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With every step he took, the axe that hung from around his shoulder swayed from side to side, a reminder of what he used to be before the accident.
Technoblade, the 19-year-old boy, was one of the most famous vampire hunters, becoming a professional and very sought after at just the age of 15. A prodigy, the people would say, a miracle given to them by a higher power, to help them finally rid the world of all of the bloodsuckers. That all changed 4 months ago.
Memories of what exactly happened that day are still unclear to the pink haired vampire slayer, one moment he was dealing with a few low-level vampires, then suddenly he was falling to his knees, arms weak and unmoving, hanging limply by his sides. Before he knew it, he was in a very dark lit room, arms and legs tied with precision and clear intend to prevent any movement, sat on an old wooden chair. He remembers the dizziness, the inability to focus, the man who walked into the room with bravado and a smug face, boasting how all it took was just a moment of distraction, for the great vampire hunter genius to fall into his grasp.
Techno isn’t sure how long the monologue lasted, nor what was said really, most likely just the man's proclaims of greatness. His next somewhat coherent memory was the pain, a kind of agony he has never experienced before, a feeling like his entire being was being sucked out of his own body, followed by a feeling of something entering his system, only later finding out it was the process of being turned into a vampire himself.
It was quite ironic, a vampire hunter, one of the best, being turned into the very thing he was ridding this world of.
He remembers his ears hurting from his own screams filled with suffering, how his vision turned white and he couldn’t see, passing out only mere minutes after the venom entered his bloodstream.
The thing about turning humans into vampires though, when they become fledglings of the coven? They need blood of their sire, of the person who turned them, for at least two weeks, a month ideally. Techno was not granted this necessity.
The leader of the coven that managed to get him, was not quite yet highly ranked among the vampires, he barely had a century behind him, couldn’t be considered an elder yet. The man went by the name Schlatt, was arrogant and self-centered, but seeing as he easily managed to grab Techno and have him wrapped around his finger? Not as idiotic as one would think, sharpness and intelligence hidden behind those eyes.
The man simply watched Techno wither, with every day his body would try to fight the venom and the inevitable change becoming a vampire brought. Vampiric characteristics were long sharp ears, not unlike those of elves, but somewhat shorter, red piercing irises with the more slit pupils, the oval shapes lost with the monster's humanity. The bloodthirsty beings often had sharper nails and some even grew tails, as rare and unusual as that sounds. However, the most important change were the fledgling's teeth. All the teeth sharpened, but mainly the canine teeth became long and pointy. But that’s not exactly what happened to Techno.
You see, you need the sire's blood, not only to survive, but to develop your vampiric traits correctly and fight off your body's natural reflex to get the unknown substance out of your body. Schlatt knew this, and he purposely didn’t give any of his blood to the fledgling, watching the boy cry out in pain with every few minutes spent changing, knowing he would probably not make it half-way through his body’s change.
Technoblade's ears did sharpen and started growing- but never quite as much as normal vampires', his eyes gained a red hue, but never the bright red a vampire race was known for, straying more to maroon or brick color, a mixture of his original brown and the red seeping in. Strangely, he did grow a quite long tail, seemingly the only thing that grew right. But the worst side effect of the lack of sire’s blood had to be his teeth, while they all sharpened, and his canines grew longer and edged, the lower two twisted and crooked outside of his mouth, like tusks, poking slightly out of his mouth.
His body was drained of all energy and he felt like he was already dead by the time 4th day rolled in. He was convinced Schlatt’s plan was to watch the newly turned fledgling die in pain and hunger, joyful in the fact that one of the biggest threats to their kind would perish. And Techno thinks, that’s what was supposed to happen, a kind of karma for killing so many of their people kind, slaughtering them left and right, without care for the survivors of the families left behind.
But it never did, because the memory of his changing wasn’t the last. Instead he felt too aware of everything, his mind picking up every little detail and sensation, skin itchy and uncomfortable under the layers of clothing and the ropes that no longer tied his limbs together and to his body. He was no longer in the chair either, standing in an unknown hall, blood spilled everywhere he looked, bodies littered on the floor, furniture and even stairs. Red was covering his entire body, the once blue knitted loose jumper having no hint of its original color, neither did the shirt under it nor his pants or shoes, everything dripping blood.
His hands shook as he brought them closer to his line of sight, noticing how the blood was stuck under his slightly enlengthened nails, now more resembling claws. His gaze traveled to the massacre around him, surveilling the strangers he never met, faceless vampires lying in the pools of their own blood.
As if on cue, his entire focus was averted to the sweet taste in his mouth, euphoria of indescribable flavors, hitting his taste buds just right. He brought his hand to his lips, trying to recall what could taste so divine, and maybe figure out what had happened to all the bodies spread around the mansion. At that moment he caught a movement in his peripheral and his eyes shot up to a person standing on the other side of the room, strikingly familiar.
His entire demeanor changed from confused to defensive, his hand falling away from his mouth to hold in front of his body, his other hand following, stance ready to strike before he could really think about it. The person mimics him, perfectly in sync, not one little mistake or delay in the movements, making him pause once again, the person following the motion as before. It was only then that Techno realized he was staring at his own reflection, as bizarre as it was.
He was covered in blood, literally from head to toe, his pink hair almost unrecognizable under those layers of dried blood, the tips letting some drops fall still. His clothes had tears, some smaller than others, similarly his skin was covered in small but quickly healing cuts and scratch marks. Disbelievingly, his eyes followed as he raised his hand near his pale face, long fingers resting just under the right eye, now a mix of his previous warm brown and the red of a vampire. His hand dropped slightly, landing on his lower canines that were prodding from behind his lips, opening his mouth to see how alien the teeth alignment looked. Under his mouth, a trail of dried blood coated most of his chin red. And if anything had to prove to Techno the weight of his new reality, it was this.
