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Very sick and very sleepy but this is making me feel better -w- "He made the compelling argument of 'it's not like vampires can get lung cancer'" was way too funny to me for no reason lol. Also, I want to wrap Bright up in a warm blanket and give him tea my boi needs some rest from all this hurt ;-;

(And thank you so much for tagging me btw ^-^)

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 4: the sun

TW: this Chapter contains purposefully induced PTSD flashbacks, self harm and smoking if any of these topics make you uncomfortable I recommend you scroll to below the red line, past this line is after the potentially uncomfortable situation ends.

Ftm trans Bright eyes (he/him pronouns)

Bright smoked as he sat on the roof of the solaire mansion.

Not so long ago he renounced smoking and demoted himself to vapeing but he made the compelling argument of 'its not like vampires can get lung cancer' besides, when he exhaled smoke protruded out of the bite holes in his neck and to him that was a compelling enough reason.

As he exhaled, the memories he'd made over the last few hours played in his head.

He did have a lot of fun with Vincent. It did feel good to hang out with another vampire that wasn't Sam, Fred or just some guy he met at a bar because his friends sucked.

So....why was he here?

He looked towards the horizon as he took a drag of the cigarette, in the direction of Wonder World.

The sun was creeping almost menacingly over the horizon but Bright had some time to kill before the sun came out of hiding.

He had a good day. He had found someone to talk to besides Tanker that truly understood him.

So why. Was. He. Here?

He asked himself again, eyes still attached to the horror movie set of a place he was made in.

Finally he closed his eyes, allowing the smoke to coil around him.

He remembered everything....he remembered everything as if it happened only yesterday.

The way the excitement melted away into dread and horror as the skull of Quinn's last victim rolled into view.

The way Fred ran, the way Bright lingered on a little longer than him.

Fred may have begun running before him but Bright was faster and it wasn't long before he overtook him.

Somewhere along the way Fred had fallen behind.

It was a good thing Fred told him to keep going because he probably would have kept running anyway and Fred would probably hate him even more than he already dose if that had been the case.

At least that's what Bright told himself.

Bright's heart rate began to increase so he instinctually took another drag.

He kept. On. Running.

Eventually the sound of his best friend's voice got quiet, whether or not it was due to distance or the fact that he was dead wouldn't be known until later on.

Because of this, Bright allowed himself to slow down. How many worst mistakes of your life can you make in one night?

Until eventually he heard a sound that could only be described as "woosh" and he was knocked to the ground along with his breath.

A low groan came from him before the ability to breathe was put into question.

Then HE appeared.

At first he was just a silhouette then his features became visible as he grabbed Bright's wrists and dropped his knees onto his stomach and chest.

He could still hear his voice...

"You should have listened to your friend little mouse~ didn't anybody tell you not to stay out late

On Halloween?~"

Bright scratched at his neck as if to swat him away, but he wasn't there.....all he did was reopen the wound.

The cigarette fell from his lips and onto the roof where he held his knees in his hands.

Nothing he did NOW would change what happened THEN so the memory played on.

He continued scratching at the bite mark as the situation played out in his head, desperately trying to get through the memory of the second most painful experience of his life.

Whether it was the blood loss or the sophistication, eventually everything just....stopped.

The pain....stopped.

Exept there was no breath left in him to let out a sigh of relief.

For what seemed like forever but upon looking back what was probably only a couple minutes, Bright just layed there, body numb from the feeling of nothing.

It felt....nice

Like he never had to feel any kind of pain ever again, physical or otherwise.

But then like a defibrillator to the neck, he was jolted back to semi consciousness.

He wouldn't describe himself as awake but he could see what was happening to him, his best friend, the one guy he least expected to hurt him in any way, in the same position as his killer,

Sucking at the bite mark left by him.

Bright felt himself wince as what was left of his bloody insides were slurped up into Fred.

When Fred's mouth left Bright's neck, Bright assumed it was over so he let himself go numb, which only made it sting more when Fred ripped his own neck wound and lowered himself so it flowed like a fountain into Bright's mouth.

At first he began spluttering and choking but then he gave up on struggling and allowed himself to drown.

He couldn't speak at the time, he knew that, but in his mind he heard himself screaming at Fred to stop and that he didn't understand what he was doing

But he knew he wanted him to stop.

But he did not waver till there was no more blood to give and when he drained himself dry he collapsed next to him.

They were both looking to the sky when they died together.

Bright's eyes jolted open as he began screaming in anger, agony and regret

The sun had finally made its way past the threshold of the horizon and the only thing protecting him from its burn was the shadow that the solaire mansion cast, so amongst the screaming that went unheard, he pulled back his sleeve and removed his glove that did its best to hide the battle scares from him and the sun's past encounters, and he shoved his arm into the light.

His screaming became more of a hiss as he felt his skin burn and sizzle

_________________________________________

He didn't know when he planned to stop

But luckily somone wasn't going to let him make that choice.

He felt himself being pulled backwards then he was swiftly turned around to face the figure that pulled him, however he wasn't able to see their face as his face was being held close to the chest of his saviour.

He could feel arms cover his body as if to shield him, he could hear a hiss come from the body that held him, almost to threaten the light that burned him.

Eventually the figure loosened their grip, allowing Bright to look up at them

It was William.

He didn't look angry, he just looked....protective...?

Like the sun had attempted to take somthing important from him.

After a moment of this, he no short of scooped Bright up and made a motion that could only be described as "wooshed" him down from the roof, sticking to the shadows.

Bright blinked and then he found himself in William's office again, still huddled in his arms.

William placed him onto the chair he sat in last time and looked him in the eyes.

"Were going to talk about what you were just doing, but before any of that I need to heal you, it will hurt more than it did last time, is that OK?"

Through tears that Bright couldn't prevent from falling, he nodded.

Before he began his work, William removed his belt and gave it to Bright

"You'll be needing this" Bright knew what to do.

He placed the flattened rope of leather into his mouth and felt his teeth press into it.

"Alright" William said to no one in particular.

The burn wound was very visible and within healing range but Bright was a very....skittish person so William wanted to be as careful as possible.

He slowly intertwined his fingers with Bright's and brought his arm up to him. He let go of Bright's hand and took his arm into both his hands to place it in front of him.

He looked at Bright one last time then began to work.

It was just like last time exept the feeling was throughout his whole arm, Bright tried his best to be still for him but he couldn't stop himself from kicking and squirming, he continued to bite into the belt he held in his mouth, tears now streaming down his face.

After healing his arm he moved onto his bite wound that now had a claw mark that was bound to scar.

After a good few minutes of that, William let go as fast as he could.

"There it's done"

Bright spat the belt out his mouth and a spluttering noise came from him as the tears continued.

After Bright had fully composed himself, he looked up at William who had a look of sympathy on his face, but not pity

Never pity.

"H-how did you know I was - that I would?-"

"Fred had told Sam that he could feel you feeling.....bad and that he worried you were going to 'do something stupid' Sam informed me of this and when I heard a scream come from the roof and given where the sun is currently, let's just say I put two and two together"

Looks like his literal cry for help didn't fall on deaf ears this time.

William looked Bright dead in the eyes, the look of sympathy still plastered on his face.

