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Chapter 2

Prompto sat back to consider his options, glancing down at Noct occasionally, feeling guilty over the whole mess, even though he'd literally had no choice. He didn't know how to 'raise' a new vampire! What if he messed it up? The plan had never involved him caring for Noct once he woke, the plan had been to dump him somewhere for the King or his people to find. He couldn't do that, couldn't abandon him to possible permanent death like that. And that thought scared him, he'd never had trouble leaving others to die before, it was the only way he'd survived this long. He'd been trained all his existence to fight Lucians, to kill them, even if he'd never been deployed for combat. He'd even killed his own kind once turned, fighting to survive. So why did he care for the pampered Prince of Lucis? It couldn't just be because he was attractive…was this why they were kept from turning others? Maybe, the Prince would only be kicked out of the city, exiled, but even then he would be a new vampire on his own in a country that did not like their kind. They couldn't stay in the city, yeah, there were some underground places he could find for supplies, but Noct would never be able to remain hidden. They may not kill the Prince but Prompto would surely be executed for turning him. He looked back at the two sleeping men, cautiously reaching along the weak bond, Ignis was the Adviser, Gladiolus, Gladio, the Shield. Physically, he would be the more dangerous of the two, he had been warned that Shields were trained to be able to match a wolf or vampire, if only briefly, to buy their charge time to get away. The hypnosis he had used on them would only last a few more hours, he could redo it, but he risked them becoming immune through too frequent reapplications. Ignis would likely build a quick immunity with his impressive mental strength and intelligence. He had driven them here in a car…but it was a very distinctive one.

A car would be useful to get them out of the city before Noct woke, it would make travelling easier, especially if Noct was more light sensitive than Prompto. Surely as the Adviser he could get his hands on a less distinctive vehicle? He needed Ignis and Gladio would come in handy to haul Noct's corpse around…he sighed and got up to kneel beside the two young men…he thought they might be a few years older than him, though not too much. He lifted Ignis into his arms, quickly stabilising his neck as his head flopped. He took his time to study him, the carefully styled dirty blonde hair, darker than his own, the thin wired glasses hiding green eyes and he could feel the lithe muscles under the black clothes. They were all wearing black, the colours of Lucian Royalty. Ignis was taller than him, all three of them were taller than him, although Noct wasn't by much, no more than an inch if that. He carefully loosened the collar of the purple and black pattered shirt, unbuttoning it part way down his chest, revealing smooth, pale skin. He shifted his grip, pulling him up further, Ignis' arms hanging limp. He tipped Ignis' head back, using his other hand to gently open the mans mouth. He then bit his wrist and let some blood drip into the sleeping man's mouth, making sure he swallowed it. He waited several minutes before gently sinking his fangs into the bared throat, only taking a mouthful before sealing the wound. He closed his eyes as he felt the blood bond settle, his awareness of Ignis increasing. He shifted Ignis so he was fully in his lap, head resting again Prompto's shoulder, lifting a hand to run through styled hair even as he mentally nudged him to begin waking up. This was not something training had covered but he was sure he had done it right. He could feel Ignis' mind shifting, changing, as the bond settled, stripping away the mental and emotional armour the man hid behind. He could feel how touch starved Ignis was, the buried craving for affection that was now being freed even as his old life was buried by the power of the bond.

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Awareness returned slowly, his thoughts sluggish, body languid. There was a hand in his hair, gently running through it, occasionally scratching his scalp lightly and it was heavenly, he never wanted it to stop. He felt warm and safe, mind free of worry and responsibility. As he became more aware of his body he realised he was being cradled in a lap, an arm secure around his waist holding him up. Who was holding him? He slowly forced his eyes open, blinking sleepily to find himself looking into bright blue eyes and he smiled dreamily, understanding why he felt so safe.

"How do you feel?"

"Safe, warm, sleepy," he answered immediately, not even considering an untruthful answer. The answer earned a chuckle and he hesitantly nuzzled in, rubbing his face against the shoulder his head rested on. "Master," he breathed, taking in everything he could of his Master, he could feel him, in his mind and it was so comforting. His Master would keep him safe. He wasn't sure what there had been before his Master, he knew there was something, a life before, but he didn't care. Nothing could compare to this.

