Band Member: Michael
Type: Vampire AU
Request: “ Honestly… I just really need a vampire!michael where he takes you for your amazing blood ( O- or something I read that’s their fav) bc he needs a ‘blood slave’ And he falls in love with you, and starts to want to make you feel good while he drinks your blood instead of hurting you like it did in the beginning” - Anon.
Details: Please read Bound, Part 1 first!
They must have been able to hear
how your heart had started to race in panic, the blood they craved rushing
through your veins and calling out them, igniting their thirst. Michael let go
of your waist, stepping defensively in front of you, a physical barrier between
him and the boy at the door.
He’d told you more about his sire, sparing no gruesome details. Calum, like most
of their kind, liked to inflict pain. He kept his prey half alive for weeks at
a time, bringing them to the edge of death with bites and knives and fists,
refusing to let them go until their bodies were too broken for him to play
with. Then he’d drain them, agonisingly slowly, watching the life fade from
“Why don’t we go out and hunt?” Michael suggested, trying to sound nonchalant,
the tension in his body giving him away. “She’s on recovery time; I took too
much from her yesterday.”
Calum frowned, leaning on the doorframe.
“Don’t lie to me, Michael. I can smell her blood from here, she’s fine.”
He whistled; a sharp, piercing burst that echoed around the room. Footsteps
thundered from past the door, coming down from above. Another boy appeared
beside Calum, tall and broad shouldered, eyes focused on you and Michael as his
teeth chewed at the piercing in his lip.
Michael moved away, stepping out of the cell and locking it behind him,
slipping the key into his pocket. Calum rolled his eyes.
“Well then at least go with Luke and fetch the ones I have waiting upstairs. We
were going to take them with us, but we can eat here instead.”
Michael hesitated, glancing over
his shoulder at you. You could see the debate he was having in his head, deciding
whether or not to leave you down here with Calum. The cell was designed to keep
you in, not to keep others of his kind out. It would offer you no protection if
Calum decided he wanted you. But if he refused, he risked angering the one
person who could force him to do something much worse.
He was gone in a second, Luke following close behind. The door clicked shut
behind them, Calum slowly stepping towards you. You felt your heart rate
increase as you shrank back against the wall, his smug expression telling you
he was well aware of your fear.
“Don’t think for a second that he cares what happens to you, girl. I know what
he’s told you.” He smirked, hands gripping the iron bars of your cell. “That
he’s not like the others? That he doesn’t want to hurt you? It’s lies.”
You averted your gaze, staring down at the floor and trying to ignore him. Michael
had told you about the mind games Calum liked to play, driving people to the
point of madness just to see them destroy themselves, all for his own
entertainment. But how could he know what Michael had said to you when the two
of you were alone?
“He doesn’t see you as anything
more than a sack of blood.”
You shook your head, trying to blot out his words. They were too easy to
believe, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of thinking he’d won.
Michael was changing; he’d spent hours talking to you, he was gentle with you,
he’d kissed you. He was winning
against the urges that pressed against him, rejecting them, trying to be more human
“He tricked you.” Calum hissed. “Your
blood tastes a thousand times better if you’re happy; he’s only doing it so he
gets a better fucking meal.”
The words hit you like a truck; your breath catching in your throat as your
head whipped up to look at him. He was leering down at you, teeth bared in an
arrogant grin. He knew he was breaking you down, and although you wanted to
fight it, you couldn’t stop what he was saying from getting under your skin.
“He’s getting you with the old Stockholm Syndrome cliché. Look at you. You’re
in a cage. If you were anything more
to him than blood, why would he keep you like this?”
Your knees buckled, and you slid
down the wall to the floor. You stared down at your wrists, damaged and torn, your
neck throbbing with the bruises and wounds Michael had left you with. Calum was
telling the truth; Michael didn’t feel anything for you. You were a slave for
him, available at any time for him to feed from. The conversation was a ruse,
forcing you to abandon your hopeless mentality and improve how you tasted for
him. And the kiss. It was all planned.
Calum stepped back, letting go of the bars and moving a few feet away just in
time for Michael to appear at the doorway. His infuriated scowl faded into a
mask of relief as he stared across at you. He seemed pleased that Calum hadn’t attacked
you, but you knew better now. It was all pretend. Luke pushed past him and
stood beside Calum, watching you from the corner of his eye.