It all came crashing and the boy swayed slightly, breath quickening. He was a vampire. He was a vampire hunter.
What was he supposed to do?
Hours later, after trying to ground himself and come to terms with the new development why wasn’t he dead he decided to cautiously scout the building for any potential survivors. Finding only bodies though, he could only ask himself, did he do this? After what seemed like forever, Techno did end up finding Schlatt, or what was left of him. He honest to god looked like a lemon squeezed dry, all withered and even paler than natural for vampires. It was the image he pictured he’d look like, after the transformation, or the attempt of, all withered and curled up on himself.
Looking closer, he could tell there were massive bite marks over Schlatt’s wrists and neck, the main feeding areas for bloodsuckers. A chunk of the flesh was hanging from his neck, something clearly and aggressively tore the flesh out. He did this.
It didn’t take long for Techno to piece it all together, in the last ditch attempts to keep himself alive, his not yet fully changed body went on a rampage, his inner fledgling craving its sire’s blood. He’s been denied the blood for days, right after his turning, something considered taboo in vampire circles.
He left the corpses as they were, deciding there was no more salvaging the place. Techno’s still unsettled mind looked for an out, any way to get his attention off the dead undead.
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In his typical fashion, he decided to raid the place. Anything valuable? Yoink, his now. He needed money for his journey out anyways what will he do once he goes back home? and all his stuff were somewhere too, unless they sold them while he was slowly dying. He ended up finding his weapons and bags in one of the storage rooms, taking some pouches filled with golden coins and stashing them away for later.
But before he’d leave, Techno looked back at the slumped body of his sire, hesitant for only a minute, before crouching down and taking two of his rings, one with the family insignia and the other with a huge ruby in the center, putting them on his middle and ring finger of his left hand. He headed for the main entrance right after.
That was 4 months ago.
Becoming a vampire was a struggle, the idea that from now on, the only substance needed to survive was not water nor food, those things becoming unappealing very fast, but a red liquid that pumped through the bodies of people he meant to protect. Well not necessarily his duty exactly, he was in the shtick for the money, being a vampire slayer paid more than well enough and the money from a few hunts could last him decades of easy life.
As it turns out, the rumors of one of the best hunters being turned caused enormous outburst of panic in the public eye, leaving the residents of every village and city shaking in fear. After all, if one of the best and most skilled hunters turned against humanity, what hope to survive did they have.
Technoblade decided to continue his vampire hunting, hoping the pay would roll back in after he started completing missions. He was trained to keep up with vampires as a human, and now that he gained enhanced speed and strength, he was practically unstoppable. He slaughtered house after house, coven after coven, but after 2 weeks of killing vampires, he grew bored of it, getting no compensation from all the massacres and vampire blood while sufficient in filling his growing hunger, not as tasty or nutrient as that of humans. His mind started chanting at him, whenever he passed through villages, for blood, for the relief of being properly fed, for finally caving in and letting his urges to drink somebody dry run wild.
And he did. After the third week of being a bloodsucker, he let his mind shut down, letting his inner vampire run free and when he got a hold of sanity, he appeared on the edge of a village, everything painted red. His stomach was full, lips covered in red he craved so much, and leaving no survivors in his wake.
That’s how he got the title of a Blood God, a monster who would massacre anyone regardless of if you were a human or a vampire, an unstoppable force which if you somehow came face to face with, you were to flee on the spot and pray the beast is already full. Not many are lucky enough to say they survived the Blood God’s rampages.
After the 4th month of being a vampire, everything became hollow and meaningless, both of Techno’s hands and neck were covered in vampiric jewelry he wore from all the covens he destroyed, he even had one small earring he got from his latest rampage in a vampire village in his pocket, thinking about getting his ears pierced and starting to wear earrings as well. The jewelry might have been considered a fashion statement, but it served a higher purpose, not just to look fancy, but to be a clear warning for those, who thought better to attack the pink haired boy.
“Stay clear of the pink haired vampire Blood God "
Techno huffed at the thought as he passed through yet another village, not yet feeling like it’s time to eat and might just leave these people be. Trudging down the market, he picked out some pouches to carry smaller things more organized, taking his sweet time to head to the edge of the settlement and continue on his seemingly never-ending journey.
By the time techno got to the edge of the village, the house becoming scarce and with huge gardens in between them, a small blur of bright green caught his eye, his head lazily turning in its direction, attention all divided on the man he could recognize anywhere, no matter how much time has passed.
Dream.
Techno wouldn’t say he and Dream were close, not even friends, no. They were colleagues, rivals of sorts, at least in their competitive eyes. Dream was his age, around his height, his head was almost always covered by the hood of his green poncho, cut short around the front but extended to his heels at the back. Dream hid behind a porcelain white round mask, with a smile intricately painted onto it. An entire arsenal of weapons hid all over his body, Dream was considered one of the best vampire hunters.
The said vampire hunter was now holding a small fledgling by the neck, a silver coated dagger poking the child’s stomach, a sadistic smile hidden behind the mask no doubt. The blonde bloodsucker was holding back tears, not moving an inch, more than convinced about his fate, before his eyes landed on Techno, a spark of hope bubbling up in those red orbs.
‘Please help’ they said.