"I wouldn't describe what you just did as stupid, I'd describe it as....understandable but equally unfortunate"

Bright looked down

"Bright, I am older than you could ever imagine, I can recognise a cry for help when I see one"

At that, he picked the belt up from the floor and began to re applie it to his waist.

He then sat on the edge of his desk

"Talk"

This wasn't a command as much as it was an invitation but Bright still felt like he didn't want to know what would happen if he didn't do what he told him.

"W-well i-i" he took a moment to compose himself and breathed in

"I spent the day with Vincent"

"Oh?"

"Y-yeah, I had a lot of fun....it was nice"

"I'm glad"

"But i-i.....I don't deserve it....there is SO much I don't deserve...so i-i guess this was kinda like a...l-like a-"

"A punishment"

Bright looked up at him

"Y-yeah...I know it's stupid of me I just-"

"No it isn't. It's completely understandable, I mean since the very beginning of your vampire life everyone you have ever had to interact with has blamed you for what happened and since you agree with them, I can see why you wouldn't deem yourself worthy of happiness"

Bright was stunned, he knew he was old but he didn't exactly expect him to hit the nail on the head with this one.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Are you a man of faith Bright?"

Bright looked confused at the sudden seemingly off topic question.

"Why?"

"A few centuries ago there was a vampire I knew who was very religious and he believed himself to be worthy of hell, but since that was never going to be, he made sure his immortality, or what he called purgatory, would be filled with nothing but misery because he believed himself to be worthy of nothing but just that, misery."

William then got up and went rooting in one of his draws.

Giving Bright a minute to marinate on what he had been told.

William eventually pulled out a small piece of paper and then went over to Bright

"Here I want you to have this, but I want you to know that this dose not contribute to your decision, you may take this regardless of your decision"

Bright took the paper from him.

When he un-crumpled it he saw that it was a phone number and a name he couldn't pronounce but that didn't tell him much.

"What is this?"

"It's the phone number to the best therapist in the area, I'll pay for it however like I previously stated, I will do so regardless of whether or not you agree to be my progeny"

Bright's eyes became wide, he had wanted a therapist that actually knew what they were doing since before he died.

"Thank you"

He said breathlessly

"It's no trouble, I'll let you know when I inform him of the payment situation, now, it's time for you to sleep, I assume you've been having trouble with the sleeping situation so I recommend you start going to sleep at this time for now on"

"O-ok"

Bright had slept here many times before so he had no trouble finding his guest room but before he left, he thanked William one more time.

William nodded and smiled.

When Bright left William picked up his phone.

.........

"I trust you made it here safely then?~"

.........

"Good I'm glad to hear that, you're earlier than we agreed, miss your old home that much hmm?~"

..........

"Alright, Alright I won't jest, I suppose I just wanted to lighten the mood given the circumstances of your return"

..........

"Alright, oh! And there's somone I think you should meet, I think the two of you would get along very well~"

Taggs: @darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

I am eating this fic for dinner and it's very delicious ( ˘▽˘)っ♨

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 5: the agreement

Ftm trans Bright eyes

Tank uses they/she pronouns. Primarily 'they' but for the purpose of this fic they are occasionally referred to as the "cool step mum"

TW: smoking

Out of all the people Bright had met since turning, Tanker was the one he trusted and genuinely liked the most.

Which did suprise Sam but In retrospect, it did make a lot of sense.

They had so much in common, so much so that Tanker sometimes would refer to Bright as a "mini them".

Tank did see Bright as kinda like a step son and Bright saw Tank as like the cool step mum to Sam's grouchy step dad.

And it was because of this, the two had made a habit of hanging out whenever Bright was.....feeling bad.

It started out as them just going places together, karaoke, party's, exploring old abandoned malls, just like when it was just Bright and Fred, but eventually they started sparring and working out together.

Bright wanted to compensate for being turned by new blood and Tank wanted to let off some steam so they became gym buddies.

Then, once they were done, they would go to a clear part of the woods and sparr.

A little while ago Tank beat the crap out of him and asked "do you enjoy being a vampire?"

Obviously Bright said "no" and in response, Tank grabbed him by the hair and said

"Then stop trying to fight like one".

It was only then did Bright understand that he'd never be a strong vampire if he played by their rules, he was turned by new blood, he knew that, but maybe he could be strong

If he fought like a wolf.

Bright had learnt from Tank that vampires, wolfs and elementals all have different fighting styles but vampires specifically see their fighting style as gospel so its easy to spot there weaknesses.

So Tank agreed to train him and now he has the strength of a vampire, but the skill of a wolf.

But unfortunately that wouldn't prevent a wolf like Tanker from beating him.

Tank may have admitted that Bright is the only vampire they'd ever let beat them, but that was because they had sympathy for him not because he necessarily COULD beat Tank.

"Ow ow! OW! OK OK TIME OUT!"

"Alright, Alright, get up"

Tank let out a few chuckles as they helped him up from the hard, dry forest floor.

"OK, OK you've done good today, you wanna take a break?"

Trying to hide his breathlessness, Bright replied.

"Yeah....that sounds good"

They both sat on the floor, Tanker pulled out a canteen and gave it to Bright.

"Thanks"

He glugged down the water, it had a mild iron taste to it.

As he did, Tanker pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

Bright noticed this and rolled his eyes.

"I still don't understand why you always do this, you don't smoke! What's the point? You're wasting a perfectly good cigarette!"

Tank just shrugged at this, they always had this same conversation basically every time they saw each other.

"I quit a while ago, but I still like the ritual of it, besides this helps me not smoke, but I know you think that that makes no sense"

"Yeah, cos it doesn't, anyway just give it to me once your done holding it"

"I thought YOU were quitting? And that you took up that push-pop looking, flavoured shit"

"Vapes, and yeah, but I propose the point of, it's not like vampires can die of lung cancer"

Now it was Tank's turn to eye roll

"Just cos somthing won't kill ya doesn't mean it isn't bad for ya"

Hearing this, Bright's mind went to what happened yesterday night.....he felt the scars brush across the fabric of his clothing.

"Y-yeah"

Tanker noticed his sudden change of tone

"OK, what's wrong, you know as well as I do that we only hang out like this if one of us has got a problem we can only share with each other, so have at it, whenever your ready"

Bright sighed and it sounded painful

"K but, I'll be needing that"

He gestured to the rolled up, tobacco filled paper that they held in their two fingers.

"Fine then"

Bright took a drag from it, then felt the confidence to tell Tank about what he did the other night wash into him.

As he explained, he pulled back his sleeve and slowly removed his glove, so as to not rub on the scars that William's healing could not fade.

Tank looked at him with a sympathetic disappointment, though they weren't disappointed in him, they were disappointed with themself for not being there to stop him.

However those thoughts were quickly pushed away by Bright as he reassured Tank that it wasn't somthing they could have stopped him from doing at the time.

He then explained what happened with William and how he had prevented him from burning himself to the bone.

"William? Why would William do something like that? I mean I'm grateful that he did obviously, and you should be too, but why him specifically?"

"Oh! I totally forgot to tell you! Sorry, I probably should have started with that"

"Tell me what?"

"Well...."

Bright took another drag then went on to explain what had been transpiring the last couple of days.