"Do you remember who you are?" Master asked gently, keeping up the soothing petting.

Who he was? He didn't want to remember, his life before must have been so empty, but Master had asked him so it must be important…he struggled to focus his mind, to think back. "Ig…nis. Ignis Scientia," yes that was who he was, who he had been. He tried to press even closer to his Master, felt warm lips press to his forehead.

"Good, that's so good Ignis," his Master praised, and it felt so good to know he made him happy. "I know it's hard and scary, but I need you to focus and remember. You're not alone anymore, I'm right here," Master promised and Ignis whined softly, trembling in fear, but he trusted his Master.

He closed his eyes, unaware of the fain, high pitch whine coming from his throat as he struggled to remember the life before Master. Vague images slipped past his eyes, towering buildings, empty rooms, a boy…he fought harder and then he opened his eyes to look up at his Master. "The Prince…Noctis…I…looked after him?"

"You did, and you will again," Master told him, shifting him around easily and he saw the boy laying nearby, it was Noctis but there was something off….

"He's not breathing," that was bad, wasn't it?

"No, he isn't, right now he is dead. He is becoming like me and he will wake up again. Before that happens I have an important job for you."

Ignis perked up at that, looking away from the too still body and back to his Master, eager to please.

Master smiled at him and it made him feel good even as another kiss was pressed to his forehead. "I need you to be the old Ignis, then you need to go to where Noctis lived and pack him a bag of things. We will be leaving Insomnia, but he will need some of his old things to help make him comfortable. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Good. If you can, I want you to pack a bag for yourself as well, clothing and other human necessities, anything you don't wish to part from. We will also need a vehicle that isn't as distinctive as the one outside and a phone no one will know about to track. You have to be very careful Ignis, no one can know you're mine. Once you leave this building you must be the old Ignis completely."

"Yes Master," Ignis didn't want to do it but he would never disappoint his Master. He would do what needed to be done. He could remember his old life now and he didn't want it back. He looked back at the still body of the Prince…well most of it. He glanced at his Master who gently pushed him to his feet, and he looked back once before walking out of the room, he stepped out of the building and felt something inside shift, his posture changing as he walked but it was like watching someone else, he wasn't in control…the old him, the lonely him, in control. It scared him a little, but he knew that was no longer who he was, it was just an echo to fool those who could hurt his Master and the Prince.

He drove to his own apartment first and went inside, packing away clothes in a bag, taking everything that wasn't black, adding in weapons and curatives, a medical kit and then food and cooking supplies as well as the camping gear that he had stored. His body stopped in front of the mirror and then wetted down his hair before restyling it, not wanting anyone to comment on the mess it had been. He carried the bags to the car and then drove to the Prince's apartment, letting himself in to pack for him as well. Unfortunately he had very little that wasn't black. He packed up some photos, a book he knew the Prince liked and an old figurine of Carbuncle. When he was done he left, driving the car to one of the Royal parking areas. He then took the keys to a much less distinctive vehicle and packed the bags in it. He stopped at a store and bought several phones; unsure which Master would prefer. He wanted his body to move faster, eager to return to Master and finally he parked outside the building and walked inside, wavering on his feet as the old Ignis faded away, letting him free again.

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Prompto watched Gladio sleep once Ignis was gone, hoping that the Adviser would be able to get everything done. He checked on Noct, but his body was still in the beginning stages of the change, he would likely remain dead for several days. He stood over the Shield, taking in his appearance, so different to Noct and Ignis. He was taller, broader, and he dressed very differently in black leather pants and an open shirt. His skin was marked by black ink as well, though nothing like what was on his own wrist. He was…wilder than the other two. No collar to be moved out of the way with him. Despite his size, Prompto easily cradled him close, vampiric strength easily able to handle the muscular body. Just as gently as he had with Ignis, he bound the Shield to him. Part of him loved it, loved the power, another part of him was terrified by how much he liked it. He tried to tell himself that they were the enemy, that enjoying having power over them was good. So why did he feel guilty? Maybe they weren't the enemy? His own ad people had, in a way, abandoned him with this mission. Yeah, he'd been told to turn the Prince and leave but the odds were very high he would have been hunted down and killed long before he reached the border. There had been no retrieval plan so much as mentioned. And did he really want to go back? To give this up? He could have a family of his own now…find somewhere with easy hunting and somewhere safe to live...could he do that? He shifted so Gladio's head was resting in his lap, understanding he needed different things to Ignis. He ran his fingers through thick dark hair, feeling the Shield beginning to stir. Glassy amber eyes slowly fluttered open and Gladio stared dazedly up at him.

