-Ahem- so this crazy little idea here was brought up by my best friend. Sorta, kinda. She mentioned why not have Arthur become a vampire to combat his TB? I ran with one little line she gave me. She doesn't even play the game. -rapid clapping- Anyways... I'm taking a stab at this. I never wrote something pertaining to vampires so try to bare with me guys as we go along this new journey together.
I haven't took my time to find the vamp, torment him or test out theories with him myself but I've watched a few videos so I know he's fine in the sunlight (kinda disappointed there) but I don't think still if you submerged him in water, tied up he would survive. Either way, he wouldn't in this scenario, we gotta get Arthur what he wants somehow!
I will try to keep this updated regularly along with the other fic. I will try my damndest! Because I enjoy writing these as ya'll read them.
Desperation will make a man do crazy things... questionable things. Funny thing about it is you don't even see the desperation coming till it's there... Ain't nobody above it either, not even me.
Arthur Morgan sat there on his horse at the edge of the lake, gazing out into the horizon. After a moment he finally spoke, breaking the thick silence surrounding them.
"Have you decided?" The question seemed calm enough but there was an anger just waiting to show itself.
"You are a fool, an imbecile! Who would desire such a life of damnation?!" The voice hissed out from the back of his horse.
A deep sigh escaped Arthur. "Have it your way..." He muttered under his breath as he climbed off of his horse. Blue eyes glared at the death defying creature before him. "All the stories about ya swirling around Saint Denis and you can take the sunlight... but let's see if ya can breathe under water." Arthur reached out to remove his tied up victim from the horse.
"Why do you want this? You have no idea of what accompanies it!"
"That ain't none of your concern there, Nosferatu." Arthur retorted as he began to walk into the river.
"Bahhg!"
"I hope ya got gills, partner." Arthur persisted, the water now coming up to his waist line. He wasn't even sure if this thing he set out to achieve would even work but he was willing to take risk and try.
"You will never die... time drags on without you... You lose all those around you... You fade to nothing - a monster."
Arthur scoffed. "Well I don't know about all that but not dying is kinda the point ain't it?" He asked sarcastically.
Desperation; Arthur Morgan didn't think he would feel such a thing, until he was slapped by fate. He tried to come to terms with his illness, find his inner peace and yet no matter what he did to make amends or the people he talked to, he wanted to live and that was why he took to the streets of Saint Denis on what he had presumed was only a wild goose chase for a mystery man; a creature of the night.
Rumors swirled about and yet nobody had known for sure what this creature truly was - a vampire rumored to be, stalking their prey in the night and sucking them dry of their blood.
Arthur didn't much care for those things but what had gotten him a little starry eyed and hopeful was the immortality that came along with it.
"He leaves clues, for those curious on him... I wouldn't go looking for them though, most fellas don't come back..." Arthur had been told by one man.
"He stalks the alley ways but stay away from them, you'll regret it!" Another woman had spoken to him.
"A vampire? Have you been drinking sir?"
Along with other things Arthur had heard among the civilians and yet, he had expected more. This creature of the night had barely been a challenge for him to tackle and hog tie, Arthur had met fouler men in his life than this that would live and die of mortality. Perhaps it was a game of advantage and surprise though that Arthur had over him.
"Aight, let's see if you're truly invincible..." Arthur grumbled as he shifted the weight on his shoulders with intent to throw the vampire into the river and yet delaying the process all the same. He wanted his answer, not this thing's answer and not for this creature to die. He set out for one thing, and one thing alone.
"Alright I give in! You are a complete fool but I will grant your request!" The vampire retorted in haste.
A small smile crossed Arthur's features. "Glad you see it my way!" He took the both of them back to shore, dropping the immortal being onto the ground.
"Now if I cut ya free and you try anything funny, it's gonna be a bad time for you..." He grumbled as he retrieved his knife. In all honesty, he expected the vampire to run once the ropes were cut free or perhaps try to charge at him once more but to his surprise when they were, the other merely stood up and scowled at him.
"You'll regret this, I promise it to you."
"Well, maybe if I look like-" Arthur's words trailed off as he eyed the other up and down once over. "Never mind... ya see, I'm sick and if I go on, I'll die soon... guess I wasn't ready for it like I thought I was."
"I' am immune to human ailments, but are you truly ready for this lifelong eternity and what comes with it?"
Arthur looked down, taking in a deep, difficult breath, releasing it soon after. "Thought about it long and hard. Wrote about it. Hell, I even dreamed about it... yes, I' am."
Hesitantly, with doubt, the other being spoke. "...Very well." The vampire reached for his dagger and pulled it out.
