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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

Summary: A newly turned vampire, Prompto struggles to find meaningfulness. As Lucis' vampiric clans clash, Prompto must choose a side in the war. Will he come out alive, uncover the truth of his existence, the identity of his mysterious sire? Or will he let fear overcome him?

Chapter One

The library had closed.

Unlike his classmates, Prompto had remained behind. He tided and talked, with the elderly librarian. He had noticed the time ticking away, inching towards midnight and thirty more minutes was left on the clock.

And so, Prompto said goodbye. He cheerfully waved, just before leaving. He trudged towards the exit, textbooks and backpack weighing him down. It was heavy, body aching severely and especially his back. It was a common occurrence, the tense and tender muscles whenever finals began.

XOXO

It was dark.

In the distance, Prompto heard footsteps. It echoed loudly, resonating riveting reverberating rhythms. He saw silhouettes, someone sauntering steadily towards him. He thought that they were another student studying late, until he saw that they weren't carrying a backpack or books with them.

Without delay, Hide fell over. He harshly landed on the concrete, his vision blurred and bedimmed. He hopelessly scrambled backwards, though he had nowhere to run. He helplessly sniveled and sobbed, letting fate decide what will become of him. He hadn't any other choice or option, overcome with fear from the lingering threat of the unknown.

"W-Who are you?" Prompto stuttered, looking up, but staring into two pair of crimson eyes, which were luminescent in the shadows. "W-What do you want from me?"

"That doesn't matter, not even who I am matters right now," the stranger smirked, kneeling down, taking Prompto's trembling chin into his cold grasp, just before kissing Prompto on the lips. "You'll figure those things out in time. It might take a while for you to understand, but you'll have all the time in the world to do so."

"S-Stop …"

"Your only concern should be to survive right now."

"P-Please …"

"I think you will just fine, though. Because I don't make mistakes."

"Ahhh!"

XOXO

He was bitten.

Of course, Prompto struggled and squirmed. He tried escaping, but soon he didn't want to anymore. He held onto the mysterious man, his voice coming out in low moans as fangs sank deeper and deeper into his neck. He was being drained of life, the very substance his heart produced and pumped in order to keep him alive. He could feel the cold grip of death, though he was cheating death in some shape or form.

Then, Prompto tasted something bitter. It took seed within him, altering who he was. He was changing considerably, significantly biologically and emotionally. He saw the world in a different light now, through enlightened eyes capable of seeing the darkness and dangers lurking among humans. He was horrifyingly overwhelmed, completely unsure of how to process this startling revelation.

"I suspected you'd have sweet blood," his sire snickered, stroking Prompto's golden locks, soothing Prompto. "And I think I know what vampiric clan you've taken to as well."

"A-Am I dying?" Prompto sobbed, clutching his heart, that was slowing every passing minute. "I-I'm so scared …"

"There's no need to be frightened. You're just shedding your humanity."

"I-It hurts …"

"I'll hold you as long as I can. This isn't how I wanted to bring you into our world as your sire, but I know your presence is long overdue among Lucis' coven."

"C-Coven …"

"You'll meet them soon enough. And you'll charm your way into their hearts for me."

"Wait …"

"Rest."

XOXO

A few raindrops rolled across his cheeks.

Instantly, Prompto's eyes fluttered open. His sire was gone, replaced by vampires from the coven mentioned before standing above him. He was yanked onto his feet, thrown into the backseat of a luxurious car. He heard the car door slam shut behind him, the engine sputtering and screeching of wheels as he began being driven away. He knew trying to escape would be futile, not the smartest or safest decision to make around vampires much older than him.

So, Prompto hid himself in the corner. He longed for his sire, even though the mysterious man cruelly welcomed him into the vampiric world. He looked into the rearview mirror, his features more prominent and pretty. He was beautiful before, but now he radiated more than ever. He was an otherworldly beauty, an angel of death among humans who would weaken at the mere sight of him and willingly fall prey to him.

