Allllllllll the vampire cc fic. ALL OF IT!!! *g*
Vaguely inspired by this post.
Clint’s seen so many urban legends debunked by the people working the freak show that travels around with the circus, he’s become too comfortable with the idea that he knows all about the real (all too human) monsters lurking in the shadows. But given the extended canines he’d just seen flashing in the flickering streetlight as they grew out of (what he thought were) human gums, which are now sunk deep into the vein pulsing in his neck, he’s going to have to at least rethink his position on the existence of vampires.
(Fucking vampires, though. Who, apparently, fall more in line with Anne Rice’s depictions rather than modern teen fiction-turned-blockbusters, but that’s hardly surprising. Why the hell would a vampire damn well sparkle?)
But yeah, so there’s a literal bloodsucker drinking the life right out of him, and Clint’s too dumbfounded by the fact that it’s a real-live vampire (not a reasonably attractive tax accountant, like Clint first thought. Or maybe he is? Do vampires work nine-to-fives?) to really focus on the fact that he’s dying. Being murdered, actually, but then it’s a bit like hunting deer, isn’t it? Except he’s the deer and the vamp is the, well, he’s clearly not human, so he’s just a hunter. Of humans.
Except then the vampire’s bite abruptly relaxes, and his mouth moves away with delicate licks over the muscles of Clint’s neck, lapping up the blood that’s trailing down to pool in the collar of Clint’s shirt.