After he'd finished, Tank exasperated heavily as they took it all in.

"So he wants you as his progeny?"

Bright nodded almost sheepishly.

".....do you WANT to be his progeny?"

"......yeah....I think I do"

"Then why didn't you take up the offer right away?"

"Because I....I don't want him to regret it....I don't want him to regret ME. I like him, he's nice to me Tanker and I just....you know I've been passed around by father figures before and William has regretted every progeny he's ever had so....I don't know"

Tank understood, they probably understood better than anyone Bright knew.

"Yeah, so what are you gonna do?"

"I have no idea, I was kinda hoping you'd give me an answer?"

Bright elongated the last words of his sentence and heightened the tone of his voice, implying that what he really ment was

"pleeeessse tell me what to dooo"

Which Tank found amusing.

But would not entertain.

"Nah, sorry kid, you have to make this choice on your own, but I gotta say, what your doing now is good, your taking your time to think about it, your weighing out pros and cons and I'm proud of you for that"

Bright looked almost bashful, but he'd never allow even Tank to see that, so he turned away from them.

Tank responded to this by smiling and turning their head towards him, but he would not face them.

Then an idea struck them, the smile grew wider.

"Hey, you want me to do....the thing"

Bright's head turned just as quickly as expected.

"Y-yeah"

"Cool"

At that Bright turned away again as Tank got up and proceeded to remove layers of their clothing.

A little closer to when they had first met, Bright had confided in Tank that the closest thing he had ever gotten to therapy was an emotional support dog.

He was a bull Terrier named Spike and two months before Bright's turning, he died.

That was the first and only time Fred ever saw Bright cry.

At the time when Bright had told Tank that, they proceeded to shift into their wolf form

And Bright responded by crying for the first time since his turning.

The two huddled together for hours before falling asleep in the woods. Sam eventually found them and berated them both for being out so long but from then on, Tank would be there whenever he needed it.

It was safe to say Bright was a dog person.

Once Tank had shifted, they nudged him so he knew he could turn around.

Bright smiled as he began to stroke them. They got closer and eventually Tank found themself laying down in his crossed legs.

They were significantly larger than him but they managed and eventually

He let it all out.

Tank didn't mind that their fur was wet and smelled like salt from the tears, because they would have killed for somone to have done the same for them when they were a kid like Bright.

The closest thing Tank had to that was....him and while they may joke about Bright being like a mini them, the last think Tank wants is for him to go through what they had to to be where they are today.

This way....Tank could give him the thing they didn't have back then.

Somone they could trust and confide in.

Eventually, after the tears subsided, Bright pushed Tanker out of his lap and got up.

The cigarette he had previously held in his fingers was now burned out and on the dry forest floor, Bright stomped it out and started walking.

Tank, still in wolf form, followed along, grabbing their clothes with their muzzle along the way.

This was how I was, they would have their moment and then Bright would need some time alone, and Tank understood that, so as they walked back to the solaire mansion, Tank kept their distance.

Somthing not even his best friend could understand.

Eventually they made it back.

Bright gave one last look at Tanker before walking up the obnoxiously large hill that led to the solaire Manor.

Tank had to retreat back into the woods in order to go home to her Sam.

So he gave a limp, but filled with gratitude, wave of his hand before Tank trotted into the darkness.

As he staggered up the hill he thought about his decision for the 10000 time.

He knew what his decision was going to be.

Maybe be always knew.

He quickened his pace in order to gain momentum and eventually burst through the doors of the Manor.

Not stopping, he did what he referred to as 'zoomed' up the flights and flights of stairs

To William's office.

Once again, just as he had before

He burst in.

Slightly out of breath.

William looked more startled than before, maybe it was the storm brewing up outside or the fact that he looked like he was just on the phone.

"I'll do it....I'll be your progeny"

Before William could respond, Bright brought his finger in front of him.

"On one condition"

William smiled as he got up from his desk.

"Oh?~ and what might that be?~"

"Can you promise?"

"Promise what exactly?~"

"That you won't regret it?"

William stopped in his tracks as the smile faded from his face.

"You've regretted every progeny you've ever had, and I'm sick of being passed around from person to person, each making promises that they don't intend on keeping, so I'll be your progeny

If you can promise me that you won't regret it.

That you won't regret ME.

Can you do that?"

William thought for a moment, which to Bright, was not a good sign.

He did have a point, thought William.

He HAD regretted every progeny he had ever taken in.

However he regretted alexis because he had embarrassed himself by being a bad judge of character at the time.

He only regretted Vincent because seeing him like his own child was not only a liability but it also compelled him to bend over backwards trying to shelter him from the world that could hurt him.

There was no denying that William sees in Bright what he sees in relation to Vincent.

However he knew he couldn't shelter Bright the way he had Vincent.

Bright has already seen the parts of the world that William would have otherwise kept away from him, most likely even before his turning.

He can't protect him, but he can provide him with everything he needs when he gets hurt.

The smile returned to his face.

"Yes, I can promise you that"

Bright wasn't sure if he believed him.

And he knew damn well he didn't deserve what he was offering to him.

But.

"OK then, shake on it"

William continued in his stride across the room towards Bright.

When he was face to face with him, he shook his outstretched hand.

"I look forward to teaching you Bright eyes~ I'll make arrangements for your coronation during this year's summit~"

"....ok"

William was going to mention that he wouldn't be there but he thought it best to leave that to a better time.

(Sorry this one took so long, I've just been doing other sh*t)

Imagine that as a thing to show off their wealth, vampire monarchs wear gems on their fangs because it keeps them from feeding on people (or at least makes the process more difficult) and therefore shows others that they have the money to just live off of blood bags (and that they have the money to get super expensive gems made into jewelry for their teeth but that's secondary right now-).

William specifically used to have a sapphire on each of his top canines (mainly because of his vow to never turn anyone and the added difficulty of even biting anyone through these accessories was supposed to have him rethink it if he ever so much as considered to turn anyone) but he had them removed after he turned Vincent and had them reshaped into earrings. He's never worn them and they slowly collect dust in a fancy little box.

Vincent has a heart-shaped ruby on his bottom left fang (he chose this placement because there the gem wouldn't get in the way while feeding) and after they got turned, he offered to get Lovely a matching one. They also go get it renewed together every one and a half years or so and make a cute date out of it.

Alexis, on the 50th anniversary of her turning, got herself a small diamond to put on her top right fang. Before that, she had an oval-shaped garnet on both her fangs instead. She says she wears them purely for the aesthetic, but if you bother her long enough she'll admit that she likes how people squirm as the jewelry digs into their skin.

Porter likes jewelry and nice things as much as the rest of his clan, but he was never fond of the inconvenience tooth gems pose so he never got any. However, William has offered to get him one or more custom-made on multiple occasions before he let Porter go off and do his thing away from the clan. If he ever were to get any jewelry for his teeth though, he'd get something done with amethyst.

Sam has a very subtle, diamond-shaped, white quartz on his top right fang. It was Vincent's suggestion (and he was the one to pay for the jewelry and the procedure of attaching it) to get Sam more comfortable with his new body.

