Here's another story brought to you by Mistress Megatron and Mrs. Optimus Prime. Now, I would like to take time to say that this chapter is an early birthday present for Mrs. Optimus Prime since her birthday is Feb. 17. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I'll explain more stuff at the end.

Disclaimer: Transformers and all related characters belong to Hasbro and not Mrs. Optimus Prime nor me.


Chapter 1: Isolation

He was starving.

He wasn't exactly sure when the last time he fed was but he hardly cared; he was hungry now and beyond determined to satisfy the cravings of his hunger. And he was so thirsty…thirsty for the oil he hadn't tasted in millions of vorns, hungry and thirsty for the life force of another.

Dweller had lost count millions of vorns ago of how long he had been locked away in this empty and hollow void. He had been alone for centuries…or had eternity passed already? There was no clear way to tell, all he knew was that he had to get out soon and quench his thirst before he was driven insane, if he wasn't already insane.

"Feed me…"

His hunger had its own voice, its own calling, its own bitter demands that needed to be fulfilled. But in order to fulfill his hunger, besides escaping, he would have to find a body, one better and far more advanced and powerful than his own. He knew his current robotic form was outdated, and he figured he would have to obtain a weak body at first, but once he had it, he could move on to bigger and better things…and move on was precisely what he would do.

He had been sealed in a void, a void beyond all time and space for all eternity by the Quintessons. They all thought he would die over time, that his hunger and thirst would eventually get the best of him. If that were the case, it hadn't worked, and more than likely everyone on Cybertron thought that he was dead…and if that were true, Cybertron and all of its inhabitants were in for a rude awakening.

No, he didn't have dreams or the ambition to conquer the planet, perhaps the universe, he merely had the taste.

There was a flicker, then a flash, and Dweller found himself staring through a wormhole at the vast and beautiful Cybertron. A smirk crossed his absent face, freedom is a wish not so easily granted, but his freedom had been found. Someone had opened the gate from time and space to the present…he was going home to feast.


It was a silent scream, perhaps one of the most interesting kinds. One of the ones where the mouth opens, where pain, anguish, and fear all flash through the victim's optics and facial features. A distortion of wrinkled metallic flesh at the bridge of the nose, between the optics as they are ushered offline, the mouth closes and the jaw clenches tightly, simulating the victim as they try to grasp their fleeting, dying life. And then the optics gray into some foreseen yet forsaken oblivion of darkness, one that the Dweller does not care to find. Limp, cold, and lifeless now is the victim's body, but yet it is still so much stronger than his own.

And Dweller didn't hesitate; he immediately transfers his life and soul into the mech's dead and empty body that he has claimed. He doesn't know who the previous transformer was that staked a claim to this body, all he knew was that their life force was absolutely delicious. No it didn't satisfy his Unicron sized hunger, it merely tickled his taste buds. Only the entire population of Cybertron may satisfy him…perhaps Duke and Ur from way back in the day. He was so thirsty, and his feast had only begun.

In the distance there were voices, sweet, delectable, mouthwatering voices. There was also the sound of gunfire and explosions, but that did not deter his appetite. Looking down over his body, Dweller saw the Autobot insignia plastered on the chest. There had to be a stronger warrior that he could pick off from the battle, a body more worthy than the one he was in now. With tremendous, unrelenting speed, Dweller rushed forward to the battle. And when he got there, he wasn't disappointed. Right away he was given the opportunity to jump in on the battle. One of the Autobots was down and about to be shot at, and Dweller jumped in, deflected the shot, surprising the attacking Decepticon and shot at him, knocking him back long enough so the down Autobot could get back up.

"Thanks," the red, blue, and silver mech said when he was back on his feet and then resumed his attack on the Decepticon.

That voice, that body, so tantalizing so, scrumptious looking, his life force smelled absolutely appetizing…so luscious. And he was so familiar looking. And the more he smelled and saw of the strong, wonderful mech, the more his hunger flared. His fangs grew and he had to fight to keep from drooling. He tried to distract his hunger by watching the tantalizing mech's enemy…but that didn't help much either. He was just as appetizing looking; the dark aura that surrounded him made Dweller's taste buds itch even more for both of them…and they were so strong, if only he could combine their bodies into one.

