MCYT Vampire Oneshots

Technoblade story + origins

Requested by Scraps_cats

Date: 17 December 1794

Technoblade was walking down the dark alleyways of Manburg. Place was brand new and it was already a shithole. Still, the houses were cheap and the shops were easy pickings for thieves, so it wasn't all bad.
Technoblade wasn't his real name- it was a nickname that had been given to him by a friend that had perished of starvation a few years ago. Even though the friend was dead, the name had stuck, and had evolved its own nickname, "Techno".

That friend that had given him the nickname was the only one he had ever had, being a lone wolf generally. He'd run away from home at 17 and had been travelling for the past four years, making no friends and with no intention to make any. He ignored anyone and everyone.
Techno flicked his long pink hair to the side. He didn't know how or why he had it, it had been an anomaly since he was born, and people had called him names for it- someone even called him a witch because of it.
Still, it was vibrant against the dark slums of Manburg, where people regularly keened against the walls and died of starvation. He would have met the same fate long ago if it wasn't for his wicked ability to sneak into places unseen and steal things- he only took a few things, so the shop owner didn't realise that some of their food was gone.
He reached a dark corner. It was a dead end.
"Shit!" he said to himself, and turned around. His heart dropped all the way to his waist, it felt.

Two orange eyes glowed in the dark, and a figure owned those eyes.

The figure was draped in darkness as Techno cursed the shadows for denying him the right to see whoever it was. His heart started racing as the figure stepped out of the shadows.

It was a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties with orange hair in a scruffy bob and a striped bucket hat on his head. He was wearing a blood-red, very fine suit. But this was not the thing that made Techno a little afraid.
The man's chin was drenched in blood that seemed to be dripping from his mouth where two sharp fangs gleamed.
This man was not human, Techno decided, not at all.
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, and to his pleasant surprise, he sounded almost bored.
The man cocked his head to the side. "Why do you want to know?"
"Well, I also want to know how you came out of nowhere without makin' any sound whatsoever. But that's not goin' to be answered, is it?" Techno retorted. Whatever this man was, he still didn't want any sass or bad attitudes towards the pink haired man (aka himself).
"Oh, that can be answered, sure," the man said with a knowing smile. "By the way, I'm Phil. But people call me the Eagle."
"Why do they call you the-" Techno started, but he was cut short by the sheer disbelief of what was happening in front of him.
The man, Phil, sprouted wings from nothing, it seemed. Big black eagle wings that expanded to great lengths slowly beat in front of him.

"What are you?" Techno asked in terror.

"Honey, I'm a vampire," Phil said. And he launched himself at Techno.

Techno yelled loudly as pale palms dug into his eyes and strong fingers gripped the sides of his face, forcing his head to the side, exposing his neck. A searing pain ran through his entire body as his neck was pierced. He screamed bloody murder as he felt the alien feeling of his blood being drained out of his whole body and something, something sinister, flowing in his veins in its place.
The pain stopped momentarily as Phil stopped draining his blood temporarily.
"You know what, I'm gonna keep you," he said, more blood, Techno's blood, dripping down his chin.

And he resumed his feeding. After what felt like hours of protesting, hitting, and eventual giving up, Techno felt woozy and his legs started to fail. His body seemed to shut down as he hit the ground.