So...kinda have made a mistake some years back (2015-ish to 2018) by losing the old account that was owned. So, years later, I am back with the vampire Bagginshield story! Naturally, some things will be different in this, but hopefully it will be just as good! You can kill me later, and I do apologies for this, but I tried getting back into the old account, and couldn't because the email no longer exists...but, onto the rewrite/continuation of that story! :3
Summary: Bilbo has a dark secret that he does not want the company to know about. He is willing to do whatever it takes to keep this secret from them, but when one of his 'Brothers' comes to him with a summons from their 'Mother', he has no choice to comply; whether he wishes to bring the company with him or not.
Warnings: Blood, gore, bxb, smut in later chapters. Be warned, and if you don't like, then don't read! Those who have some interest, welcome.
Ships: Bagginshield (others might pop up within the story as well) Maybe use one of the ocs to be with one of the dwarves
Bilbo'sP.O.V.
I suppose I didn't know what I was expecting my life to turn to in this Second Age when 13 dwarves appeared on my doorstep of my 'home' within the Shire. I was most certainly not expecting that they would be hiring me to help them steal back their homeland. But alas, here I was, having signed their contract as a burgler, and now traveling east with them toward the Lonely Mountain.
I mainly tried to keep my distance from them for the most part. Yes, I would have conversations with them as we traveled so that they wouldn't seem to suspect anything of me, as I had been taught, but that was it. I didn't want to get attached to such beings...especially since I assumed I decided to join them in order to pass the time.
One thing I had noticed while traveling with them for the past few weeks, however, was that Thorin Oakenshield did not seem to like me AT ALL! None of them really do...they whisper about me, saying how weak I am and that I can't defend myself out here in the wild; they don't really notice how good my hearing is when they speak about me in the night or while we are traveling. Thorin doesn't actually join in on such whispers, but I could always feel my stomach sink as I know that he thinks the same thing as the rest of them do.
"Master Baggins, pick up the pace so that we may get somewhere by nightfall!" Thorin yells back at me from the front of the group, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, yes, terribly sorry!" I call back, trying to urge my pony, but it seemed really skittish by me. 'I still have that scent on me...after all this time. Will it ever go away...?' I wonder bitterly as I absently reached my hand over where my heart was. Yet it didn't beat, no sound of it reached my ears. It hadn't in so long...and nor would it ever again...
"Bilbo? Are you alright?"
I jump slightly at Bofur's voice as he moves his pony close to mine, a worried expression on his tired face as he looks at me. Flashing him my best winning smile, I nod. "Quite alright, Bofur. I was just lost in thought." I explain as I finally manage to get the mare moving along to follow the rest of the company, striking up a simple conversation with the dwarf riding beside me until we reached a point to rest for the night. All the while, I felt a burning in my throat that grew in intensity the longer I fought back against the need.
Setting up my roll out to the side as the Dwarves set up camp and made some soup, I was having to bite back groans of pain as my throat felt like it was on fire at this point. I needed to quench my thirst, and soon. Otherwise, the worst can happen if I am not careful...
"Bilbo, do you want any?" Balin asks me, offering me a bowl of the steaming soup that Bombur made. To someone other than myself, it would have smelled amazing after a long day of traveling; and it would no doubt taste just as good. However, it had a different affect on me...
"No thank you, Balin. I'm...not hungry..." I offered lamely, knowing it to be true. Fili and Kili glanced up at me from their spot on a nearby log, worry seemingly on their young faces.
"But Bilbo, you need to eat something." Kili stated, his elder brother nodding in agreement.
"I'm fine, Kili. Honestly." I offered, trying for a smile despite the fiery pain in my throat as I felt so thirsty.
"Come on, Master Baggins, just eat a little." Fili offers, nodding his head to the stew.
"I. Said. I. Am. Fine." I growled lowly through gritted teeth, getting to my feet. Without a backwards glance, I marched through the trees away from the camp site, knowing I had to get away before I did something I would regret...before I hurt one of them...
Trudging through the woods until the scent of dwarves disappeared from my nose, I slowed and allowed my instincts to take over. Everything around me became sharper - the sound of the whistling wind high at the tops of the trees where birds had their nests, the sound of running water some 3 miles to the south, the scent of wolf towards the north some five miles. It was an old wolf, left alone as its leg was slightly dragging. The perfect prey for a predator's rusty skills.
Rushing swiftly through the trees toward my prey, I wondered why I wanted this to end? The thrill, the feeling of being alive in the hunt?
It wasn't until I had caught and devoured my prey that I remembered: this was not living. This was a curse, a torturing hell that I longed to be released from.
To join my family and those I loved and cared for years past.
To remain dead and to stay dead...
To no longer be this creature of blood and death upon this land...
To no longer be...a vampire...
-Hey...so, here's chapter one. I will do my best to work on this as best I can, but college is a thing, and I do have a job now...I hope you enjoyed, and I will try to not let this one die! :3