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The warmth of the heating pad sinks through skin to aching muscles, soothing his cramps just the slightest bit. It’s turned up to the highest setting without a care for the burns it leaves on his reddened skin. Tweek hasn’t eaten much today. He never can on days like this. And though he is hungry, terribly so, the nausea stirring in his belly will not allow it. 

The window is cracked open, allowing a cool mountain-air breeze to slip its way through. It caresses his clammy skin, dropping his body temperature so that he is no longer sweating because of the heating pad at his back. 

The moon is full tonight. He always cycles around the full moon. The sight of it that morning on his way to work is a painful reminder of what’s to come. An omen almost. The dusty globe hanging high in the sky, looming. A sense of foreboding. Of impending doom. 

And now here he is, just as foretold, writhing in pain as he is wracked with unforgiving aches and cramps in his lower body that will linger for days on end. A regularity in his life as it is with many others. A cruel gift from an assigned birth he never asked for.

The glow from the moon is too much for his eyes, so he closes them, hoping, praying that the pain will subside enough for him to trick his body into falling asleep. Sleep is his only solace when he’s like this. As he sleeps, his body will continue the process, shedding away the lining of his uterus and bringing him closer to an inevitable end only to start it up again in a month's time. And then of course, he will awake in the morning, feeling gross and sticky between his legs and in dire need of a shower. A shower where scalding water pelts his back until he’s too weak to stand any longer. The shower turns into a bath which then of course leads to him lying submerged in steaming water feeling sorry for himself until it inevitably becomes cold and he’s forced to get out and conquer the chilly air of his apartment. 

He groans, spreading his legs and pressing his hands to his stomach, hoping the pressure and new position will help with taking away some of his back pain so he can sleep. The melatonin gummies he took earlier are starting to work now that he ignored the recommended dosage. Surely a handful is more effective than two, and at this point, he’s desperate for results. He doesn’t care about the repercussions.

He finally starts to feel more relaxed and calm as the gummies take effect, whisking him away into a drowsy sleep. With a deep sigh, his eyes slip closed, blissfully unaware of the dark shadow crossing the threshold of the open window into his room. 

~⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺~ 

Frigid coldness is the first thing to greet him upon waking. It’s still dark in his room. Somehow darker than before. The temperature outside has dropped significantly, and he can feel the chilly air nip at his body, causing his skin to erupt with goosebumps as the air crawls stealthily through his open window along with a swift, gentle breeze. 

It almost feels like cold hands —impossibly cold— caressing his legs. Trailing along his inner thighs and slowly pressing them apart. The coldness encases him, making an icy shiver shoot down his spine. He whines in his drowsy state, trying to turn away from the sensation, but he can’t will himself to move. His body will not listen to him. 

It’s not like paralysis. His body can move and does, but it’s against his wishes. It’s as if it’s s being controlled by some kind of hypnosis. His body turns itself until he’s lying flat on his back, his legs spreading further on their own accord and his hips angling upward. 

To his horror, a heavy weight presses down on his mattress. The bed dips and rocks as something crawls atop it, settling between Tweek’s legs. Tweek can’t move his chin to look at what it is but he feels a hard, hefty breath against his clothed crotch. He spies the tops of something tipped black bobbing up and down out of his peripheral but he can’t make out what it is. He lets out a squeak as the thing presses its strange, flat snout fully against him, sniffing wildly.

It ventures further, seemingly becoming distressed by the extra heavy duty padding that Tweek has decided to wear to bed. It coos and clicks unnaturally, shoving its smushed muzzle harder into the pad. It soon tires of this and long, razor-sharp claws curl their way over the band of his underwear, easily ripping them away. 

It isn’t human. That much is crystal clear in Tweek’s mind. 

Tweek can only gasp up at the ceiling as the thing dives between his legs. A scream gets lodged in his throat and he can’t seem to push it out no matter how much he so desperately wants to. He shudders as a long, prehensile tongue laps at the divots of his thighs, teasing around each side of his puffy outer lips now that he is bare and exposed.

He knows it’s probably a bloody mess down there and, ordinarily with any consensual sexual partner, he would be embarrassed, assuming that they would be disgusted by how much there is. It’s bad. He often has to employ the use of two pads at once when it’s this heavy. But the creature seems not to mind at all. In fact, it relishes in it, eagerly licking and sucking Tweek’s red-smeared skin clean. 

But it hasn’t yet gotten to the main course. 

Another series of squeaks and clicks before it gently plunges its tongue between Tweek’s folds, flicking around his clit. Tasting him wholefully. Tweek jerks but his hips careen upwards against his will, pressing the creature further against him. Its tongue glides in and out of its mouth, drinking up all that has gathered there before moving lower. 

Two heavy appendages plant themselves on either side of his hips, startling him and making the bed dip inward. They seem to bend unnaturally, like elbows but grossly distended. There’s an opaque webbing attached to the underside that stretches and bends with its movements. 

He only catches those few glimpses, but Tweek can’t help but imagine these things making up the most horrifying creature —a true monster— licking away at him. The sloppy slurping noises mixed with inhuman grunts and hisses. Its huge, bulbous ears flick against Tweek’s thighs with every sound as if intensely sensitive. Fur rubs against his skin from the monster's cheeks but its face is smooth. Its skin is like ice but its breath is hot, fanning out greedily against his most sensitive area. 

And it craves blood. Its nourishment derives from the outpour flowing from between Tweek’s thighs. And it devours every last drop of it: An unquenchable bloodlust.

Tweek clenches up on reflex when he feels it nudge against his entrance. A sense of fight-or-flight kicks in, the instinct completely overwhelming his mind, but his body remains still and pinned to the bed no matter how intense his internal struggle is to get away from the immediate danger. 

His fear response unfortunately sends more blood pouring out of him which does nothing but excite the hungry creature between his legs. All he wants to do is scream but his vocal cords are still frozen, unable to emit anything more than a few stray squeaks and whimpers as that slender tongue dips into his entrance.

He groans through gritted teeth as it pistons, in and out, filling him deeper on each drive forward. Tweek’s hips start to rock back and forth, and he’s too delirious to tell if it’s him doing it this time or if it’s the hypnotic spell again. His scared groans and whimpers soon turn to pleasured mewls and moans as it drags against his walls, stretching him. He’s disgusted by how wet he sounds to his own ears. The rhythmic squelching as the creature’s throat audibly gulps him down. 

His body burns hot as fire compared to the icy fingers that scrape at the flesh on his thighs. He chokes on a gasp as it tunnels deeper, deeper than any mere human tongue could go. Its jaw pops, mouth unhinging as it presses all the way forward. Tweek jumps as sharp-tipped fangs graze over his clit.

What the hell is this thing??

He catches a glimpse —a very fast and fleeting glimpse— of piercing red eyes and what look to be huge membranous wings looming over him as the creature pulls back to lick the blood from its split lips. It happens too quickly to chart any of the finer details as the thing is already ducking back down for more. 

This time, Tweek can’t prevent himself from letting out a loud, uninhibited moan as the creature sinks its tongue back into him. He stares up at the ceiling wide-eyed, shocked that he could even make such a sound in this state. The creature below doesn’t falter, its tongue continuously darting in and out of its mouth to lap at Tweek’s insides. 

It’s hitting him so deeply. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Feeling his pussy throb and twitch, the pleasure is so overwhelming that he can’t think straight. His body is shaking uncontrollably. His orgasm is quickly rising, and he can’t help but clamp down around the tongue as it’s shoved deep inside him over and over again.

His mouth falls open as he arches his back, but he doesn’t let out a sound other than the choked moan in the back of his throat. His hips twitch and his eyelids spasm as his eyes roll to the back of his head, the pressure edging him closer and closer to the brink. Its tongue is hitting the same spot over and over, and it is relentless, not stopping for even a second as it indulges. 

Eventually, it becomes too much for Tweek and he can’t hold back any longer. The tightening in his abdomen finally snaps, bringing him to a powerful orgasm. He’s utterly unable to form words, only muffled screams and gasps of pleasure as he gushes around the creature's tongue.

