Just one bite Astarion x reader

My past isn't exactly a happy story

Post 2 of the day, consider this my apology for not updating last week, also I feel inspired to write, the votes and adding to libraries/lists really encourages me to write so thank you. This chapter contains mentions of character and child death. The references to the event will be brief but will get more detailed in later chapters. It contains topics of abuse and similar topics in this chapter. I can't seem to write anything without giving the main character a tragic backstory lol.

The sun rose after what was quite possibly the most exciting night in a very long time. I thought to myself, Maybe I can start healing, While the other still slept, I rose and grabbed a white cube out of my pocket. Channeling my magic into it, the cube began to expand, taking the form of my tent, I chucked knowing it was a lot bigger on the inside. I stepped in, enjoying the feeling of my senses being returned. I felt the auras of my companions outside. Just enough to know were they where. I walked around, keeping my head down, my gaze lingering on a shelf. In it a small portrait of the life I had once walked, my spouse and I, our child held in our arms. The gold frame glittered in the sunlight, I pressed the portrait downward into the shelf. Not having the courage to look at it. I touched my necklace again, contemplating whether to take it off before feeling a familiar aura outside my "tent".

"Y/N, are you in there?" Astarion's voice rang through the empty halls.

"I'm coming give me a second." I pushed the thoughts of my past away as I headed for the door seeing him outside, being careful not to step in.

"So this is the famed conjured house you were going on about last night." My necklace caught the sun, the glitter caught his eye. "You have someone waiting for you back in Baldur's gate?" His face seemed to show disappointment for a second, before steeling again.

"If you asked me that a number of months ago I would have said yes, but not anymore."

"A tragic hero are we?" He chuckled

"Not quite, when we get back, I'm going to show the people responsible what it's like to incur my wrath. What about you, anything planned for when we get back to the city?" I quickly changed the subject, I may have trusted him to take my blood, but I wasn't going to spill my whole story to him just like that.

"Much the same actually, I'm a vampire spawn, not a true vampire, and I have some revenge to enact on my old master, now that the tadpole has 'freed' me."

"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been a vampire?"

"Somewhere around 200 years, hard to keep track when its been 200 years of pure shit." Anger was present in his voice.

"While my story may not be as long and probably not as bad as yours, I get it." I said trying to connect.

"Trust me you don't." He replied, his voice growing cold.

"We know nothing of each others past, I wouldn't make assumptions so quickly." His dismissal of my pain made me angry, but I did not let it show, pray I let out my aura, with the house there to act as a conduit it would not have been pretty.

"Go on then enlighten me, if you've been through so much." Mock interest in his voice.

"In your 200 years of existence, how many people have you met with aura powers like mine?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

"I'd say you're the only one," he said with a sigh, "but what does that have to do with this?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "So what do you think happens when two peasants with no influence have a child with that much power, a child with an aura so strong the nobility's magicians pick up on it? The aristocrats come bearing gold, lots of it."

Astarion's brows furrowed as he processed my words. "They tried to buy you?" he asked.

I nodded,  "They didn't just try, they succeeded. My parents couldn't refuse their offers, and I was taken from them before I could even walk. They raised me as a tool. I was their investment, their secret weapon. They trained me in the arts of aura manipulation and honed my abilities until I could bend the very elements to my will. But I was never allowed to be a person."

The memories flooded back, the years of isolation and manipulation, the relentless training, and the loneliness that had haunted me throughout my upbringing.

 "I endured it for twenty-five long years," I continued. "But then, one fateful night, I escaped. I ran as far away as I could and built a new life for myself, far from the clutches of the nobles who had controlled me for so long. I saw the truth of my existence. They didn't see me as a person; I was a weapon, a tool they could wield. I wanted to be free, to be my own person, to experience life as it was meant to be experienced. And I did. I found friends, love, and a sense of purpose. But they found me, tore, killed everyone I was close to and dragged me back. Do you know what a cancelation collar is Astarion?"

"A collar that prevents the use of all magical abilities correct?" He responded

"Yes, once they where done hunting me down, they put one on me. Locked me in a lightless room for I don't know how many months. My only way of survival was using the little magic I could sap from the astral plane. I got lucky with being able to feed myself on magic, it's no replacement for food, but it keeps me alive. I don't want to think about what would have happened if I didn't have that power."

"Perhaps I was too quick to judge your background, you do seem to know suffering like mine, just on a shorter timespan. I guess the mindflayer ship gave the both of us a chance to get revenge."

"I guess it did."

Astarion's expression shifted as my words reached him. I could see the faintest trace of empathy in his eyes, as if the mask he had worn for centuries was beginning to crack.

"That's... unimaginable," he murmured. "I've lived for so long, but I've never heard a story quite like yours. To be treated as a tool, a weapon, and to have everything you care about torn away from you... It's a level of cruelty I thought only vampires were capable of."

I nodded slowly, my anger and sadness still simmering beneath the surface. "It's a pain that never truly leaves you. The scars run deep, and the memories are etched in my mind like a never-ending nightmare. But we're in this together. If you'll let me help you, and you help me with our respective revenge"

"Sounds like a deal." He paused "My friend."