Chapter 22: Vergebung

AN: I'm very sorry for this long-ass delay... I believe most of the followers of this story are now middle-aged, and have grandkids! LOL... anyways... to make a long story short, my laptop got herpes, was cured, then dad effed up the internet connection, could not go on for the alloted time, and got a horrible writer's block that would steer me into other directions... Technoshock being one of them... so, for this chapter, for the first time ever, there will be no witty song verse, poem, or facts about vampires or love... instead, I leave you with this:

CARD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES!

To say that the situation was awkward was a huge understatement.

Lockdown was almost always in front of Starscream's door, and Blitzwing was almost always near said door but hidden from view. Only the jaguar would really know where he was, since he would growl in the vampire's direction. No one would dare go near that area of the ship, since it had such a hostile air around it. The only one who had the 'cajones' to go there was Red Alert, but she was Red Alert, so it made sense that she could go there and come back unharmed. But there were times when the atmosphere wasn't so hostile; instead, it was extremely depressing. If one wandered in that area some time during the night when everyone was rechargning, they could hear faint sobs coming from the seeker's room. Bumblebee wondered why, after being separated from his bondmate for so long, Starscream would lock Blitzwing out of his room. Sure, there were a few unresolved issues, but come on!

Bumblebee let out a sad sigh as he took a seat across from the sleeping jaguar on the floor. The only sound he could hear were the ship's computer's beeping faintly and Lockdown's low, peaceful purrs. He could also hear Starscream crying, but he was trying his best to ignore that sound. It was like hearing your mother cry after getting in a big fight with your father that made the whole family wary of what would happen next. Bumblebee summed it all up in his head in a cruel, mocking voice; Mommy was upset, Daddy was guilt-ridden, Uncle was overprotective, Auntie was a bitch, and everyone else was left to walk over the broken pieces so as not to break them even more. He hated this situation, he hated the fact that nothing was being resolved, hell, he even hated the fact that he wasn't back on earth! He glared at the wall, letting it absorb all his anger and malice.

"You know, if you glare at the wall any longer, you're gonna burn a hole through it..." Bumblebee turned around quickly, seeing four red optics staring back at him.

"H-hey Blackarachnia, you kinda startled me... Where have you been? I haven't seen you all that much, you know..." she sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah... I guess Starscream's abduction really got to me, so I locked myself in the room..."

"You could have come out and talked to one of us, you know..." She shrugged.

"It's an old habit I've had as long as I could remember... You see, back when I was still... normal... I had a family of my mother, father, and one older sister. Her name's Chromia. She was always so smart, accomplished whatever task or challenge thrown at her... She was pretty much the perfect femme to them. Then I came along..." Her voice became lower, sadder. Bumblebee leaned in closer.

"You see, when my mother gave birth to Chromia, they were already planning to have a sparkling... I was sort of... an accident... So with my sister being Miss Perfect, I was left to try and be as good as her, or better. She was a great soldier; because of that, my father wanted me to be a soldier as well, even though I wanted to be a scientist, to go off and study other planets. That's one of the reasons Starscream and I got along so well, since we wanted to do the same things... But anyways, I was always in the background while my sister got all the attention, all the rewards... all the love... I could never really cry to anyone, Bee... I would just sit on my berth in my room and cry silently. It didn't change after I became a Decepticon..." Bumblebee was taken aback by the femme's confession. He never knew Blackarachnia had so many problems aside from the spider cave incident.

"I'm sorry..." Bumblebee rested his head on his knees, not really sure how to respond to Blackaracnia's story. She leaned back on the wall, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"It's not your fault... And I don't think my parents really did that on purpose... I mean... Chromia is an amazing femme... She did so many awesome feats, and I didn't really do anything as good as she did, so I didn't really stand out..." Bumblebee returned the gesture, hugging her back and laying his head on her shoulder. He found it oddly comforting; maybe due to the fact she always looked out for him nowadays. They sat there in the dimly lit hallway, so comfortable in each other's company that they really didn't jump when the door opened and a certain seeker strolled out like it was another day in April.

"Hey guys..." He said nonchalantly. They glanced at him before looking back at the ground.

"Hey, Star..." They replied in unison. It took them roughly ten and a half second to realize just who it was that had come out of the room before they looked at each other with wide optics.

"STARSCREAM-"

"SHUT UP!" The bots flinched as Ratchet yelled at them from down the hallway. They looked back and flinched even more when they felt his death glare practically melt off their faces.

"I'm trying to recharge here, you fragging younglings! Geez..."
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"Blitzwing..." Poke.

"Hmmm..." Poke Poke.

"Blitz~" Poke poke poke...