He’s vaguely aware of his walls clenching around the creature as his body convulses and his legs spasm, but his mind is trapped in a haze of pleasure and disbelief. Unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations flowing throughout his body. 

The tongue continues to pump in and out as the creature sucks the escaping fluids out of him, indirectly dragging out Tweek’s orgasm. His only option is to lay there, panting and incoherent, completely spent and spread wide open as he feels the blood and tissue being forcefully siphoned out of him. 

He breathes heavily as another pleasured hiss breaks the air. The creature pulls back with a series of satisfied clicking and squeaks, and then it lurches forward one last time to sniff him deeply and tongue up any blood droplets that may have escaped. 

As he slowly catches his breath, the realization of what just happened begins to dawn on him. He trembles as the slurping noises finally cease and the creature stands to its full, hulking height. 

This is the creature that snuck into his room. That violated him on his bed and indulged in the fact that he was on his period. 

A creature that survives solely on blood…

The word teeters on the edge of Tweek’s trembling lips, but he dares not say it. Afraid that the creature would kill him if he knew. 

Its wings begin to slowly expand, stretching larger and larger until they take up the span of Tweek’s walls. It peers down at him with those gleaming eyes the color of blood. Flickers of red in a dark leering shadow.

And then it vanishes.

All at once, Tweek’s bodily autonomy shoots back into him. Like a weight violently ripped away, causing him to sit up with a haggard gasp. He is in full control. He flexes his fingers just to make sure, and then frantically scans his room for any sign of the intruder.

He finds nothing.

Nothing but his open window and the light of the full moon tinting his apartment a slight blue. The curtain sways to and fro from the breeze drifting into his third-story window. His belongings remain untouched.

The only evidence left of the creature is Tweek’s ruined underwear, shredded into fine strips of useless fabric, and his sheets stained with his own menstrual blood.

One word springs back into his mind. The same word he was too afraid to speak into existence while staring eye-to-eye with the terrifying creature. 

Vampire…

~⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺~

The stench of garlic permeates the air of the small bedroom, burning Tweek’s nostrils as the smell wafts into his nose. He grimaces, reminding himself that he’s not doing this for the purpose of a pleasant aromatic. 

He’s doing this for his safety.

He hops down from his bed, taking a few steps back to admire his work. After his… encounter, Tweek has been tirelessly researching vampires and ways to deter them.

There’s of course the classic: Garlic.

Of which he has strung up. A garland of fresh garlic dangling over his bed like some bizarre homemade craft. Also at the head and foot of his bed is a crucifix for obvious reasons, and he has then surrounded the perimeter of his bed with a plethora of candles and a circle of salt for good measure. 

Another thing vampires hate —according to the Internet—  is running water. And thus, Tweek has gone down to his local craft shop and purchased two small desk fountains that he has placed on either side of his bed on a nightstand. He also purchased a few mirrors. Mirrors are made with a silver backing, and vampires can’t stand silver. 

In theory, it should be impenetrable.

And this work pays off at first. 

The first few nights after the encounter, Tweek sleeps peacefully and undisturbed (aside from the pungent raw garlic stink and the noisy motors of the water fountains). His window has been clumsily nailed shut, rendering it unable to be opened from either side. He goes about the rest of his week in much better spirits and, miraculously, his cramps have gone. 

He hates to admit it, but he has been feeling pretty good in general (aside from the severe bout of vampire paranoia). After the first night, he finds he doesn’t really need the heating pad anymore. His body feels less stiff and achy and more relaxed, and best of all, he actually sleeps. No melatonin required. 

While this is all well and good, he doesn’t dare let it distract him from the bigger picture. He keeps up the anti-vampire defenses well after his menstrual cycle has ended. And he is glad for it when a familiar flapping of wings alerts him out of his sleep one night. 

While perhaps effective for human burglars, the nails are no match for the supernatural strength of a vampire. A loud bang makes him jump. Lo and behold, when he glances at his window, it’s open, pried ajar with nails jutting out from the underside of the windowsill like crooked fangs.

At the sight, his throat closes up, barely containing a horrified scream. He flips back over in his bed, clenches his eyes shut, and tries to lay completely still as something swoops past his curtain. All at once, the candle's flames are quenched. His heart is going crazy under his ribcage. He feels its presence in the room. There’s a thumping that jolts Tweek straight upright in his bed, flicking on his trusty flashlight that was hidden behind his pillow.

He holds it tightly in his shaking fist, scanning over every inch of darkness in his room. “Haghah— y-you can’t get me this time. Show yourself...” He is by comparison a lot braver this go around because of his clever defenses. He sits there with his flashlight, breathing heavily into the silence and trembling with anticipation.

…

“And what is it exactly that we are waiting for?”

The voice nearly sends Tweek flying out of his own skin. “WAAHHAGH!!” His arms flail wildly, sending the flashlight careening off his bed and clattering to the floor. He doesn’t immediately see the source of the voice until he looks up. 

There’s a man on his ceiling. 

Which is concerning, but possibly less concerning is that it’s not the gigantic bat-like creature from before. It is definitely a lot less intimidating than whatever that thing was. The man is dressed in Pre-Columbian era clothing consisting of a long tunic with an obsidian-blue cape, but in no way can it be mistaken for just a simple Halloween costume.

It's real. Defying gravity by hanging completely upside down on Tweek’s ceiling with its legs crossed under it. It is turned backward facing Tweek, its head dangling low enough to stare into his soul with its piercing red eyes. 

If Tweek wasn’t so scared right now he’d probably think of this tall, dark man that has broken into his room as attractive. But that’s just the thing with vampires. All of them are hot. And they use their hotness to draw in victims. So obviously it’s a trick!

With his neck cocked back, Tweek manages to find his voice through the dryness of his timid throat. “Agh…! H-how did you get through my defenses??”

The man simply blinks down at him, wearing an almost bored-looking expression. “Your defens— Oh. So that is what all of this was,” it says, rather unimpressed. It then crosses its arms with a scoff and adds, “You humans are so dumb,” making Tweek twitch in offense.

Instead of arguing in favor of human’s intelligence, Tweek is more concerned about why this vampire is seemingly unaffected by the objects he has laid out. Ones that he is sure —at least from what he researched— work against vampires. “W-why isn’t it working?”

“Because, my dear, it is all bullshit,” it says bluntly. Its accent is thick like one would expect, suggesting that it is indeed not from here and hundreds of years old, but its stuffy monotone makes it sound uninterested in almost everything that comes out of its mouth. 

It stands, walking across Tweek’s ceiling as if it were the floor. It stops just above one of the water fountains, staring down at them before turning back to Tweek on the bed. “Running water. Really? You think that I am frightened by a miniature rock fountain?” It says, brutally patronizing as he continues to rip Tweek’s defenses apart one by one. “And the mirrors. New mirrors of this decade are no longer made with a silver backing. Salt is for spirits and demons. As for the crucifixes…” In a flash of flapping and squeaking it disappears from the ceiling. There’s a cold gust of wind and it has suddenly reappeared on the floor, stomping its foot down hard. 

All at once the crucifixes tilt and then swing upside down: the exact opposite of protection. Tweek feels his heart drop. The shakes in his body become more prominent as he sits there frozen in shock. 

As if it were a physical relief, the vampire releases a pent-up sigh, tugging the cloak collar around its neck. “There. Much better.”

It stands there for a few minutes, adjusting its clothes and surveying the room before its eyes land back on Tweek. “Ahh!” Tweek shouts, not liking the feeling of being under the vampire’s piercing gaze. He is almost too afraid to ask. “A-and the garlic…?”

Its stare ceases to lessen in intensity. “Garlic is one of the only things you got right,” it says. It makes a face that bares its fangs as its eyes lay upon the strand. Its nose wrinkles in disgust. “My nose cannot stand the putrid stench. But it is mostly just unpleasant.”

