fangs (a trans vampire story)

Chapter one

*violence*

He wanted to rip her throat out and watch her bleed out on the floor. Watch the immortality drain from her wicked eyes. Watch as a feeble apology fell from her lips that he would refuse with a smile.

"Jessica?" The name pulled him out of his violent fantasy, stabbing daggers into his empty black heart. "The dress is tied, love." His mother, whom he'd been wishing to brutally disfigure seconds before, told him.

The dress

He wasn't entirely impartial to dresses, but this one he despised with every fiber of his being. Firstly, it was white. Which he believed to be an eyesore. Secondly, it hugged him in all the wrong places. It rode up in his armpits uncomfortably, and displayed cleavage that he so desperately wished to be rid of. It hugged his waist, giving the illusion of an hourglass figure, and showed off his thighs which he so disdained. This combined with his long black hair pulled pack by a few bobby pins, and some white flats that matched the horrid dress, made him want to wretch.

"Thank you." He spat out, trying to keep his tone even. His mother's expression softened. "Oh dear." She smiled, flashing her bright white fangs. "It's perfectly natural to be nervous. I know I was." She laughed to herself, reveling in her past. "But it will be okay. I'll give you a moment to collect yourself, we'll be waiting."

He paced his small, crowded, bedroom while running his tongue across his newly developed fangs. Now that his room was silent, he could hear the buzz of conversation coming from the lower floors. Conversation about him.

It was customary in the royal family for children to undergo an "induction ceremony" on their 16th birthday. Vampires powers started surface by their 14th-15th birthday (in mortal years), but always by their 16th. Whomever was being "inducted", or rather fully introduced to the world of vampirism, would take part in their first feeding from a mortal whose blood was blessed by the high council of vampires.

Jasper thought the whole idea was ludicrous, and that it was quite stupid to make such a grand ordeal out of it all. But the part that most upset him, was feeding from the wrist.

Part of the ceremony was that the female vampires were to feed from the wrist of their mortal prey, and the males from the neck. If they didn't, or if their powers went awry, then the blood would turn into a sickly concoction and they would most certainly be shunned from society.

He was terrified of it not working, of being shunned, and of disappointing his family. But he was even more terrified of it working. If it worked, then that would prove him to be "female" and his already incredibly small chance of his family accepting him would be completely lost.

He took a shaky breath as the crowds speaking became more hushed and he knew,

It was time.

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm very excited about this story :) I have another vampire centered story, the blood of adrenaline, that has several chapters published if you'd like to check that out. Have a great day/night! 🐈‍⬛👽🏳️‍⚧️🖤