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 and Bound, Part 2 first!
Your first steps out of the cell
were stiff and awkward, your heart hammering in your chest as you waited for
Michael to spring out of the darkness and lock you back inside. You tread
tentatively towards the door; shallow, shaking breaths rattling in your lungs
as you made your escape.
You’d forgotten what it felt like to have the wind brush across your cheeks and
tangle through your hair, the goosebumps prickling at your skin as you tried to
settle the tremors that shook your body.
You had no idea where you were, a circle of trees surrounded the house and
blocked the view of the horizon. A rough, gravel road split the forest in two,
edging out through the trees and lit only by the weak moonlight above you. A
figure stood in the centre, his arms crossed across his chest as he watched
“I didn’t think you’d really leave.”
You flinched at the sound of his voice, subconsciously taking a step backwards,
your muscles tensing as you prepared to run. He moved towards you with speed,
halting a fraction of an inch before you, his teeth bared. You swallowed the
lump in your throat, determined not to let him hear the fear in your voice.
“You can’t hurt me, Calum.” You breathed, trying to meet his gaze. “I know what
He smirked, nodding his head slightly. He was too close for comfort, his body
nearly pressed up to yours as he looked down at you with the same ravenous
thirst in his eyes. You wanted to believe you were safe, but you knew he had to
be stood there for a reason. He’d done something terrible, or was about to.
“That’s true.” He sighed. “But unfortunately, that little piece of magic only
protects you. Poor Michael has
figured that out already.”
Your stomach dropped, the taste
of bile thick on your tongue as you tried to choke down his words. He’d hurt
Michael. You didn’t know how you knew, but the sinking feeling in your gut
promised you it was true. This is what Calum lived for, and you could see how
much he was enjoying himself as you tried not to cry. It was written in his
sadistic smile, his whole face lit with delight when yours crumpled. This was
his triumph, his favourite twist in a sick game, and he was determined to win. He’d
failed to break you once. He wasn’t going to fail again.
“Yes,” he grinned as you let a soft cry leave your lips. “That’s what I was
He leant back slightly, ducking his head down to try and force you to look at
“I’m feeling generous, though.” He jeered. “I’ll let him go, on one condition.”
The building was old and decrepit,
rotted wood nailed to a crumbling steel frame, the stone floor cracked and
split beneath your feet. Dust danced in the air, lit by the moon, and the wind
whistled through the crevices in the walls. You saw Michael immediately,
slumped against one of the beams, his eyes screwed shut in pain. Thick links of
silver were draped across his legs and wrists, the skin underneath raw and smouldering.
You made to move towards him, desperate to peel back the silver and free him,
but Calum had other plans. His hand circled your wrist, pulling you back into
the shadows and holding a finger up to his lips.
“Not yet.” He whispered.
Michael flinched at the sound of Calum’s voice, his eyes still closed as he
“Just kill me already.”
A boy stepped out from behind the
beam, another chain of silver held precariously in his hands, thick black
gloves protecting the skin underneath. He grabbed at Michael’s hair, tugging
his head back to lay the silver across the hollow of his neck. The sound of his
skin being seared mingled with his tortured cries as the metal sank into his
The realisation hit you hard, memories of Michael sat opposite you talking
about his best friend, hating that he never knew what had happened to him,
whether he was even alive. But now he knew.
You stumbled as Calum dragged you forwards, his grip tight on your arm. He
stopped a few feet from Michael, a twisted smile playing on his lips as Michael
opened his eyes.
His face fell in defeat when he saw you, a hushed get out of here leaving his lips as his brow creased and he winced
against the silver that cut into him.
You reached for him, yelping when Calum jerked you back.
“You know, I was so disappointed in
you, Michael.” He sneered, his fingers digging into your skin. “I offered you
so much, and you turned it down for this.”
He pushed you to the floor, the stone grazing the skin on your hands and knees.
Blood oozed slowly from the cuts, and you could see Ashton begin to twitch as
the scent hit him. His muscles tensed and rippled under his skin as his teeth
flashed, the urge to feed overwhelming, but the protection Michael had cast
over you holding him back.
“What do you think of your friend
now, Michael?” Calum grinned, watching Ashton snarl down at you. “He’s
different, right? He was very keen to
follow in your footsteps when I first turned him; but everyone breaks
eventually. He’s a little damaged, I’ll admit, but it was worth it. He’s my
most vicious progeny yet.”
You stared up at the curly haired boy who towered above you, trying to imagine
him as the smiling, loving boy Michael had described. There was no laughter in
his eyes anymore, only a thirst that set his whole body on edge with the need
to rip and tear into the soft skin of your neck. He had been twisted and
tormented into a savage monster, his soul destroyed, leaving not even a shred
of humanity behind. Just like his sire.
“What is the end game here, Calum?” Michael said quietly, rasping through the
pain. “Why have you brought her here? You can do what you want with me, but you
know you can’t hurt her. Let her go.”
His voice cut through you, the
aching defeat in his tone breaking your heart. You didn’t want to imagine what
they had done to him before you arrived, but you could see from the criss-crossing
wounds that streaked across his skin that they’d worked hard to break him. He
struggled against the silver as it continued to burn, and you wanted nothing
more than to crawl across to him and take away the pain. Looking at him now,
you knew that if the two of you somehow managed to get out of this, you would
never consider leaving him again.