Thoroughly disappointed and a bit embarrassed, Tweek’s shoulders drop. “Aghhh— c'mon man, Ghhheh! What do you want from me then??” He is then immediately sent scrambling backward in the bed as the man turns its sights on him and takes a step closer.

The realization that he now has no protection is slowly dawning on him as is the realization of what this vampire is likely here for: to feed.

“Is it not obvious? I want to taste the sweet, delicious blood flowing from your nethers.” It gestures to said ‘nethers,’ making Tweek squeal and clap his thighs shut. 

“Uhhh-ghuh, uhmm… about that…”

“What.”

“H-humans tend to only have their periods once a month and they usually last 4-7 days and mine ended like two days ago so, erughh— come back next month?” He says, his voice rising to a timid, pitchy squeak. 

Its eyes flare in anger. “Next month?? You think that a vampire can survive without blood for a whole month? What am I supposed to do?” 

“Agh! So you ARE a vampire! I knew it!” Tweek exclaims loudly. 

The vampire glares at his pointed finger, unamused. “Uh yes. I thought I made that quite clear.” 

Tweek can’t help but feel a little bout of curiosity with that confirmation (even though it was painfully obvious). With all the research he has done, he expected these creatures to look more… demonic. Ancient. Evil. But the man in front of him looks to be just that: a man. A man from a distant era, but still a man.

Tweek’s eyes scan the being up and down, taking in its appearance for a little longer than he really means to. Long black hair cascades down its shoulders with the middle section pulled up into a neat ponytail. Gold seems to be a prominent feature in its attire, ornate and clearly ancient. Meanwhile, its face is intense, angular with a large nose. 

Tweek feels a strange lurch assault his stomach when he stares into its eyes for too long. He averts his gaze to stare at the intricate patterns on its tunic instead. “You look… different than what I expected.” 

It scoffs. “What, did you expect me to look like fuckin’ Nosferatu?” 

“Well yeah! You look— young!” 

The vampire rolls its eyes. “Not every vampire is some thousand-year shriveled-up old donkey excrement.”

“Oh… um,” Tweek pauses, biting his lip. “Was that thing you then?” He asks hesitantly. 

The creature is certainly more on par with what Tweek was expecting. He was prepared for it— well as prepared as one could be. Though Tweek is glad he doesn’t have to face it after all.

The vampire glares at him, its dark eyebrows furrowing. “What thing, ” it says, using the same infliction as Tweek.

“The huge monster that flew through my window and ate me out!!” Tweek exclaims, flailing his arms.

“Oh. Yes. That was me. I was hungry. I look like that when I am hungry sometimes.”

“Sometimes?!?” 

The vampire shrugs. “Yes. It is more convenient. But that is beside the point.” Its expression changes and Tweek feels himself shrink back in fear as it lunges forward, alabaster fangs on full display. “Do you know how many vampires I had to fight off that were attracted to your scent?? Who the fuck leaves the window open at night?? During a full moon no less!! Are you stupid?” It hisses, long, pointed ears pinned back against its head like an agitated cat.

“I get hot in my sleep— AGHAHH!” Tweek screams and holds up his blanket as a shield as the vampire takes another heavy step forward.

“Well you have attracted a vampire into your home and since you are no longer bleeding from the genitals I am now going to have to take blood the old-fashioned way. So uh… kindly hold still.” 

Tweek does not hold still. 

He leaps from his bed in a panic, almost tripping over the bedding wrapped around his ankle. With a bit of adequate flailing, he kicks his foot free but ends up tumbling his bedside lamp as he backs into his nightstand and whips around. He throws his hands out. 

“AHH WAIT!” He pleads with the vampire, surprised when it actually obeys his orders and waits. His mind is running a mile a minute and he struggles with his attempt of stalling. “A-aren’t you guys supposed to be like invited in?” 

“You did invite me in,” the vampire answers. “Leaving the window open while airing out your delicious vaginal stench is an invitation.” 

“Waugh— no it isn’t!!” Tweek protests.

“Well, and I also hypnotized you to open your window and let me in.”

“What?!?? I don’t remember that!!”

“Yes. Because that first night I erased your memory so that you would forget it. Once invited, always invited,” the vampire says as if Tweek is stupid for not knowing. “All it is that you remember is coming home and laying down in the bed. And you also do not remember when I ordered you to remove the garlic strand mere moments ago and throw it out the window.”

“WHAT?!?” Tweek's eyes blow wide and he spins around seeing that the garland of garlic is indeed missing from the wall. He sputters nonsensically, kicking himself for seriously underestimating this vampire’s ancient powers. “B-b-but I-I-you— ”

“As you can see, you are quite powerless,” the vampire says. “I would surrender your thin, supple neck if I were in your position.”

And just like that, it's a sudden game of cat and mouse. 

The vampire makes an advance on Tweek which sends him fleeing to the other side of the room. He’s frantic, mumbling to himself as he grabs whatever he can and throws it at the vampire in self-defense. Everything sitting on his desk: empty coffee mugs, books, pencil holders, small potted plants— whatever he can get his anxious hands-on are sent hurtling towards the unaffected vampire as he approaches. It dodges them masterfully, slowly decreasing the space between the two of them as Tweek’s room becomes messier from his panic.

It has Tweek up against the wall, trembling in fear as he grabs for the final object he can reach and throws it. The vampiric man unceremoniously catches the object mid toss and drops it to his side with a thud.

Its tall form looms over him, scrutinizing him with impatient red eyes. “I really would like for this to be easy for you,” it says with a bored-sounding sigh. “Just come here and we can get this over with and go about our respective nights.” 

Despite realistically having nowhere to run, Tweek remains uncooperative. He feels like a caged rat. Prey in the eyes of an enormous, blood-thirsty panther. His eyes flick over to the window but before he can even contemplate that option, the window slams shut on its own. The nails he placed initially for the purpose of keeping something else out now serve to keep him in. He yelps, desperately searching the room for anything that can help him in this situation. 

There’s nothing. All his defenses are out the window (literally). The vampire is closing in. He crouches down in his corner, sliding his back down the wall and covering his eyes with his hands in hopes that his death will at least be swift.

The vampire stops just a few feet in front of him, letting out another long sigh. “I did not want to resort to this, but you have left me no choice,” it says. 

Without meaning to, Tweek peeks at the vampire through his fingers. 

This proves to be a fatal mistake. 

Intense eyes, far more powerful than before, latch onto him, their aura pulling in his gaze like a magnet. The red glow seeps past his corneas and into his brain, devouring every thought about trying to run. Every thought about resisting. He starts to feel lightheaded as a tingling warmth fills his body from head to foot. Unable to look away. Completely entranced.

With the vampire’s command, he stands. 

“Approach. Come to me.” 

Tweek obeys, feeling as if something is inside of his skull, physically tugging at his brain and putting pressure on the backs of his eyes, but he is unable to fight it off. His body reacts on its own accord, disobeying the panic slowly carving its way back through the forced calm. His throat feels tight like he wants to scream but can’t. 

The vampire gestures with a clawed finger, drawing him closer until Tweek is standing right in front of him. A cold hand brushes over his cheek and tilts his chin so he’s staring directly into its eyes. With a surprising gentleness, it cups the side of Tweek’s skull behind the ear and pulls his head to the side, exposing his neck.

It’s at this point that the true panic within him begins to reveal itself. His body still can’t react on its own accord but the signs are there. He begins to tremble in the vampire's hold, a wetness running down his cheeks as he thrashes inside a paralyzed body. 

The realization is dawning on him as the vampire leans forward. 

This is his fate. He can’t do anything to break away from this.

It stops just a few inches away, breath fanning dangerously against his neck. Suddenly it pulls back. “What is this? Why are you leaking?” It asks, gesturing to the tears spilling from Tweek’s eyes. It seems genuinely taken aback by this. 

Has it never seen one of its victims cry before? 

“Tell me,” It commands.

The confession that comes feels like someone has reached inside and physically squeezed it out of Tweek’s lungs. “I-I’m scared,” he croaks. 

“Scared of what?” 