"My name is Gladio. I'm from the Bellator clan. If I had to guess, I would take you for one of those Pulchra vampires," Gladio scoffed, staring Prompto up and down, his eyebrows knitting together. "That's just what we needed, another one of you pretty boy motherfuckers. The only thing your lot is good at is looking pretty."

"W-What?" Prompto sniffled, his voice wavering, though carrying a melodic effect. "D-Does a vampire's clan really matter?"

"Of course, it does!"

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know -"

"You don't know anything, do you?! Do you even know who your sire is, newbie?"

"I never got their name. H-He never told me."

"You came at a really bad time, newbie. There's a lot of political instability going on. We're also forbidden from siring vampires. That means your sire broke the rule by turning you and we're going to hunt him down."

"But -"

"Attached to your sire already, huh? You really are a Pulchra vampire."

"He's -"

"I'm warning you, newbie. Your sire will die for turning you. He'll be made an example of, so you better just let him go right now because he's probably on the run and forgotten all about you."

"No-"

"Come on, newbie. You were probably turned during sex or a feeding frenzy, like most vampires sired without permission are. If your sire had gotten permission to turn you, then you wouldn't be in this situation right now. I doubt a vampire would break our draconian laws just because they thought you would serve a purpose in our society."

XOXO

A stoic vampire of importance stood up to question him.

So, Prompto was forced to kneel before him. He was pushed down onto his knees, with Gladio's fingers tangled in his blond locks. He stared at the marble floor of the Citadel, his eyes full of tears. He hadn't been turned on accident, not when his sire voiced plans for him during their brief encounter. He wasn't a mistake, but a tool for his sire who wanted to weaponize his clan's powers.

Therefore, Prompto steeled himself. He wanted to survive, though that would prove challenging without his sire present. He won't give up, especially because he was chosen for this path. He can't be free, if he doesn't fulfill his purpose. It was a task of unimaginable risks, to infiltrate the vampiric society of Lucis. It still seemed like a task a vampire like him could only accomplish successfully, a vampire from the clan Pulchra who were known to be quite charming.

"From the looks of you, I would guess you're a Pulchra. I'm sure you're aware by now that siring other vampires is forbidden. A sire like yours is a menace among our fragile society. He will be swiftly taken care of," the brunet sighed, pushing his eyeglasses up, just before introducing himself. "I am Ignis Scientia. My clan is Versutus, the current ruling clan of Lucis."

"Are you going to kill me?" Prompto asked, raising his head, piercing Ignis' emerald green eyes. "Are you going to kill me, like my sire?"

"N-No, I won't give you the same fate as your sire. That would be … unsympathetic and create more problems than I need."

"What will become of me, then?"

"You will stay at the Citadel and learn about our society, until I discover the identity of your sire."

"That will do."

"I'm pleased you are reasonable. I have no doubt you will fit just fine into our world."

XOXO

A beautiful woman greeted him, with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

She smiled and held his hand, guiding him towards the royal parlor. It was an extravagant room, where even more gorgeous vampires from his clan were lazily lounging. He was met with curious stares, just before being welcomed by them. He could tell that they were sincere, but he didn't know how. His clan's powers were working without him knowing, to sense emotions they felt.

He was given a glass of blood, by a fellow Pulchra vampire. He was horrified of drinking blood, though he was hungry and in pain. He slowly sipped the crimson liquid, thoroughly enjoying his first taste of blood as a vampire. He wiped the corners of his lips, letting his fellow Pulchra vampires pour more blood into the golden goblet. He was soon well fed, promised to be taught how to hunt next night as well.

"My name is Aranea, leader of clan Pulchra. You'll be in our care from now on," Aranea chuckled, stroking Prompto's cheek. "I hope you feel welcomed, my dear."

"T-Thank you," Prompto croaked, still leaning into Aranea's touch. "You all are so nice."

"Of course, darling. We take care of our own."

"Then I'm in good hands."

"You are, Prompto."

"I see such beauty in each and every one of you."

"Your beauty will be celebrated, too. It's not every night we get such a promising, young recruit."

"I feel honored."

"You have so much potential. You're a great addition to the clan Pulchra. You'll do our clan proud."

A/N: What do you think? Leave me your thoughts.