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Chapter 12: Bestrafen
Apotropaics mundane or sacred items able to ward off revenants such as garlic or holy water are common in vampire folklore. The items vary from region to region; a branch of wild rose and hawthorn plant are said to harm vampires; in Europe, sprinkling mustard seeds on the roof of a house was said to keep them away. Other apotropaics include sacred items, for example a crucifix, rosary, or holy water. Vampires are said to be unable to walk on consecrated ground... mirrors have been used to ward off vampires when placed facing outwards on a door (in some cultures, vampires do not have a reflection and sometimes do not cast a shadow, perhaps as a manifestation of the vampire's lack of a soul). This attribute, although not universal (the Greek vrykolakas/tympanios was capable of both reflection and shadow), was utilized by Bram Stoker in Dracula and has remained popular with subsequent authors and filmmakers. Some traditions also hold that a vampire cannot enter a house unless invited by the owner, although after the first invitation they can come and go as they please. Though folkloric vampires were believed to be more active at night, they were not generally considered vulnerable to sunlight -Wikipedia
For the next few days, the triple-changer spent his time teaching Bumblebee about the new world he was unwillingly a part of. It was kind of cute, watching Blitzwing act so fatherly around the yellow bot. It warmed Starscream's spark, letting his mind wander over the possibility of vampires reproducing. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft kiss on his head. He looked up, conscious of the fact that he was being pressed against the wall.
"Blitzwing, what are you doing?" The seeker asked as the vampire buried his face in the seeker's neck.
"Nozhing." Came the seemingly bored reply as Blitzwing ran his tongue over the seeker's neck. Starscream moaned, arching his back so their bodies were pressed together even more. The triple-changer let out a low, feral growl before opening a door and pushing the seeker inside. Starscream barely heard the door lock before he was roughly pinned to the ground.
"Someone might find us, you kno-Aah!" The seeker cried out as Blitzwing bit into his neck. THe flashes came almost instantly, but were too fast to even know what they were. Starscream felt the other's hand trail down his abdomen, fingers lightly tracing his frame and making him shiver in delight. The hand stopped at his pelvic armor, clicking it open. The triple-changer roughly pushed a finger inside his port, making Starscream scream out in pain. Blitzwing pulled away from his neck, slowly licking the blood off his lips. He looked down at the triple-changer with an amused expression as he moved his finger in a slow, circular motion. Starscream moaned loudly, arching upwards in pleasure. Blitzwing suddenly switched to Hothead, pulling out of the seeker and lowering himself down to the seeker's thigh. He bit down, making the seeker cry out again. Dragging his tongue over the wound, Blitzwing pulled Starscream's legs apart as he undid his own pelvic armor. Unable to hold back anymore, he rammed his cable into the seeker's port. His carnal roar seemed to drown out the seeker's scream, and overload quickly took them over.
When the triple-changer woke up, he found himself on top of the seeker, who was still recharging. Knowing he'd be too sore to walk on his own, the triple-changer scooped him up in his arms and walked quielty out of the room. Hopefully, Prowl would never find out they used his room for some 'sexual release.'
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"You lost him..."
"N-no! I-I was..." Swindle let out a sad sigh. "I was almost discovered, sir..." Megatron glared at the dealer from his throne. Every Decepticon that was still alive gathered in a crescent around the area. Megatron sat at his throne on an elevated plateau. He was their king and their creator, after all.
"Swindle, what am I going to do with you? You are so troublesome at times... But we're not here for your judgement..." Swindle silently walked off to the side as Soundwave brought in the next mech to be tried. The red Autobot stood in the middle of the clearing, silently awaiting his trial to begin. He stared at the ground, for it was rude to look at the king in the optics if hw didn't acknowledge you.
"Rodimus Minor." At the sound of his name, the mech looked up, face devoid of any emotion.
