event catchall!!!

[boombam]

WHO: Katsuki and CR!
WHAT: Toplevels for the event!!!
WHEN: May 17th and forward
WHERE: Nightwake mostly, probably also at Hijikata/Shoto's home!
WARNINGS: THERES GOING TO BE A LOT OF BLOOD IN THIS LOG!!! Katsuki's being turned into a vampire, and there'll be lots of other vampire shenanigans so a lot of blood sucking and injuries of that nature!! Also swearing.

[All starters will be in comments below! If you want a toplevel, feel free to hit me up with a PM, at my discord (dynaamight) or plurk zombrains!!]

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mike, around mid-day on the 17th

[boombam]

[Why was it so dark?

Normally, Katsuki wouldn't be leaving Hijikata and Shoto's house by himself. He's been staying there for a little over two weeks, healing from his amputation on the first. He had no reason to go anywhere else, and up until just a couple of days ago he didn't feel well enough to leave in the first place. But this was day seventeen, and Katsuki was feeling pretty good. He was healing up just fine, and had been practicing how to walk with a weight hooked up to his hip since the third. He was getting pretty good at it, too.

So he decides to leave for the first time, and see if he can do something useful. Everyone at the home was out to help with the darkness, at the moment, and wouldn't be back for some hours and he was feeling antsy and wanting some fresh(?) air. Katsuki takes this chance to go into Nightwake, determined to learn what he can about this new circumstance and to led a hand where he can. Using a small explosion to light his way.


BOOM!

Glass shattering, and a bright flash comes from an alleyway near the outskirts of the city. And then another, smaller one happens again. Following them will lead to quite the scene... a familiar, blonde haired boy with only one arm being held in the air by a tall clawed monster while he kicks and struggles. Pale and gaunt yet slowly looking healthier, the monster has what looks to be fangs dug deep into Katsuki's neck on the left. And it's claws dug into his side and shoulder.

Just moments before he had been walking through the alley, taking a shortcut to an intersection when out of nowhere he was grabbed from behind. Pulled back and then bitten into the left side of his neck. Fangs sinking deep into his muscles, and blood quickly beginning to be whisked away from him. Of course he tried to use his explosions to fight the vampire off, but they did absolutely nothing and the creature was able to overpower him easily with it's superhuman strength. His explosions are unable to to anything but illuminate his attack, and blow the windows open of the surrounding buildings.

He still, frantically, sets off blasts despite being at a disadvantage. The more blood that leaves his body, leaving him feeling weaker and weaker, the more frantic his explosions become as he writhes and tries to break free. At first, mindful of the buildings and people around, but the direction in which he shoots them becomes completely random as he tries to just get somebody's attention. Using his Quirk as if it were a flare.

Surely, somebody.... anybody will want to see what was happening over here. Surely someone will come save him. Even this was on the outskirts of town, and most people were elsewhere as they tried to figure out what happened to the sky, someone HAS to come save him...!!! Please....]

Fuck...!

[He can't scream, his voice only able to barely scratch out a yell with a gasp. His body breathing and heaving so hard and desperately, fighting for life. And as he struggles, a memory flashes across Katsuki's vision. As his heart beats quickly, frantically, painfully in his chest.

A sludge Villain suffocating him, taking his life and the only thing he was able to do was blow explosions off pathetically around him. The difference was that this time, there was no crowd to gawk and watch Katsuki die like it was a show. This time, he was... completely alone.

And he was losing this fight, by himself. Quickly.]

Re: mike, around mid-day on the 17th

[livesoutofspite]

[The lights going out is one thing. The entire night sky vanishing is another. No stars, no moon, nothing but absolute darkness. Good thing Mike and the darkness are old friends. Using magic to allow himself to see in this light is easy enough. After what happened at the castle, Mike knew he needed to check on the others.

First stop is Katsuki. His son who currently has one arm and would be reckless enough to go out in this darkness. Fuck he hopes he is okay. He hopes he gets to Todoroki's house to find him bored, on the couch, and bitching that he can't even read like this. That he needs candles and whining at his dad until he makes them appear and then hugs him because Katsuki secretly scared of the dark and it's a touching moment between father and son. He hopes that's all he finds.