The Autobot punched the Decepticon to the ground and the Decepticon lay there motionless, however, the Dweller could still smell his magnificent aroma, not the hideous smell of death. The Autobot looked to him with those yellow optics and Dweller's tanks lurched in longing for even the smallest taste of his life force. They were alone…

"I am Optimus Prime," the mech said turning to him.

Dweller felt butterflies swarm in his tanks…oh this was too perfect. No wonder he was so strong! This was the leader of the Autobots…and that Decepticon…oh was he doubly blessed? Could that Decepticon be Megatron? "Oh Unicron! These wonderful, wonderful desserts!"

"I must thank you for helping me out back there," Optimus continued, snapping Dweller from his thoughts. "I've never seen you before…what is your name?"

"I am Dweller; it is a pleasure to meet you Optimus," he said as he sauntered ever so slowly closer to the Autobot leader. Dweller was glad he had taken a body that was taller than Optimus, it would make things easier. He extended his hand, as if to shake Optimus' hand.

Optimus figured it was a formal greeting as he took Dweller's hand, but he regretted the moment his hand was captured within his. Dweller's grip tightened and firmed until Optimus thought his hand would be crushed. His hand was totally limp and he was powerless to remove it. Suddenly he was jerked forward, spun around, and then his back collided against the front of the mech. His hand was free, but he was in a headlock, pinned mercilessly by the mech behind him. Optimus' optics nervously shifted to his fallen enemy…he was still fallen.

"Oh Optimus," the Dweller breathed startling Optimus. It was as if he was caught up in some unknown euphoria, "You smell so good…"

"Oh no," was all that the Autobot leader could think. His CPU was spinning, he couldn't figure out what was going on, if he had stumbled upon a homosexual mech or what…but his smell…since when did he smell?

"May I have just a small taste?"

Optimus' optics widened and he lurched forward, trying in vain to get away from the mech, the monster that had him trapped but it was useless. Dweller's grip was far too strong.

"I simply cannot resist any longer…and I…I've been denied for far too long."

That was when Optimus felt the fangs on the exposed metallic skin of his neck. Everything made sense then and it was like a cold, bitter nightmare had settled down upon him.

Vampire.

His CPU didn't have time to remind him of all the legends as he felt the fangs painfully break through his synthetic flesh. He felt his energy slowly trickling out of his body, and he felt the poison injected into his circuits. The pain was so immense and Dweller was distracted…Optimus flipped the vampire over his shoulder, freeing himself from almost certain death. Optimus quickly took out his gun and aimed it at Dweller's spark chamber, "You're not an Autobot."

Dweller chuckled wickedly, "And you're not alive anymore."

Optimus tried to ignore the stinging, fiery pain that was crawling through his circuits and nerves like a disease would. It was crippling, his arm began to shake and slowly he sank down to one knee. He was blinded, his audio receptors were ringing, slowly his arm fell limp as he buried his face in his hands, his weapon clattered on the ground beside him…he was dying, he could feel the curse of death pumping through his spark and circuits.

Dweller got up from the ground, still chuckling lowly and sinisterly. He wandered towards the Autobot leader again, determined to finish his meal when suddenly there was an explosion in front of him, throwing both he and Optimus backwards. However, when Optimus hit the ground hard, he didn't bother to get up.

"I'll thank you for weakening him, but he is mine to kill."

Dweller recognized his voice almost immediately, "You haven't changed at all Megatron. And he's already dead."

"Then I'll kill you instead."

"I think not, you robbed me of my meal, and since you smell equally as good as Optimus does, you're fit to replace him."

"…W-What?"

Dweller laughed evilly as he tackled Megatron, easily pinning him to the ground with his crushing weight. Megatron was startled, he could hardly move. He looked at Dweller, trying to figure out where his unseen strength was coming from. Dweller smiled darkly and Megatron's mouth fell open when he saw the size of the mech's fangs.

His Unicron sized hunger…

"Vampire," Megatron breathed absolutely stunned…but everything made sense now. "No, no, no, no, NO!" the Decepticon leader yelled, trying desperately to push the fiend off of him, "You can finish off Optimus, get off of me!"

"I like it when my victims beg for their life," he chuckled.

His tantalizing feast of sparks…

In his right mind, Megatron wasn't about to beg. He struggled and squirmed, trying to free himself from the monstrosity that had him imprisoned against the cold metal earth of Cybertron.