"Now, correct em if I'm wrong: A few days agao, your team encountered some hostile decepticons and was forced to do battle with them. Of course, since you are sworn to secrecy about our kind, you had to play it out like you were nothing more than an ordinary Autobot soldier trying to defend his troops and post." Rodimus nodded.
"Yes sir..." Megatron raised an optic ridge.
"But apparently, Thrust, one of my seekers, was killed..." Rodimus looked down in shame.
"Y-yes sir..."
"Care to inform me iwhy/i , Rodimus?" the Autobot cleared his throat.
"If I may say so, sir, it is in my belief that Thrust was not informed of neither my allegiance nor my... state. I tried to defend myself, not once attacking or purposely hurting the mech in anyway..." Megatron put a hand up, and Rodimus quieted down.
"You know, Rodimus, a crime such as this is punishable by sealing you in a coffin for five years without any blood... " The Autobot shifted nervously under the vampire's gaze. He had killed a Decepticon in the line of battle, a vampire of the clan he was unwillingly a part of. He glanced at his maker, who only looked at him emotionlessly with one sole optic. He looked down again.
"But if what Shockwave tells me is true, that it truly was a rockslide that killed him and you tried your best to warn him, then both you and Thrust were at fault." The crowd fell silent, amazed and astonished at their leader's words. Though they were not pleased with Megatron's judgement, they dared not question his authority.
"Fortunately for you, I am in a rather good mood today..." Rodimus made himself look up. Megatron was looking a him with an amused expression until he turned to Cyclonus, one of his 'children.' About half of the Decepticons still intact were vampires, with only a select few being shape-shifters and the rest were normal, either serving the vampires personally or under their squadron. After being motioned by his master's hand, Cyclonus walked off. A few seconds later, he returned with Oil Slick, who was dragging a blindfoled yellow mech. Rodimus's optics widened.
"No, sir! Please, just seal me up. I'll go quietly-"
"Do you dare defy my rule, Autobot?!" The Decepticon leader's voice echoed eerily around the clearing. He could feel the other vampires glare murderously at him, their downright disgust with him and his behavior. It was enough that he was an Autobot; his reaction just fueled their hatred for him. Oil Slick walked up to him, dropping the young mech at his feet. He gave the Autobot one last glare before returning to his place in the crowd. Hotshot quickly ripped the blindfold off his head, scrambling to his feet. His optics widened upon seeing so many Decepticons in one place. His breaths became quicker, becoming more and more anxious with each passing second. He bolted towards an opening in the crowd. Rodimus silently hoped he would make it...
...His prayers were ignored...
As quick as vampires were(though he was always fast when he was 'normal'), Cyclonus landed near the younger bot, yanking him painfully by his helm. Hotshot cried out in pain, kicking and screaming all the way as the Decepticon flyer dragged him back. He dropped him on the same spot, stepping on his back as a threat not to try escaping again. Hotshot let out a muffled sob, much to the sick enjoyment of the other Decepticon vampires. Cyclonus just rolled his optics.
"Pathetic..." He he muttered to Rodimus, who gave him a small glare. His voice had a slight accent, possibly Transylvanian. "He doesn't even deserve to die by our hands..." The Autobot Prime looked up towards his 'king.' Megatron stared back, emotionless as ever.
"Seeing as we're short on family, Rodimus, your punishment is to turn him." Cries of protest filled the air, but Megatron waved his hand lazily, silencing everyone. He glared at the crowd, and then at the Autobot.
"My word is final." he gave a quick glare to Cyclonus, who muttered something about Hotshot, and shut him up. The flyer took his foot off Hotshot, and the young bot curled up on the floor as he shook with fear. Rodimus kneeled down beside him, stroking his helm gently.
"Hey... HotShot..." The smaller mech looked up at his leader with tear-stained optics. It wrenched the Prime's spark to see his friend like this.
"Y-yes sir?" Rodimus gently took Hotshot's hand, making the Autobot sit up on his knees.
"Everything will be okay, Hotty... Look into my optics..." When their optics met, Hotshot stopped shaking. A sort-of peace fell upon the young Autobot as the red mech kept whispering reassurances to him. A cough snapped Rodimus from his prcedure.