"Hrrmmm..." Starscream snarled in agitation when the triple-changer rolled over onto his side, back facing the seeker.

"Blitzwing, get the frag up before I castrate you." He heard the vampire exhale deeply before sitting up on the berth.

"Okay, I'm up..." Starscream only rolled his eyes when he saw Icy's dimly-lit optic, signaling he wasn't fully online. Forgetting what went on the last couple of weeks, Blitzwing rotated his wrist before rubbing his optic.

"Vhat is it, Star?" The seeker only sighed in frustration before tugging at the vampire's arm.

"Come with me... My berth is cold without you..."

"Okay..." Clearly the mech's processor was still recharging, and if Starscream wasn't in a bad mood from restlessness, he would have found the situation adorable, hilarious, and an awesome conversation to have with Blackarachnia. Blitzwing stood up and followed the seeker back to his room, not noticing Bumblebee or Blackarachnia staring at them with curious, wide optics. Shutting the door behind him, Blitzwing immediately crawled onto the berth and pulled the seeker close to him. Starscream growled when he felt a hand grab his hip, but decided not to get angry. The triple-changer had two night-time modes, and right now he was currently in 'recharge like you were offline.'

"Night night~" Blitzwing sang before dozing off. The seeker rolled his optics before stretching his arms.

"Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much..." He muttered, before trying to get up to adjust his wings. After a few battles with Blitzwing's evil death grip on his waist, Starscream finally won and adusted his wings so he could sleep on his side. He glared softly at the mech before laying his helm on the other's shoulder.

"Seriously..." Before his optics closed, he saw the vampire's kips curl into a smirk.

"Love you too, Star..."

"He's in there, isn't he?" Blackarachnia watched Lockdown's tail wag in agitation before shrugging and eating her frozen hi-grade.

"Calm down, kitten... He won't do anything to your precious little seer..." The bounty hunter glared at her.

"And how would YOU know that, Darlin'?" She chewed on the spoon in her mouth before pulling it out.

"If I remember all the joucy gossip Starscream told me, which I do, Blitzwing has two 'night-time' modes. Bee, you might wanna take the spoon out of your mouth for a bit..." Bumblebee complied and leaned against the wall. Blackarachnia tapped her chin before smirking.

"In Starscream's own words, one mode is 'recharge like you were offline,' and the other one was 'interface like the sex god he is.'" Blackarachnia's smirk only grew wider as the leopard's optics grew wide with shock and fear. Bumblebee looked down, trying to hide the severe blush on his face.

"Wait, what mode is that damn vampire in now!" A disgruntled shush was heard across the hallway, but the trio ignored it.

"Well, if you MUST know, kitten, he's in 'sleepytime mode.'"

"What the frag is 'sleepytime'?"

"It's what humans call recharging... Sari told me..."

Okay, very short filler chapter... hehe... I promise the next one will be better :c

So since everyone and their mom wanted me to make a story of how Blitzwing got his powers (even though it was explained in an earlier chapter), here you go! :D

How Blitzwing got his powers:

Once upon a time, there was a gay chihuahua named Picasso. He was a strange little chihuahua... maybe because he was gay, and gay animals and humans have a strange but entertaining personality. 'But what the hell does this have to do with how Blitzwing got his powers, Sandy?' Well, it doesn't. Now shut up and enjoy me telling you about my gay dog. Anyways, he's a camera whore, and even poses for you when you get your phone ready. He also likes to torture my other dog, Tiberius.

So one day, Picasso was just walking around when he met Blitzwing. Picasso waved his paws rather gayly, and little sparkles began to form around Blitzwing. With a high-pitched, annoying bark, Blitzwing was turned into a vampire with all the cool powers he possesses in the Sweet As Blood story. Picasso trotted away to go pee on the carpet again, until some zombies crashed into the room and started attacking. Picasso barked again before grabbing a sub-machine gun and blasted every last one of them into kingdom come.

But then Megatron came in. Picasso, being the smart, gay chihuahua he was, proceeded to hump his leg. Megatron had been defeated! And so Picasso became the hero of all Cybertron. They held a large parade in his honor, and catered to his every whim. He even had a statue of himself erected in front of City Hall, or whatever the hell robots have. And so Picasso became a rap artist, made millions of dollars, married Stephen Colbert, and moved to Tampa Bay, Florida.

'But Sandy, you didn't mention Blitzwing!' Yes I did, audience. Stop bitching. Now I have to go study for my finals... I am going to die... So in case I die, tell Hoshi-Tora or Dark Mornie to do it, cuz they know the ending... and you guys don't... and no one better steal any shit or I'll go haunt your soul...

Now who wants cake? :3

... why are you all staring at me like that? :(