widenecked: (not gonna' write you a love song)
Ryan Atwood ([personal profile] widenecked) wrote in [personal profile] episodic 2020-10-11 09:41 pm (UTC)

( Ryan Atwood accepts the glass of bourbon, neat, the blonde insists, handed to him. He's still coming to terms. The past twenty-four hours are replaying in his head, events he'd never thought were possible, events that could only come out of one of Seth's comics.

But, here he is.

He adopted a kid because that's what you're supposed to do. He's wanted to give back.

It's not his kid to adopt, or to take in. It's a lure for a vampire nest. He says that in his head again. Vampire. He'd been trapped in his own apartment for days. Vampires don't dine and dash, they told him. It's not safe anymore. They bled him slowly.

Caroline had the intel on vampire children. Some can't be saved. Some are too far gone. She's already a few hours out on a merge solution that turns bust. She says she'll handle it. It's lucky Jeremy Gilbert was nearby.

Ryan knows he shouldn't remember what happened to him. He knows that. But, she'd explained compulsion to him. She explained drinking her blood while he sipped at his first glass of bourbon. She explains that after saving and healing him, she was attacked. Again. No. He knows that. He remembers that part. He remembers why he'd stayed home and not called 911. Why he only left to go to the grocery store or only made calls to let people know that he was okay. All from their command.

He shouldn't remember. There's only one reason why he does.
)

So, if I don't drink human blood, I die.

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