Another tear slips down Tweek’s cheek. “I don’t want to die...” 

The silence persists. The only thing Tweek can hear is his own pulse. His ears feel like they are stuffed with cotton and his eyes burn as the vampire stares at him curiously. 

“I will make you a deal,” it says right next to his face. “You allow me to feed, and I will not return until next month's full moon. On the night of the full moon, you will leave the window open and you will allow me to feed from you once again.” Sharp claws caress his neck, its thumb gently running circles over the hill of a pulsing vein. Anticipating. “Do we have a deal?”

Tweek shivers from the touch. It’s insane that he is even considering this a possibility, but what other choice does he have? If he says no the vampire will surely just kill him. That’s a given. He almost can’t believe the mercy he has been shown thus far. 

With the icy dread settling in his stomach he answers, his breath shuttering. “Yes”

The vampire accepts this. “Good. Now, if you could kindly expose your neck to me, I will be on my way.” 

Tweek’s eyes widen, but he obeys (not that he really has the choice not to). His hand comes up and brushes the hair away from his neck before kneeling and beginning to unbutton his own nightshirt. The extinguished candles suddenly flicker to life around them, bathing the room in a warm, organic light. There’s a change of mood, a new tension lingering in the air that Tweek can’t quite place, but it doesn’t feel entirely hostile.

Tweek swallows hard and grits his teeth. His body is still shaking as the vampire watches him intensely, never once breaking eye contact as it kneels to his level. Tweek stares back at it, fighting internally to break free, but its eyes draw him in, drowning him in their faint crimson glow.

Tweek’s fingers move blindly over the buttons, plucking them free with more ease than he’s ever able to do normally. Once all of the buttons have been undone, his hands fall limply to the sides. He feels warm under the vampire's unwavering gaze. 

For a moment, it’s almost like the vampire is the one in a trance. Its expression is unreadable, but its eyes drink in his exposed body like it’s the most incredible thing. Tweek can even see its chest rising and falling faster underneath its tunic as its eyes trail him up and down, its mouth parted slightly so Tweek catches a glimpse of those deadly fangs. The same ones that are about to plunge their way into his neck.

He should be afraid right now, but the teeth are doing a lot more for him than they probably should be doing. He tries to swallow that thought down, ignoring the twinge of excitement when the vampire’s tongue snakes out and slides over them.

Its hand reaches out, oddly hesitant. As if one wrong move would make Tweek disappear. It hovers inches away from the collar of his shirt before parting it and pulling it away from his shoulders. The cold hand brushes over his neck as his shirt slips away and exposes his flushed upper torso to the chilly air that slithered into his room from the open window before. 

Their gazes lock again. 

Ever so slowly, The vampire leans in. Close enough to where if it bent its head, its mouth would press against Tweek’s throat. Instead, it sets its sights on Tweek’s mouth. Its thumb catches Tweek’s trembling bottom lip, gently pressing down until Tweek’s teeth are the ones on display. It seems the vampire is as interested in Tweek’s teeth as Tweek is in its. 

It slowly moves its thumb to tilt Tweek’s chin. Tweek’s eyes flutter shut as their lips brush and then collide. It’s tender and passionate in a way that makes Tweek’s head spin. He feels too frozen to react with anything other than a startled grunt of surprise. When the vampire pulls away and looks at him, its dark eyes are blown wide, chest heaving.

This time it’s Tweek leaning forward. He chases its lips, unsure if the action is a result of the trance or not, but it’s everything else he has ever wanted. The kiss is different the second time. It’s hot. Hungry. Demanding, as if it’s meant for him and for him alone. Tweek tilts his head to slot their mouths together more comfortably, and the vampire lets out a low rumble of approval, snaking into Tweek’s mouth without resistance. 

They break apart, and Tweek’s head is being gently pushed down to rest on the vampire’s shoulder, holding him in a tight embrace. The body pressed against him is stone cold but Tweek feels like he’s on fire. The heat rises up to his cheeks. He’s acutely aware that he’s blushing from the shocking and confusing intimacy of it all.

He can’t help but think that if the circumstances were different, this might be kinda… nice. Having someone bathe you with attention so tenderly. To kiss you with such fiery passion. To gaze upon you like you hang the very stars above. 

It’s a ridiculous thought, obviously. This is a predator who has intruded into his home and is here to take what it wants with no remorse. It doesn’t think the way he does. It’s using its charm to hunt. There are no feelings there. These creatures can’t feel. It’s tricking him into a false sense of security. It’s a trick! A trick. That’s all it is. It just wants his blood!! How can he be so stupid?

The realization brings him back to his senses. His muscles tense with a fear momentarily forgotten as his head lays there on the vampire’s shoulder, feeling the danger of its breath skating over the flesh of his tender neck.

The vampire must feel him tense up in its embrace. It stops, mouth hovering over the same spot. Its voice a husky whisper. “Relax, Tweek.”

Something about the way the vampire says it feels innately… familiar. His body obeys the command like he’s heard it a thousand times. His shoulders go slack, breathing slow and calm. Completely relaxed and at the creature's mercy. 

Its nose presses into his skin, breathing him in deeply. It sighs long and languid. “I have… never been able to resist you…”

Before Tweek can process those words, two sharp fangs slip underneath his flesh, sinking into his throat with a bright bloom of white-hot pain. He cries out, feeling his blood rush into the creature’s mouth as it feeds. His body arches, both arms clinging onto the vampire and pressing it into him. His nails dig into its back, surely to leave marks even through the fabric if only vampires could sustain such wounds. 

He gasps like he’s short of breath. His eyelids flutter as his body trembles, paralyzed in ecstasy with his mouth hanging agape. Suddenly he screams, bucking under its weight as his body is racked with something similar to a sexual climax but much, much better.  

He feels the blood trickle down his back, his soft whimpers drowned out by the vampire’s greedy sucking. The spot beneath its mouth throbs in time with the source of the wetness growing between his thighs. Finally, it releases and pulls away, leaving Tweek dazed and lightheaded. Tweek can’t stop the whine bubbling up his throat, left suddenly cold.

The bite on his neck feels raw and achingly tender as the vampire pulls back, its mouth smeared with Tweek’s blood. Tweek blinks dazedly. He’s overcome with a sudden hot dizziness, his vision on the verge of blotting out. He can’t tell if it’s from the panic or the excessive blood loss, but he feels weak like he’s been injected with some type of paralytic venom. He can barely stand to keep his head upright. At the same time, there’s a feeling of bliss. A pleasant, all-over tingling as his body shakes and sways, threatening to topple over.

Through his blurring vision, he sees the vampire stand. It rakes a slow finger through the blood left on its lip and sucks it into its mouth. The sight makes Tweek throb with desire. “There. Not so bad, yes?” 

Tweek is vaguely aware that he’s panting. His body feels so hot and sensitive. Every word is just as intense as if it is spoken directly into his ear. 

The vampire, realizing the lack of an answer, turns to him. The glow of the candlelight casts its lanky silhouette along the wall, stretching it with the flicker of the flames. “You may feel a little drowsy. My saliva has a slight sedative for relaxation purposes.”

Tweek’s skin bristles with goosebumps, oversensitive to everything around him. He stares forward but is unseeing, a line of drool seeping out from his lips. The room in his vision tilts as his body stiffly slumps to the floor, first falling over onto his forearm, then dropping down on his side completely. The carpet feels overwhelmingly soft against his skin as his bare shoulder and cheek press into it. 

The vampire approaches, but Tweek can only see its shoes. “I will see you in a month's time,” it says. Each step against the floor makes Tweek’s skin prickle as if he’s feverish. He’s losing the battle to keep his eyes open. The vampire kneels to his level, raking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. A shiver shoots down his spine from the contact, making him whine and his muscles twitch. He leans into the touch.

The urge to sleep is consuming him. He nearly misses the last few words before its hand covers his eyes and the black swallows his vision completely.

“Sleep well, my dear.”

~⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺~

The following morning, Tweek awakes to find himself in his bed, groggy and confused. Just like before, there are no signs of the encounter despite his memory returning to him in vivid detail. In fact, his room looks pristinely clean, not anything like the frantic mess he created to defend himself against the vampire. 

Perhaps it all really was a dream?

He begins to convince himself of this, brushing it off as some sort of weird fantasy and rising out of his bed to start his day. 

But that’s when he sees the bite marks on his neck. Two perfectly round, puffy puncture wounds that send a jolt of electricity through him just by running his fingers over them. Memories begin to resurface. He gnaws his lip. 

So it was real.

His own touch is far too gentle. He traces over the spot where the fangs claimed him, feeling a warm stirring in the depths of his stomach. His mind begins to wander. He remembers its lips on his throat, on his mouth, ravishing him. Strong hands caressing his body, pulling him closer. The breath tickling his neck right before the penultimate bite.

He shudders, getting lost in his own fantasy. He starts to feel hot, his breath leaving his lips in fast little puffs of air. With two fingers, he presses down a little harder, feeling another jolt course through him. He grits his teeth.

It’s not enough. He needs more .

He presses harder, curling his fingers so that his nails dig into his tender flesh. He gasps, the pain sending waves of pleasure that make him weak in the knees. He tries desperately to emulate the feeling from last night. Chasing the euphoric high. Stabbing with more force as he imagines the vampire's lips against his throat. But his nails do not puncture as deeply as the fangs do.

All they do is simply irritate the wound. By the time he pulls his hand away, he’s panting. Whining. Blood cakes his fingernails, smeared over his neck. He’s uncomfortably aware of the dampness between his legs. How they have been unconsciously pinched together.

Red in the face, he steps away from the sink quickly, washing off the blood under his nails before hurrying back into his room. He tries to forget what just happened, but the tingling on his neck serves as a persistent reminder. 

Something must be wrong with him. 

He finds himself eagerly awaiting the full moon. Counting down the days left until the vampire’s return. 

Until he can reach that euphoric peak again. 

He can’t wait to feel its teeth enter him. To feel it feed from him once more. One singular encounter has left him somehow addicted.

He’s drawn to the night whereas before he would NEVER be out past sundown. He leaves his window open every night, hoping the vampire is nearby and not thinking about the very real possibility of attracting a different, more violent vampire. Instead of setting up precautions for vampires, he’s actively summoning one.

He can’t lie to himself any longer. He loves the pain. The danger. The fact that this monster can and will kill him if given the chance. He doesn’t feel scared anymore. No, he revels in it. He craves it. 

It’s a paranoia unlike before, but not one based on fear. It’s an anxiety that has him unconsciously seeking out his night partner in the late hours after his shift. Peering down dark alleyways in hopes of seeing a flash of glowing red light up the inky blackness. 

It’s all that has been on his mind for days. He swears he keeps seeing the tall figure out of the corner of his eye. Everywhere he goes. A presence sneaking behind him, following him home on cold lonely nights, even those without the presence of the moon. 

But when he turns, there’s nothing but an empty sidewalk. 

It’s driving him crazy. He must be crazy to actually enjoy feeling this way. To actually want the vampire to return.

And to Tweek’s great relief, it does return just as it promised it would. 

It quickly becomes a routine. The vampire appears by light of the full moon, eats Tweek out on his period within an inch of his life, and then it’s over. By sunrise, the vampire is gone, taking every physical proof of his existence along with it.

Tweek wakes up to nothing. 

No migraine thrumming at his temples. No nausea. No aching muscles. And best of all, no cramps. 

He has never felt better.

The days following their monthly hook-up slowly become a little odd. 

Tweek soon finds himself with an obsessive sort of guardian angel (though a vampire may be the furthest thing from angel he can think of). It’s protecting him even when he can’t see it. He sleeps peacefully with no interruptions which is highly unusual. Things go missing in his home, and when he voices his distress they magically turn up again. 

Sometimes after sex with the vampire, he will wake up with a blanket covering him and a glass of water next to his bed. And weirdest of all is the packs of raw meat left in various places around his house. It’s almost like a cat leaving him its version of ‘gifts’ that it thinks humans would enjoy, but it doesn’t understand that humans prefer their meat, well… cooked and not just a raw pack of chicken breasts left in his mailbox or on his porch.

It takes a few visits for it to finally tell Tweek its name. 

Well… a name: Craig. 

Part of Tweek thinks it’s just the most “human” name the creature could think to tell him on the spot, because what hundred-year-old vampire from an ancient civilization would ever choose to go by “Craig”? Perhaps it has even been long enough for the creature to have forgotten its real name and instead adopted a new one. Tweek already has a horrible memory. He can imagine there are many things vampires forget as time goes on.

In any case, the mysterious and elusive Craig continues to visit Tweek late at night when the moon reaches its fullest. 

Tonight is no different. 

It’s the Hunter’s Moon. The largest and most vibrant supermoon of the year. Being closer to the earth than usual, its giant, Kaiju-like form rises over the horizon just beyond the pines and the mountains. 

Tweek is but a victim to its bold magnificence. The dusty globe taunts him from above with its warm orangey tones, visible even with the presence of waning daylight. He glances at it, unable to tear his gaze away completely as it hangs just in the corner of his vision at all times. Huge. Imposing. It feels like a spotlight almost, following him through his drive back home. 

It makes him feel restless. Eager.

He can feel the ache in his lower back but he knows he won’t have to endure it much longer. 

His vampire will return tonight.

He will take away all his pain. 

Just like he always does. 

His room is dark save for a dusting of pale moonlight. The curtains are propped open, window left ajar: a clear invitation. 

Anticipation crackles in the air of his dark room like static. His breathing quickens. An electric excitement tingles his bones as he lies there. Prone. His face pressed against his pillow. Waiting. He feels even more restless than before.

The throbbing between his legs is slowly driving him mad. He can feel the wetness slowly dripping down the crease of his thighs, shivering as he kicks off his blanket and welcomes the cool brush of night air against his bare, heated body. He won’t be able to resist for much longer. 

Luckily, he doesn’t have to.

A dark shadow crosses in front of the moon outside his window, blocking its imposing glow for only a second. The curtains sway violently as if they had been blown by a large gust of wind from an unseen source. Tweek makes a small startled sound when he turns to see the vampire looming over him. 

“Good evening,” he says, eyeing Tweek with clear intrigue. His deep nasal sends ripples throughout Tweek’s body, sinking into his bones. “I see you have been… awaiting my arrival.” 

Tweek sits up a bit. Craig’s eyes stay glued to his naked body as he shifts to stand, throwing his legs over the side of his bed. “I have.” He bites his lip, widening his stance by spreading his legs. “I’m, urgh— ready.”

Craig stares for a moment longer and then begins undoing the golden pendant of his cloak, removing it and laying it neatly over Tweek’s desk chair. “Eager aren’t we,” he says, unclasping the golden bracelets on his wrists and laying them to the side as well.

He saunters over, kissing Tweek chastely on the lips then peppering them down his chest until he’s kneeling between his legs. His hands trail over his body slowly, carefully, giving an affectionate squeeze to Tweek’s thigh. Supernatural eyes dilate, gluing themselves to the already dripping spot between Tweek’s legs. He licks his lips once, before tilting his chin up and burying his face into it.

Tweek squeals and falls back onto his hands for support as Craig’s tongue dives between his wet, quivering folds without mercy. It traces every inch of him before sucking his clit into his mouth. It’s as cool and wet as Tweek remembers, but he knows it won’t take long to get used to it. The tongue flicks back and forth over the swollen bud repeatedly, making Tweek tremble and see stars brighter than the ones outside his open window. 

Craig suddenly pulls away. His voice low and rasping. “You taste divine,” he sighs, gazing up at him as he licks at his lips. “Like liquid gold of the Sun mixed with sweet ambrosia from the Gods. The richest and most potent of wines.” The muscles in Tweek’s legs spasm as Craig runs the tip of his tongue up the length of his slit with a delighted hum and sits back again. He looks drunk, babbling on with sincere words that make Tweek’s cheeks burn heart flutter with adoration. “You are intoxicating, your smell, your taste. No words can describe it. I cannot get enough of you.” 