"Stop struggling," Dweller commanded as he pressed his fangs against Megatron's neck, "I merely want a taste of your power."

Megatron's optics widened as far as they possibly could when he felt Dweller's teeth sink into his neck. Fire and ice flowed into his circuits like a liquid poison; he was consumed in pain and loss of energy. Fear pumped through him and gave him the hidden strength to shove the monster off of him and get back up to his feet. He ignored the flames burning behind his optics and through his circuits as he quickly thought back on the legends of Cybertron…on how to kill a vampire. A piece of silver impaled through the spark.

But he didn't have any silver.

He had to work quickly, before the pain outright consumed him and Dweller was able to finish both him and Optimus off. Growling, he used his electric field to create a sword, which with one foul swoop, he decapitated the vampire. Opening a dimension gate, he threw the vampire and his head through the gate, banishing him to a far region of space.

Megatron watched at the gate closed and then quickly he opened up another, but this time he walked through it and directly into his quarters where he collapsed on his recharge berth, allowing the dreaded pain of death consume him.

There was nothing else he could do.

3 days later…

Optimus awoke feeling extremely groggy, but at least the pain was gone. It was as if it all had been an extremely bad nightmare. He kept his optics offline, not ready to get up yet. Wherever he was it was extremely comfortable and it smelled absolutely wonderful…like the sweet fragrance of blood.

Wait…

Optimus immediately willed his optics to come online…it couldn't be…no it just simply couldn't. Everything was normal; apparently the Autobots had found him injured on the battlefield because he was lying on a recharge berth in the med bay. He tried to sit up but only failed, looking himself over, he noticed that he was lying on a recharge berth in the med bay…restrained to the berth.

The Autobot leader struggled to get free; the smell of the oil in the room was driving his senses mad. He couldn't break free from the restrains and he growled, looking to the wall at his left…only to gasp in horror. He didn't have a reflection.

"Oh no…"

His tongue flew around in his mouth as he tried to maintain his sanity. Fangs, long, venomous, sharp, animal-like fangs that slightly protruded his mouth even when he closed it. No, it hadn't been a bad dream, it was all true, and he had woken up into a real life nightmare.

His bottom lip quivered and optical cleanser rushed into his optics…this was not how he wanted to end up, this was a curse, what had he done to deserve this? He was turned into a person who lusted for blood to satisfy his hunger, he was turned into a murderer. "Oh Primus why?!"

"Red Alert!" he screamed as loud as his vocal processor would allow him to, "RED ALERT!"

The medic came rushing in and immediately went to his leader's bedside, "Optimus…what's wrong?" Red Alert watched as Optimus' optics suddenly narrowed into terrifying slits and his fangs slightly grew.

"I'm thirsty," he spat, his voice a menacing growl.

"Sir…I'm trying to find a cure—

"Let me go!" he screamed, hissing like a frightened cat. He fought against the restraints…and he was beginning to win. Optimus could feel them loosening, "Red Alert I'm thirsty and you smell really good right now."

Red Alert knew the restraints weren't going to hold his demonized leader for long, "Sir, you've got to fight this. You still have the Autobots to lead; you still have to save the entire universe from the black hole…Optimus!"

"Just a small taste…I'll die if you don't feed me…I'll die damn it!"

"Alright!" said Red Alert, giving in. He got up and went over to a freezer where he pulled out a blood bag that was full.

Optimus had just broken his arms free from the restraints and Red Alert gave it to him. The Autobot leader drank it greedily, his optics becoming full again as the bag of blood emptied into his mouth. When it was gone, he looked to Red Alert, his sanity retained and sadness, pain, and suffering in his optics. "I can't stay here," he whispered, "I can't risk it…not until I am able to control myself."

"But sir…we need you now." The medic gazed into the Autobot leader's optics wishing there was something he could do to change his leader's mind. But his familiar golden optics were no longer their shimmering gold, they were red, the same shade of humanoid blood.

"Tell Jetfire that I am leaving him in charge, I have to go until I can control my thirst, I can't risk putting you and the rest of the Autobots in danger. This is my curse and I won't forgive myself if I give it to you too."

"How long will you be gone sir?"

"I don't know, but I will be back…someday…and hopefully very soon."

"Where are you going to go?"

