carried it easily enough, but that's not much of a hint. The back door was left open, but presumably you won't have any more luck with that than you had with the window.
You could always follow him down there to see what he's doing. Whatever protection is on the house isn't likely to extend to the detached cellar. You're getting a rather.. strange vibe from all this. It's the dead of night, what could he possibly be doing at this hour? Or perhaps, if you simply destroyed a wall, you could make it into the butchery? That would be extremely loud, but if you were quick enough you could search for what you're after and hopefully leave before you're caught. Or you could try another lead.. maybe there's a slaughterhouse outside of town somewhere? There certainly aren't any in Sunnydale proper. But that would take even more time, and the thirst is likely to get worse if you don't quench it soon.
[] Follow the man into the cellar.
[] Smash your way into the butchery.
[] Search for a slaughterhouse in the outskirts of town.
[] Something else?
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- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
Not like there aren't situations where feeding is morally acceptable to regular humans, lethal or not, after all (we kill enough of each other without superpowers already).
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Follow the man into the cellar.
[X] Smash your way into the butchery.
- Location
- va
[X] Search for a slaughterhouse in the outskirts of town.
Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you follow the man into the cellar. After a short walk down the stairs, you follow a narrow, near pitch-dark passageway until you reach a door, slightly ajar. You peek through the small opening into the room behind it.
The first thing you notice is the walls are painted a deep blood red. Cleavers of varying sizes hang from the left and right sides of the room. The only illumination is a pair of candles in elaborate holders resting on an altar in the middle of the room. Behind the altar a large effigy of a man with wild, long hair and a butcher's apron is carved from some kind of dark metal. The man from before kneels before it. He finishes his prayer and moves toward the left wall, apparently pondering. After a short while, he nods to himself and picks out one of the smaller cleavers from the wall and puts it in a holster on his waist. Then, he opens the container he'd carried in on the ground and pulls a small piglet from it.
With one smooth, practiced motion, he lays it onto the altar and swings the cleaver in his hand, splitting the piglet clean in two right through the bone. It barely has time to squeal. He then proceeds to separate the halves and deftly begins cutting into its innards. You're a lot less squeamish now than you used to be, you reflect. You look on with a sort of clinical observation rather than the abject disgust you feel like you should be feeling. As you watch, you feel an appreciation for the skill this man has with the cleaver. For some absurd reason he reminds you of a child separating his Halloween candy into categories as he moves the intestines, sinews and bone into different piles.
Intruder!
Suddenly, a deep baritone voice reverberates in your skull, and from the way the man jumps, you aren't the only one who heard it. The man spins around, causing flecks of blood to fly off his blade. His eyes are wide with shock.
What do you do?
[] Get out of here. You want nothing to do with this.
[] Try to talk things out.
[] Disarm him, then try to talk things out.
[] Knock him unconscious and take his kill.
[] Something else?
(I'm going to stop including brutal options like "kill him" but if you guys really want to, the write-in is always there.)
The first thing you notice is the walls are painted a deep blood red. Cleavers of varying sizes hang from the left and right sides of the room. The only illumination is a pair of candles in elaborate holders resting on an altar in the middle of the room. Behind the altar a large effigy of a man with wild, long hair and a butcher's apron is carved from some kind of dark metal. The man from before kneels before it. He finishes his prayer and moves toward the left wall, apparently pondering. After a short while, he nods to himself and picks out one of the smaller cleavers from the wall and puts it in a holster on his waist. Then, he opens the container he'd carried in on the ground and pulls a small piglet from it.
With one smooth, practiced motion, he lays it onto the altar and swings the cleaver in his hand, splitting the piglet clean in two right through the bone. It barely has time to squeal. He then proceeds to separate the halves and deftly begins cutting into its innards. You're a lot less squeamish now than you used to be, you reflect. You look on with a sort of clinical observation rather than the abject disgust you feel like you should be feeling. As you watch, you feel an appreciation for the skill this man has with the cleaver. For some absurd reason he reminds you of a child separating his Halloween candy into categories as he moves the intestines, sinews and bone into different piles.
Intruder!
Suddenly, a deep baritone voice reverberates in your skull, and from the way the man jumps, you aren't the only one who heard it. The man spins around, causing flecks of blood to fly off his blade. His eyes are wide with shock.
What do you do?
[] Get out of here. You want nothing to do with this.
[] Try to talk things out.
[] Disarm him, then try to talk things out.
[] Knock him unconscious and take his kill.
[] Something else?
(I'm going to stop including brutal options like "kill him" but if you guys really want to, the write-in is always there.)
[X] Try to talk things out.