Just one bite Astarion x reader

Well at least you've met my family now

I will not be posting for the holidays, I will be in the middle of nowhere with no internet. I will continue to post again in January!

The night was shrouded in an eerie silence as we continued our journey, the conversation with Astarion about altering the ascension ritual weighing heavily on our minds. The sense of foreboding that hung in the air was suddenly shattered by an unexpected intrusion—a group of vampiric figures emerged from the shadows, their presence ominous and menacing.

"Peace, brother. We're here to take you home," one of the vampire spawn declared, his voice dripping with a chilling resonance. "The Master needs all seven of us for the ceremony. Come with us and be reborn. We'll live again."

Astarion stood tall, his gaze unwavering, a blend of defiance and determination etched on his features. "I'm well aware of what the Master needs. But don't we deserve better?"

The conversation between Astarion and the vampiric figures unfolded, revealing a conflict that ran deeper than mere loyalty. The desire for freedom, revenge, and a chance to break the shackles that bound them emerged in their words.

"You want more than power, more than to walk in the sun," Astarion challenged, his voice laced with conviction. "You want to see him dead. I'll complete the ritual as the Ascendant, and then I'll kill him. Stand with me, name me your new Master, and we'll get our revenge."

The tension crackled in the air as the vampiric siblings wrestled with their allegiance and desires. The bonds of servitude clashed with the longing for freedom, leaving a palpable uncertainty in the night.

"Perhaps we can get back at Cazador and finish the ritual," one of the vampiric figures murmured, their voice tinged with a flicker of hope.

But the bonds that held them tight, the oppressive ownership of Cazador, weighed heavily upon their decisions. "The bonds hold. He owns us. We have no choice. We must obey," another one confessed.

Before further deliberation could take place, chaos erupted. The campsite was assaulted by the sudden appearance of the vampire spawn, Astarion's "siblings," plunging us into a chaotic battle.

Weapons clashed, spells crackled through the air, and shadows danced in the flickering light of the campfire as we fought against the onslaught of the vampire spawn. The night echoed with the clash of steel and the eerie cries of the undead, the campsite transformed into a battlefield where survival was the only option.

Gale conjured protective wards, Shadowheart invoked divine blessings, while Lae'zel met the foes head-on, her determination unwavering. Amidst the chaos, Astarion fought with a blend of skill and fury, his vampiric abilities unleashed in a display of lethal grace.

The battle was fierce, the odds seemingly stacked against us, but we fought with a unified resolve. Each strike, each spell cast, was a testament to our determination to survive and protect each other.

As the final echoes of battle faded and the last of the vampire spawn fell, the campsite lay in disarray, the aftermath of the conflict painting a grim scene. Wounded but alive, we caught our breaths, the weariness of battle settling in.

"What a mess," Astarion quipped, though a glint of amusement danced in his eyes. "At least you've met my family now."

The tension of the encounter lingered in the air, the revelation of the vampiric siblings' conflicting desires and the struggle against their bonds sinking in. We gathered around the campfire, mending our wounds and assessing the aftermath of the conflict that had unfolded.

The events of the night had cast a shadow over our earlier discussions about altering the ascension ritual. The complex web of loyalties, desires for revenge, and the overpowering grip of Cazador's control had left us facing a more convoluted path than we had initially anticipated.