Bright Eyes is not a fan of tooth gems, but they do have two silver fangs because ☆style☆ However, they do enjoy looking at different designs for them similarly to how they just browse tattoo designs without ever getting one done.

Frederick doesn't want any jewelry on his teeth either because he's worried about it somehow getting caught on his lip and injuring himself or something of the like. Sam told him that nothing like that had ever happened to anyone he knew to have tooth gems, but Fred still didn't want to get one.

I really want to draw Bright Eyes sitting in a comically small box on Sam and Darlin's porch now. (And give them cat ears because of course.)

Darlin' at like three in the morning: Sam. Sam wake up. The cat is back. Sam.

Sam, napping: What...

Darlin': I'm gonna let them in okay?

Sam: Just don't get it on the bed..

Darlin': I make no promises.

[Not even a minute later]

Sam, too sleepy for this shit: Darlin' what the hell is happening?

Darlin': I let the cat in!

Sam: Love, this is my progeny's progeny. They're crushing my ribcage.

Darlin': Yeah. They're a wet cat.

Bright Eyes: Go back to sleep old man I'm trying to nap.

Sam: You're getting my shirt wet-

Sam: No Darlin' we can't let the street cat in. Last time we did that he peed on the carpet.

Darlin': That was one time! And look at him! He's sitting out there all cold and sad - we can't leave him out there!

Sam: He has his little box with the pillows, he'll be fine.

Darlin': Sam, darling, love of my life, are you seeing the fucking snow outside? I built a snowman two days ago and it's still standing. Do you really think a box and some pillows will keep a kitty warm?

Sam: He'll be fine-

Darlin': He will sleep in the bed with us!

Sam: He'll fuckin' what now?!

[Five minutes later]

Sam, who is being kept from spooning his mate by a stray kitty: I can't believe I let this happen.

Darlin': I love youu...

Sam: Yeah I love you too, you menace.

Darlin': I meant the kitty but thanks. I love you too Sam.

Darlin', scrubbing Bright's hair in the bathtub: You have to stop falling off rooftops, dude. Or-

Bright Eyes, who's heard this same lecture a dozen times already: "or at least get the mud off of ya before it dries and gets all crusty" yeah yeah, I know.

Darlin': Well if you know it so damn well then maybe you should start doing that.

Bright Eyes: [OnO]

//Since their turning, Bright has not been the most comfortable with physical touch/intimacy. Darlin' is the only exception//

Darlin': Or, you know, if you actually went out of the forest-y bits of town, you just might split your skull on the concrete. Your brains and blood are gonna be even more difficult to get out of your hair.

Bright Eyes, with a way too wide grin: I-

Darlin': Hey! ... Do you plan to put ten bucks in your suicide joke jar today?

Bright Eyes: William's not given me my allowance yet.

Darlin': Exactly. So hush it.

//They're both not exactly sure why//

Thanks for tagging me I almost missed this part! Also I really like your portrayal of Alexis because I feel like a lot of the time people only write her as one of two extremes (either "totally misunderstood and she can't do any wrong" or "she's an asshole and she can go to hell") so this was pretty refreshing to read -w-

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 6: the double standard

(Trans ftm Bright eyes - he/him pronouns)

TW this Chapter contains an accurate not so positive view of alexis, regardless of your opinion of alexis please don't send death threats to either me or my proofreader.

Bright had been staying in the solaire mansion for a while now, so he wouldn't refer to what he is doing as "moving in", no, more like.....unpacking.

But alas, that's what William called it. Moving in.

He hadn't told anyone else that he'd made his decision, William reassured him that he wouldn't have to and that he was planning on getting everyone together for a "family meeting".

Bright was clambering over the mass amount of boxes he had scattered around the room in an attempt to organise his things.

Tank had recently given him a bunch of their old things, clothes, CDs, DVDs, comics all that good shit.

But he only now decided to actually get out the stuff they gave him and place it around his room.

Mabye that was because it wasn't HIS room till recently.

Suddenly, while looking around for a spot to dump one of the empty boxes, there was a knock on his door.

Bright had always lived with other people, granted it was never for very long, but within all his years of living, not one of those people ever knocked before entering.

So Bright was, understandably, more than a little startled when he heard a knock on his door.

"W-whos there?!"

Despite Bright's defensive tone, William responded sweetly.

"It's just me, Bright eyes, may I come in?"

Bright relaxed at the sound of his voice.

"O-oh yeah sure just gimme a sec"

"Of course~"

He continued frantically looking for somewhere to put the box down.

Eventually he chucked it onto the bed and went to open the door.

William slithered into the room and closed the door behind him, but not all the way.

"Good evening Bright eyes, how are you settling in?"

Every time Bright heard William speak his guard went down, his defensive nature was challenged and he felt safe.

At first this scared Bright and while he still hadn't gotten used to it

He didn't mind as much now.

"Yeah, I'm just kinda trying to put my stuff away....I mean....yeah"

Bright sheepishly gestured to the colossal mess he'd made of his room.

Despite Bright's new found comfortiblity with William, he still didn't know exactly how to interact with him.

Bright's almost bashful nature made William smile as he held back a giggle.

"Well that's good"

There was a moment of silence between the two that felt.....awkward.

William coughed.

"Well I'm glad your settling in, but admittedly, I didn't just come in here to check on you"

Bright raised an eyebrow as he waited for him to continue.

"You know that later on tonight I plan on getting the whole clan together for a meeting, and that during that meeting I intend on informing them of....you, but until then I will be out for a meeting with a friend, I'll introduce you tonight, Vincent and his partner will be making preparations for the solstice and Fred, Sam and his mate are staying at their cabin

So what I'm trying to say is-"

"Ill be home alone for the day?"

William gave Bright a smile that looked almost....painful...?

Like he was being stabbed but didn't want to cause a scene.

"Weeelll...not exactly-"

At that moment, the door he had left partially ajar, swung open to reveal somone Bright had only heard cautionary tales of

Alexis.

Alexis was a tall, pale woman. Her hair covered one eye and had a gentle curl. The eye that reminded seen was sharp and silver, not unlike William's, however while his eyes shined with a warm comforting glow, her gase was cold and penetrating, as if looking at her was the equivalent of being stabbed with ice.

Bright felt several chills shoot through him. He felt like he was being tazered.

William sighed as his excruciating smile dropped.

"Bright, this is Alexis, you and her will be the only ones in the Manor tonight"

Bright's head turned towards William as he shot him a look of pleading confusion.

"Alexis, this is Bright eyes"

The eyebrow that was visible raised

"So THIS is Sam's little underling?"

She looked Bright up and down

"Yeah, that tracks"

Alexis didn't know about Bright being taken in by William, that snarky comment alone confirmed that, which did make Bright feel a little smug, but that didn't mean he appreciated the audacity of this b*tch.

He scowled at her

She scowled back

And for a moment the two just stood there unblinking, scowling at each other.

William was glad that no one present could mind read particularly well, as they would both be able to hear him breathe out the words

"Give me strength!...actually no, if whatever cosmic force that is out there gave me strength, these two would be dead......give me patience!"

He breathed in heavily as his smile from before returned to his face.

"Well I better be off! Please have the Manor still standing by the time I get back!"

Before Bright could protest he "woodshed" out the room.

