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Thinking back on it, Dennis supposed he had only himself to blame for the situation he had gotten himself in.
He remembered the day he turned with a startling clarity. The year was 1715, he had been working out on his family's farm when a man had stopped by, claiming illness and fatigue in order to take advantage of their generosity and stay the night. He hadn't known the next day his entire family would be dead and he would be forever changed.
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"I beg of you! Just one night, and I shall repay you greatly once I acquire my belongings at my current lodgings." The man pleaded, grovelling at Mr Whitaker's feet effortlessly, his face one of practiced submission as the old man finally relented and let him inside.
Dennis stood frozen in the doorway, eyeing the man up cautiously as one of his elder brothers clapped him on the back, forcing him to get back to work, tending the pig pen.
Dinner that night was strange. His mother had asked the man to join them, yet he had adamantly refused, despite his earlier complaints of being famished. The family joined their hands at the table, a prayer on his father's lips as a collective hum circled around the room. Dinner had been standard, nothing extravagant as they tended to live comfortably, not outside of their means.
The final chores for the day were finished and everyone else retired to their rooms, but Dennis didn't leave the barn. One of their cows had been rather sickly as of late and he wanted to keep an eye on her for the night, after all, her meat would only be good for a few hours if she passed in the early hours of dawn.
Dennis didn't know when he drifted off, but when he came to once more, all he heard were screams. His heart raced inside of his chest, echoing throughout his ribcage as he climbed down from the loft and ran to the front of the house, freezing when he saw one of his elder brothers collapsed on the doorstep, clutching his neck as it oozed blood.
"Brother!" Dennis recalled himself yelling, running to him, holding him up by the back of his neck as his brother choked on his own blood, trying to offer Dennis a warning that never came to be.
The other screams had died out by that point. Dennis looked up to see the man from earlier, stood in the hallway where his mother had diligently swept the floors that morning, blood dripping from his mouth as his smile widened in sickening satisfaction.
"There you are, my pet." He muttered, slowly approaching Dennis as the boy bolted back towards the barn, although the pit in his stomach deepened by the second, an overwhelming clarity befalling him that told him there was no way he'd make it out alive.
Vampires had been tales of folklore for centuries, everyone knew of the old tales, but to see one in person, in his house, was inconceivable.
"Come back here, I'm not done playing." The vampire laughed, entering the barn as his eyes instantly locked onto Dennis, no matter the fact he was hidden entirely behind a bale of hay.
"There's no use hiding from me, it only excites me more!" He cackled as Dennis glared, throwing the lantern he had been using earlier at his head.
The vampire stepped to the side with ease, but the fire from the lantern spread like wildfire, running up and down the walls of one side of the barn as all the animals within scattered out of the open doors.
"Oh, I've got a feisty one on my hands. They always tend to taste better." He teased, Dennis jumping off the loft and attempting to escape through a back entrance that he hoped the vampire had no knowledge of.
It was no use. The man seemed to phase through time, appearing at Dennis's side within a second and grabbing his wrist, throwing him against the wall as his breath traced his neck.
"Fun's over already? What a pity." His voice was suddenly serious, derived of all that amusement and humour from earlier.
The fangs tore through his flesh with ease, draining him of his life force as Dennis could do nothing but groan, hands scrambling around to find something, anything, to help fight off this beast. All he felt was the solid wooden wall behind him.
His vision was beginning to grow spotty, black at the edges as he felt himself slowly slip away from life. His fingers found a groove in the wood. He pulled. A short plank of wood fell away, firmly planted in Dennis's hand as he swung it with all his might at the vampire's back, piercing through his chest as he suddenly pulled away.
"What- what have you done!" He yelled, coughing up that nectar he had been so fervently drinking moments before, eyes full of hatred as he grabbed Dennis by the throat and held him against the wall.
The man kept coughing, and it took Dennis a moment to realise it was the man's own blood leaving his lips.
"Bested by a boy. How embarrassing is that?" He laughed, a wet sound leaving his throat as he continued to choke on his own blood.
"No matter, I'll pass this curse to you." Dennis felt himself panic at that.
The man's fangs pierced his neck once more, but instead of draining him of his life, he felt a liquid enter his veins, burning him with a fire that had him screaming. The vampire pulled away with a final pop, a grim smile on his face as he finally collapsed to the floor, coughing and spluttering for a few seconds more before his chest finally stilled, body decaying into ash as Dennis stood frozen.
Everything hurt.
His heart was manic inside of his chest, head pounding as he felt himself collapse to the floor, eyes idly watching the flames overtake the entire barn, slowly closing in on him. He didn't have the strength to stand, crawling on his hands and knees to the exit as a hundred agonies tore him apart from the inside, leaving him breathless.
He crossed the doorway just as the barn collapsed behind him, covering him in a layer of dust and soot that had him retching violently, the embers sizzling his skin as he lay, unmoving.