"Rodimus," Megatron growled. "You know hypnosis is not allowed." The red mech cast his optics down in shame. Immediately, Hotshot's peace was swept away like the wind, and his optics were filled with worry again.
"S-sir? What-what's going on?!" Rodimus roughly grabbed him as he began thrashing arond. Ignoring his cries of protest, he tilted Hotshot's head, exposing tee young bot's neck. Hotshot continued struggling in despair, though Rodimus was much stronger than he was.
"S-sir! Please!" the smaller mech cried. Rodimus looked apologetically into Hotshot's optics as his fangs grew longer. The younger mech's optics widened.
"Y-you're...?"
"HotShot... I'm so sorry." He bit down on the bot's neck, and Hotshot screamed in agony. The vampires in the crowd watched the sight in a morbid, erotic admiration. The smell of young virgin blood stimulated their bloodlust, stimulating their fangs' growth. Hotshot's cries began dying down, as well as his resistance. Rodimus pulled away, letting out a sorrowful cry of agony. His blood-stained fangs and mouth gleamed in the moonlight, stimulating more bloodlust from the crowd. Megatron couldn't help smiling as Rodimus bit down again...
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"Starscream, I hope this doesn't sound rude or anything, but would it be alright if you explained to us your 'ability' so that maybe we can understand you better?" Optimus rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry if this comes off as prying..." Starscream shook his head.
"It's fine, Optimus... Well, my ability lets me see the future through dreams or 'flashes', but I'll get to that part later. When visions come in the form of dreams, they don't have a distinct pattern. They tend to just pop out of nowhere at any given time. heck, I could probably have visions for a whole month and then not have any for five years..." The whole team seemed to undertsand, some nodding their heads. The seeker continued.
"Now flashes are different. They aren't 'full' visions, maybe just a picture or an action will just flash into my mind and go away just as quickly." Bumblebee tilted his head.
"So... How do those happen?"
"Seers get flashes whenever they're subject to... intense situations..."
"Such as...?"
"Torture, pain, a traumatic event, shock, surprise, sex..." The yellow bot blushed at the mention of the last method. Optimus nevously cleared his throat.
"W-well thank you, Starscream. I think now we can work with your ability a little better." Bumblebee's head perked up and turned towards Blitzwing.
"Hey! Speaking of abilities, when will I get mine?" The triple-changer laughed.
"Vhy are you so impatient?" Bumblebee folded his arms and pouted.
"'Cuz I want a cool ability like yours! I mean, you can control chances, Grumpy-Pants has that increased-strength-thingie, and Crazy-Dude's got telepathy and forest-sight or whatever it's called..."
"It's called 'foresight'-"
"Yeah, that! But what will I get!?" The yellow bot whined loudly before slouching in his seat. Blitzwing sighed.
"It all depends on vhat your creator could do... Und before you ask, nein, I've never seen vhat Svindle can do..." Bumblebee seemed to fall into a deep depression that could only be healed by Linkin Park music and sad emo poetry...
...Until he decided to go play outside with Sari. As the others made their way outside, Blitzwing rolled his optic before laying his head on Starscream's shoulder.
"Vhat am I going to do vith him?" Starscream laughed softly.
"He'd make a nice centerpiece for our wedding." The triple-changer snorted before laughing out loud.
"What? It's a good idea! We'll just have him 'accidentally fall into a vat of silver... And if he ever gets dirty, I'll just rub some shine on him and he'll be good as new..." A click was heard, and Random giggled.
"Awww, vhy not rub me? I'm qvite dirty, if you know vhat I mean! Ahahahaha!" Starscream felt himself being lowered down on the couch.
"Aw, not on the couch!" Random pouted cutely, making the seeker laugh.
"Vhy not? You did it vith bruder in Prowl's room of all places!"
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In the kitchen, Prowl spit out his energon in shock and disgust.