Optimus Prime: Vampire Hunter

Safety

Optimus walked into a barely destroyed apartment complex. He dropped his bag, and walked into a washroom. He turned on the washrack. Hot water pounded onto his armor's surface, washing away the black blood, and relaxing his sore muscles. He sighed in relief, when he last was in a wash rack like this, was when he helped his conjunx give birth to their daughter. He remembered that night, being waken up by his love, the screaming, the crying, the threats of being disassembled and reassembled save for his spike. His conjunx pushing their infant out of his body. And he remembered the cry of his little girl. 

She was born healthy and small. Her cries were like music. He remembers holding her.

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"She has a strong grip." Optimus said with a smile, he sat next to Ratchet, who was still laying the tub, exhausted and drained from over ten hours of labor. Their daughter gripping her Sire's digit with her tiny servos. He was cradling her. She finished squalling and crying, right now she's getting used to her Sire's field. 

"We need a name." The midwife said, holding a data pad, full of information, save for the name. 

Optimus looked at Ratchet, who looked at their child. She was white with light blue on her shoulders, stripes on her chest, and she had little wings. She looked like a snowstorm, no, a blizzard. 

"Blizzard." He muttered, he looked at Ratchet, who nodded in agreement. It felt, right to name her that. 

"her name is Blizzard." He announced, the midwife signed it in. She smiled with a satisfied expression. 

"A fine choice for a femme like her." She exited the room, to leave the new Creators with their creation. 

Optimus smiled. He looked at Ratchet, "You did good." 

Ratchet snorted, "You're damn right I did good." His response earned him a slight snort of laughter. Optimus pressed his forehelm against his. 

"She has your chevrons." He pointed out, Ratchet looked, and saw, a pair of light blue chevrons on her head. She opened her optics, big bright blue optics shone. She blinked. Her optics focused on her Carrier, who smiled at her. 

"Hi, baby." He cooed, gently taking her from Optimus's arms and rocking her. 

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Optimus returned to the present after having that memory play in his head. He opened his optics, he felt a wetness from his optics, he reached up and touched his cheek plating, he felt a wet track. Tears. It's been a while since he cried. He steeled his nerves. He shouldn't be crying, all his tears were shed seven years ago when he watched his family get torn away from him. 

His tears were a sign of weakness to him. 

"Pull it together." He muttered to himself. He got up, the black blood washed away, he looked in the mirror. His face dirty. He wanted to clean it, but decided against it. Why should he continue? 

He exited the washroom, and looked at the berth toppled on the floor. He looked away, more memories coming back. Ones he didn't want to replay, but they did. 

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"She's crying again." Optimus muttered to Ratchet, they were in their shared room, trying to sleep. Blizzard, now a few months old at this point was crying. Ratchet groaned, "It's your turn to deal with her." Optimus sighed, already feeling his body being pushed out by his conjunx. He got up, and walked to her room. 

Blizzard was laying in her crib, crying. Her room was a nice baby blue color, with pictures of dancing animals, toys were neatly organized in bins, a rocking chair was in the corner. Optimus walked over and picked her up, "It's okay." he whispered, gently rocking her. She slowly calmed down.