Author's Note: Sanctuary Bingo Entry. Having to use . as paragraph breaks due to FFnet's funky formatting
Prompt: Vampire
Nikola Tesla was a man who loved himself above all other things. Except perhaps his wine. In his mind, he was the centre of the Universe and all things should revolve around him, especially since he had become a vampire. Of course, after spending over a hundred years trying to revive the vampire race, he had been a little put out when he'd been accidently 'de-vamped'. It still rankled with him that, while stopping a bunch of 'hedge fund baby' teenagers who had been sent to him for drug addiction treatment, he had been stripped of his own powers. In a rare moment of clarity and self depreciation, he had allowed himself to acknowledge that he had probably deserved it. He'd been so self obsessed that the thought of losing his innate sense of self worth had never occurred to him.
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For months after the loss of his vampire self, he had wallowed in self pity; making sure that all the while he made those around him suffer as much as he perceived he was suffering. After a period of 'mourning', he had come up with the brilliant idea of trying to find a way to make himself a vampire again. Of course, the reality of that plan had backfired rather spectacularly, leaving him even more depressed, and now firmly in Helen's bad books once more. And so, he had all but given up on even the tiniest hope that he might someday reclaim his former glorious status as the last of the once magnificent Vampire race.
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Then she had appeared, a full Vampire who had promised him a place by her side. At least, that was how Nikola saw it, choosing to ignore the lies he could feel pouring from her. She was the mighty Vampire Queen, he the only other Vampire in existence, thanks to Helen stealing a little of the Queen's blood to save his life. The fantasies that had run riot through his head in the brief seconds before she had betrayed him has been wanton, hedonistic and centred around him. And then she'd bitten him and pushed him into a vampire trap that had been made for full bloods, not a half blood like himself.
All in all, the day was not going well for Nikola Tesla. Getting shot, nearly dying, being resurrected into his 'true' form only to be bitten, betrayed and left to die was too much, even for someone as self obsessed as he was. So now, he had the fun job of trying to get out of the pit he'd been dumped into, save Helen and take care of the Vampire Queen. And he hadn't even fed yet!
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After the fifteenth attempt to scale the wall, Nikola began to get a little pissed off. He had tried jumping, flying, clawing and even gnawing the stone to make hand holds. Nothing had worked and he had just ended up on his ass, in the dirt, again. He was chewing through some rather obscure and obscene expletives when he had an epiphany. He wasn't called 'the walking magnet' for nothing! Focusing with all his might, he felt the metal grappling hook in the bag up top start to give in to his pull. Beads of sweat broke out on his brow as he threw every ounce of his concentration into getting the hook to the pit opening. All of a sudden, the resistance he had felt evaporated and the bag fell at his feet with a dull thud. Taking the grappling hook out of the bag, he smiled an evil little smirk and made ready to free himself from his prison.
"Don't worry Helen, I'm coming to rescue you and save the world," he murmured to himself, his inflated sense of self importance firmly restored. He was once more the most important thing to exist, in his self centred view of the world, and he was about to once more become, the last of the Vampire Race.