After a while, panic left, as did fear. All that remained was an aching hunger that fueled his entire being.
He recalled the man's words. He called vampirism a curse.
He supposed he had no other option but to see if he was right.
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Safe to say, not a great start to his eternal life but you didn't really have the option to be fussy, especially when he could've easily met the same fate as the rest of his family. He moved from place to place after that, going out of his way to fade into the background so that nobody would ever pick up on his secret, after all, being eternally 20 wasn't something you could just casually drop into a conversation.
Dennis never changed his first name, only his last, although 90% of the time he still went by Whitaker anyway. An ode to his family, he supposed, who brought him into this world and gave him love for the short time they were alive. Roughly 100 years into his eternal damnation, he made himself a bucket list.
A list of jobs he wanted to master over time, a list of lives to live to bide his time as he fought off the boredom that accompanied an eternity of hunger. He'd been everything under the sun by this point, new professions popping up left and right, allowing him to expand his list as he travelled from place to place, country to country, seeking purpose in a life meant for nothing more than to hurt others.
Presently, he was beginning his internship as an ER doctor, arguably his riskiest job yet. Dennis hadn't been discovered so far, but this job, surrounded by blood and long hours and delayed feeds, could arguably lead to his downfall.
His first day was going okay, so far. His colleagues were welcoming yet carrying an air of exhaustion that made Dennis feel tired, despite the fact he had no actual need for sleep. Patients were demanding, constantly requiring assurances that you hadn't forgotten about them, not understanding the concept that they weren't the only ones in pain.
The end of shift came with a rush to finish off charting, everyone else eager to get through it all as Dennis lounged around, doing the bare minimum as he considered taking up a double shift. That's when Doctor Robinavitch, or Dr Robby as everyone else seemed to call him, stopped by, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"I think it's best you pack up as soon as you can, Whitaker. The night shift bunch aren't exactly lovely to be around." The man joked as Dennis felt himself tense up as an overwhelming stench of blood consumed his senses, fangs dropping slightly before he snapped himself out of it and offered up an awkward smile.
"I'm trying Robby, just getting the hang of it all." Dennis placated, nodding dismissively in order to send his attending away, which the man happily obliged with.
The scent followed him.
Dennis knew the difference between a little blood splatter from someone coming into the ER with a serious wound and the head to toe drenching in blood after making someone bleed like a stuck pig. He was a farmer boy after all, even after centuries away from that life.
Strange.
He thought that being a healer would mean one wouldn't have homicidal desires, but perhaps Dennis was giving humans too much credit. An hour later, he finally wrapped up his charting, walking out the doors with Trinity when that same scent from earlier overwhelmed him, eyes flitting, expecting to see Dr Robby but instead landing on a much gruffer man, carrying himself with an unannounced authority as others seemed to flank around him.
"Who's that?" He found himself asking Trinity before he could stop himself.
"Him? That's Dr Abbot. He's the night shift attending, although everyone knows him as Dr Robby's husband." Dennis's eyebrows shot up.
"How does that work, if one's on day shift and the other's on night shift?" He really needed to stop with the strange questions.
"That's what I said! Dr Abbot is constantly here throughout the day though, and he's constantly taking days off so I suppose that helps, but I just can't imagine barely seeing your partner for that long." Dennis hummed in agreement.
He left Trinity with a wave of his hand, stalking the streets as he wandered aimlessly, finally stopping once he reached an abandoned skate park, resting on top of one of the guard rails.
It made sense, a married pair to be killing together, but for them to be doctors, supposed to help those in need? Conflicting moral compasses there. He found himself full of a weird curiosity, wanting to see their deepest desires, their expressions when they took the lives of their victims, scrubbing their skin afterwards to remove all traces of blood, only for Dennis to know regardless.
Vampire senses truly were a gift.
Dr Robby and Dr Abbot. Two killers, working alongside a vampire. It sounded exactly like a 18th century mystery novella.
Let the fun begin.
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Dennis was angry.
A patient had been a nuisance all day, constantly hounding him for food, tests, anything he could think of, despite Dennis's constant assurances that he was being treated the same as everyone else, they were just really busy that day. After hours of back and forth arguing about it, Dennis came back into the room and the man immediately stood up, face red with anger.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to sit back down for me." Dennis spoke, voice firm as the man lunged, hands wrapping around Dennis's throat and pinning him against the wall.
It was funny, to Dennis anyway. Vampires didn't have a pulse, therefore no beating heart, so no oxygen being carried around the body, ergo no need to breathe, so the man choking him only served as an annoyance.
Dennis raised an eyebrow at him, a smile on his face as he felt his fangs drop, eyes turning their signature shade of dusky red as the man's eyes widened, teeth grinding together as his grip tightened. He was about to lose it, tear this man apart right here with his teeth, feed from him until not a drop of blood was left.
