A side note to this; I'm still trying to figure out how to use this site, so please bear with me. My laptop was taken with the story I was writing for my other Vlad/Ez fanfiction, so I figured to help the holdup from my mistake of prematurely publishing it with no chapter, I would write some drabble of a smut thing between them. Technically this will be my first published work to the site, but oh well. Enjoy!
Chapter one: Scent
Characters: Ezreal, Vladimir
Warnings: Blood, rough assault I suppose.
It was nearly unbearable to the vampire. The way it danced along his nose and lured him by the emptiness of his stomach. His entire being was pulled towards it and he could barely stop himself. His kind was supposed to be in hiding- unseen by humans.
Their history was ugly at that and ended with mostly the beheading and hanging of vampires. Since then, vampires had been folklore. Something to frighten their children over in bed from doing bad things. Something to keep people from unexplored woodland.
Yet, here one was. In his forest.
His crimson, hungered eyes trailed along as the human treked quite loudly through the woods. Perched on a high up tree branch, Vladimir silently crept along it before leaping to another in slow pursuit. It was facinating at that to have something so fragile
and alone look so innocent to his danger. At least, it smelled male. It's looks, however, weren't up to standards for most. Lean and wide-hipped; girlish in nature. He doubted the kid had any muscle. A poor meal, yet he still yearned for the taste
of it.
Keeping pace evenly with the strange human, he noticed it would write occasionally; or draw; before continuing on. He would look around at everything and even pick some of the greenery to put into his notebook. The behavior was strange. From what Vladimir
knew, humans only used weapons and fire, not pen and paper. His hunger was almost forgotten in his curiosity. A quick reminder was a pang in his stomach as he caught wind of the stranger. Clutching his belly, his claws sank in faintly to grip himself.
He had been about to hunt an animal before this discovery.
Compelled onward despite his increasing cravings, the vampire leapt from tree to tree quietly and silently seethed in his starvation. Attacking the human would bring more if he killed it. Surely they'd come searching for him soon... or if he hadn't returned.
He swallowed back saliva and kept his gaze boring down on the blond.
Sighing softly, Ezreal dropped the berry he'dbeen examining. It was just a normal food. One back at home. He'd thought that if he'd go at least this far out, some undiscovered vegetation could be found. Something new; anything. Defeated, he paused his
path and looked around. An unease spread through his frame as he swore he were being watched. Woodland creatures, surely. The young explorer shrugged it off hurriedly and checked his notebook for the map. This place was huge already and mostly unexplored.
The thought made him frown deeply. He was already covered in dirt and grime with only a few odd leaves to show for his work. Setting down his heavy load from his back, he began to set up his tent. He certainly couldn't go back this late and didn't
want to wander about until he fainted from exhaustion. Rubbing a cheek with his wrist, he set up some dried meats and foods he'd brought with him before settling down for the evening.
A faint sound in the distance made his blood run cold, but his eyes darting about as he chewed slowly. He really needed a partner for his ventures to keep watch. He wouldn't even mind taking turns. But night time out in strange places always gave him
the creeps.
Finishing quickly, the boy scrambled to his tent as though it were the safety of a home and buried himself under blankets he'd brought. The warmth almost masked the cold of outside, but it still trailed along his bones, reminding him he was not home.
When morning came, the explorer rose and stretched for a long time before his body decided it was able to move about for him. Rubbing his neck gingerly, he shivered. It felt wet... Perhaps condensation from the morning dew. Or sweat. Pulling himself from
the tent slowly, he groaned softly. His eyes stung from just awakening and were still blurry from sleep.
A scrambling sound made him look up, but he couldn't spot the source. Rubbing an arm, he slowly turned his back to take down the tent. Making quick work, he huffed as he threw the bag over his shoulder. Scratching his neck, his eyebrows furrowed. It seemed
itchy. When he examined his hand, nothing was there. Venturing on, he hoped he hadn't found something poisonous or that he was allergic to.
The unsettling feeling of being watched remained as he continued. Shuddering at the thought of some large animal keeping watch for him to make a mistake, his pace quickened. Soon, the air grew sweeter and he brightened at the sound of running water. Soon
in sight was a small stream, just deep enough to bathe in. Nearly dropping his bag, he sprinted forward and sank to his knees. Splashing his face eagerly, he began to scrub his visible skin in the water, gleeful for the dirt and grime flowing off.
He'd begun to pull off his shirt when a low growl froze him in place. His eyes were wide in an instant and he didn't dare move despite his clothing covering his face mid lift. A soft, barely audible sound of something drawing closer sent his heart
to race wildly. A faint sniffing and a whine before it growled again. He swallowed slowly, hoping the sound wouldn't set off an attack. Something thin and sharp ran down the crook of his back and Ezreal's eyes slammed shut to keep from yelping.
"What do you think you're doing to my waters...?" The voice was silk along his ears. It rang through his body and kept him in place. The tone was alluring and low; almost animalistic in the faint threat behind the sweet words. Realizing hurriedly that
a creature was talking to him, he jolted faintly.
"Well?" The pitch rose, anger flooding through and making the boy panic for an answer. "W-washing myself!" he stammered hurriedly, his eyes wide as he looked about the clothing around him. It moved, the keen awareness he had of its position due to fear
and lack of sight.
Ezreal's breath quickened as the razor-like object grazed his exposed stomach. It hummed softly before swallowing. "And why are you doing so without permission?" It mused softly, almost as though it were teasing answers than angry interogating. "Human?"
It questioned, impatience showing again. Just what was this thing?
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was owned." His voice was muffled by his shirt, but the creature didn't seem to have trouble hearing. "I can leave. If this is your forest, I can be gone if I start walking now." His heart had never pounded so hard
in his life. He'd come close to death before but this...
"I could let you leave... but what would you tell your people? Sharing what you've seen... your discovery of me." It's voice hardened faintly, causing the boy to react further in fright.
"I won't tell anyone! You can have my pages, I-..." The sharp object touched his collarbone lightly.
"Ah, but how will I know your mouth won't run? You see, I can't have the existence of my kind running loose there. Perhaps you'll be seen as mad, but I'd rather not take the chance of more of you coming here."
Bargaining seemed useless if that and the boy only panicked further. What was he trying to talk to? It drove him mad. What was this... this thing? "I don't even know what you are, please..." he whimpered pathetically, his body quivering in fright. It
seemed to laugh at the sight... or at least, what seemed like a laugh.
"Oh my, you're like a rabbit. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Without reason. I do wish to improve the name of..." Ezreal shifted, disappointed that whatever it is,was eluded. He shifted, his eyebrows lifting in a fearful expression despite unseen. "What
do you want me to do?" He didn't want to die and it seemed to be lingering along something for whatever troubles he was putting it through.
"Oh?" It's voice layered with a smile and returnedto the sweet tones. It was amused at him. At least it wasn't mad...
"Hm... you do have something I want... that I wish to try." It's voice was shaky almost as if refraining from doing something. "Perhaps you would forgive me if it were just a small taste. A price to pay for trampling about my lovely garden." Before he
could ask, pain seared through his throat. He gasped, paralyzed from the feeling. His eyes were wide and he shook faintly. Something gripped his exposed shoulders firmly and he cried out as his veins felt... sucked. This thing was biting him. And
taking his blood.
He felt his vision ebb and his heart slow from its panic. Was this what death felt like? He was cold and only growing colder. The pain had ceased and something new was replaced. Falling for what seemed like eternity, the waters of oblivion swallowed him
down. Something clung to him, but he couldn't be bothered to tell what.
He was greeted by an endless nothing...
