Author's note:
This started out as me just playing around with a particularly good prompt over at AL:VH Kink Meme. It then proceded to get vastly out of hand, to the point where I decided it needed somewhere to live. I don't claim to be much of a writer, I'm much better at drawing, but I figured I might as well share. It can't hurt. Please comment, I like feedback!

Henry walked from the dark alley where his last meal lay dead at a quick pace, trying not to look rushed but continuing to put as much distance between himself and the scene as possible. The man was an angry drunk who had been trying to pick a fight with everyone in the bar before he made his way to Henry. Henry hadn't eaten in a week and was more than willing to follow him out of the bar to settle their dispute. Now he regretted it. Without the thirst gnawing at him his mind was too likely to drift onto subjects that he didn't want to dwell on. Abraham was gone, had been for months. He shouldn't be so upset by it, how many friends had he last over the years? Too many to make him ache like this anymore. Abraham's mission was finished, someone who had fought that hard for that long deserved to rest.
He started wandering the street aimlessly, well, not really aimless. He was trying to get himself lost but if pressed he would have to say he knew where he was going to end up. When he got there so many emotions began to well up in him, sadness, anger, desire, despair, that he thought he was going to be sick. He sat down in the snow and closed his eyes. His limbs hung, tired and stiff. It was cold, and he thought briefly that he should find a coat, even if the cold didn't bother him someone might spot him and approach out of concern or suspicion, but he could not bring himself to move.
He let his eyes wander over the wilted flowers, letters, and photos. So many people had been here. Though most of the trinkets had been faded by the sun and covered by the snow many had been added recently and a small bright flag stood defiantly against the rapidly darkening surroundings.
He had no idea how long he'd sat there when the sound of someone approaching from the east roused him. He stood and shook the snow from his hair, finding an inordinate amount of stiffness in his limbs as he stretched them. Perhaps it was colder than he initially thought?
He peered into the inky black night for the source of the sound, but whoever it was didn't want to be seen. Likely it was another vampire, a good enough reason to move on. The country was emptying of his kind quickly, but those that remained were bent on watching it burn.
He turned and began walking quickly from the memorial, eyes scanning the grounds around him nervously. He was nearing the gate, when he turned a corner and was struck hard in the chest. The force was enough to send him flying, he landed hard and skidded through the snow a good distance before coming to a stop, lying on his back, staring up at the blank sky, bewildered. Before he could stand to face his attacker a hand grabbed him by his collar and hoisted him roughly into the air. He reached out wildly with clawed hands, his feet swinging through the air. A fist colided hard with his face and he felt the bones in his jaw break. He managed to slice the other vampire across his neck and was dropped. He scrambled back quickly and staggered to his feet, assessing the situations. Two more vampires had appeared and the three of them surrounded him. The vampire that had attacked him first was clutching his neck and his shirt was covered in blood, but he was still standing, he hadn't wounded him as badly as he thought. Henry was in much worse shape. His jaw hung loosly and he could taste the blood. His joints hurt with every movement and a burning sensation was spreadding under his skin, as if he was being stuck by needles. The other vampires began approaching and he spun around to face them. One was unfamilyar to him, he was an older man but he still stood tall and Henry knew better than to underestimate one of his kind based on appearance. The other he recognized, and he froze for a second from surprise. The drunk from the alley gave him a toothy smile. The second vampire took advantage of his surprise and rushed him. He saw him in time to brace himself, but was still nocked off his feet. He lept out of the way as a fist smashed into the frozen ground where he had just been lying, but his legs failed him as he landed and he scrambled for purchase on the icy snow covered ground. The vampires were on him in an instant. They hoisted him up to his toes by his arms and his last meal began laying into him, hard. He felt his ribs crack. The burning feeling increased, like needles forcing their way through his veins. The edges of his vision were beginning to blur when another familiar face appeared, walking toward them calmly. Adam nodded to the other vampires and they dropped him unceremoniously.
He lay in a heap in the snow staring up into Adam's face, in too much pain to move. Adam reached down to gently stroke his face with the back of his hand.
"Oh Henry" his expression was remorseful, Henry couldn't tell if he was mocking him.
"You've been gone too long. You were supposed to be at my side, one of my proudest creations, why didn't you come back?"
He continued "I could never hurt you, you're like a son to me" Henry would have laughed if broken ribs weren't preventing him from drawing a breath.
He sat down on a gravestone looking thoughtful. "You may have betrayed us, but I am proud of you, not for what you did, but for the conviction with which you did it."
"You had to know how severe the repercussions would be." Adam was smiling now "You can't tell me you didn't think we would come for you, or that you could run from us, not after what you did, and yet you never left their side. That kind of commitment over fear, is admirable"
"But actions have consequences, and I can't afford for you not to learn your lesson."
Adam stood, his long coat stirring the fresh snow. Henry writhed on the ground. "Oh yes, I should explain" he waved over the vampire that Henry would have sworn was human only a few hours ago. "Our friend here has been taking silver nitrate for the last few weeks, we resuscitated him just after you left. There wasn't enough of it in his blood to kill you, but I suspect you won't enjoy the experience". His smile was venomous and Henry wanted to rip it off his face.
With that Adam motioned to the other vampires who scooped him up, carried him over to a carriage and dumped him in the back.
Henry couldn't see anything besides the walls of the carriage, but that didn't matter since he was barely aware of his surroundings beyond the haze of fever. Every bump in the road sent spikes of pain through his body and set off sparks behind his eyes. At some point it became too much and he passed out, he wasn't sure when but it wasn't nearly soon enough. He dreamed terrible fever dreams of running, trying to save someone, any of the many lives he'd let touch him over the years after much protest, only to lose them in the end, running and always arriving too late