And he was left alone.

With the woman who turned the man who turned the boy who turned him.

A convoluted and yet overly simplistic way to put it

But it wasn't an inaccurate description.

Luckily, Bright had years of experience dealing with snobby older sisters so he took a moment to compose himself after the initial shock of coming face to face with the resident solaire clan's scapegoat.

And simply said.

"Look, I have a lot of unpacking to do and you seem like you have better things to do than babysit me so why don't you get out of my room and go do whatever it is you do when left unsupervised?"

Alexis scoffed and folded her arms as she leaned against the door frame.

"I'm sorry, YOUR room? What? Is Sam's cabin not good enough for you kid?"

Every word she said felt like it was being spat out at Bright.

He smirked.

"Aww well I'm sure you'd love to have an open invitation there~ but I personally can't think of anything worse than being stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with Sam and my maker, so I'm gonna stay here and unpack, thanks"

She looked flabbergasted that this kid she had only just met could muster up the courage to speak to her with such audacity.

But she wasn't about to let Sam's progeny get under her pearl-like skin.

So after what looked like her swallowing her rage, she brushed it off and retreated into the darkness of the hallway.

Bright chuckled softly to himself as he went back to his boxes.

She is certainly in for a suprise later tonight.

So will everyone else but Bright felt more smug about this one.

He didn't know anything about alexis, he could admit that.

All he knew was what she did, not who she was.

That and he knew what everyone thought of her.

Which prompted him to label her as the resident scapegoat.

Exept that's what HE had always been.....in every family he'd ever incorporated himself into, he was the scapegoat.

If he took that away from her when he became William's progeny.....what would she have left?

Or would she continue to play her part despite him?

If that would be the case then....what would he be?

These thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of.....music?

More specifically a piano, exept it was.....off

The tempo was too fast which caused the pianist to constantly slip up and hit the keys all at once in frustration.

While the Manor did give the impression that it was haunted, Bright could safely assume that the culprit for such musical crimes was alexis.

Part of him wanted to go downstairs to shut her up.

There was a lot of the Manor that he still hadn't seen anyway so this could be an opportunity for exploring.

But another part of him reminded him that his curios nature was what got him here in the first place....

Then he said "f*k it, you can't die twice!"

And went searching for the location of the instrument who's screams of pain echoed through the whole Manor.

While searching, he made a note of the decor that dawned the halls of the Manor.

It all looked....tacky but also in its own way decadent, as if the whole building was trying too hard NOT to look like a stereotypical vampire Manor.

Paintings, ornaments and various trinkets were dotted around in no particular order.

It was nice to look at, but it distracted Bright from his goal of finding the piano

And frankly he was getting sick of hearing the damn thing!

Or more accurately he was sick of hearing HER play it.

Eventually he finally found it.

The double doors were wide open, as if she wanted her music to reverberate throughout the whole Manor.

Bright stuck his head through the doorway and saw that not only was there a piano but also various instruments covered with white cloth and dust.

It was safe to assume that this was a music room.

Alexis still hadn't noticed Bright standing there in the doorway, gazing in awe at the room's beauty.

Bright decided to approach her, though she still remained engrossed in her frustrating attempt at playing.

Bright leaned against the piano as somthing dawned on him.

If alexis is supposed to be this big bad vampire then she must be like....SUPER OLD.

So how long had she been playing a song that she simply can't play?

He decided to find an answer to that question.

"How long have you been playing that thing?"

This sudden announcement of his arrival made alexis jump, which caused her to hit the keys with both hands again.

"God f*king damn it! What? What is it!? What do you want?!"

Once again she gave the impression that her words tasted bad and as such she wanted to spit them out.

But Bright was unfazed.

He just put himself back in the mindset of having an older sister.

"Didn't you hear me? I said 'HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN PLAYING THAT THING?"

She hardened her gase.

Before answering, she hesitated.

"More years than you've been alive, kid"

Bright scoffed and did his best to hold back a full belly laugh.

"Damn you've been playing this thing for YEARS and thats the best you can do? How much longer will it take for you to realise that mabye this just...isn't for you?"

Bright felt as if he was poking a bear.

She shot him a look of unbridled fury, the red tint of her eye located around her sharp iris grew as she rose from her chair, causing it to topple over.

"If you think you can do better than be my guest!"

Bright went in front of the piano nonchalantly and began to play the opening to "bat out of hell" a notoriously hard piano solo.

Alexis was flabbergasted and enraged.

Bright turned his head towards her once he had finished playing.

"You know....it really doesn't matter how long you play it for....its about the tempo, the skill and most importantly you have to actually enjoy playing it! I mean arnt you tried of playing this old thing and not getting any better at it? Are you playing it cos you enjoy it or cos you've been playing it for so long that you've forgotten how to play anything else?...."

He got no answer from this.

Consider this bear poked and pissed off.

Bright saw her face go dark and knew that he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

Once one if his step sisters made the same face at him after he was caught reading her diary.

Bright still has the scar even after death.

"Weeeelll anyway I have some more unpacking to do so I better--!!"

Before he could get away, he was cut off by alexis pulling him back by his hair.

She spun around allowing herself to be infront of him as she pulled him down across the piano

Bright struggled but she was strong, very strong.

She had him pinned, the keys wincing in pain as his body slowly hit them as his head was pulled backwards.

"G-get of me!"

Alexis found herself almost pitting him.

"Shut up. I don't know what your....deal is, but for some reason William has taken a liking to you, despite you being Sam's progeny. I have an idea of what's going on but I really don't want to belive it. Now I sincerely hope that what I think is happening isn't happening. I mean why on earth would William want a washed up, snarky, bratty disrespectful little sh*t when he already has me and Vincent?"

Bright's face dropped into a scowl.

By this point he had stopped struggling.

"But in any case, if you are going to be William's next project then I guess we'll be seeing more of eachother, so tell me.....

What do you think of me? Your Sammy's progeny so I'm sure you've heard all about me hmm? I'm sure you think you've got me all figured out....well? Answer me"

Bright knew when it was his turn to talk.

But he took a moment to look her in the eye

Just to get used to the feeling.

Then he began.

"You know....maybe everything that everyone says about you is right

Mabye you are just a selfish b*tch that couldn't have what she wanted so she decided to take it

By force.

But if all that is true....then....then why dosnt everyone treat Freddy the way they treat you?"

Bright looked down as he said this, as if it actively hurt to say while looking her in the eyes.

Alexis was confused upon hearing this.......then she understood.

Once she did, she loosened her grip on him and backed away, allowing him to get up from the piano.

She studied his face for a moment then her expression hardened.

"Listen to me kid. I did what I did to Sam because I wanted him. It's up to you to decide wether or not the way I get treated around here as a result of that is fair.

But what Freddy did to you wasn't out of malice or selfishness.

It was out of fear.

Because you where, and now will always be, a couple of scared kids who had no idea what they where doing"

Bright couldn't tell if this was supposed to be words of comfort or torment.

Either way he didn't agree with her.

So ge continued to scowl at her.

"I do think the way you're treated is fair. What isn't fair is that if turning without consent is supposed to be this big taboo then why isn't Fred treated the same way you are!?.....what's with the double standard huh?"

