Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Vampirism

Vampirism is defined as state of being where one is a preternatural being of malignant nature who speaks nourishment through the life sustaining source of other beings. A Vampire. (For an actually vampire story, go see "Dracula" which is another work of mine based off of Bram Stoker's novel "Dracula".)

Scott crossed his arms across his chest, clutching the sleeves of his jacket as he walked down the darkened street. It was quiet and the street lamps were barely working. This town had always been cheap when it came to renovations. He sighed, watching his breath plume in front of him in a white cloud. He smiled at the childish reaction to the steam. Something rustled up ahead, darting between two shops. Scott paused for a moment, his heart pounding at the initial shock. He crept forwards a little farther, convincing himself it was just a cat. Not that it mattered anyways, he had to be home and this was the fastest route.

Afton's chest ached as he waited in itching anticipation for the man to pass the alley way. Excitement didn't even begin to describe the buzz that filled his whole being. He waited, ready to pounce. He imagined he must have looked like a cat in that moment. He dragged his tongue across one of his fangs, feeling the tip grace his cold flesh. He could barely contain himself from bouncing. Then it happened, the man passed the mouth of the alley and Afton leapt, tackling into him and clutching his body to his own as they toppled to the ground.

Scott was warm against him, though it was like his own frozen being was swallowing the heat. The man struggled yelping, but Afton held on, wrestling him into his arms.

"Let go of me, you freak! Let go!" Scott shouted, thrashing and swinging punches, all of which never met their target. Afton was strong and hauled Scott down into the alley just as some shops cut the outside lights on to investigate the ruckus. He covered Scott's mouth with his hand, feeling his hot breath tickle his palm, Scott's saliva between his fingers. Afton shivered, his eyes rolled back for a moment as his whole body seemed to tingle. "Get the fuck off of me!" Scott cried, voice muffled through Afton's palm.

"Oh you're something special, aren't you?" Afton cooed, his voice was a gentle rumble that displayed complete sanity. Scott faltered at the sound. His body seemed to relax for a moment, as though he had been caressed. He thrashed again, but weaker, as though he were just a fish in it's last throes of death. "Yesss... yes you are, my dear." He whispered, nearing his lips to Scott's ear, sticking his tongue out to grace the rim of it.

Scott jerked again, trying to rip himself from Afton's grasp around his waist with renewed panic, but it was as though he were trying to wake up from a really thick haze. His eyes were open and he wasn't dreaming, but it was like sleep had still refused to let him go. His muscles felt weak as he began to sink into the man that held him. "Let me... go..." he pleaded.

"Shh, you're going to be just fine." Afton murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle into the soft flesh of Scott's warm neck. He felt his pulse through his skin, just mere millimeters from being punctured. He imagined the hot blood that slammed against the walls of his arteries and a soft moan escaped him. He licked Scott's skin, feeling his hips tingle with the taste of the man. Scott whimpered again, but his legs seemed to be going out and Afton hadn't even done anything yet.

He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue right against the area where his artery was, pounding hard and strong. He sighed, fangs putting pressure on Scott's delicate barrier. Scott seemed to light up, crying out in fear, hands flying out to his sides where they pressed against the grimy walls of the alley. Afton bit down, not hard, but enough to sink both his fangs and his dull front four teeth into Scott's neck, feeling the skin break easily around them. A sobbed ripped from his victim, but the minute the blood met Afton's tongue, he was caught up in his flurry.

He moaned darkly, tugging Scott tighter against him, running his hands up his chest as he sucked at the puncture, hungrily slurping at his reward. The sound was wet and desperate. He lapped at the wound, closing his eyes at the taste that flooded his mouth. He felt Scott grow weak against him, the man's hands falling to his side and he held onto the man tighter, slowly kneeling to the ground and pulling Scott into his lap.

Scott's head lolled to the side and Afton drank deeper, feeling his body warm and his hips tingle. Scott's weight settled against Afton's erect cock, but he didn't care, he didn't give it attention. He moaned as he lifted a hand to cup underneath Scott's chin, tilting his head up to expose more flesh. The blood stopped gushing freely into his mouth so he began to suck it out. Wet sounds filled the alley as air would slip past his lips. He pulled away, panting for oxygen he hadn't needed in decades. He hadn't had a meal like this in that time. He tilted his own head back, feeling Scott's blood leak down his chin and he moaned, feeling the man's limp body in between his legs. He licked the soft skin around the puncture holes, taking as much as he could of what was left.

"Ohh you were wonderful. So wonderful." He groaned, watching the wound begin to close, pale skin crawling over the red holes until they were hidden entirely. Though there was no trace, Scott was marked. And Afton would be back for him again, and again, until Scott was of no more use to him. Until Scott was dead. After all, a human can only produce so much blood.