His plans were stopped when the pressure on his throat suddenly ceased, followed by an angry shout as Robby pinned the man to the bed, hands behind his back. Dennis quickly began coughing, clutching his throat as he scampered off to the corner, calming himself down enough so his fangs retracted and his eyes returned to his normal blue, just as he felt a hand on his back, turning him back towards the room.
Robby looked down at him with worry, efficiently grabbing his chin and lifting it upwards as he examined the red marks on his neck, eyes growing cold with a murderous hunger that made Dennis's unbeating heart throb.
"Are you alright? Can you breathe?" Robby asked, voice filled with concern as Dennis nodded, taking in a few experimental deep breaths, reminding himself to keep breathing, as it wasn't exactly an unconscious command for him like it was for everyone else.
"I'm fine, a little shaky is all." Dennis's voice wobbled, acting vulnerable with practised ease as Robby rubbed his back affectionately.
"Let's get some ice on it, ease the swelling." Robby muttered, mostly to himself as he escorted Dennis out of the room, leaving several nurses and doctors to restrain the patient, who was shouting profanities.
Robby got Dennis settled in a room down the hall, shutting the door and drawing the curtains to give him privacy as he grabbed an ice pack from the cupboard, wrapping it in paper towels before pressing it against Dennis's throat.
"Better?"
"Yes, thank you." Dennis mumbled, fingers brushing Robby's as he took hold of the ice pack, the man's hand drifting back down to his side.
"If you need to talk to anyone, I'm here, or I can get you sorted with the trauma counsellor." Robby offered as Dennis shook his head.
"I'm fine, really." Robby sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs next to Dennis.
"You've been doing this job for five minutes and you've already been attacked. I've been working here for roughly 20 years now, and I can tell you, it may not feel like a big deal right now, but down the line, it'll come back to bite you in the ass." Robby's tone was serious, full of that satirical snark that earned him plenty of glares from Dana.
"When that day comes, I'll deal with it, but seriously, I'm fine Robby." Dennis answered, a grateful smile on his face as Robby shook his head with a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing kid, you just sound a lot like me when I first started out." Robby ruffled his head affectionately, getting up and leaving the room as he called Trinity over, pointing her in the direction of Dennis as she seemed to collapse in on herself in relief.
Robby was a strange one, but he was smart too.
Maybe, he saw the same darkness in Dennis that his husband had seen in him.
Who knows.
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By the end of the shift, Dennis is bored. The hands around his neck, whilst annoying, gave him a strange thrill and a break in routine that enticed him. The look in Robby's eyes when he saw the marks played over and over in his brain; he seemed positively murderous, as if he wanted to snap that man's neck and leave him no more than a beaten lump of flesh.
Dennis felt that familiar heat in his stomach at the thought, brain clouded by arousal as he clumsily finished off the rest of his charting, writing shakier than normal.
"I bet you're ready to head home." Robby spoke, resting a hand on Dennis's shoulder, as he always did, as Dennis turned to look up at him, a tired smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah, today's been.. a long one." He laughed, noticing how the crease between Robby's eyebrows deepened and his grip tightened ever so slightly.
"I mean it, help is always here if you need it." Robby spoke softly, just as Abbot strode in, eyeing up his husband and immediately leaning against the nurse's station.
"Evening gentlemen. How's it-" He froze when he saw the bruises around Dennis's neck, gaze growing cold with a homicidal rage as Dennis looked down sheepishly.
"What the fuck happened?" Abbot hissed, Robby sighing as he backed away from Dennis, looking at his husband, offering him his full attention.
"Patient grabbed him by the throat and held him against the wall. Fucking vile bastard." Robby muttered as an unspoken conversation appeared to happen between the two, a raised eyebrow here, a twitch of the eye there.
"It's fine, really. He was just having a bad day, we all have those sometimes." Dennis spoke, voice purposely soft and shaky as Robby looked down at him with worry, rubbing a hand up and down his back again as Abbot frowned.
"Don't excuse other people's poor actions, Whitaker. Or else, you'll be here all day." He teased, wandering off as Dennis packed up the last of his things, heading out with a wave to Trinity and Mel as he left the ER, a strange bounce in his step.
The looks they had shared, Dennis knew the man's consequences were going to fall back on him soon.
He only hoped he would be there to witness it.
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Two nights later is when it happened.
Dennis followed them from the rooftops, jumping across them with ease as the pair stalked their victim, right into a desolate alley. Lucky for him, he could hide out on the roof top and still hear and see every little detail, courtesy of his enhanced vampiric abilities.
"You've been very rude, Mr Bell." Abbot's voice was cold, devoid of all humour as Robby stood beside him, eyes darting around as he canvased the area.