He has never spoken this fondly to him before. It feels almost like he’s blurting out a confession. Tweek doesn’t know what to do or how to respond, and he can’t even if he wanted to because just as quickly as he stopped, Craig continues his assault on Tweek’s lower body, closing his mouth over his slit and licking and sucking until Tweek is positively shaking. His hands tighten their hold, gripping the seam of the mattress for dear life as his legs threaten to give out.

“Craig… urrrrmffff… Craig… Ahh-AH! ”

The noises pouring out of Tweek’s mouth are high and throaty, borderline screams especially when Craig gently nips at his clit with his teeth. It makes Tweek yelp and jerk hard, not expecting the pain in such a sensitive area but at the same time relishing in it. The feeling of Craig’s teeth sinking into him even just the smallest bit makes him utterly delirious. His hands fly to Craig’s head for solace, burying themselves in his hair.

“Sorry,” Craig says, apologetic. “Sometimes, it is… difficult to control myself.” In his excitement, his front teeth have grown too, smaller fangs compared to his canines but still sharp enough to puncture. 

Tweek wants to feel them in his flesh.

Instead of an intelligent response, Tweek answers by pulling Craig’s head into him and grinding against his mouth in a shaky desperate rhythm, keening loudly. Craig growls and angles his head so he can follow Tweek’s frantic pace. He laps and kisses his clit, being sure to mind his teeth this time around, before craning his neck to tongue up the fluids that gravity allows to spill out of him. 

The noises are dirty, obscene. Tweek whimpers and tugs hard on Craig’s hair, as he feels Craig’s tongue ease past his folds and nudge its way inside. It’s cold and wet as it sinks up into him, widening out as it nears the base. Tweek whimpers, the muscle just enough in length and girth to make him feel full. 

“O-oh god… Ahh, please,” Tweek whines, feeling the tongue squirming inside him. He can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, grinding into Craig’s face, and accidentally crushing his nose a bit.

His cheeks flush when he starts hearing Craig’s throat drink him down, his blood becoming more thin and viscous as a result of the anticoagulant in Craig’s saliva, keeping the flow constant. The blood gushes forth effortlessly as Craig takes his fill, growing more frenzied as he indulges.

He growls, a low inhuman rumble deep in his throat. Tweek freezes. This is different from his usual behavior. He worries that Craig is starting to lose himself to his hunger, his calm control splintering. His hands tighten their hold, claws sprouting forth from the tips of his fingers and gently digging into the backs of Tweek’s delicate thighs as he feeds. Tweek yells as arms come up and grip his ass with both hands, yanking him forward so the vampire under him can angle his head and drive in as deep as possible. 

Tweek starts to feel a little lightheaded, but he doesn’t dare move. He even tries not to breathe as he stands there, feeling the blood and slick flood out of him. He strains to hold his hips still, locking them in place as the monstrous tongue writhes and winds against all his sensitive parts. The vampire is relentless, sucking and slurping with reckless, starving abandon as if he might actually devour him. 

Tweek can’t help his walls instinctively clenching down on the intrusion. His legs shaking as the pleasure builds faster and faster. The tongue curls in a way that makes him gasp and drop his hips. He whimpers with high, whining pants, feeling the tension coil tighter as he practically rides it. 

The pressure builds until it finally snaps. His eyes slam shut as the whimper caught in his throat explodes into a full-on shout. 

His thighs clamp down on either side of Craig’s head, holding him there as he twitches and gushes around his tongue with a wordless wail. The vampire lets out a deep groan, licking up any menstruation that might have escaped. His tongue explores his soft folds, desperate to get every last drop. 

Tweek stands there feeling raw and boneless as he comes down from his intense orgasm, his knees bent and trembling, on the verge of buckling and dropping him to the floor. He tries to calm himself and catch his breath as the tongue remains buried inside him. It slowly slips out with a wet, obscene pop, making him shudder out a whine as it drags past his walls. His legs won’t stop trembling even as Craig pulls away. 

This is usually the part where Craig cleans him up, leaves, and then Tweek has to come to terms with the fact that he won’t be back until next month. 

But his touch doesn’t leave this time. 

Tweek gasps as the tongue is replaced by two long, nimble fingers, sheathing their way inside. They thrust in and out at a slow, unhurried pace, aided by how slick he has become. His walls twitch and quiver with oversensitivity as the motions draw out more blood. Tweek cries out, his body tending and squirming as Craig marvels at the mess he’s making of him below. 

Craig retracts his fingers with a delighted hiss, bringing them to his face. The blood has mixed with Tweek’s slick and cum, making it appear more pink in color as long dripping chords of it web between his vagina and Craig’s fingers. He breaks it off, licking his fingers clean like he’s starving, savoring the taste of Tweek on his tongue. Tweek’s body burns hot as a renewed tendril of desire curls low in his abdomen.

When Craig slowly rises to his feet in front of him, his hand drops to push hard against Tweek’s chest, making him lose his balance and fall backward onto the mattress. Tweek’s muscles go rigid. Craig’s eyes look darker, hungrier. A ring of crimson around his irises casts an eerie glow over his features. He looks wild, like an animal preparing to savage. Tweek’s gaze falls upon him with trepidation, the eerie feeling of being hunted by a great beast arising in his gut.

His skin prickles with goosebumps, both in equal part fear and arousal. Tweek has never felt more small and vulnerable in this moment as Craig crawls over him, appearing more monstrous than ever before (aside from the bat creature incident).

He looks like he’s going to eat him alive.

A small whine escapes him, shrinking back into the bunched comforter behind his head, but having nowhere to go. 

Craig’s head cocks to the side, the expression unwavering. 

“Are you scared of me, Tweek?” 

The way he says it sounds sadistic, nothing like the way he spoke before. It’s a deep, borderline guttural hissing, the furthest thing from human he’s ever been. His teeth shine wickedly in the low light, looking positively debauched. His neatly styled updo has become wild and disheveled, hair hanging in loose strands over his face. Black veins crawl up the sides of his neck, his skin graying.

He is clearly not himself. The passion and enchantment in his voice have been completely stripped away, left bare to his monster. Tweek is very aware at that moment that he’s looking into the hungry eyes of a true vampire. Just like the ones he so painstakingly researched. A being created to drain life. To live on for centuries without empathy for all the countless humans it maims and kills.

Yet, he knows deep down that Craig is in there. Craig will not let the monster hurt him. If he wanted it to drain his blood, he would have done it already. He would have already killed him. Tweek doesn’t need to fear for his life anymore. 

Every paranoia-filled bone in his body is screaming at him that he shouldn’t, but… he trusts Craig. 

“No...”

Craig’s huge unnatural pupils stare at him with such brutal intensity. Tweek can see his jaw clench, lips twitching and teeth gritting as if trying to restrain himself from biting. He’s losing the battle, stalking over Tweek until they are face to face. Tweek can smell himself on the vampire's breath, the pungent, iorny odor of his blood mixed with his own arousal.

In a terrifying instant, the last ounce of restraint in Craig snaps like a string pulled taut. With a growl, he crushes their lips together, his long, prehensile tongue prying Tweek’s lips apart and invading his mouth. Tweek tenses in surprise, but allows it to explore. He moans into Craig’s mouth as it slips further in, twitching as it flicks against the back of his throat. 

When he finally breaks away and frees Tweek’s mouth, Tweek is panting, eyes lidded with burning desire for the man in front of him. But then Craig’s eyes zero in on the pale expanse of Tweek’s neck. Without warning he lunges forward. His jaw unhinges with a sickening crack and Tweek’s eyes blow wide. He screams in horrific pain as Craig latches onto his throat.

The bite is effortless, carving through flesh like tissue paper. Searing hot pain shoots from the spot on his neck down through his chest and shoulders. It’s not anything like the first time Craig bit him. It’s nothing at all like the high he’s been chasing all this time. It hurts. A lot.  