“Michael, Michael, Michael. Always so dramatic.” Calum sighed. “I’m not here to
hurt her. I’m here to turn her.”
The fight returned to Michael’s eyes as he thrashed under the silver, spitting
curses and roaring in a mix of anger and agony. You tried to hold back the acid
that rose in your throat and threatened to choke you, Calum’s words on repeat
in your head.
“You can’t.” You whispered. “You can’t bite me.”
He smirked, crouching down in
front of you and ignoring the threats that spilled from Michael’s lips.
“Loophole. You ask me to turn you, and all that pretty little magic floats away.
So here’s the deal. You become one of us, and I will let Michael go.”
You stared at him, weighing his words in your head. You didn’t understand. You
knew this all fit into his game somehow, but you couldn’t believe that he was
so desperate to taste your blood that he would truly consider making you into
one of them. You looked up at him questioningly, trying to look past the excitement
in his eyes and guess his next move.
He read your mind. “If you’re wondering what I have to gain from this, it’s
that I won’t have to live with the shame of knowing my progeny is in love with
a human anymore.”
Calum stood, stepping aside so you could see Michael again. He was distraught, pleading
with you to leave, to forget about him and carry on with your life. He didn’t want
to see you become what he was, to have to fight against the monster buried
inside every second of the day. He’d rather die than see Calum sink his teeth
into your throat.
You heard the words as they left
his lips, but they muddled in your mind, your eyes focused on his battered and
broken body. The hands that had held you close and protected you were balled
into fists, nails cutting into his palms. His lips were pale and chapped, but you
remembered the way he’d pressed them to yours, refusing to fight what he felt
any longer. The leather bracelet he’d always fiddled with when he was nervous
still hung on his wrist, but was streaked with his blood. You couldn’t leave
him here to die at Calum’s hands. You wouldn’t.
You looked up at Calum, his arrogant smile already forming. He knew your answer
before the words had even left your lips.
His hands were at your neck, forcing your cheek to the cold, damp floor. He
tilted your chin, forcing your gaze to rest on Michael as he shouted out in
protest, begging for it all to stop. The bite was harsh and wild, the pain
searing down your spine, your whimpers strangled by the fingers that closed
tightly around your throat. Ashton watched on from beside Michael, a cruel grin
on his lips. Your vision was starting to fade, bordered in black and grey as the
life was drained from your body. You were struggling for breath when you
noticed the braided leather bracelet that circled Ashton’s wrist, identical to
the one Michael had always worn. And as your mind gave out, you wondered if Ash
even remembered now what those bracelets had meant to his old best friend.
You woke choking on mouthfuls of
dirt and soil, the weight of it pressing down on you as you frantically clawed
towards what you hoped was the surface. You wanted desperately to take a deep
breath, despite knowing deep down that you didn’t need to anymore. Anything to
try and cool the burning that coated your throat, to quench the thirst that had
dried your mouth and chapped your lips. Your fingers broke through the mud, and
you heaved yourself up into the night.
Your mind became alive with the smells of the forest, noises that you’d never
noticed before joining in a chorus that swirled through your ears.
Michael was sat against one of the trees, watching you carefully. His skin was
still raw and inflamed, deep burns carved into his flesh where the silver had
lain. He smiled weakly as you crawled towards him, and you knelt between his
knees. Your hands hovered by his face, too scared to touch him in case you hurt
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, reaching up and placing his hand over yours on
his cheek. “I never wanted this to happen. You shouldn’t have let him do this
You leant forward, carefully
pressing your lips to his. They didn’t feel cold anymore as you kissed him,
your skin now the same icy temperature as his. He winced, and you leant back,
watching him with concern.
“I couldn’t let them keep hurting you.” You sighed, locking your fingers with
his at his waist. “I care what happens to you, Mikey.”
The corners of his mouth tugged upwards, and he motioned for you to help him
stand. You tugged him to his feet, letting him lean back against the trunk of
the tree until the pain started to fade again.
“We need to get out of here.” He muttered, grimacing as he tried to loosen the
tension in his muscles. “Lay low for a bit; make sure Calum is really gone.”
You turned to start walking, but
his hands caught you by the waist, turning you back towards him.
“Are you sure about this?”
He was frowning, his brow creased in the middle as he looked down at you. You
understood his doubt. If you’d have walked away and let Calum kill him, no one
would have blamed you, not after what he’d done to you. But he’d changed since
that first night; he’d taken on the monster inside him and won. The boy who’d
snatched you wasn’t the same one who stood before you now, holding you tightly and
giving everything he had to try and protect you.
You smiled up at him.
“Somehow, Mikey, despite everything, I think I’m falling for you.”
He leant down for a kiss, but as
his lips met yours, you knew something wasn’t right.
A sharp, piercing pain cut through you like a blade, your heart tearing in two
as you pulled back from Michael. You could see the horror in his eyes, his lips
parted in a cry as you felt your whole body begin to collapse, the ache in your
chest spreading out to every limb. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Every
cell of your body was crumbling, breaking away into dust.
“You shouldn’t have let her break that protection, Mikey.” Calum sneered,
yanking the stake back out of your chest. “I
told you I’d have fun with her.”