Jazz had never considered himself the good guy, but maybe he could be the decent guy?
The idea was definitely worming into his mind as he held onto his prey. His poor, poor prey. He knew he shouldn't have chose him, Praxians were a rare breed, but Jazz didn't like to discriminate.
"Let me go!" Hissed the Praxian, his door wings flaring in the air as he tried to escape his grasp. Jazz just leaned his body into the Praxian, pushing the mech further into the wall as the mech continued his tirade. "You deranged, mmh-"
"Shh," leered Jazz, covering the Praxian's mouth with his hand. Jazz leaned closely into the Praxian's white face plate, as his mouth slowly spread into a smile, wide enough to let the Praxian see the tip of his fanged teeth peek out from his lip. One long fang glinted in the moonlight and the mech, instead of whimpering, glared at him in defiance.
Who knew what the mech was thinking? No one knew vampires existed, but the look in his prey's eye was definitely entertaining as he was no doubt coming up with so many guesses.
"With all ya squirmin'," Jazz explained, inspecting his fingers and enjoying how upset the Praxian became now that he was being held against the wall by one arm. He tried to struggle, but he might as well have moved a mountain. "It makes your energon pump, till all I can hear is tha' blood rushing through ya body makin me so thirsty that I might lose control."
The Praxian immediately stiffened when he heard that and stilled. Jazz looked up at the wide, but oh still defiant eyes. Good he was smart, Jazz thought. Most weren't.
Jazz could smell and hear the energon flowing through the other mech's armor, but instead of sinking his teeth into that thick artery that pulsed in the transformer's neck like he always did, he traced patterns into the Praxian's forearm.
It'd be a waste to kill such a fine specimen and he was proving interesting, Jazz mused, the Praxian's optics cold and no doubt calculating ways to escape him as he thought this. Jazz rolled his head as a dark, insidious idea formed. He generally ignored it but now with such a fine specimen... He had been so lonely and if he didn't like him he could easily be destroyed.
Smirking at the mech, the Praxian trying to analyze him, he chuckled. "Ya know mech as delicious as you smell. I ain't gonna kill ya!"
He let go of the mech and the Praxian stared at him, optics calm, no doubt sensing an alterior motive.
"Then what do you intend?" intoned the mech with a calm voice, Jazz's body blocking the pathway.
A slow, toothy, smile split across the vampire's face plates, causing the Praxian's optics to widen, but before he could escape Jazz grabbed him, impossibly fast, bent the mech's neck, and opened his mouth and laughed.
"I'm gonna turn ya!" Jazz gleed. "Happy birthday, son!"
Sharp incisor like teeth slashed though the mech's voice box and Jazz groaned as flavor immersed his tongue. He practically melted into the twitching mech. His arms wrapped around the struggling transformer almost crushing him as Jazz's optics narrowed to little slits, harshly breathing in the delicious smell of terror and shock.
This mech was fantastic.
Gulping down mouthfuls of the rich energon, he gnashed his teeth harder into the space between the Praxian's shoulder and neck, not caring if this mech was in pain as he sank lower to the ground. He was so lost in the blood, that he barely noticed the energon flow weaken as the mech's pulse slowed, his pumps beating slower.
It wasn't until Jazz was kneeling on the ground, the Praxian now weakly clutching to his armor, did he finally stop. Albeit slowly.
Carefully, Jazz retracted his fangs, licking at the blood around his mouth as he settled the now dying mech into his lap so that the Praxian's head leaned into the crook of Jazz's neck. Jazz could feel the weak breaths against his neck and the door wings drooped as the vampire rubbed soothing circles into the mech's back.
Jazz felt invigorated, power seeping through his veins. But he couldn't say so much for his friend.
He was so close to dying, if he waited any longer, Jazz'd be able to see the light die out from his new friend's optics. And he almost forgot about the dying Praxian, so caught up in his energon buzz, until he heard a mouth move against his armor.
"Please," rasped the mech. So soft he barely heard it. Jazz smiled, looking down as he covered up his surpirse.
"Well since you asked so nicely!" Jazz reached one clawed hand and without flinching slashed his neck. Energon seeped down, and cooing to the half dead mech, he cradled the Praxian's face and gently shoved the mech's mouth onto the wound.
"Shh, there, there baby," crooned Jazz as if he was talking to a sparkling. "I'm giving you your blood back-"
"No," whimpered the Praxian, but Jazz chuckled, kids could be such picky eaters, and shoved the mech's mouth onto his wound, preventing the mech from breathing or else being forced to drink the energon.
The mech weakly struggled, if you could call it that. It was pathetic and all Jazz did was rock the mech slowly, keeping his hand firmly placed on the Praxian's head as he waited, trying to ignore the wasted energon seeping down his chest.
And he had to wait longer than expected. His stubborn, stubborn child.
But predictably so, he eventually felt a tongue lick the wound, before the Praxian moaned, wrapping his once weak arms around Jazz's neck as he roughly began to suck. Jazz hissed in pain as he felt his blood being ripped out of his body, but did nothing, letting the poor mech take his full.
He wanted his fledgling to be strong.
"Atta boy," Jazz praised as the vampire clutched the mech closer to his body egging him on as all that was heard were the mech's desperate gulps and Jazz's grunts of pain as he endured. Eventually, Jazz felt the pinprick pain of armor healing as the wound started to close up. Jazz eased his hold on the mech thinking the Praxian would give up, before the mech bit down.
His blunt teeth stabbed his slowly healing armor, not causing much damage- but a weakened mech doing that! Jazz jumped at that and ripped the mech off him letting his wound heal up. The mech glared at him savagely, mouth covered in energon, some dripping on the ground as he eyed the wound.
"What did you do to me?" He hissed with enough force to tumble a building. Jazz chuckled holding the mech away from him like a spoiled child.
"Your gonna be my lil fledgling, my babe vampy if ya will-"
"I'll never be that!"
Jazz cocked his head a small smile on his lips. "Aw, lucky for meh, you'll forget everything when ya finish the transfomation!"
The Praxian's eyes widened before Jazz swiftly snapped the mech's neck, officially killing him.
Rising to his shaky knees- greedy fledgling stole a lot of energon- he walked back to his humble abode ready to await his son's awakening as a creature of the undead.
However when he went to walk, something slipped out of the mech's armor. Jazz scooped it up and saw an ID.
Prowl of Praxus. Iacon enforcer.
Jazz shrugged and tossed it away.
Prowlin' and Jazzin'. This could work right.
I don't know :P
