(Captcha just said 'author' at me. Yes, Captcha, in this instance I suppose I am.) Annnyway... Over yonder in requests, this happened: Hopefully you all won't groan or roll your eyes But I'm really craving some good ol' vampire fics. AU or not, doesn't matter Any pairing(s), doesn't matter, though I have a strong aversion to Sniper/Spy. (if you have the deep burning urge to write a Sniper/Spy vampire fic, I won't stop you, since the vampire part is the important part, but I would like any other pairing if possible...) Soulmates, friends helping each other out, one-time feeding fucks, doesn't matter. I just want something sensual and... intimate? Arousal-inducing bites, maybe seduction, stuff like that. I'm down for fail!vampires too, which might be more appropriate for some of these tf2 men. As long as it leads to some kind of sex, of course. If I sound really desperate, it's because I am. ~~~ I'd like to see Heavy/Medic vampire fic. Bonus points if Heavy's the vampire. Tons of blood sucking would be required. ~~~ And I said I would, because A) as we've established, I am ludicrously suggestible, and B) I kind of dreamed up a full-on vampire AU (that I have since prepared to insert into a friend's game of Vampire: The Masquerade, when my D&D campaign finishes up). So anyway, yeah. This is the first time I've written a TF2 fic where respawn wasn't a thing... There is a tense shift, but it marks the mortal-to-vampire change. ~~~Die Unstillbare Gier 1/2~~~ Medic raced across the battlefield, responding to the screams of his teammates, praying the bullets would all miss. They would lose men, it was inevitable in any war, but it was his duty to see that they lost as few as possible. He made it to the Demoman, got him back on his feet and overhealed, stood back as far as he could without breaking the tenuous connection of the medigun's beam so that the man could blow himself into the air. That left him alone, though not on the front lines. Still, there was always a sense of dread, when he was completely on his own in the field. He armed himself for combat before racing back to where his team fought. He would feel better once he was among them, once he was doing his job again. "Medic! DOKTOR!" He took off at a run. Heavy's call sounded pained, not the usual cry for the Medic to take cover, it was the sound of a man gravely wounded. He found him, fallen back from the fight, one hand pressed tightly to his side, and he turned the medigun on him immediately. "Doktor?!" This call, confused rather than injured, came from the direction of the battle. Medic half-turned, in his own confusion, only to realize his mistake a moment too late. "Merci, Doctor." The voice of the BLU Spy chuckled in his ear. He spun back around, grabbing for the needlegun, the Spy's knife slicing across his arm instead of sinking into his back. He wheeled around wildly, firing blind as the man disappeared, reappeared with another swing of the knife. "DOKTOR!" Heavy appeared over the rise, and the Spy vanished, this time only to appear when the roar of the minigun cut him down in his retreat. The last slash had opened his stomach, Medic could smell his own blood thick in the air even as his other senses dimmed. Had he been near enough at hand when one of his teammates suffered the same, he might have been able to save them... there was no one who could save him. When even the pain started to ebb away, he knew he was facing his end. The only thing left was a sudden beautiful warmth and the taste of blood. And then, his eyes were opening, his strength returning. He was sheltered behind a rough wooden wall, in the arms of the Heavy. "I am sorry... I had to." Heavy says. "Had to..." He does not understand, not at all. "Did you-- The medigun?" "No. Cannot. Could only... You are vampire now. Like me." Medic laughs, but he does not feel amused. He feels frightened. It is impossible, but it seems no more likely that the other man has made a joke. "I've seen you eat." He points out. "Food." "Da. Can eat food. Why not? Is still good, even if I am dead." "You are out right now in broad daylight!" "Doktor." Heavy laughs now. "Is not movie. You are thinking of made-up things." "Well... Well, what things aren't made up?" He demands. "Stronger than before. Need blood sometimes... from dead enemies if I can do this in secret. Otherwise, steal little bit from infirmary." "I thought we were just going through it fast... Well. It's a war. We will always go through it fast. Still-- All this-- Isn't it a little unbelievable?" "Into battle, Doktor. You will be very hard man to kill now. Tonight, will explain everything." He examines himself. His clothes are torn and bloody, but his wounds have healed. His heart no longer beats, but he is living-- or something like it. Still, how could he have never noticed that one of his teammates-- one of his patients!-- had been dead for as long as they had known each other? Well, answers had been promised. For now, he had the rest of his team to worry about. They could not afford to lose too many more men, not without knowing when RED would send more. He rushes heedless into the fray this time, trusting his new immortality to keep him on his feet and able to work as he did his part to see to the others.