"I don't want you to know that. I don't want anyone to find me and risk being bit by me. I have to go," Optimus said as he freed himself from the restraints. He ran out of the room and down the hallway towards the warping dock. And he didn't stop until he was long gone, warped far, far away from Cybertron to a different planet.

Earth.


It didn't at all register in Megatron's systems that he had been asleep for three days when he finally woke up. He only noticed that he was very, very, very well rested and that he was extremely…thirsty. And he was so thirsty, his tanks and systems hurt. Sighing heavily, he got up from his recharge berth and got himself an energon cube and took a swig only to gag and spit it back out…it tasted so awful.

And then he caught the faint aroma of something that smelled wonderful, something that appealed directly to his…tastes. He sauntered over to the door, but as he walked by the mirror in his room he noticed something. Taking a few steps back he looked at the mirror only to see that there was no reflection coming back. Instinctively he lifted a hand to his mouth only to feel deadly sharp fang tips protruding from his mouth. He ran his tongue over the fangs only to realize they were inhumanly long…and he was still very thirsty.

And the aroma leaking from the door distracted him as he walked over to it. When he reached the door, he offlined his optics and smelled the air, smiling evilly as he did so. His fangs tingled in his mouth and when he brought his optics back online, they were narrow slights…he was so thirsty.

The door hissed open at his eager command and he saw his medical drone standing there. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he grabbed the poor mech by the throat and pulled him into the room. Megatron ruthlessly pinned him against the wall, scaring the startled mech. "S-Sir?" the trembling drone stammered, "What's g-going on? Why is your body so cold? And why are your optics so…red?"

"Why are you so mouthwatering?" was Megatron's reply as he sunk his fangs into the helpless drone's neck.

The medical drone was too surprised to put up a fight as his life force was stolen from him and drunken by the Decepticon leader. Megatron chuckled darkly as he felt the drone's body go limp beneath him and his optics turned gray. Eventually there wasn't anymore to drink, every last drop of the drone's oil was gone and he was as dead as dead could be.

Megatron kicked his lifeless body aside as his optics returned to normal, and that was when his CPU went into panic mode. What had he done? He clasped a hand to his neck only to feel the scars of his own fall into a nightmare. He drew his hand back as if he had been burned and he offlined his optics, crinkling the bridge of his nose. Sure he wanted power, but he didn't want to be cursed for his power.

And he knew he couldn't risk harming his men now, spreading this disease to them. He hated to admit it, but what kind of Decepticon leader would he be if he drank the oil of all his men, leaving him defenseless and without an army? Megatron growled lowly…he had no choice but to leave Cybertron until he managed to control his curse. With a growl trapped in his throat, he tuned his comlink to Starscream's channel.

"Megatron to Starscream."

"Yes sir?"

"I'm leaving you in charge of the Decepticons temporarily."

"S-Sir? What is going on?"

"I'm leaving…it's hard to explain…but I need time to myself for a little while."

"Megatron you've been out of commission for three days, what's going on?"

"I…you won't believe me if I told you."

"Try me sir."

Megatron sighed heavily, "I was…bit by a…vampire. All the proof you need is in my quarters. I have to go now, before I jeopardize the Decepticons."

"The others will not believe me…and how long are you going to be gone?"

"You'll have to convince them and I don't know, but it'll probably be awhile. I'm counting on you Starscream."

"Yes sir…I won't let you down."

"You better not." And he ended the transmission. Immediately he opened a dimension gate, figuring he would go to Earth and try to isolate himself from his own race until he could cope with his curse. He only hoped it wouldn't drive him mad.

And so, he stepped through the dimension gate, banishing himself to the mud ball planet that he hated until he could control his thirst. Unbeknownst to him though, he banished himself to the same place Optimus had decided to go. It was a well populated town…and there was even a liberal arts college there for humans.

Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.


I hope you guys enjoyed this chappie! But there are a few things I need to confess. I am absolutely retarded when it comes to vampires, Mrs. Optimus Prime is a walking encyclopedia when it comes to that topic. Furthermore, this chapter may not be entirely error free...half way through reading this chapter I was scared senseless by a red laser light shining through my bedroom window. I thought it was one of those guns at first with the red laser thingy attached to it, but after I heard whistling and I got the guts to open my window, it turned out to be the guy who has the hots for me at the moment...let's just say I'm glad I have a dog. xD Please review!