Story Note: This is not a typical shitty vampire story—or at least, I hope so. It has a plot and in-depth story. Max and Chloe's relationship will be building up slowly. This is something I feel the need to warn about; it'll be a long time before any true Pricefield action goes down, but I promise that the wait will be worth it. Not only will we see their relationship actually develop, but there'll also be cuteness. Lots of it.
I've compiled a list of information about the vampires in this story, which can be found at the bottom of my profile. While this info will be revealed throughout the story, it's worth looking at if you'd like to know these things beforehand.
The story is rated T for the following reasons: swearing, dark/violent themes, angst, and sexual themes (hints and implications).
Disclaimer: I do not own Life is Strange or any of its characters. This story is for entertainment only.
Prologue
The night is still, tranquil in its quiet beauty. The moon hangs over the treetops, visible in its full entirety as it casts a soft light over the forest. Somewhere in the distance, a lone owl hoots a solitary song as it sits upon a wooden perch in a tree up high. Besides its ominous avian calls, there are no other sounds that night except perhaps for the wind whispering through the leaves.
He usually would have been there on a night as lovely as this one. He enjoys feeding when the forest feels timeless, when the moon looms over his head in a way that makes him feel invincible. But he had received an important phone call approximately four hours ago, and now he waits impatiently in the lobby of the only hospital in Arcadia Bay. He passes the time by thinking about how he has the power to kill every single person in the building should he want to.
Hours later, a nurse calls his name, gesturing for him to follow. "They're exhausted," she says to him as he's lead through the cold hallways. "But they said that you should see her."
"It's a girl?" he asks, blinking. The nurse nods, stopping in front of a door before gently pushing it open for him.
He steps inside and sees Vanessa there in the hospital bed. She looks like she's been to Hell and back. Despite that, he can't help but notice how impossibly happy she looks. He can see it in her eyes. Ryan is sitting by her, and he has that same blissful expression on his face as well as he gazes at the bundled wrap in Vanessa's arms.
He can't help but smile at them. He likes these humans. He really does. They aren't nearly as insufferable as most of the other blundering idiots of their kind.
"Hey," Vanessa says quietly. She makes a tiny nod with her head, commanding him to come closer. He shares a quick glance with Ryan, who grins at him like he's the happiest man in the world at that moment.
He walks up to the bedside and looks down, and his heart stops the moment he sees the child's face. She's beautiful in a way that he's never witnessed before and it makes his heart stop. He finds it difficult to pull his gaze away from her impossibly blue eyes.
Then Ryan chuckles. "Better watch out, Nessa, otherwise he might steal her away from us."
He smiles, looking up at them. "What's her name?" he whispers. The feeling in his chest doesn't go away.
"Maxine," Vanessa says softly, gazing fondly upon her child.
It's in that moment that he knows what he needs to do. He knows what needs to be done to ensure that she is one day his. Suddenly the urge to turn the small child is overwhelming and he hastily takes a step back, a little alarmed by how strong his desires are. He takes in a deep breath and looks up at Ryan and Vanessa. "She's stunning."
"We know," Vanessa whispers, smiling at him.
And unknown to them both is what he was going to do in three months to come. There was no way they could even fathom what he would do to their child, and how it would ultimately change her life forever.