Craig has him effectively pinned in place with his teeth, just like how a wild predator deals with its prey. The claws curling off his fingers dig into Tweek’s flesh, trapping him between his body and the mattress. Tweek gasps and curses, trying to push Craig off of him, but it’s like pushing a solid brick wall. Craig growls against his skin, blood bubbling and oozing out from around his lips. All Tweek can do is lay there, gasping like a fish on land, unable to do anything as his blood is gradually siphoned out of his body. 

His vision blurs more and more with every audible swallow. In his hazy-growing mind, he thinks back to when he asked Craig what the bite is supposed to feel like. 

“Well it… depends. I myself was never bitten, but I have heard that it is dependent on the vampire. Some of us have… a venom you see.”

“Venom? Like agh— a poison??”

“Not exactly. It is not to kill. It is to help you stay… entranced with me. It uh, makes the experience good for  you.”

“Good? How good?”

“ Very ...”

It’s the way his eyes flashed when he said it. The raise of his eyebrows. The slight quirk of his lips.

Perhaps Tweek has crossed a line here. A foolish one. He indulged in the creature side of Craig far too much, causing him to snap and now he has found himself precariously at the point of no return. In the literal jaws of the beast. The creature in question has no desire to allow Tweek that euphoria he so desperately craves. The only thing it wants from him is to use him as a food source.

Just as that thought cumulates in his mind, it hits him like a freight train. 

The pain melts into sudden, vibrant arousal, settling low in his belly. His skin feels hot like it’s buzzing, his nerves somehow numbed and amplified at the same time. He gasps, unable to stay still or quiet as he clings onto Craig’s shoulders, his desperate pleas breaking off into keening moans as the venom courses through him. 

This doesn’t quite change the fact that he’s lost blood. 

A lot of blood. 

A feeling of dizziness overwhelms him. His muscles lose their strength, his arms loosening their grip on Craig’s back and falling limply to the sides. The ceiling spins and twirls above him, streaking the sides of his vision with lines of colors that look like a 3D movie without the glasses.

Just before Tweek passes out completely, the sucking stops. 

The pressure on his neck lessens and then jerks away. Tweek can barely keep his eyes open at this point, but he registers Craig’s face appearing in front of him. His lips and fangs are smeared red with his blood, gleaning faintly from the glow of the Harvest Moon. His eyes are wide and he looks intensely panicked. He says something to him, but Tweek can’t hear it. He only sees his lips moving but no words are discernable. 

The last thing he sees is Craig's worried expression before he vanishes in a cloud of inky, black smoke.

~⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺~

He wasn’t sure the vampire would come back after that, but on the night of the next full moon there he was, standing in the middle of Tweek’s room like nothing happened.

Except something did happen and he turns out to be surprisingly regretful. He stands there in silence at first, shuffling with his cape, unsure of how to properly form the words to say "I am sorry for almost killing you and then disappearing into mist,” until he says exactly that. 

Overjoyed that his vampire decided to return to him, Tweek accepts his apology with a longing kiss which quickly turns into a passionate make-out session on his mattress. 

He fell into a rather depressive funk after Craig disappeared. One that had him believing that would be the last he ever saw of his vampire. Maybe he’s crazy. Maybe he’s obsessed, but the thought of never seeing Craig again…— he simply cannot handle it. 

But Craig is here now. That’s all that matters.

Maybe Tweek can convince Craig to come back more than once a month! That would be nice. He really feels that their relationship has grown past being plainly symbiotic —both parties benefiting from the interaction— and into something that’s possibly even considered… romantic? 

Is true romance even possible with a vampire like him?

The way that Craig is kissing him now feels romantic. The way he holds onto him so securely. The gentleness of his tongue as it slips past his lips, moving against Tweek’s in slow rolls that make him feel like he might pass out again. 

Then there’s those teeth. The very same precarious maw that nearly killed him the last full moon night. It’s as frightening as it is exhilarating to feel them against his lips. To trace his tongue over the smooth length of them. He feels Craig tense up as he does this, suddenly hesitant in his movements. Tweek continues onward, growing braver than before, tugging him closer by the collar of his tunic and kissing repeatedly over his fangs.

“Mmm… Tweek.”

Tweek doesn’t let up, pulling back only slightly to mumble a response against Craig’s lips then diving back into his mouth to lick the backs of his front teeth. 

“Ahhah~ yeah?” 

He kisses with more and more intensity, not really allowing Craig a chance to speak. His mind is too preoccupied. The memory of what those teeth did to him last time makes heat and desire pool in his stomach. He pants heavily into Craig’s mouth, not realizing how dangerously close he is to the razor tips of those fangs until his tongue brushes over one.

The taste of iron fills his mouth in an instant.

Craig pulls back immediately as if he has been burned by holy water.

“DON'T!” He shoves Tweek away from him harshly by his shoulders, his voice cracking with an intensity that sounds foreign on his cold, ancient tongue. In a flash, he vanishes, leaving nothing but a cold mist lingering in his place. 

A heavy weight falls from Tweek’s chest to the pit of his stomach, believing for a moment that he just ruined everything, but then Craig appears a few feet away in a plume of smoke.

His back is to him, his obsidian cape wrapping around his body like the wings of a bat. His shoulders are rigid, closed off. The air around them is tense with words unsaid.

“I’m afraid this will be the last time we do this,” he says gravely, breaking the silence.

Tweek’s eyes widen in shock. He doesn’t understand. He thought everything was going well. “What?? B-but why?” 

Craig turns to him, his cape flaring out dramatically with a swipe of his arm. “Our last communion together ended in you almost dying from blood loss, Tweek,” he nearly growls, raising his voice a few levels to really drive home that point. 

Oh… Right.

Craig sighs, glaring down at his hands before pulling them into the darkness of his cloak. “I cannot allow myself to lose control like that again. I’ve decided that I must… travel elsewhere.”

Tweek leaps from the bed, desperate to stop his vampire from leaving him in any way he can. He rushes in front of him, a crazed lilt mixed in his stutter. “No! No, Ahg— you can’t leave. You-you make them go away!” His voice is shaking now along with his body.

Craig raises a dark brow, taken aback. “I make what go away?”

“The cramps!” Tweek blurts loudly without thinking and then adds in an even more screechy tone while flailing his arms. “Everything!!” 

“What?”

He’s aware of how desperate he sounds, but he doesn’t care. He meets Craig’s stony gaze, skin prickling with nerves that he knows only run surface deep. His chest tightens. He knows that he is in no real peril, no danger of being mauled or attacked from his words, but the fear of Craig’s reaction keeps him severely on edge. “Please I-I want to be with you forever. I can’t live without you!”

There it is.

The confession that has been scratching at his lungs all this time. 

It’s ridiculous. He knows it is, but he can’t deny how he feels. 

The vampire stills. He looks at Tweek for a long moment, his face unreadable but not necessarily an expression of anger. After a few seconds, his chest rumbles. “I knew this would happen.” 

Tweek isn’t expecting that response. He feels his heart beat faster, placing a hand over it and tugging his shirt. “Ngh— what would happen?”

“It's—” Craig interrupts himself with a long, winded sigh, almost a hiss. “Sometimes my lure is too powerful for humans. They become… addicted to the venom. I usually kill them so this will not happen. It should wear off in a few days after we part ways.”

Tweek frowns, anxiously pressing on. “But it hasn’t! I’ve been like this for months! I want you so badly. I think about you every waking moment,” he says breathlessly. He’s being painfully transparent now, bearing his confession like it’s his sniveling heart on a silver platter.

This can’t be just because of the venom. It can’t be.

“Tweek, we can’t.”

“Why not!”

“For your safety, I… need to go. I should have just left you this time when I realized. Left you alone to live your happy mortal life. But I was selfish. I couldn’t stay away. And now your blood is making me react in strange ways and several times I wanted to…” He pauses, clenching his teeth as if it pains him to admit it. “It’s not safe for you,” he decides. “I will not risk a repeat of the last night we had together. You deserve to live a good life, Tweek. A full one.” His voice is low, weighted with an unsteady emotion that seems new to him, but is absolutely soul-crushing to Tweek. He faces Tweek then, his mouth tugged into a small jagged frown. 