Alexis looked bored and fed up with whatever this conversation was.

She had said her piece.

So she left.

Bright was alone in the dusty, dark music room.

He went over to the white sheets and whipped them off, each revealing a new instrument.

One of them was a slightly piano.

It was white as opposed to the burgundy one alexis seemed to obess over.

He smiled softly, then went back over to the piano stool to pick it up.

He dragged it over to the slightly larger white piano and once he was sat down he began to play.

The sound reverberated through the Manor just as it did before.

Exept the music was less harsh and more melancholy and oddly comforting.

Alexis heard it.

Her face sofend for a moment.

Then she shook it off.

Taggs: @darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

Headcannon that vampires in the redacted universe have pointy ears- normally, they point up, but Bright’s point down. and they’re super self conscious about it. So they wear really chunky headbands that make their hair fluff up so their ears get hidden :(

Darlin and Fredrick are the only two people who’ve seen them without their headband.

Okay so first Bright has to put up with Fred's whole existence and then they have to deal with Porter's "being up in your business" thing. Are you trying to kill my boi is that what you're trying to do Piff? Also yes to Porter in stilettos I love that u-u

And I love how Fred was just hyping himself up to talk to Bright only for Bright Eyes to then just death glare him into silence-

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 7: family meeting

(Ftm trans Bright eyes (uses he/him pronouns. This Chapter isn't going to make any sense unless you've read all the other chapters but to save you the time I'd like to remind you that treasure and Bright eyes are the same person in this fic)

Family meeting.

That's what William called it.

Admittedly that's also what Vincent called it but after his encounter with Porter he was feeling a little....raw.

Especially after hearing that he would be bringing a newborn as his date.

Vincent explained to Lovely that that was the vampire equivalent of bringing a baby to a funeral.

But Lovely was quick to point out that they themselves where also still technically a newborn. Vincent was quick to add that they were the exeption.

Vincent and Lovely were the first ones there besides Bright and alexis, who had been In the house all night.

Which did make Vincent more than a little concerned for Bright's safety but he trusted the kid's resolve. They pulled up by sky side then took a moment to compose themselves.

Lovely handled the Porter situation very well in Vincent's opinion, but he was sure that others may disagree considering they decked him.

Hopefully Porter hasn't tatteled on them to William during their "meeting".

Vincent smiled at Lovely before they exited the car.

They got this.

Upon arriving they were both met with the sound of.....a piano?

"Wow that Sounds beautiful!" Exclaimed Lovely

Vincent was befuddled.

"Yeah....it dose..."

"You look surprised"

"I am. The only person here that knows how to play the piano is alexis but she's....let's just say that THIS isn't her music...(if you could even call it that)"

Lovely giggled

"Is she not very good?"

Vincent shuddered.

"No. No she is not."

His face gave the impression that alexis playing the piano wasn't the most....pleasant of memories.

But once they both arrived in the common room, they were met with a not so cheery looking alexis.

It was safe to assume that she was in fact NOT the current pianist.

"Hey alexis, who's?-"

"Bright eyes"

She interrupted sternly.

"You let him touch your piano!?"

She scoffed.

"No. He's playing on William's, I always play the burgundy one William got for me"

"Oh. Right"

Vincent and Lovely sat down. Awaiting Sam, Fred, William and Porter's arrival.

Hopefully not for very much longer, the uncomfortable tension was becoming too much to handle.

"Hey before everyone eles gets here, could you go get Bright?"

Vincent asked alexis, partly to give him and Lovely somw more time to anticipate the meeting and because Vincent wanted to know if Bright had made his decision yet.

Then again this meeting was most likely going to answer that question.

Alexis groaned

"Fine"

Alexis looked out from the doorway into the music room at Bright eyes as he played William's grand piano.

She had previously played it during the first few years of her turning until eventually William got one for herself.

A seemingly kind gesture but alexis had always suspected that his reasoning for this was so that she'd keep away from his things.

The sight caused a possessive rage to shoot through her.

She grabbed a random book from one of the shelves in the hallway next to the double doors

And threw it at Bright's head.

The corner of the book hit his skull and it caused him to jolt away from the piano

He winced in pain as a look of annoyance and fury made its way across his face.

"OW! WHAT!?"

He saw alexis scowling in the doorway.

"Come on kid, family meeting in the common room"

After this, she retreated back to the common room, nit waiting for Bright eyes to get up from his chair and close the piano.

Eventually he caught up with her.

Once Bright had entered the common room, Vincent immediately pirked up and started a conversation with him.

It wasn't long after that when Sam and Fred arrived.

Vincent and Lovely seemed happy to see Sam and were quick to start conversing about the anticipated meeting.

Which left Bright and Fred to awkwardly shuffle and avoid eyes contact with eachother.

/ Fred's pov: /

Should I say hi?

We haven't talked at all since our argument and only occasionally brushed shoulders.

But with Tank moving in with Sam....I kinda feel like mabye it's time to move out and back when we were.....alive Bright would always talk about how one day we'd move in together.

He finally mustered up the courage to look at Bright and was about to ask him about there living situation.

But as soon as they locked eyes, Bright had a scowl plastered on his face.

So Fred looked away before he got the chance to ask

/ end of Fred's pov /

Suddenly, William opened the double doors of the mansion and entered.

"I'm sorry, are we the last ones here?"

'We'? Thought Bright eyes.

"Where's Porter?"

Asked Vincent almost sternly.

"Hes still in the car but don't worry he'll be out soon"

Vincent scoffed

"I am not worried about him"

William sighed as he removed his cloak. Vincent, Sam and Lovely were sitting on the same couch with Sam sitting on the edge of it and Vincent and Lovely next to eachother.

Bright and Fred were sitting on the couch opposite to them with Bright being the closest to William as he remained standing.

Alexis had her own chair.

Then Porter entered the room.

Fred was the only one in that room that hadn't yet seen Porter so he made note of the man's appearance.

He wasn't particularly tall, mabye only a little taller than Bright eyes, but he was wearing stilettos so it was hard to tell.

There were various scars across his face. Three long claw marks layed upon his left eye and one smaller one on his jawline that reached the cusp of his mouth.

He also wore pitch black shades that were the shape of bat wings.

(Refrance ^)

Vincent scoffed

"Sunglasses at night huh? Classy"

He said sarcastically to no one in particular.

Though Porter answer him.

"Oh why thank you~"

As Porter's eyes scanned the room, his gase eventually landed on Bright eyes.

And as he did he slowly removed his shades in shock.

Bright gave him the same look as they realised the situation they had found themselves in.

And simultaneously thought of the thing that usually comes to mind when you run into somone you had a one night stand with just the other night:

"SHHIIITTT"

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(I accidentally posted an unfinished version of this cos tumbler was mad at me for the chapter being to long so I cut it in half. This is the first half. For those who saw the unfinished version...keep what happens to yourself for now)

Taggs:

@darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

Okay so first I was feeling sorry for Bright for having to put up with everything and now Vincent's gonna have to deal with.. all that. Well good luck to him-

Also Vincent calling Bright his baby brother gives me life I love that

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 7 (part 2): Stirring the Pot.

