BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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FILL: TEAM OC

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Fandom: Original Work
Ship: OC/OC
Words: 828

Tseren startled as a little bell above her head tolled in high, tinkling notes. The human woman behind the counter, elderly for their kind, stifled a laugh: “First time?”

“Indeed.” She smoothed out her shirt. “I’ve been told one can obtain fresh blood here.”

The words still felt dangerous in her mouth, no matter how many times she spoke of it. Looking around, the rest of the lobby seemed to be deserted, only cementing her paranoia. Where were these supposed other vampires? Where were the humans, for that matter? The woman at the front seemed devoid of any sign of a bite, and frankly looked as though she may faint were someone to take more than a drop.

She took a step back, the bell in the door sounding again as she did. “If I’m mistaken, I can leave.”

“No, do stay,” the human encouraged, stepping out. “Welcome, we’re glad to have you. Here, I’ll show you to one of our baristas.”

Against her better judgment, Tseren listened. She could easily take the human in a fight if it came down to it, even in her peckish state. “Very well.”

“Follow me.”

The human led her through a many-doored hall, stopping at one of the rooms. Joanna 𖹭, the sign on the door read, bright red marker on a small white slab.

“Joanna’ll take care of you. Take your time, come see me at the front when you’re done.” The human patted her on the shoulder, knocked on the door, and hobbled back to the entrance.

Tseren opened the door.

The room was dimly-lit, a human girl–a woman, really, though all humans yet to live even half a century seemed impossibly young to her–lounging on a velvet couch. She wore a low-cut, wide-necked shirt, showing off several small bandages and healing bites of days past, more surely hidden under her flowing hair. She smiled as soon as she laid eyes on Tseren.

“Hi! Omigosh, a new face! I love new faces. I’m Joanna, what’s your name? Here, come sit.” The girl leaned forward, patting the spot next to her.

Tseren was not new, not to the world. She had lived through the time when vampires would hunt humans down and drain them completely dry, going weeks between large meals. She had lived through the time when vampires would lure their prey, have their food do the work of coming to them. She had lived through the time when vampires offered their services to the squabbles of humans, taking their payment in the blood of their enemies. Most recently, she had even lived through the several decades when one became able to purchase prepackaged cans of human blood at the store, whatever their kind deemed unfit for transfusion among their injured.

And yet, somehow, she felt her dead heart slowly pound in her chest, nerves creeping down her spine.

Had she ever fed directly from a willing human before? Surely, it had to have happened at some point, but nothing came to mind. Maybe she hadn’t. Hell, she probably hadn’t fed directly from a human at all since before Joanna had been born.

“Tseren,” she answered, blunt as the human girl’s teeth, sitting as instructed.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Ms. Tseren.” It became immediately apparent that she had made a mistake in her hand placement, as the one she’d let rest on the couch was immediately enveloped by Joanna’s. This close, her scent was intoxicating. No wonder she’d been hired in a place like this.

She looked to the side, studying the swirling floral pattern of the wallpaper. “Likewise.”

Joanna reached her free hand to touch Tseren’s jaw, tipping her head so their eyes met. “You don’t need to be nervous, this is what I’m here for. Just try to relax and enjoy your meal, okay?”

Any would-be words caught in her throat, leaving a jerky nod as her only reply.

With a giggle, Joanna swept her hair to her far shoulder, revealing more supple skin. “Go ahead. I’m all yours.”

“Okay. Um, thank you,” Tseren stumbled, chest tight. She gazed over the offered neck, picking out a smooth spot.

When she leaned in to bite, there was no scream of terror, no struggling to get away. Her fangs dug into her, finding the vein and staying there as she gulp down mouthful after mouthful of warm, savory blood, salty and delicious.

Joanna hummed in approval, melting into her. It was a strange response, for a human, but not one to go unappreciated. Even after Tseren pulled away, the smile didn’t leave the girl’s face.

“Feeling better?” she asked, taking a bandage from her pocket and plastering it over the new wound.

“Yes.” The ache in her stomach was gone. “This was… interesting.”

Joanna laughed. “Good. I like interesting. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be. “You can check out at the front desk. Have a wonderful rest of your night!”