“There were no girls upstairs, Callum.” Michael said carefully, each word
measured. “I don’t know what you’re game is-”
The rest of his sentence blurred in your ears, your mind focusing on one word.
Game. It was all a game to him, every word he’d spoken to you, every touch of
his fingers, of his lips. He was messing with your mind, just like his sire had
taught him to.
“Just let them bite me, Michael.”
You snapped bitterly, staring up at him.
He recoiled at your tone, his brow furrowing in confusion.
You shrugged. “I mean, isn’t that all I’m here for? To be a permanent blood
His scowl returned, fists clenched down by his sides as he walked across to the
gate. His hands paused on the padlock when you stood up, and you raised your
eyebrows at him questioningly.
“You don’t have to do this.” he said quietly, his gaze fixed intently on yours.
“I don’t want you to.”
You glared him, resentment bubbling in your veins. You were done with his false
compassion. “What, you don’t like to share? Just let them in, for fucks sake.”
“Fine.” He growled, slamming the gate open and holding his arm out, signalling
for the others to help themselves.
They set upon you eagerly, your defiance
quickly broken by the greedy look in their eyes and the sadistic, twisted
smiles on their lips. Luke attacked first, his hand wrapping around your throat
and forcing you down onto the floor. He pressed your head against the wall, his
grip tightening around your neck as he exposed the mottled skin. Your hands
flew up to his arm instinctively as his fingers dug in, trying to pull him away
before he suffocated you. His eyes were drawn to your wrists, and the sore, red
skin that circled around them.
His grasp loosened slightly and you gasped for breath, unaware of the malice
that shone in his eyes. He threw you down, straddling your waist and pinning
your right arm with his foot. He grabbed for your left wrist, twisting it
awkwardly up towards his face.
“No, please, don’t!” You pleaded,
finally realising what he planned to do.
He glanced over at Calum, a lazy smile on his face.
“I love it when they beg.”
His teeth pierced into your wrist, tearing through the tender skin and sending
daggers of pain shooting up your arm. The blood burned as is flowed across half
healed wounds, his bite increasing in ferocity as you squirmed and cried
beneath him. You turned your head to the side, seeing Calum grinning down at
you, his tongue licking at his lips as he anticipated his turn. Michael was
half turned away from you; his expression pained whenever he looked back and
saw you writhing on the floor. Your shrieks made him flinch, his fingers
twisting around the bracelets on his wrist as he tried to ignore them.
Luke finally pulled his lips
away, throwing your arm to the floor. Finger shaped bruises blossomed on your
skin, your wrist oozing blood from shredded skin, torn and inflamed. He
shuffled off you, kneeling by your side as you cradled your arm to your chest,
tears silently spilling down your cheeks.
Calum was beside you before you could wipe them away.
“Keep her down.” He growled.
Luke clamped his hands onto your shoulders, your knees jerking up as you tried
to pry him off. Calum gripped your ankles to stop you, sliding his hands up to
your thighs as he knelt between them, his strength impossible to fight.
“I see Michael’s always fed from your neck.” He mused, hands creeping up to
your stomach. “But me? I’m more of a femoral vein kind of guy.”
He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants, tugging them down to
your ankles in one swift movement. You screamed, desperately trying to kick him
away as he pushed your legs apart, your nails scratching at Luke’s skin, your
hips bucking as Calum’s teeth lowered to your thigh.
You cried out for Michael in desperation, your voice breaking as it caught in
His upper lip curled in a snarl
as he materialised in the cell, shoving an unprepared Calum hard on the
shoulder and sending him sprawling to the floor.
“Get your hands off her.” He growled
at Luke, teeth bared in warning.
He let go, and you scrambled behind Michael for protection, tugging at your
trousers with shaking hands. Calum pushed himself to his feet, lifting his
chest and squaring up to Michael, an indignant look on his face.
“Are you really sure you want to start this, Clifford?” He asked, his tone
threatening. “I am your sire. I made
you, and I can just as easily destroy you.”
You tried not to whimper as he spat the words out; sure that one false word
from Michael would result in your death. People didn’t take things away from
Calum, he’d made that much clear to you in the stories he’d told.