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His head felt strange, floaty; limbs heavy even as he felt a hand in his hair…legs beneath his head. He slowly forced his eyes open, looking up into brilliant blue…such pretty eyes…he blinked, recognition sinking in and he rolled to his knees, head bowed. "Master." He listened as his Master spoke of his old life, obeying and struggling to remember. Gladio….that was what he'd been called, a protector, a Shield.

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Prompto looked at the bowed head, even with only vague memories, his instinct to serve was there, strengthened by the bond. He reached out and tipped Gladio's head up, stroking his cheek and Gladio leant into his touch. The door opened and he looked up, seeing the proper Adviser and then it melted away as he entered the room.

"Master," Ignis murmured in relief, moving closer hesitantly and Prompto could feel his need so he held out a hand to him and the man moved to curl against him, trembling slightly.

"It's alright Ignis, you did wonderfully," he praised and Ignis melted against him, practically purring, eyes falling half shut. "We need to leave now. Anything that can be used to track us must be left here. Gladio carry Noct to the car," he ordered as he stood, pulling Ignis up with him.

Gladio removed his phone and dropped it carelessly to the floor before he went to the mattress and gently lifted Noct's body which flopped in his arms. Ignis removed his phone as well with fumbling fingers, still feeling blissed out from the praise and his Master's comforting touch. He watched as Master collected the weapons before they went to the car.

"We need to leave the city without being caught," Master warned them as Gladio laid Noct out in the back seat. Prompto got in and rested Noct's head in his lap, not at all concerned by the coldness of his body. Ignis got in to drive, Gladio beside him. Ignis drove through the city, taking them away from the highways that led to the city Gates. Soon they were driving on roads that hadn't seen proper maintenance in a while, half of the lights broken but Ignis drove confidently. He briefly stopped the car and got out, entering a code in a hidden keypad and a section of wall opened. He got back in and drove out of the city, the car passing through the Wall easily, not affecting anyone in the car.

"Very good Ignis, you've done very well," Prompto praised.

"Thank you Master."

Prompto gave directions to one of the places he had rested in on his trip to the city, it should be far enough away to be out of the way of any search parties. "How long until the you are all noticed as missing?"

"Not long Master," Gladio answered, eyes scanning the surrounds for any sign of danger.

They drove quietly for hours, only stopping once to refuel the car. Finally Ignis pulled off the road, taking to the rough dirt tracks, heading further from civilisation. The sun was setting but Prompto wasn't concerned, he'd found daemons didn't bother vampires or anyone with vampiric blood in their body, no matter the amount. Gladio lifted Noct again while Prompto helped Ignis with the camping equipment and bags. Prompto led them into a large cave which had a small stream of fresh water running through it. He let them set up camp since he had never done so before, watching them so he would know what to do if necessary. It wasn't like he needed a tent or latrine after all. He settled Noct in the tent and then watched as Ignis cooked for himself and Gladio, the two humans obviously tired.

