Howl

by Sillililli

Summary:

"You think vampires are hot because you want to be craved so badly that your presence sustains another person."

Simon Riley had his life stolen more than once, and somehow he chose to keep standing, walking, fighting. He hadn't lost that desire to put things right in the world.
It seemed other humans did sustain him, in a way. In a way he despised and railed against. But still, he clung to the fringes of their lives, driven by the idea that if he couldn't have a life of his own, the next best thing is making sure they didn't suffer the same. Eventually, someone saw him, gave him some routine, some purpose, and he clung to that like a life line.
He would never have a normal life. He supposed he had never really wanted one.

But every once in a beautiful blue moon, something showed up that filled him with earth-shattering, grave-digging sadness at the knowledge that it wasn't an option.

CW: Check tags. There will be some blood, and talk of Simon's past trauma including SA.

Chapter 1: Prologue

1941

10 perfect soldiers, picked for skill, tolerance, loyalty, resourcefulness, and lack of next of kin.

Offered a lifetime of wealth in exchange for participation in a scientific experiment run by scientists from multiple allied forces, they were told it would be an honorable task, whether it worked or not. They were told it would be physically grueling, like their other training. They were told they would need to work together, lean on each other and each other only. They were told it would change their lives. They were told it was an extension of their duty, a chance to serve the cause.

They were lied to. It was nothing short of biological warfare.

For weeks after the initial containment, they sat for ‘treatments’, preparing them to reenter the fight. Take to the field.

6 survived.

They attempted to lean on each other, to fight through the physical changes, the confusion.

It took mere days after they were turned out for them, all of them, to feel the heavy hunger set in. Then bloody, consequential, life-altering, soul-damning choices were made, separating them even further. Irrevocably.