Anger's A Lesser Disaster
I said I would post the first thing I finished, and that just happens to be this sad attempt at vampirey fiction. It's not done, obviously. This is a prologue. I don't know if I'll write more, I don't know if it will ever be finished. It is something that had captured my interest for the time being and I may spend more time on it. I can't guarantee anything though. Don't get too attached~.
Title: Anger’s a Lesser Disaster
Rating: Not sure yet. If I had to take a shot at it, I'd say R for eventual violence?
Pairing: Vampire!Jon/Brendon
Summary: Jon Walker had been locked away for hundreds of years, on the small offense of being a vampire. He couldn’t help that! So it was only a matter of time until he got out. But going so long without the scent of a human’s blood… Bad things were bound to happen.
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Obviously, Jon is not a vampire. Title belongs to Empires.
A/N: I guess I’m a little late to hop on the vampire fic bandwagon. But I figured, well, better late than never! There’s not enough Vampire!Jon fic out there, so I took the liberty of writing some myself.
Locked away from any human civilization for over two hundred years, one would find there’s nothing really to do. Sure, you could check out the measly entertainment you may be provided with. Or you could hang out in the cafeteria with the people you’re forced to co-exist with simply because there’s no one else around. But cafeterias never have good food, anyway.
This is the predicament Jon Walker has been in since 1783. The mortal hippie movement didn’t really start until many, many years later. However, being the more socially advanced species, vampires caught on to the behavior much quicker. It wasn’t long before half the immortal population was chanting, “Humans are friends, not food.” Jon wouldn’t be pulled into such a mockery of his own kind. He’d feast on the blood of any species he damn well pleased, be it homo sapiens or sciurus carolinensis. Human blood is better than squirrel blood, though.
Jon had laughed in the faces of those ones; the ones who refused to kill a human or two or a hundred for a simple meal. They were vampires after all, and unless a “cure” was found, they would likely be vampires for eternity. How were they to help what they were? Apparently, living in denial was the way. When enough people had converted to the vegetarian vamp diet, that culture declared war against the original one. Which brought Jon to his current home.
A “Vampire Holding Camp” in an unmapped region of Minnesota. (Who the fuck goes to Minnesota, anyway?) It wasn’t built to be a prison, even though that’s how Jon saw it. It was simply meant to keep the deadly away from the dying and soon-to-be such. There was a game room that offered video games, a gym, and every basic human desire. However, the fact remained that Jon Walker, nor any vampire in the world, was human.
The cafeteria, though. That was the worst part of it all. What pure-bred vampire in his or her right mind would eat that shit? The food they served in the lunch room was a meat-eating human’s equivalent to tofu. Unnecessary, and unappetizing. Jon would have been somewhat satisfied if they at least served donated blood, but no. That would be a failure in their attempt to guide the captured vampires away from their human diet. They got the stale, dry taste of animal blood (already dead, not freshly killed) to snack on.
Jon would have to live with it, though. There seemed to be no way out.
Title: Anger’s a Lesser Disaster
Rating: Not sure yet. If I had to take a shot at it, I'd say R for eventual violence?
Pairing: Vampire!Jon/Brendon
Summary: Jon Walker had been locked away for hundreds of years, on the small offense of being a vampire. He couldn’t help that! So it was only a matter of time until he got out. But going so long without the scent of a human’s blood… Bad things were bound to happen.
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Obviously, Jon is not a vampire. Title belongs to Empires.
A/N: I guess I’m a little late to hop on the vampire fic bandwagon. But I figured, well, better late than never! There’s not enough Vampire!Jon fic out there, so I took the liberty of writing some myself.
Locked away from any human civilization for over two hundred years, one would find there’s nothing really to do. Sure, you could check out the measly entertainment you may be provided with. Or you could hang out in the cafeteria with the people you’re forced to co-exist with simply because there’s no one else around. But cafeterias never have good food, anyway.
This is the predicament Jon Walker has been in since 1783. The mortal hippie movement didn’t really start until many, many years later. However, being the more socially advanced species, vampires caught on to the behavior much quicker. It wasn’t long before half the immortal population was chanting, “Humans are friends, not food.” Jon wouldn’t be pulled into such a mockery of his own kind. He’d feast on the blood of any species he damn well pleased, be it homo sapiens or sciurus carolinensis. Human blood is better than squirrel blood, though.
Jon had laughed in the faces of those ones; the ones who refused to kill a human or two or a hundred for a simple meal. They were vampires after all, and unless a “cure” was found, they would likely be vampires for eternity. How were they to help what they were? Apparently, living in denial was the way. When enough people had converted to the vegetarian vamp diet, that culture declared war against the original one. Which brought Jon to his current home.
A “Vampire Holding Camp” in an unmapped region of Minnesota. (Who the fuck goes to Minnesota, anyway?) It wasn’t built to be a prison, even though that’s how Jon saw it. It was simply meant to keep the deadly away from the dying and soon-to-be such. There was a game room that offered video games, a gym, and every basic human desire. However, the fact remained that Jon Walker, nor any vampire in the world, was human.
The cafeteria, though. That was the worst part of it all. What pure-bred vampire in his or her right mind would eat that shit? The food they served in the lunch room was a meat-eating human’s equivalent to tofu. Unnecessary, and unappetizing. Jon would have been somewhat satisfied if they at least served donated blood, but no. That would be a failure in their attempt to guide the captured vampires away from their human diet. They got the stale, dry taste of animal blood (already dead, not freshly killed) to snack on.
Jon would have to live with it, though. There seemed to be no way out.