His hopes shatter at the sound of rabid and somehow desperate explosions, flashes of light and fire coming from an alleyway not far ahead of him. Mike rushes in to see his son held up by his one remaining arm. A tall pale beast with obvious fangs buried deep in Katsuki's flesh. His heart, his weak heart, beating more and more slowly as the life drains from him. Images play out in rapid, horrifying, and intrusive fashion. Katsuki's remaining arm torn off out of sadistic glee, all his blood drained, him dead on the ground, the blond falling out of his flower and staring at him and asking the one question he never wants to hear...

Why didn't you save me, Dad? Why weren't you there? Why didn't you DO SOMETHING?!

The darkness and shadows are his friends. They ripple as a growl emits from Mike as his eyes go pitch black.]

GET YOUR FUCKING FANGS OUT OF MY SON, YOU BITCH!

[Magic and rage are a terrifying combination. Shadow tendrils lash out and wrap around Katsuki. They force the two apart. Katsuki is pulled behind him as the tendrils wrap around the vampire. The creature, fueled by Katsuki's blood, breaks free and comes at Mike fast, a blur of movement. Momentum though is a bitch. Mike moves fast, the shadows pulling both him and Katsuki out of the way as ice forms where Mike was. The vampire slips and spins as massive icy spikes burst up, stabbing into the vampire's legs and then explode into more spikes through thighs knees.]

I got you Kitkat. I've got you. [Mike says as the shadows hold his son close to his body and slowly warm up to try and keep Katsuki from feeling the cold of this sudden night and the ice forming not far from them.]

Dad is here.

[boombam]

[Katsuki's vision was blurring, he couldn't see Mike running through the explosion-lit darkness but he could hear him. That familiar sound of Mike's voice. Protective, fueled with rage-- like a real dad. There's a painful shot of hope that runs in his emptying veins, and Katsuki halts his Quirk now that it's gotten the attention of someone strong. Someone who could save his life.

It happens quickly. One second, Katsuki is suspended in the air and the next moment he's feeling those tendrils wrap around him. Pulling him away from the creature who had made him it's meal. It's sharp and painful when he's ripped from the fangs, leaving some messy exit wounds that were sure to leave ugly scars. And it's amazing that he's even still conscious, as he's wrapped up in shadows and held protectively behind Mike. But said consciousness was starting to fade as blood gushes out of the two holes in his neck.

He couldn't see anymore, his vision so blurry and dark-- darker than the world around them. But he could feel Mike's desperateness as he fights. The wind whooshing through his blonde hair as Mike moves. The cold, frigid air of the ice and he could hear the sound of it forming, the sound of the vampire falling onto it and crying out in pain.

Katsuki's breath was so haggard, so rough. And he desperately clings to the feeling of being awake. He was so scared of dying. He could hear Mike soothing him with his voice, but he doesn't register what he says. His mind was swimming so fast, swirling with thoughts of "please don't let me die" "I can't die like this" "I have so much left to do" "I need to keep awake" "don't die, Katsuki".]

..d..dad...

[Katsuki's voice is so quiet, a whisper that can barely speak and he reaches out blindly to grab onto the fabric of Mike's shirt. Weakly. So weak that you can't even really call it "grabbing".]

I'm... I'm dying...

[He knows he is. He can't see, his heartbeat was the only thing he could hear and he was so weak. He's been here before. A hole ripped through his heart and the white light slowly filling in his vision. Memories flashing, thoughts burning, and the world around him disappearing.

What can be done to save him? He's lost too much blood...]

[livesoutofspite]

[It's all going so fast. Mike's mind is a blur as he thinks of his next spell. How to hurt this creature for doing that to his son. He should use shadows to tear out its fangs and then its jaw. Slowly reduce to a bloody smear on the ground and see if it could regenerate from that. Plans of revenge and vindictive justice until he feels such a small grasping at his first. Like a child's first attempt to grab hold, even if the fingers are too large.

And words that douse rage with cold parental fear.

I'm dying...

