Featuring Vampire Prowl and normal Jazz, there's really nothing to be worried about here. Confused about anything? Ask, and I'll try my best to answer! The second part to this will come within the next few days if I remember about it...
Enjoy!
Prowl sat against his favorite chair leisurely, masterfully hiding from the other how worried he was. Visor down and dim, Jazz stared at him. Jazz had found out his secret and was now questioning him about it. Prowl's sharp optics could see the minute trembles in Jazz's limbs and could smell the fear radiating from the too-pure spark in front of him. The fear, for once, wasn't a pleasant scent to him.
Jazz's fear hadn't had a good taste or smell for a long while now. The vampire's doorwings twitched downward once, showing his displeasure although he was certain the Polyhexian before him couldn't tell what he was displeased about.
He watched Jazz gulp and followed the slight movement with his optics as he licked his lips slightly.
"Why'd ya get close ta me?" finally asked Jazz in a trembling voice.
Prowl took in a soft breath at Jazz's question, answering slowly to see the mech's reaction, "I see something in you that intrigues me, something that I find myself and many others lacking in-joy, hope. I crave that for myself and find myself attracted to it."
"There's plenty'a other mechs 'round wit' joy and hope," Jazz pointed out hesitantly.
"Be that as it may," countered Prowl, "you attracted me the most. I merely felt curiosity about you at first, but you intrigued me terribly." The Praxian vampire quirked a tiny smile.
Jazz's mind latched onto the words "at first" and he questioned Prowl about it.
Prowl looked down, almost appearing shy as he answered, taking the chance to confess his feelings, "I no longer feel mere curiosity about you. My feelings for you have grown to unimaginable heights of passion and love in my accursed spark. I feel for you as I have felt for no other in my entire lifetime. Jazz... The only thing that's stopped me from taking you as my Empress is the fact that you are not a vampire. Otherwise my coven would welcome you completely and utterly." The Praxian waited with bated breath as Jazz took in the information he'd been told.
Jazz, for his part, was astonished as he digested the information freely given to him by the vampire. Prowl wanted him to be his Empress? Him, a tiny and poor Polyhexian, as the head breeder of the Praxian vampire coven? His breath caught in his throat as he realized that all the stories Prowl had told him we're actually true. The Praxian had told him about the "world" he had created on the basis of vampires, and it was all true!
In that way, Jazz had indirectly learned about the main society Prowl lived in. Prowl was apparently the Praxian vampire coven Emperor. It made sense since Prowl had quite often stated that he enjoyed imagining himself in the position of Emperor, but why would the Praxian teach him those things? Jazz remembered all the times at night that he had been curled up on Prowl's lap and asked Prowl to repeat stories. He'd absorbed the knowledge like a sparkling with energon or a crystal with minerals. The vampire had freely told him the stories, knowing that someday Jazz might discover the truth behind the tales.
And now Jazz had discovered the truth, but he wasn't sure how to react to that truth or to the nature of Prowl's feelings for him.
"All those stories are real," muttered the Polyhexian thoughtfully.
"Hmm?"
"They're real," repeated Jazz louder, gazing up at the vampire fearfully.
"What are real?" asked the Praxian, having an idea of what Jazz meant.
"The stories... The ones you told me. They're all real," Jazz repeated as if in a daze.
Prowl chuckled softly, picking up more on Jazz's unease and trying to sooth the other, "Yes, they are. You have expressed a desire to meet my coven several times, Jazz. Would you like the opportunity to do so now that you know about my secret?"
Jazz unfroze at the words, jerking back in his seat because of the offer. "They-they wouldn't hurt me?" he asked warily.
"Absolutely not," Prowl stated firmly, "They will not harm you if I tell them not to."
Jazz leaned back further in the chair he sat in, wondering at the loyalty of Prowl's coven. Did they follow Prowl's every word? How did Prowl react when around his coven? Was the Prowl he knew the coven Emperor Prowl?
Most importantly, did Jazz even care? The being sitting so coldly before him was Prowl, the mech that had courted him, pleased him many times in the berth, and cared for him-the real him.
He took in a slow, trembling breath before releasing it in a calming exvent as he gave a slight smile, "I guess I could meet them. They're very important to you, right?"
"Indeed," chuckled Prowl softly, "They are my family, and I greatly desire you to meet them."
It was now Jazz's turn to chuckle as he said, "Can we go now, then? I do have off for the next two days, you know." His audial fins wiggled as he smiled.
Prowl perked up, his doorwings finally wiggling in excitement. "Would you like to walk, or would you like to travel how I travel?"
"How do you travel?" ask Jazz with a tilted helm.
"Through the shadows," answered Prowl as if it were entirely normal. At Jazz's confused look, he elaborated, "Because our sparks lack a piece of itself, we can meld into the shadows, using the shadows to fill that void, and exchanging those shadows for others in order to move around in them."
"Sounds complicated."
"It is not easily explainable."
Jazz stood up, grabbing Prowl's servo quickly. "Well," he smiled nervously, "what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Standing, Prowl offered a small smile of his own, making Jazz's spark flutter in its casing. Prowl wrapped his arms around the smaller mech. Softly muffled chanting echoed in Jazz's audio as darkness encased him.
The world appeared distorted for him, causing him to clutch more to Prowl. Only a few moments later, they arrived at a somewhat rundown warehouse, causing Jazz some confusion.
"You and your family live here?" he asked.
Prowl gave a real laugh at that, sensing Jazz's heavy confusion. "The inside is better, believe me. I will have only the best for my coven... and Empress. Now, come and meet my family!" ordered Prowl, sounding somewhat excited as he held Jazz's servo.
Blushing, Jazz exclaimed, "I'm coming; I'm coming!"
