𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 [ᴄʜɪsᴄᴀʀᴀ] 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕 - 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Scaramouche lay on the soft mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind heavy with thoughts. Childe's information about his species months ago had left him in turmoil.

"Can I really get pregnant? Or is that dickhead messing with me?" he grumbled, sitting up with a huff. He ran his hand through his hair, fixing the messy parts.

He had a feeling that Childe was trying to mess with his head, but a small part of him couldn't shake the possibility that the hunter was telling the truth. It was starting to get frustrating.

A small section of his mind wanted him to stop fighting and just give in. He sighed softly, rubbing his temples.

Before he could think any more, he heard the door open. Looking over, he saw Childe entering. Scaramouche furrowed his brows and scoffed, looking away and rolling his eyes.

Childe, still nursing a hangover, stayed silent, placing a blood bag on the desk in the room before leaving without a word.

Scaramouche watched the hunter leave, then turned his attention to the blood bag. He walked over to the desk, picked it up, and sank his fangs into it, drinking the blood. As he drank, he couldn't help but find Childe's silence odd, though he chose to ignore it.

Finishing the blood inside the plastic bag, he threw it away and wiped the blood dripping down his chin with the back of his hand.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of the trees outside. Scaramouche's thoughts wandered back to Childe's words.

Could it be true? Could he, a vampire, really carry a child? The idea seemed ludicrous, yet the uncertainty gnawed at him. He had always prided himself on his knowledge and strength, but this new revelation left him feeling vulnerable and confused.

He lay back down on the bed, his mind racing. Despite his disdain for Childe, he couldn't deny that the hunter had a way of getting under his skin. Whether it was through his taunts or the unsettling truths he revealed, Childe had a knack for shaking Scaramouche's confidence.

As he lay there, he heard footsteps approaching again. The door creaked open, and Childe stepped inside, looking slightly more composed. "Feeling better?" Scaramouche asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"oh, shut it. you're no different with your bloodlust." childe replied with a scoff as he crossed his arms and turning his attention towards scaramouche.

Scaramouche snorted, his eyes narrowing. "Bloodlust is a necessity for me, hunter. What's your excuse for getting drunk?"

Childe shrugged, leaning against the door frame. "Everyone has their vices, vampire. Besides, sometimes even I need a break from hunting your kind."

Scaramouche sat up, crossing his arms. "Convenient excuse. But what about the things you told me months ago? About... my species."

Childe's expression became more serious. "Ah, the Luminarix traits. You still hung up on that?"

Scaramouche scowled, but his curiosity was evident. "Can you blame me? It's not every day you get told you might be able to... you know."

Childe nodded, walking closer and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I wasn't lying, Scaramouche. Luminarix vampires are rare, and their ability to conceive is even rarer. But it happens."

The vampire's glare softened slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Why? Why would vampires have that ability?"

Childe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Vampires have been around for centuries. Over time, some adapted to ensure their survival. The Luminarix are a result of that adaptation—an evolutionary quirk, if you will. Their ability to conceive ensures their lineage continues, especially in times when feeding becomes scarce or hunters become too efficient."

Scaramouche processed this information, his mind whirling. "So, it's just another way to survive. But why haven't I heard about this from my own kind?"

Childe shrugged. "Maybe your elders wanted to protect you from that knowledge. Or maybe they thought it wasn't necessary for you to know until you were ready."

Scaramouche huffed, frustration evident. "Ready? Ready for what? To become some breeding tool for those old geezers of a human?"

Childe met his gaze, his expression unreadable. "No, to understand your full potential and the responsibilities that come with it."

The room fell silent, the weight of Childe's words hanging heavily in the air. Scaramouche lay back down, staring at the ceiling once more. "It's too much to take in," he muttered.

Childe nodded in understanding. "Take your time, Scaramouche. Just know that I'm not your enemy. We may be on opposite sides, but knowledge can be a powerful ally."

Scaramouche didn't respond, lost in thought. Childe stood up, making his way to the door. "I'll leave you to rest. We'll talk more when you're ready."

As the door closed behind Childe, Scaramouche felt a strange mix of emotions. Confusion, frustration, and a small, reluctant sense of gratitude. Despite their animosity, Childe had given him something to think about, something that could change his understanding of himself and his kind.

With a sigh, Scaramouche closed his eyes, trying to find some semblance of peace amid the chaos of his thoughts.

after what felt like forever, the door opens and childe enters with a blood bag. "Y'know, you gotta learn not to be picky with blood. Never knew vampires can be a picky eater" childe said as he walked in and giving scaramouche the blood bag.

"Tsk, humans are not the only creature whom can be picky with their meals" replied scaramouche as he snatched the blood bag and drank it before tossing the emptied bag aside.

"yeah, yeah, fair point. The neighbor's cat refused to eat raw fish" childe huffed and crossed his arms, musing scaramouche.

"I can tell when you mock me, mortal." Scaramouche scowled as he glared at the ginger. Childe only let out a chuckle in response before eventually speaking.

"Hey, I'm just saying! You might kill me by drinking my blood 3 times a day." Childe stated out with his signature smug grin.

"A good option, I'd say" the vampire replied and placed a hand on his hips.

"Heh, really? Because you won't be able to leave if I die. Let alone, drink blood to survive." The hunter points out with a shrug.

Scaramouche's glare intensified, but he didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned his back on Childe, contemplating the hunter's words. The truth was, despite his hatred for being caged, Scaramouche couldn't deny the logic in Childe's statement. Without the hunter, his chances of survival were slim.

"either way, have you made up your mind?" childe asked, leaning back against the wall. scaramouche, raising a brow, looked at childe.

"about what?.." he asks, seemingly forgotten whatever it was.

childe shook his head a bit. "vampires really are that old huh?" he said, as a way to joke. scaramouche narrowed his eyes, frowning. "well, about becoming an ally and just.. be a team i suppose."

scaramouche thought about it for a while before eventually gave in. "..fine. i'll be your companion, hunter. better than being stuck in here for who knows how long." he could feel like weights were lifted from his shoulders as he finally agreed.

childe's eyes lit up at those words and grinned. "great! but you should know the process of being someone's ally, no?" he says, pushing off the wall. he could hear the grumble that scaramouche let out.

"i do. you can save the trouble to explain it." replied the exasperated vampire as he approach childe. "let's get this over with."

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