Mike can't focus on that thing anymore. He casts a cruel spell with a flick of his hand. Oozing shadows raise up to form skeletal beings of pure darkness. They crawl up the vampire. The monster tries to swat and claw at them but their liquid bodies just reform. They push the vampire down, clingings and clawing as his legs tear and break. Use superspeed now, motherfucker. They pull the vampire down into a pool of liquid darkness, the legs can't follow due to the ice and so they snap and tear away.

Mike doesn't bother to watch. He turns and pulls Katsuki into his arms. The wounds! Fuck he forgot. Why didn't that shitty vampire lick them?! Fucking asshole. He holds his hand over the wound that's barely leaking, using death to coagulating blood and stop the bleeding. It isn't true healing but it will do in a pinch. His full attention now on his son and how cold he is, how his eyes look so unfocused and that light is dimming.]

N-No. No you're not. Hold on. I...I...

[What can he do? He tries to focus on what magic he can do. How does he make more blood when he doesn't have the knowledge or skill in Life magic?! What can he do. He pulls Bakugo close, his hand behind Katsuki's head, his boy's face tucked into the crook of his neck and shoulder.]

I'll get you to a hospital. W-What blood type do you have? I can try a transfusion. Just stay awake. Stay with me. I won't let you go. I'm not going to let you die.

[His voice cracks with painful desperation. Think Mike think! He can't fail his child. Not another one. Not again!]

[boombam]

[Katsuki wishes he could be more useful, in this situation. Obviously it's not on him to be, when he's the one who's lost so much blood that he can barely breathe. But hearing the pain and desperateness in Mike's voice was hard for him. He wanted to comfort him, somehow. Even in his last moments he wants to help.]

...it's.. A...

[He'll tell Mike his blood type, but it's not like it'll do anything. Even with Mike's teleportation, he wouldn't be able to get him to a hospital quick enough. A blood transfusion wouldn't do shit, right now, and Katsuki knows it.

He shudders out a gasp, and his eyes start to feel heavy. Too heavy. But he desperately tries his best to keep them open even if it was hard. He felt safe and warm tucked against Mike like this, and he was exhausted. So tired....]

I think... I'm gonna.. go. Okay? I.. I'm sorry...

[Katsuki can't help but apologize, as he lets his eyelids close. As he takes his last shuddering breaths. If only Katsuki wasn't so weak. If only he had gotten his new arm installed, by now. If he could've fought the vampire off, Mike wouldn't have to watch his foster son die.]

[livesoutofspite]

[A. Fuck A positive or negative?! Shit. He's fading fast. Okay. Universal donor it is. He can change his own blood type at least. Then he just need shadow tubes and needles and they'll just have to back alley work this and fucking worry about the other shit later.

Then those words. That admission. No. NO!]

N-No! No! Don't go. Katsuki! KATSUKI!!!! [The tears stream down his eyes and Mike tries to gently shake his son. He's so limp in his arms. No. No he can feel him slipping away. No time for the transfusion or the hospital. No time at all.

A hail mary. A desperate ugly thing to avoid his son dying comes to mind. He grabs one of the dismembered legs and breaks it off from the ice. It has blood in it still. Mike leans Katsuki back and tries to pry open his mouth with one hand, the other holding the dripping vampire blood into his mouth. He has no idea if this is how it works in this world but fuck he has to try. Maybe Katsuki will hate him but he can't just let him go. Hold his corpse until it disappears and see him in three days.

He has to try everything. He HAS to.]

Please work. Please work. Please please please please please...[Mike begs whatever gods this world has to please let his son come back to him.]

1/2

[boombam]

[The last thing Katsuki hears is his name. Being screamed so desperately into the night. And then after that... nothing. No white light, no dark alley. No Mike. No Katsuki.

His body is still, heart silent. And at first, it seems like Mike's attempt to do anything to stop him from dying wasn't working. The blood drips into his mouth, but he doesn't react to it at all.

For what feels like forever.... Bakugo Katsuki is dead.]

[boombam]

[...until he's not.

Suddenly-- very suddenly-- Katsuki's body jerks and he sputters out the blood that was forced in his mouth. His eyes shoot open, glowing a bright red with cat-like slits for pupils and he gasps. Coughs. And begins to breathe sharply as if he was learning how. Like he's forcing himself to take these breaths, rather than his body doing it on it's own.

