Chapter 11: Rettung
These vampires were corpses, who went out of their graves at night to suck the blood of the living, either at their throats or stomachs, after which they returned to their cemeteries. The persons so sucked waned, grew pale, and fell into consumption; while the sucking corpses grew fat, got rosy, and enjoyed an excellent appetite. It was in Poland, Hungary, Silesia, Moravia, Austria, and Lorraine, that the dead made this good cheer. -Voltaire, Philosophical Dictionary

(Author note: the best part about playing God of War2 is ripping a guy's arm off and decapitatig him with said arm that's still holding a weapon :3)

"Where's Bumblebee?!" Prowl stared at the seeker with wide optics.

"H-he should be doing his patrols in the Northeast area of Detroit. Why? What's wrong?" Starscream narrowed his optics.

"Call him."

"What-"

"CALL HIM!" Prowl just stared at him, confused at his sudden behavior. Blitzwing, along with Optimus, walked into the room. The triple-changer went and stood beside the seeker, wrapping an arm around his shoulders

"What seems to be the problem?" The Autobot leader asked. Starscream kept staring at the ninja.

"Please...call him."

"Do as he says, Prowl. We can never be too careful." Prowl tried to tap into the yellow bot's comunicator, receiving only static.

"Odd..." Prowl commented. "He usually answers after the first ring..." Before Prowl could try calling again, the seeker ran out of the building and flew off. Optimus narrowed his optics.

"Prowl, you and Blitzwing follow Starscream while I wake the others." They did as were told and transformed before heading out. Optimus ran down the hallway towards the medic's chamber.

'If what Blitzwing told me was true, we may not have much time'

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"P-please...let me go!" Bumblebe whimpered in fear as angled, violet optics stared at him from the darkness. He pulled at the chains holding him from the ceiling, trying to pull them off in vain. A dark chuckle was heard fromt the mysterious bot in the shadows.

"Little Bee, you shouldn't struggle so much... You might hurt yourself." The yellow bot cried out in pain as the shackles cut his wrists. Blood flowed down from the would, and the violet optics began to get a small shade of red. Bumblebee's optics widened.

"You... You're like Blitzwing, aren't you?" The mech stepped into the dim lighting, optics still glowing a mixture of red and purple.

"Blitzwing? You mean the traitor that left with that little slut?" He smiled, showing off his long fangs. Bumblebee shuddered.

"Megatron will be pleased to know where his little seer went..." He leaned in closer to the yellow bot, who tried to move as far away from the vampire as possible.

"As for you... Can't have you go around telling your friends now, can I?" He tilted the smaller mech's chin up.

"Who...who are you?"

"The name's Swindle... I'm what you might call a galactic arms dealer...well, I used to be until Megatron turned me... Not so bad, if you don't count bloodlust... I still do the old business once in a while, but my creator's got his hands full right now, and I need somebody to do my bidding, and you, my dear, are just the right little bot to do it..." Bumblebee glared at Swindle, who seemed unfazed.

"I'll never work for you!" He hissed. The arms dealer tilted his head roughly.

"Too bad for you, little one, but you don't really have a choice in the matter..."

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"Vhat can you remember from your vision?" Starscream closed his optics, remembering everything that took place.

"I... I was in a parking garage... It seemed like it was abandoned for some time..." Prowl looked at his map of the city as Optimus scanned the area for any sign of Bumblebee.

"So... you're saying you can see the future through dreams? That's pretty cool..." Starscream raised an optic ridge at Bulkhead's statement, but laughed quietly.

"Yeah... I guess it is kinda...cool..." The ninja bot spoke up.

"Well Starscream, your description narrows it down to two possible places... any more clues that can help us? Maybe something you saw outside or..." The seeker closed his optics again, remembering the garage's coldness and the sound of running water as the breeze blew past him...

"There's a river close by it..." Scanning his map again, Prowl seemed to have found a promising location.

"There's a condemned parking garage a few blocks down..." Without hesitation, the team headed over to the building.

"Bumblebee!? Bumblebee, where are you?" The seeker called out, running ahead of the team. Blitzwing quickly sniffed the air, curling his lips into a snarl. Optimus stared at his reaction.

