Do I Need It? (Am I Under Control?)

No More

He rolled over to the door, his wrist aching at every movement. "What are you doing here?" He asked, the venom Techno had denied him poignant in his tone. "Well I was just gonna say sorry but..." Tommy picked up the nearest pillow and threw it as hard as he could from his good hand. It hit Techno with a soft thump though he seemed unbothered.

Fucking vampires.

"I'm not interested in your fucking apologies you gaslighting asshole! I've met so, so many people like you before, you couldn't even comprehend what I've been through. And you know -fucking- what? They all say that. First it's their fault. They got angry. They were fucking upset. Then it's mine, it's yours. It's always yours." Techno remained silent, allowing his younger brother to rid himself of much of the excess, spilling anger contained in his golden pot of a head.

"Tommy I'm not-" Techno protested, once again blocked by Tommy, this time a candle from his table thrown at his head. "Save it! You're all fucking manipulative pieces of shit and I hope you die! You gave me what? Two pumps of venom right before I passed out? Two pumps? Is that a fucking joke? That's five times less than what I need to fix the fucking hand wound you caused. Now I'm in fucking pain and it's your fault!" He screamed, "Let me the fuck out of this shithole before you start beating me too."

Techno just stood there, silently taking in every hit (physical and mental) his brother threw at him, his face neutral as usual. A shimmer of liquid pooled in Techno's eyes. Had Techno not been a fucking monster, Tommy might have thought he was on the verge of tears.

But he was neither of those things. He was, however leaving the room, leaving Tommy to stew in his own thoughts for more time. Tommy was quite relieved if he was honest. Now he was able to be more expressive with his facial expressions because nobody would he able to see them. Nobody would see if he cried silently or had the angriest face in the world. Nobody could take advantage of him if he was alone.

Tommy let himself cry now that nobody was there. Despite knowing subconsciously that everyone in the house could hear him, it was much easier to feel less judged alone. "Fuck..." He sniffed a bit and mucus flew further back into his nose.

Before, he was always in some random apartment in his favourite city sector, Inner L'manberg. Always five minutes away from a bus or train, close to a busy area where a vampire attacking a child would cause a scene, would be dealt with by law enforcement. But now- now he was condemned to a fate worse than death in the middle of fucking nowhere.

How long before they killed him? How many Tommy's had there been before him?

Scratch the past, what about the future. Would he be beaten for spilling any of his blood elsewhere? Would he be drugged so that his family- his fucking owners could get a hit of the drugs they'd been missing for millennia?

Also, why bother building such a close emotional bond with him? Had they scouted him out before initiating conversation? Why not just take him though? After all, who would care about some fucking street rat? Nobody would even know he'd gone missing.

Then, he realised something else. They can't have scouted him out. He did have some friends after all, he wasn't that sad. Even on paper, Tubbo was powerful. Because he wasn't just Tubbo after all. He was Tubbo_ (soon to be Schlatt), an ex-teenage bloodbag much like himself who'd caught the attention of the mayor and was scheduled to be turned in a month.

Tubbo wouldn't rest until he was found. On paper, manipulating him was a horrible idea. So why was he chosen? What did the Crafts think they could do? Sure, they were rich vampires but what is money against the mayor of the literal city they'd lived in? They would risk being banned from both vampire-only and human spaces, a surefire way to get themselves killed.

Perhaps that was what the house was for? But they'd still get caught. There were systems in place to get vampires convicted of crimes and sure, the system wasn't perfect, but if Tubbo used the power he had, arrests would be made. Why would they take such a risk then? Why were they risking so much to make him suffer? What were they trying to achieve? Tommy knew his blood was quite good by vampiric standards (it just tasted a bit irony when he got a cut that one time) but surely it wasn't that good?

Also, why would they pay the 2,300 primes a month they had paid for a year (2,700 including his rent). Why did they pay for all of this stuff? Did they like him or hate him?

He wanted to know what was going on, but nobody was saying anything. Techno was basically silent the whole time and it was so weird.

If they wanted to scare him, why put him in his huge new room with a bunch of expensive clothes? Why? Nothing made any sense and everything hurt. Techno was upset and he felt like shit. Why was this whole family getting to him so badly? Fuck Phil, he was the coven leader. It was all Phil's fault.

As Tommy curled up to sleep, a plethora of thoughts racing through his mind, all he did was drown it out with a quick final "you're a fucking asshole, Phil."

He drifted off to sleep for the second time, deciding that he'd use the sleeping plan from before.

He would not allow himself to be manipulated again.

He was a big man, after all.