(Ftm trans Bright eyes - Uses he/him pronouns)

Porter had sat himself between Bright eyes and Fred, which didn't leave Bright a lot of room since he was now between Porter and the end of the couch.

As William was thanking everyone for coming here, Bright and Porter took terns steeling glances.

But once William indicated that the "meeting" had officially begun, they composed themselves.

"Now first order of business, as some of you may know, about a week ago I made the suggestion that Bright eyes be transferred from Sam to me as a mentor-"

The reactions to this information varied.

Alexis sighed and thew her head back in disappointment but not suprise.

Fred was flabbergasted and tried to look past Porter to look Bright in the eyes.

But Porter was in the way, and even if he wasn't, Brights gase was focused on William.

Porter had already been informed by William that he was taking on a new progeny, however he wasn't exactly anticipating it being the same guy he'd picked up at a bar the other night.

"You said you where done"

Alexis interrupted.

William ignored her and carried on.

"Bright had told me upon hearing this that he'd like to think more on it before making a definitive decision"

Again, mixed reactions.

Both alexis and Porter looked confused as to why he wouldn't jump at the opportunity, except alexis looked more Insulted than confused.

Vincent had obviously already known this, so he was waiting in anticipation for Bright's answer.

"I reserved Sam's consent on the matter, and now I have Bright's answer"

Fred shot Sam a look of pleading confusion.

Sam avoided his gase.

"So....

Bright's coronation will commence during the solstice"

Vincent punched the air.

He was hoping that Bright would say yes ever since they hung out.

Sam shot him a look to say 'calm down' so Vincent coughed and restrained himself from jumping up and down yelling "IM GONNA HAVE A BABY BROTHER!"

Meanwhile alexis had her head in her hands.

"Speaking of the solstice, for those who arnt aware, I won't be attending this year"

"What!?"

Bright exclaimed.

The whole room fell silent, he hadn't realised that this was a don't speak unless spoken to tipe meeting.

William looked at him, as everyone else did.

"I'm sorry Bright eyes, I know how momentous of an occasion this will be for you and I'm truly sorry I won't be there to see it, but there's nothing that can be done"

Bright sunk into the couch in disappointment.

If he wasn't going to be there what was even the point?

"If your not gonna be there then who's gonna....you know?"

"Vincent"

William turned towards him.

"I know I've put a lot of responsibility on you and your partner already, but I trust you to be the one to do this, the crown will be delivered the day after next, cutting it short I know, but I digress"

Vincent had been very stressed planning the solstice, but he knew that this was something he wanted to do.

"You can count on me"

Vincent said while looking at Bright eyes despite him technically answering William.

"Thank you"

William continued

"There is one more thing, and it is imperative that you all pay attention.

You all know how gossip spreads and how stories can get.....misconstrued. and as far as the other clans are concerned the newborns don't exist. So here's what we're going to say if asked. After the wonder world tragedy I asked Sam If I could take on Bright as a progeny because I felt it unfair to dump all this responsibility onto him, so to take off some of the weight, I took in Bright and only now he has decided to come out of the shadows and make it official"

Everyone understood, mabye some better than others.

But essentially they were being asked to lie on William, Sam and Bright's behalf.

"Am I allowed to ask why?"

Bright asked sternly.

"The last time I took in someone else's progeny it was because their maker was abusive, Bright, I know you have your.....reservations about Sam, but if we tell them the truth they'll assume the worst and Samuel dosnt deserve that"

Bright scowled.

Why should he have to lie to protect Sam? Whatever, thought Bright.

He'd do what William asked of him, but the question is, would everyone else?

"I......appreciate this.....but....you don't need to lie for me-"

Sam tried to protest but William interrupted

"It's not up for discussion, I know the clans, they will blow this out of proportion and you don't deserve some ludicrous rumour hanging over you"

Vincent was reminded of the recent information that there was a rumour going around that he had....done something in order to get William to turn him, he personally didn't care and thought that it was no one's business and anyone who had the gawl to make up somthing like that should be ignored.

But Sam didn't want anyone to believe THAT bullshit rumour so why would he want anyone to think that about him?

"I hate this...."

Said Bright.

"I know you do, but it's what must be done and anyone that is intent on telling them the truth or feeding into this potential rumour won't be allowed to attend. That's final"

On that note, William ended the meeting.

The fellow clan members were free to convers with each other.

Bright was about to join in and possibly answer some questions but before he could, William stopped him.

"Bright eyes, there's somone I've wanted to introduce you to for some time now"

William gestured for Porter to stand and "properly greet" Bright eyes.

"Bright eyes this is Porter, an old friend of mine, Porter this is Bright eyes, as you know he'll be my new progeny as of the summit"

The two locked eyes, trying to contain their mixed emotions regarding seeing eachother again.

Until Porter gave him a.....look

Took his hand and slowly shook it.

"Charmed~"

Bright returned that....look and for a moment the two just stared at each other, with William watching over them.

Fred was still sitting down and to get up would mean bumping into both Porter and Bright eyes and he really didn't want to do that.

The current position he was in allowed him to watch their interaction quite closely and he wasn't sure how he felt about what he was being subject to witness.

William began again, interrupting the energy that the two had created.

"Porter, I know you haven't been here in a while but while Bright eyes has been staying here for some time now, I've been told that he hasn't done a whole lot of exploring, so I was wondering if you could show him around a bit? You know these walls better than most and it would be.....beneficial for him to get to know other vampires"

Vincent overheard this and called over from the other side of the room, once again to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry? Why on earth would you WANT anyone to get to know PORTER?"

This was obviously ment to be a playful jab at Porter, however Bright heard it as crule and insulting.

So he just scowled at Vincent and awaited an answer from Porter.

He turned back from Vincent to look at Bright eyes and said, just loud enough for Vincent to hear.

"I would be honoured"

And took Bright's hand in his again.

"Wonderful! I've wanted you two to meet for a while now, you have so much in common-"

"That is the meanest thing you have ever said!"

Vincent interrupted again.

"Oh hush!"

Growled Sam, smacking him lightly on the back of the head.

William continued.

"Oh! And before you go, Porter I assume that today you would want to retreat to your old room, but I regret to inform you that what was your room is now Bright's room, so you'll have to use one of the guest rooms. Or you two could just share!"

Both Bright and Porter felt like they were going to choke at that comment.

They needed to leave and assess the situation. Alone.

So they swallowed the smug feeling creeping up on them and left.

Hand in hand.

Fred, finally being able to get up from the couch, looked on at them. Even after they had left the room his eyes were fixated on the closed door.

What just happened?

As soon as the two were out of ear shot of the others, Bright dropped the coy exterior.

"OK so how'd you wanna do this?"

"Humm?"

"You wanna keep pretending like we don't know eachother? You wanna tell any of them that we've met before but leave out the more....graphic details?"

Porter chuckled a bit.

"Me and William may be close but we arnt that close, that is to say, I would never share the details of a particularly wonderful night with him. As for the others well"

He took a moment to ponder this.

"Well since you'll be a solaire member soon enough I suppose information such as that could really ruin a....specific members day"

Bright assumed he was talking about Vincent given his behaviour in the common room.

"You two seem to really hate eachother, what gives?"

Porter hesitated.