"Do I know you? I really don't have time for this nonsense from a couple of queers." The man hissed, attempting to step past them, only to be met with fist to the face, staggering backwards as his eyes widened in shock.
Robby stepped forwards then, hand closing around the man's throat without a question, lifting him off the floor with practiced ease as he allowed his grip to tighten.
"Is this how you felt, choking out a member of my staff?" Robby hissed as Abbot laughed from behind him, grabbing a gag and stringing it around the man's mouth, taunting him with his playful smirks.
"He was just trying to do his job, and yet you felt the need to hurt him." Robby muttered, voice cold as his grip tightened once more, crushing the man's windpipe as his face turned purple, nails digging into Robby's sleeve as Abbot quickly ripped them away.
"Don't fucking touch him. Filth like you doesn't deserve to even be in his presence." Abbot spoke, pressing a flirtatious kiss to Robby's cheek as his husband smirked, holding out a hand as he finally let the man down, collapsing into a heap on the cold stone.
"Knife please, my love." Robby asked, Abbot handing it over without question as the man tried his best to crawl away.
"Ah ah ah, not so fast!" Abbot laughed, grabbing the back of his collar and hauling him backwards, pressing his knees against the man's chest, enjoying the way he seemed to choke on air.
"Keep him still." Abbot nodded in reply, allowing Robby to get closer as the man's eyes widened in terror.
Robby toyed with him, knife tracing over his features as he dug in, small beads of crimson dripping down the man's face, into his hair. The knife was dragged all the way down his arm, settling on his hand as Robby held it up, digging it in between the grooves of his fingers, cutting up the sides of his digits, enjoying how the man squealed.
After, he ripped the skin down, completely degloving several fingers as he tutted, eyeing up the nerve endings with barely restrained glee as the man's screams stayed muffled by the gag.
"Arthritis in the joints, see, Jack? Do you think they'd call this a natural death?" Robby teased, cutting off chunks of the man's skin and scattering it throughout the alley.
"Wishful thinking, my dear." Abbot retorted, grabbing out a different blade from the duffle bag, taunting the man with it as he paled with fear once more.
"Now, you'll never hurt anyone with this hand of yours again." Robby hissed, standing up as he brushed his knees, spitting on the man with absolute disgust.
Abbot brought down the blade he was holding with startling efficiency, digging right into the man's stomach, twisting it in a way he knew would cause immense pain.
"I'd say that's enough effort spent on this fool. Let's leave him here to rot." Jack laughed, standing up as the man became unconscious, bleeding constantly in such a way that they all knew he wouldn't last more than a few minutes.
"And yet, it doesn't seem punishment enough." Robby sighed, throwing the knife back into the duffle bag as Jack offered him a comforting smile.
"There will always be more for you to take out your anger on, my love." He assured as they both finally left the alley, leaving their victim alone as Dennis finally peaked his head out from the roof.
He was fucking drenched.
Vampire anatomy was an issue by itself, and he never really found himself to get turned on by anything, apart from a little flutter in his stomach whenever he was feeding, but this? His boxers were soaked, hand clamped over his mouth to stop his whimpers escaping as he rubbed the heel of his palm against his throbbing cunt.
They had done all of this for him.
Call him an act of service kind of guy, because, damn, he didn't know it would be so attractive. He leapt down the building easily, legs shaky and cheeks flushed as he dropped to his knees by the man's body, still writhing slightly, showing he was still clutching onto the last shreds of his life.
Not for long.
His fangs sank into the man's neck desperately, the familiar taste of blood filling his mouth was enough to make him groan, eagerly taking his fill as he felt his cunt twitching in anticipation. His thoughts drifted back to Robby, to Jack, and the way they manhandled their victim as if he was a piece of meat, and he felt himself growing even wetter, hand drifting back to give himself some very much needed friction.
Maybe they'd throw him around like that one day. Grab him by his throat, pin him to the floor, cut into his flesh as if he was nothing more than the dirt on their shoes.
His orgasm hit him like a freight train, thighs shaking as he retracted his fangs from his victim, letting out a litany of moans that sounded like curses as he felt a gush of fluids soak through his jeans. He was panting by the end of it, carefully climbing up the building once more as his legs felt like jelly beneath him, finally rolling over on the roof with an exasperated sigh.
Well, that was new.
Vampires were different anatomically from humans. They had both male and female parts, as if a human were to carry a vampire's child, they'd likely die due to it absorbing all of their nutrients. Dennis could both carry a child and impregnate another vampire, but never in his 300 years had his cunt ever responded to anything, not even his fingers when he first began experimenting after his transformation all those years ago.
He had known Robby and Jack for the better part of 2 weeks and they already had this affect on him.
Lord, what was he supposed to do?
He couldn't exactly leave now, especially not when he was just beginning to have his fun.