Sanctuary: We Are What We Are Meant To Be
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amythorthreeTitle: We ARe What We Are Meant To Be
Wordcount: 509
Rating: PG
Characters: Nikola
Warning(s): Non graphic death
Prompt(s): Fall Fandom Free-For-All: The Five - Nikola gets vamped
Notes: This...does not fill the prompt as well as I would have liked but it got written anyway, so I am posting it and I will share it with the person without actually laying a claim on the prompt, so yes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Nikola and the slow decent into his vampirism.
It happens slowly, not just for him but for all of them. It creeps up on them, takes it's time instead of happening in an instant. Whether that was a blessing or a curse is still debated to this day.
Personally, Nikola can't decide. He goes back and forth, debating the meri8ts of transforming right in front of the others, losing control and attacking them or having it go the other way, the way it really went.
~~
He's alone in his rooms and he feels ill. Nothing feels right, it's as if his body has chosen to betray him in every way and he doesn't know why. His stomach lurches, his mouth feels wrong. Even his hands don't feel right, his fingers constantly flexing to try and relieve the tension that has built there.
He doesn't know what's going on, what could possibly be happening. He knows that it might have something to do with the blood, could be a possible side effect and, because of such a possibility, he has been keeping an account of his illness, as he has so chosen to look at it.
Nothing is making it better, in fact, he feels worse as time goes on, sicker and unable to eat anything. The thought of food makes his stomach rebel.
But he wants something, he craves it, he needs it like a man needs water but he doesn’t know, doesn't understand what it is. He just knows that he's going mad without it, going to rot if he can't get whatever it may be if he doesn’t find some relief.
He wanders the streets like a man lost, a man confused and abandoned and alone. He's not, he has the others and they are working to determine what may be causing his maladies but he doesn’t know if their work will be quick enough, if he will be able to hold off for much longer.
He knows he won't die, that's for certain, but he's not sure what he will do. There's something building in his chest and he’s afraid to find out what it may be.
But he doesn't have a choice in determining when that happens and all the while, every single moment after he transforms and drinks the poor, injured child's blood, he curses himself and the blood and the whole damned experiment.
Because look at what he is, a creature,a monster, someone who has lo9st all control and is left to be nothing more than a starved animal.
He disposes of the body, leaves it in the river and slits it's throat, makes it look like a murder (becuase he can't bring himself to think of it as such, it was a feeding and nothing more. Animals like him don't murder, they only feed.) before returning to his rooms again to write down the encounter.
Because whether he is an animal or not, whether he is something more, a creature above man or below them, he is still a scientist and such things must be documented for further research.
Wordcount: 509
Rating: PG
Characters: Nikola
Warning(s): Non graphic death
Prompt(s): Fall Fandom Free-For-All: The Five - Nikola gets vamped
Notes: This...does not fill the prompt as well as I would have liked but it got written anyway, so I am posting it and I will share it with the person without actually laying a claim on the prompt, so yes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Nikola and the slow decent into his vampirism.
It happens slowly, not just for him but for all of them. It creeps up on them, takes it's time instead of happening in an instant. Whether that was a blessing or a curse is still debated to this day.
Personally, Nikola can't decide. He goes back and forth, debating the meri8ts of transforming right in front of the others, losing control and attacking them or having it go the other way, the way it really went.
~~
He's alone in his rooms and he feels ill. Nothing feels right, it's as if his body has chosen to betray him in every way and he doesn't know why. His stomach lurches, his mouth feels wrong. Even his hands don't feel right, his fingers constantly flexing to try and relieve the tension that has built there.
He doesn't know what's going on, what could possibly be happening. He knows that it might have something to do with the blood, could be a possible side effect and, because of such a possibility, he has been keeping an account of his illness, as he has so chosen to look at it.
Nothing is making it better, in fact, he feels worse as time goes on, sicker and unable to eat anything. The thought of food makes his stomach rebel.
But he wants something, he craves it, he needs it like a man needs water but he doesn’t know, doesn't understand what it is. He just knows that he's going mad without it, going to rot if he can't get whatever it may be if he doesn’t find some relief.
He wanders the streets like a man lost, a man confused and abandoned and alone. He's not, he has the others and they are working to determine what may be causing his maladies but he doesn’t know if their work will be quick enough, if he will be able to hold off for much longer.
He knows he won't die, that's for certain, but he's not sure what he will do. There's something building in his chest and he’s afraid to find out what it may be.
But he doesn't have a choice in determining when that happens and all the while, every single moment after he transforms and drinks the poor, injured child's blood, he curses himself and the blood and the whole damned experiment.
Because look at what he is, a creature,a monster, someone who has lo9st all control and is left to be nothing more than a starved animal.
He disposes of the body, leaves it in the river and slits it's throat, makes it look like a murder (becuase he can't bring himself to think of it as such, it was a feeding and nothing more. Animals like him don't murder, they only feed.) before returning to his rooms again to write down the encounter.
Because whether he is an animal or not, whether he is something more, a creature above man or below them, he is still a scientist and such things must be documented for further research.