"What is that for?!" Arthur exclaimed.
"We can go about this two ways, I can penetrate your neck and exchange your blood with my saliva, or I can create a wound from which you drink. Since I have determined you are a foul little man, I would rather do the latter."
"...Charming but, okay." Arthur shrugged.
"Wounds heal fast, be quick." The vampire warned as he reached out his arm and pulled up his coat and shirt sleeve. Arthur nodded as he leaned in closer in anticipation. Quickly, the vampire slid the dagger along his wrist, causing a wound to open up enough for blood to spill out. Arthur took hold of his arm and went in for the taking.
The taste was bitter and the liquid ran cold. Arthur had to resist the urge to turn away and spit the blood out, fighting with his gag reflex each swallow but he managed. Somehow, he managed. He was only pushed away when the night creature shoved him off.
"That'll be enough!"
Arthur stumbled back but managed to keep his balance. For a creature that looked as if he was on deaths door and yet defying it all the same, he had some strength behind him after all. The cut healed almost instantaneously.
"My job here is done... enjoy your curse." The vampire scoffed as he turned to walk away.
"Wait!..." Arthur exclaimed, reaching out a hand. "Wait... when, how will I know?"
The undead man looked over his shoulder at Arthur Morgan. "Trust me, you'll know."
"What about the uhh..." Arthur's words trailed off as he wiped whatever blood remained away from his mouth. "The feeding...? Does it have to be people; can't I substitute it for ya know, animals?"
The vampire quirked a brow as a sarcastic chuckle left him. "Animals..." he scoffed. "I'm not lingering to be your teacher! I did my part, you're on your own now." He retorted as he walked off.
Arthur just sighed as he watched him leave and he wondered, just what exactly would come of this - the things left unanswered.
I did it, I went through with it and made a deal with maybe not the devil but the devil's spawn...? whatever the outcome maybe, I'll just have to see now... if nothing else, I've stopped the clock of age and cured the illness that plagued me? Imagine, if Dutch found out about eternal life, we'd all be in trouble then!
"Arthur!" His name was called from the campfire off to the left of him. "Come have a drink with us!"
Arthur looked up from his journal over to his circle of friends. A smile spread across his face as he closed the book and stowed it away in his satchel. He got up from where he sat and made his way over, Javier's music playing softly in the air.
"You seem like a lively bunch tonight." He chimed in as he took a seat beside John.
"Here, have a drink!" Bill reached out a hand to him with a beer to offer. Arthur took it with a nod of thanks.
"Where have you been the past couple days?" Bill asked.
Arthur opened the bottle and took a drink from it, a couple of his coughs making themselves known... Though his illness hadn't reached its full extent, Arthur truly hoped the ritual he had partaken in earlier would hold true to what he was told and that it wasn't all some sick joke. "Around... Neither here nor there."
"Neither here nor there?!" Bill questioned in response with a gasp to emphasize his disbelief. "Well you've been somewhere, you've been gone for days Dutch was just about to send one of us out looking for you.!"
Arthur shifted a bit. "Again, nowhere, really..."
Bill just stared at him for a moment intently. "... I don't buy it... You're up to something Arthur. Are you on some kind of new lead?"
Arthur took another drink of his beer, a soft scowl landing on the man. "Williamson, sometimes I wonder just where the hell you come up with the things brewing in that tiny little mind of yours... NO and if I do, Dutch'll be the first to hear of it."
"Mmmhmm..." Bill grumbled under his breath.
Arthur's gaze narrowed as he looked between them, Javier's music now stopped. "What is this, an interrogation?"
"We were just worried, Arthur..." John decided to pitch in.
Arthur sighed, looking over at him specifically. "Worried? Ain't like you to worry... Ain't like any of you lot to worry lately..." He muttered, glancing back to Javier. "Except him, he's the only one that hasn't seemed to change..." Arthur's words trailed off into quietness for a moment, until he stood up. "I've had a long day, I think I'm going to turn in."
"Arthur" John reached for his arm, but Arthur just jerked away from his grasp.
"Leave it Marston..." Arthur grumbled as he began to walk away.
"Night, Arthur..." Javier responded lowly.
John just looked down, frowning.
"I'm telling ya, something's off about him being gone for days and suddenly coming back. If it was John, yeah. But this is Arthur Morgan!" Bill proclaimed. John shot a glare his way. "Fuck off Williamson." He snapped.
"Whoa, relax! I'm just saying…" Bill defended.
"Sometimes you run your mouth too goddamn much and yet you don't know a damn thing." John retorted as he got up and stormed off.
"The hell is his problem?" Bill asked but Javier only shrugged.
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