"What is it, Blitzwing?

"I smell vampire... Vone vas here a vhile ago... I can also smell blood... fresh..." A frightened scream was heard, and the triplechanger almost pushed the others back as he made his way towards the seeker with remarkable speed. As he rounded the corner, he almost froze.

The seeker currently held an unconscious Bumblebee in his arms. The small mech was drenched in his own blood. Blitzwing kneeled next to Starscream, tilting the young bot's head. His optics widened at finding two holes in Bumblebee's neck.. Without hesitation, he took the yellow bot out of the seeker's hands. The rest of the team arrived, as shocked and apalled at the seeker was. It took all of Blitzwing's personalities to keep them back.

"Vatch out. He's turning..."Icy turned to the medic.

"Ratchet, there ist still a vay to save him, but you must do exactly vhat I tell you..." From the corner of his optics, Starscream saw a pair of violet optics behind the corner before they vanished into thin air.

Another pained scream echoed through the abandoned garage, making the seeker shudder. It had been almost two hours since he'd found the small yellow mech chained to the ceiling. Bumblebee had been bitten, and seemingly left for dead. They had been too late to stop him from being captured, but it seemed Blitzwing had a plan to save the poor bot. The medic suddenly walked in, making everyone stand up in anticipation. Ratchet was covered in energon, making the air thick with worry. The medic stepped aside, letting the triple-changer carry the small bot out. Bumblebee seemed to be recharging, as if nothing had happened. Optimus walked up.

"Is he...?"

"He ist fine. Ve stopped zhe transformation halfvay... He ist a dhampir now... All zhe strengths, none of zhe veaknesses." Optimus looked down at the yellow bot, gently petting his helm.

"Will he be alright?" Blitzwing handed the small bot over.

"I may need to teach him a few things, but ozher zhan zhat, he'll be fine..." Optimus sighed, turning towards Starscream.

"Starscream..." The seeker looked up, half scared of what the Autobot was about to do. Optimus cleared his throat.

"I don't know how to put this... If it wasn't for you and your ability, Bumblebee would've been dead, or worse..." He gave the seeker a small smile.

"Thank you... I don't know what else to say..."

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"Okay... How are you feeling now?" Bumblebee licked the energon from the corner of his mouth.

"B-better...Um, Blitzwing?"

"Ja?"

"Am I supposed to feel..." He lowered his voice into whisper. "... Horny?" Blitzwing grumbled.

"Oh Primus, I forgot about zhat-DON'T LOOK AT ME!" The yellow bot quickly shielded his optics.

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" The others stared at the dhampir with worried optics. The triple-changer stepped to the side.

"Okay... Take deep intakes und try not to zhink about anyzhing..." Bumblebee did as he was told. Slowly, he uncovered his optics. He looked around the room, at all his teammates' worried faces. He stopped at Starscream, trailing his optic's down the seeker's frame, especially those long, sleek legs-

Blitzwing snarled before switching to Hothead and forcefully moving the bot's head in Ratchet's direction. Everyone stayed quiet, afrad of what was to happen.

"Vhat do you zhink you're DOING!? Don't you DARE look at my mate zhat vay!!!" Bumblebee whimpered.

"I'm sorry! He's just so hot, I mean, DAMN!!!" the triple-changer switched back to Icy, tightening his grip on the bot's head.

"Choose your next vords carefully, Bumblebee... Need I remind you I haf no problem offlining a mech in front of ozhers..."

"I'm sorry..." He squeaked. Blitzwing rolled his optic.

"Just shut up und stare at Ratchet... He's not attractive." The medic-bot glared.

"Oh, gee...thanks..."

"Nein, not like zhat! I mean not attractive to him! I-I mean, you have a certain charm, not zhat I know-"

"Just... Just shut up and help the squirt- What the...?" Blitzwing raised an optic ridge before glancing down at Bumblebee and covered his optics.

"Bumblebee, vhat ist your malfuction?!"

"I'm sorry! He has a cute belly!!! Not to mention that strong chin of his-" Blitzwing slapped him.

"No, just...NO..."