"If he hasn't told you then I suppose it's better we leave it as a story for another day besides I'd rather not burden you with such things, treasure~"

Bright rolled his eyes slightly.

"But I digress, last time we....spoke (not that there was a lot of talking involved) you didn't mention once that you where a solaire"

Bright moved closer to him.

"Neither did you"

Porter gave a one-note soft-laugh.

"Touché"

Bright thought for a moment, braking their gase.

"Well I mean...TECHNICALLY I wasn't, I still arnt"

Porter sighed

"You know what I mean, so, as of now, who are you?"

Bright's soldiers tensed

"I'm....a Collins"

Referring to himself as such made him shudder.

Porter was shocked but smiled as he scoffed and tilted his head in thought.

"Samuel Collins? HE'S your?-"

"Oh god no! I'm his...grand progeny...? I-i was...turned by the guy you where sitting next to in the meeting, HE'S Sam's. But yeah I guess Sam is...WAS my mentor"

Porter almost couldn't believe it. Samuel Collins, the same Samuel Collins he knew 5 years ago, took on two progenys within the time he'd been gone, he really had missed so much.

"Well...fancy that"

Bright felt like they were getting off topic.

"Soooo, we're gonna keep....this a secret ooooor what?"

Porter was brought back to the present with this question.

The "look" he'd given Bright in the meeting returned to his face.

"Well that depends"

He stepped closer to him, lowering his voice

"Where would you like...this to go?"

The Manor was huge, almost every hallway looked the same so it was easy to get lost in.

But alexis didn't see what the big deal was, Porter and Bright where both annoying little sh*ts, it makes sense that they'd entertain themselves for so long.

And yet everyone was getting all worked up about how long they were taking.

To ease their concerns alexis was sent to retrieve them so that William could have another one of his "private meetings" with Porter.

It took quite a bit of trekking through the hallways to finally hear a muffled sound behind one of the doors, she assumed it was Porter and Bright, who eles could it have been?

So she opened the door.

Porter dug his fingers into Bright's hips as his back continuously hit the wall.

Bright's hands lay either side of Porter's neck, his fingers becoming well acquainted with his jugular, their tongues colluding over eachother in a perpetuated motion.

They both kept their eyes closed, drinking in every moment of this.

But as Porter took a moment to catch his breath and migrate his mouth from lips to neck, somthing caught in the corner of his eye.

And then he locked eyes with....her.

Then she vanished into the hallway.

Bright hadn't seen her so he didn't know the cause of Porter's sudden panic.

Porter however didn't have time to explain.

He pulled himself out from in-between the wall and Bright eyes and for a moment continously hesitated between going after her and staying with him.

Eventually he made the decision.

"Damn it. I'll be right back"

And then he pulled Bright closer to him, allowing himself to softly but quickly collide his lips with Bright's cheek then wisked away into the hallway after her.

Bright was left dazed, confused and more than a little aroused.

He moved his hand up to his cheek where Porter had left his invisible mark on him.

What just happened?

Alexis was faster than Porter but he was skilled.

He swerved and tackled her to the ground before she could reach the door to where everyone was still congregated.

Once he had her in a hold, he rolled them both away into another hallway, as to make sure the others don't overhear any of this interaction.

"OOW GET OFF OF ME YOU BRITISH F*K TART"

"Fine, just don't tell anyone in that room what you just saw"

"Oh like hell I won't!"

Porter pushed her head to the ground.

"Vincent's gonna kill you for trying to bed his new 'little brother' on the first day of meeting him!"

Porter smirked.

"Actually we had already met, at a bar, on the night of my arrival"

Alexis's grin widened.

"Oh hohoho~ you-"

Again her head hit the ground

"Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay quiet about this?"

"No"

"Thought not. Then I propose a....compromise. and I think you'll find that this way of doing things will make things more....hard for Vincent to swallow"

Alexis stopped struggling for a moment.

Then her smile returned to her face.

"I'm listening"

Taggs:

@darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate @that-gothickitty

My babyyy

First off, I love you for this, Porter/Bright Eyes is a great ship and you're so cool for making that happen

Second off, I think Bright would suggest something crazy/weird like just going into the woods and climbing some freaky tall trees just for the fun of it to which Porter is like "what the fuck? no, why would we do that" and he suggests going out to dinner or something like that, which is way too fancy for Bright so they settle for buying snacks and pastries and then eat those on a picnic in the woods

Hey so as some of you may know I have a Bright eyes fic called "OK just one more punk progeny won't hurt"

And later on (in like a couple chapters) Bright eyes and Porter go on a date (because I'm making this ship happen!)

But Im a little stunted as to what exactly they'd do or where they'd go

So I want your opinion

If Bright eyes and Porter went on a date what do you think they'd do?

Tagging: @darlin-collins @anexistingexistence

"I feel like a ghost when I am laying in your bed

Because all my dreams are scary ones

Can I have yours instead?"

This is very Seer Obscura/Bright Eyes/Darlin'/Warden but also very Gavin/Vincent(/Avior) -coded to me and I will not accept criticism

You just had to send me looking through all my playlists when I wanted to go to bed early didn't you /nm

Anyway, I didn't find a definite favorite for Porter/Bright Eyes but here are some songs that I just liked for them (some of them are kinda angsty tho so just keep that in mind):

-Cannibal Girlfriend by Baby Bugs

-I Feel Bad by I Hate Myself Because

-Malice in Wonderland by Fangbanger

-Mars by Pinkshift

-Metanoia by Stomach Book

-Song for a Guilty Sadist by Crywank

-Vampire Money by My Chemical Romance

So for those who've read my fic "OK just one more punk progeny won't hurt" you'll know that I'm trying to make the Bright eyes x Porter ship happen

Well I'm doing a thing and I wanna know

What songs do you think represent this ship?

Anyone can answer but I still tagging @anexistingexistence @darlin-collins

The two versions of Bright Eyes:

1) Post-turning Bright Eyes - Possibly depressed, possibly overjoyed at the idea of being a dead person, definitely a chaotic neutral entity who uses magic to make their irises shine like flashlights.

2) Bright Eye - They got into a fight with Fred. Their left eye is gone because Fred jammed something into their eyesocket during that fight and they couldn't get the thing out in time so their vampire healing healed all the areas around the wound but the eye will never recover. They're just Bright Eye now.

You know what? Fuck this

[Throws

at you]

This is very Bright and Fred themed and you will agree with me.

I'm so out of practice ;-; But anyway, Bright Eyes aethetics

I headcanon them with braces because vampire magic doesn't fix shitty teeth so I included that in the icon

I bought new crystal glassware a few days ago and god I need (someone else because I'm lazy) to draw our vamps holding them because oH MY GOD I LOVE MY CRYSTAL GLASSES

Redacted rare pairs I would kill for:

Darlin' x Doc (platonically with a lot of things us mortals would not consider platonic)

Morgan x Geordi (romantically)

Porter x Bright Eyes ("fuck everything [and you maybe unhhh]" buddies)

Sam x Gavin (Gavin was Sam's bisexual awakening and I will fight you over this)

Vincent x Sweetheart x Lovely (romantically) (Milo optional)

I need somebody to do a character analysis on all the listeners. I need it so desperately.