“Without me in it.”

It feels like Tweek’s heart has been crushed, stomped into a gorey pile of blood and viscera under the vampire's shoes. The rejection hurts even more than that. He feels like his very soul has been ripped from his body, leaving him a blubbering mortal husk. He stands there in shock for a few moments, almost too preoccupied by the paralyzing soul-crushing to realize Craig is on his way to his open window.

“WAIT!!” He bellows, shocking himself with the manic desperation laced in his own voice. He runs over to him, stopping just behind his heels. “Please. Take me with you!” 

“…” 

He’s blatantly begging him at this point, ready to fall onto his knees if his vampire requires it. “I-I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since that night, I’ve been waiting for your return. Aghhh!!! Craig, you have to take me away from this place. Please... I will do anything you ask.”

Craig’s shoulders tense with a deep growl, his fists clenched at his sides. “I am not in the market to be owning a human.” He says it with an obvious, forced cruelty that Tweek picks up on immediately.

He doesn’t miss a beat, playing him at his own game. “Turn me then!” 

Craig whips around at that, eyes flashing and nostrils flaring with true, unadulterated anger. “You do not know what you ask for!” He shouts, louder than Tweek has ever heard him. He seems to have struck a nerve.

Even with the snarling vampire so close to him, Tweek stands his ground. He is not afraid. “But I do! GraH! I hate it here. I hate being like this. That night with you changed something in me, Craig… I never thought I could yearn for someone like that. I-I-I feel an emptiness without you.”

A flicker of something crosses Craig’s face, but it’s only for a brief moment before he goes right back to baring his fangs. “I haven’t changed shit,” he spits, drawing closer. “Once the effects of the lure and the venom wear off you will go right back to fearing me as a disgusting monster that I am and it will be too late. I will have taken away your life like you asked. A life you will never get back. You will hate me for all eternity.”

Tweek shakes his head. “But I won’t! I want this Craig. I really do.”

Those red eyes scrutinize him, scanning him over once and then twice. They linger for a few seconds more before Craig turns his back to him and walks away.

“Please Craig, I—”

“ENOUGH!” 

A cold, furious hand whips around with blinding speed and seizes Tweek by the throat, choking off his words. Before he can even process it, his head slams against the wall with enough force to make his vision swim. His legs dangle several feet above the floor, kicking, squirming, gasping in Craig’s inhuman grasp. His hands come up, pathetically clawing at Craig’s wrist that does not budge. 

The being in front of him is suddenly not the Craig he holds so fondly. Just like the last night they met, he is face to face with something predatory. Alien. Something that wants to cause suffering. Something that wants his blood.

He bares his terrible teeth, a jagged and crude grin. With his eyes wide and lips pulled back he leans in, pressing his face close to Tweek’s as he hisses. “See, Tweek? This is what monsters like me are capable of. I could end your life in a second.” He squeezes harder just to prove he can. Immediately Tweek’s eyes widen in shock, trying in vain to pry Craig’s fingers away from his throat. His legs kick harder, sending things tumbling off the desk next to him.

Craig's eyes burn into him as he watches his would-be prey struggle with abject curiosity. He tilts his head, crimson eyes gleaning in the night. “So you are scared of me.” Tweek grunts weakly, still frantically trying to break free. 

“Good,” he says coldly. “You should be.”

He finally releases his hold, dropping Tweek to the floor. Tweek coughs and wheezes, clutching his neck as he fights to get his breath back. Tears sting his cheeks as he struggles to sit upright. He meets Craig’s gaze again but his body language is back to the way it was— calm and curious with even traces of humanity. 

He knew it. Craig is not the monster that he wants Tweek to believe he is. 

His throat is squeezed raw but he somehow, persistent as ever, manages to find his voice through the pain. “C-raig… please…”

Once more, Tweek stops him in his tracks. He turns to face him, eyebrows drawn together. “What petulant, stubborn creature you are. Why when you are shown every possible semblance of danger do you keep running back? You were on the verge of death, yet here you stand in front of me begging for more??” he says with incredulous frustration, letting out an exasperated breath.

“Come here Tweek. Look at me,” he orders, drawing him over with a curl of his finger. Tweek obeys, walking over with unsteady legs. He kneels before him, gasping when Craig captures his chin between his pointer and forefinger. 

He uses his hold to tilt Tweek’s face, observing it with an intensity that makes Tweek weak in the knees. His pulse quickens, wondering if Craig can hear how fast Tweek’s heart is beating for him.

He leans in, all traces of anger and agression long forgotten. He speaks to him calmly, softly. “I am going to erase your memory.” 

Tweek’s eyes bulge and he thrashes his head back and forth in protest, but Craig’s hold tightens on his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. “When I do, you will not remember me or anything we did together. You will go about your mortal life as if nothing ever happened.”

Tweek weakly shakes his head, his body trembling and eyes beading with tears. Craig gently wipes them away with his thumb, smiling sadly. “It is for the better. I just need you to sleep for me.”

The tears are in free fall now, streaking his cheeks with a cold wetness. He stubbornly resists the temptation to give in, not wanting this to be the last time he sees his Craig. He can’t bear the thought of not remembering. He doesn’t want to forget.

He won’t allow his eyes to droop as much as they want to. He won’t give in to the calming feeling of Craig’s hand petting his head. The way he rakes his nails through his hair, ever so gently.

“Stop fighting it, my love,” he whispers, sending a full-body shiver down Tweek’s spine that breaks him out in goosebumps. He leans into the touch, feeling tranquil as his eyelashes brush against his cheeks. 

“Just… Sleep.”

Craig’s hand moves to press against Tweek’s forehead causing him to fall unconscious immediately. His eyes roll up into his head, out like a light as he goes completely limp. Craig catches him, feeling heavier than just the deadweight of the body in his arms.

Perhaps this is guilt.

He has strung this human so far along for his selfish gain. In his many years of vampirism, he has long grown numb to the feeling, to any feeling, yet somehow it just takes one special human to make him feel alive again. 

Unfortunately being alive comes along with so many cumbersome emotions. 

The body against his chest feels like it weighs nothing as he lays it on the mattress, gently as if his porcelain skin would shatter. Humans are so fragile after all. Craig finds himself admiring the body, drinking it in, knowing that this time will be the last he ever sees it. 

His soft features. The blood flowing through his veins. His breathing moving his chest up and down. How young and alive he looks. He feels a twinge inside of his chest cavity. 

It’s dead in there. His heart stopped beating hundreds of years ago, and yet he feels conflicted because of this human. 

After months of this —sneaking into Tweek’s room each night and watching him slumber, following him under the mask of shadows— this time somehow feels the most invasive. 

It all ends here, he reminds himself.

He glides over to the side of Tweek’s bed, feeling a dreadful pit forming in his stomach as he watches his face contort in his sleep. He can almost imagine the outlines of the body paint streaked across his face. Black and bolded stripes juxtaposed against alabaster skin. 

That was such a long time ago.

Many eras have passed since then.

He sits on the bed, bringing the comforter up and laying it over him before brushing his hair to the sides. He raises his palm, readying to erase his memory, but he hesitates. The fingers hovering just before Tweek’s forehead curl into a fist.

He can’t do it.

He doesn’t want Tweek to forget him. 

Not after how long he’s searched to find him again. 

Here he is, his ancient lover, in a new flesh. 

Different but the same.

He rises from the bed, wanting nothing more than to lay by his side for the night. But he must leave. As he stands, a limp hand reaches for him, dangling slightly over the edge of the mattress. It’s enough to brush against Craig’s cape and catch his attention when he turns around. He stares down at it, remembering Tweek’s heartfelt confession. He takes one last look at the sleeping boy in his bed.

The life of a vampire is one of pain, death, and solitude but… 

Maybe it doesn’t have to be.