Prompto stretched out beside the fire, Gladio at his side but not touching. Ignis served the food and hesitantly curled into his side, making Prompto smile and kiss the side of his head, Ignis relaxing at the acceptance. With the human social rules and inhibitions of his position stripped away, Ignis was eager for touch and praise, wanting to please. With the bond in place his glasses had been abandoned, making him look even younger, wide green eyes looking innocent. Prompto gently ran his fingers through Ignis' hair, softening the gel he'd used to style it when at the apartment to keep questions from being asked if he'd been seen. Prompto tugged Ignis' jacket off and then his shoes before going back to petting his hair, occasionally scratching his scalp lightly. Ignis sighed in pleasure, relaxing under his touch, shifting to lie on his stomach, stretched out beside Prompto. Prompto found the drowsy quiet before the fire very nice, there was no fighting over blood or space, or fighting off attempts of others who wanted more than he was willing to give them. he could feel Ignis and Gladio, feel their desire to serve, to make him happy. Gladio might not be touchy but Prompto could feel how content the larger male was in guarding them. Ignis groaned softly as his fingers dropped to his neck, massaging muscles that had been tense for years. "Like that?" he teased gently.

"Yes Master," Ignis sighed in pleasure.

"Take your shirt off," Prompto told him and Ignis rushed to obey, fumbling with the buttons but getting it off quickly and Prompto straddled his hips, settling his hands on his back where he began gently massaging his muscles. He'd learnt massage therapy before he'd been turned, when a use for him was still being decided. He hadn't been good enough to be used like that, but he was good enough to help Ignis. Despite the effects of the bond between them, his body was still carrying some of the stress of his old life and he was happy to help relieve it. Ignis was soon moaning and whimpering in relief as muscles that had been tense for years were finally relaxing. By the time Prompto stopped Ignis was a puddle on the floor of the cave, whining softly at the loss of his soothing touch. Prompto chuckled and scooped him up in his arms, carrying him to the tent, stripping him down and then settling him into the sleeping bag that smelt like him where Ignis quickly surrendered to sleep.

Prompto stepped out of the tent to find Gladio watching him and he smiled at him. "Come here Gladio," he called, and the Shield got up, walking towards him. Prompto inhaled and then grinned, he'd obviously enjoyed the sounds Ignis had been making and watching them. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, sliding a hand into dark hair.

"Yes Master," Gladio answered, shivering under his touch.

Feeling his utter devotion was a heady sensation, they belonged to him, would never say no to him. They would never betray him, couldn't even contemplate doing so. He shifted closer, looking up into amber eyes. "What do you want?"

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"To please you, Master," Gladio's voice was a low rumble. He had no desires of his own anymore, he remembered when he did, and they got in the way. How could he protect properly if he could desire fleeting things? He had heard the noises Ignis had made, seen Master massaging his body and his own body had reacted but it didn't matter, only his Master mattered. The hand in his hair felt good and then he was being tugged down, lips claiming his and it felt so good. He moaned softly as his Master pulled back, blinking dazedly and his Master smiled at him.

"Very good," he praised and Gladio felt a surge of pleasure at having pleased him. "Go get some sleep," Master ordered and Gladio ducked into the tent, settling down to sleep beside Ignis.

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Prompto moved back to the fire. That kiss had been very nice, different to kissing Noct. He'd never kissed anyone before, and he definitely liked it. What would it be like to kiss Ignis? They should be able to stay in the cave at least until Noct woke and he had to admit he was a little worried about that. He had no memory of his first weeks as a vampire beyond a feeling of never ending hunger and the taste of the blood substitute the labs gave out. It took time for a new vampire to come out of a basically feral state, that could put Ignis and Gladio in danger. It all depended on how much control he would have over Noct when he woke. He could turn them both before Noct woke, remove the temptation of their blood, but could he deal with three new vampires? And…he would miss the way they were now; he liked the way they looked to him for everything. Turning them would bring back the old them and he would miss how openly affectionate Ignis was. Maybe he should have just stuck to the plan and left them behind…but he didn't want to be alone anymore. He didn't want to go back to Niflheim either. Vampire or bonded, they would stay with him, just like he had been unable to go against the orders given by the maker he had never met. Apparently that would lessen eventually but by then it wouldn't matter. He knew that was why he had never met a vampire older than a century, after that they could no longer be controlled by their blood link. Eventually either Niflheim or Lucis would find them here, but where could they go to be safe from both?

TBC…

Prompto was born to be an MT and then turned into a vampire by the empire. So his morals and stuff are a bit screwed up. So he's trying to be a good guy but insofar as keeping them all 'alive'.