“She is nothing, Michael. She’s just
a blood bag.”
Michael leant forward, his face inches from Calum’s, his eyes wild.
“She is mine.”
The word had a sudden effect on
Calum, his whole body jerking away, forcing him to take a step back. His
expression was filled with disgust, the same mask of revulsion echoed on Luke’s
face as he sneered down at you.
“But she’s human.”
Michael leant down, his eyes never leaving Calum’s face as he gripped under
your arm and pulled you to your feet. His body guarded you possessively, his
hand reaching back to rest on your hip. You didn’t understand what was
happening, but all you cared about was that you were no longer pinned beneath
the two monsters who stood before you.
“She is mine.”
Calum snorted, pushing Luke out of the cell and following close behind him.
Michael turned; tracking their movements, always making sure his body was in
front of yours. Calum paused at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder at the
two of you still stood in the cell.
“You can’t protect her forever.” He hissed. “We’ll be back.”
Your legs buckled as they left, Michael’s
hands jutting out to catch you before you hit the floor. He rested you down
gently, your back against the iron bars of the cell. It was the position he
normally took for himself, but now he was knelt at your side, concern on his
“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand hovering by your shoulder.
You nodded, staring down at your knees. You weren’t sure why he cared. He’d
won, the others had left and he had your precious blood to himself once again.
What did it matter that your heart was beating too quickly, or that your wrist
burned where Luke had torn into it. You were alive, and therefore so was his
source of food.
“Calum told me.” You whispered. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”
“Told you what?”
You sighed, struggling to find the energy to hide the bitterness in your tone
as you explained. He listened patiently, but he couldn’t hide the hurt that was
growing in his eyes, deepening with each word. When you were finished, he
reached down, placing his hand over yours and gripping tightly.
“He was messing with your head,”
he mumbled, “like he always does. It’s not true.”
You pulled your hand away.
“Don’t lie to me, please. Not again.”
He collapsed beside you, pressing his own back to the bars and throwing his
head back to let out a growl of frustration.
“Do you know why they left?” He asked, staring up at the ceiling. When you didn’t
reply, he continued. “When a vampire claims someone as his, it lays down this kind of barrier, one that no one else can
break. You became untouchable the moment I said it; they couldn’t hurt you, no
matter how much they tried.”
You shrugged. As thankful as you were for him stopping Calum in his tracks, he’d
still tricked you and made you believe you were something more to him.
Protecting you from other vampires wouldn’t take away the fact that played you
for his own benefit.
He turned his head towards you, watching you carefully.
“It only works if the vampire is in love with the person they want to protect.”
You looked up at him in
confusion, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he waited for your response.
You couldn’t give him one, your mind racing too fast to piece together anything
more than a strangled ‘what?’
His hand brushed against your cheek, cupping it and tilting your face
upwards as he brought his lips to yours. His kiss was eager, cool against your
chapped lips as his fingertips traced down your jaw. He ended it quickly,
leaning back but keeping his hand under your chin, stopping you from turning
“I’m going to go, now. Just for a short while.” He mumbled. “If you only feel
fear when I’m with you, then I want you to leave too. Get away from here, from me, and start again.”
He let go, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards the gate. He stopped
for a second at the bars, staring down at his feet as he spoke.
“But if you think you could learn to love me too, if you would live beside me
and not in this cell, and let me show you who I really am… Then please, don’t
He disappeared, using his speed to bolt out of the room before you could speak.
You stared across at the gate,
still swung wide open on its hinges. He was offering you your freedom. You
stood, heart racing as you rushed across to the gate, unable to believe that he
was really going to let you go, after all that had happened. You couldn’t refuse
his offer, your one chance to escape.
And yet you paused at the gate, your foot hovering above the first patch of
floor past the iron bars.
Your mind was screaming at you, telling you to run before he changed his mind.
But something was twisting in your gut and tearing at your heart, compelling
you to stay put.
Michael hadn’t lied to you. He’d really wanted you to be happier, and he’d
hated himself for hurting you in the first place. He’d tried so hard to fight
the animalistic urges that surged through him, and he’d finally been starting
to win. Because of you. Because he loved you.
But he was a monster.
You sighed, trying to push away
the thoughts that intruded into your head. You’d made your decision. You knew
what you had to do.