Who: Stefan Salvatore and Ezra Fitz When: 3am, Oct 14 Where: Ezra’s Place What: Dream Badness Rating/Warnings: Mediumish? Dream Gunshot, with Vampire blood healing. Status: Complete when posted
Stefan and Ezra had a lot to drink. Ezra was trying to match Stefan drink for drink, and that was a damn near impossible thing to do when one was drinking with a vampire. Of course, Stefan didn’t tell Ezra he’s a vampire. It just… never came up.
But then Stefan decided that he didn’t want his friend to go home and choke on his own vomit or something. So Stefan hung around Ezra’s while the man passed out and slept. Once Stefan was comfortable Ezra wasn’t going to die in the night, he snoozed a bit. But there wasn’t really anywhere comfortable to sleep in the studio apartment (besides the bed, but Stefan was pretty sure Ezra didn’t want to share) so the vampire ended up curled up in a chair with a book. It was a copy of Lolita, Ezra had it laying around on the coffee table.
Around three in the morning, Stefan’s eyes opened wide. Then the veins around them darkened as lust within him grew. His body tensed and he sniffed the air. Blood. He smelled blood.
Ezra hadn’t quite understood why Stefan wasn’t as drunk as he was. Hell he wasn’t even tipsy. What the fuck? He had drank just as much as Ezra had yet he was perfectly fine? Although Ezra was too wasted to try to make any sense of it all. Almost the second they got back to his apartment he passed out on his bed, shoes still on and everything.
Of course Ezra had dreams that night. He realized who A was and went to warn the liars on the roof of a building in New York. He ended up wrestling A with a gun and getting shot in his abdomen. And then he felt it. Pain. Sharp pain right where A had shot him. Ezra’s eyes flew open and he let out of yelp of pain. Gunshot wounds fucking hurt.
Stefan was standing before he thought to do it. There was a growl in his throat. The veins around his eyes were dark, his fangs bared now. He had to keep control. There was so much blood, and he could hear Ezra’s heartbeat, see the large, red stain on the bed growing with every thump.
In an instant, Stefan was by Ezra’s bedside. The vampire was struggling, though. The decision between draining Ezra dry--as his hunger wanted him to do--and helping his friend wasn’t as easy as Stefan would have liked. Those dark veined eyes closed, and Stefan took a deep breath…
Then he lifted his wrist and bit into it before pressing the torn flesh to Ezra’s mouth. Stefan’s blood would heal Ezra’s wound almost instantly, even though the smell of the blood would still make him struggle. It was all Stefan could do to keep control.
Before Ezra knew what was happening there was a wrist at his mouth, blood pouring in. What the fuck? And somehow Ezra found himself drinking it. As he did his pain seemed to disappear. What was happening?
Once he had gotten some strength back, Ezra pushed Stefan’s wrist away from his mouth. “What the hell?!” it was all he could think of to say at the moment. Were there even words for getting dream shot and then drinking your friend’s blood?
No. There were definitely no words for getting dream shot and then drinking your friend’s blood. Stefan withdrew his arm when it was pushed away, and the wound healed itself. It only took a moment for it to close, the blood to dry on his skin. He turned his face away so Ezra wouldn’t see the hunger on it--the red veins around his eyes. They were back, and he was doing his best to push them away.
“You… woke up wounded…” Stefan spoke through near-gasps of air. His hands balled into fists at his sides as the veins slowly disappeared again.
No shit he woke up wounded. He could feel that. Wait. No he couldn’t feel it anymore. What was even happening? “I got shot. In my dreams,” he informed Stefan as as as as as as if that wasn’t obvious. He was still a bit shocked by it all and why was Stefan turned away? Did he really look that gross? “What’s wrong? How disgusting does it look?”
“It’s not that,” Stefan was talking in his Batman voice. He was desperately trying to stay in control of his hunger at the smell of all the blood. Now it was all over his, Stefan’s, clothes, too. Another deep breath and he was able to turn back. But his face hadn’t gone back to normal. It was slowly fading, though, as his eyes met Ezra’s.
“It’s the blood.” Stefan said.
Ezra sat up in his bed eyes focussing in on Stefan as he turned back around. What was wrong with his face?
Then it clicked. Stefan mentioned being a vampire in the dreams. The look on his face. The way he was talking about blood. “Holy shit,” Ezra said as it all came together for him. “You’re a vampire.”
Stefan was a little surprised by that. So much that he momentarily forgot his bloodlust. His face went back to normal. He cleared his throat. “How did you…” Stefan wasn’t about to lie to his friend, though. “Yes. Yes, I’m a vampire. But how did you know about vampires?”
“You told me?” Was he supposed to have forgotten or something? “You said you’re one in the dreams. And I know they exist from the network.” Wait. Why was he defending himself? “What the fuck, Stefan?”
“Oh.” Stefan mentioned it, sure. But for it to be real? That was a jump. Anyway--
“You woke up with a gunshot wound, and vampire blood heals humans. Just don’t die within the next twenty-four hours and you won’t turn into a vampire yourself.” That sounded completely insane coming out of Stefan’s mouth, but he pressed on. “I figured that was the easiest way to help you, rather than try to get you to a hospital and have you bleeding all over my car.”
Ezra was smart. He could figure things out. Plus Stefan had fangs. Well he did a moment ago. Now they were gone. Weird. “So if I die I’ll turn into a vampire?” he had to clarify, because what the hell?
“Thanks for healing me?” he sounded a bit unsure of himself. Of course he was glad he was okay and healed but the whole thing was just odd. He was still processing.
“That’s the… yes. That’s what will happen if you die while my blood is in your system.” Stefan clarified. “And… you’re welcome? How are you feeling?” Stefan was still keeping his distance, as if he didn’t trust himself to come any closer. There was so much blood, and it was everywhere.
It was still a lot to take in, but he was feeling okay, oddly enough. At least he was physically now that Stefan’s magical vampire blood had him healed. Mentally? He wasn’t so sure. “I’m okay. I think. My stomach doesn’t hurt anymore.” He looked down to where he had been shot. Wow that was a lot of blood. And it was all over his sheets too. And Stefan. All of that had come out of him? Holy shit.
Stefan nodded. “Good. You should be fine. Hey, it might even knock out any kind of hangover you might have had after last night.” He took a step back, trying not to breathe through his nose, trying not to taste the air. “You can get that cleaned up…? I have to get home and shower.”
“Yeah I can take care of it,” he was still sitting up in his bed watching Stefan slowly retreat for the door. “Thank you,” he said more genuinely now that he had some time to absorb it all. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” Stefan said, relieved that Ezra wasn’t freaking out. At least, not as much as he was. He’d have to explain later about the Ripper, and try to give his friend some idea how difficult it was for him to just be standing there. “I’ll text you later.”