His eyes dart around wildly, before settling on the face of the man he'd been calling dad. Tears streaming down lightly wrinkled skin. The expression of a father who's son had just died staring back at him. Katsuki's glowing eyes linger on him for a few seconds. Seconds silent beyond the rasping of his lungs until there's the addition of a new sound. A... hissing sound?

It's coming from Katsuki. A hissing similar to a kitten trying to learn, as he bares his new fangs and suddenly lurches at Mike. He felt ravenous, his stomach was burning like a fire had been lit inside and the only thing he could think about was.... blood.

Mike's blood. His neck. He wants to bite into it---]

[livesoutofspite]

[Mike shakes as he waits for what feels like an eternity. His hope dwindling down as nothing immediately happens. His son is gone. He failed him. He should have been here sooner and done something different. He should have tries anything else, focused on Katsuki first, just done anything differently and this wouldn't be happening!

The sputtering cough and gasps break his stupor and he watches with wide blue eyes. He sees the red and the slit pupils but it doesn't fully realize what it means. All he knows is his son is alive!]

Katsuki? [Can he hear him? Can he understand? Then the blond is lunging at him and Mike's defenses are not primed. He is slammed back into the cement on the ground as he feels sharp fangs pierce his neck! Yet no burst of pleasure comes from this bite. He hisses at the pain as the realization that his son is going to feed on him hits.]

You don't...ever get a nice...bite...fuck this...blows... [He chokes out a small complaint but doesn't try to stop Katsuki. He gently grabs his shoulders but he lets him drink. He needs this if he is what he thinks he is now. Which he has to be given the fact this is happening at all.]

It's okay. I-It's okay. Dad's here. Take what you need. [Is he going to die next? He doesn't know but he's never died before. Would this be the first time? Somewhere above them, a bolt is worn with age, and it starts to crack. It holds the ladder on the fire escape over their heads. A small metallic squeaking is the only hint of what is suddenly happening above them.]

[boombam]

[Katsuki's body is completely moving on it's own as he feeds. Needing sustenance from anyone-- not caring that Mike had just tried to save his life only moments before. His vampire instincts just tell him to eat and eat, until he feels satisfied. Until he's full of energy again. He'd lost so much blood, after all... he needs to get it back somehow.

He's completely unaware to the creaking above. Of the ladder who's last bolt keeping it together was falling apart. He's completely unaware... until it cracks. And the ladder falls on a path that's directly going for the two. And just as it moves on it's own to feed it's vampire instincts, Katsuki's body also moves in response to his Hero instincts.

In a flash, he lets go of Mike and blows off an explosion that splits the ladder right in half. The two halves falling to land just inches away from the two of them. And Katsuki stands over Mike perfectly still afterwards. His eyes look from the ladder, to the man below him. And then it's like something finally clicks.]

...M.. Mike?

[He recognizes him, but his memory is so fuzzy. He kneels down next to Mike and looks at him with wide, confused eyes. Glowing much brighter now that he's been fed, a bit. Mike's blood dripping down his chin and staining his clothes along with his own.]

Dad?

[He was still hungry, but not enough to attack again. He didn't take nearly enough from Mike.. but that's a problem for him to figure out, later. Right now, his brain was trying to process what happened. Why Mike was injured. And why his mouth tasted... like blood.]

[livesoutofspite]

[The ladder's sacrifice is noble. It is blown to pieces but Mike isn't being drained anymore. He moves his hand to his neck and groans. Shadows fill the voids in the flesh to stop the bleeding and keep the blood where it belongs, inside. He groans from the slight lightheaded feeling but he isn't too bad off. Seems the processed worked, for better or for ill. He looks up at his boy, glowing red eyes staring into his steely blue. He puts on a weak smile though.]

Hey...you're back Kitkat. Just...give me a minute. Not as spry as I used to be when it comes to the blood loss as I was when I was a young man. How are you feeling?

[Leave it to this man to be more concerned about how his son is feeling than his own possible danger from said son.]

[boombam]

[Katsuki watches as Mike's hand reaches up to his neck to clot the wounds, and seeing the two fang holes there has him reach to gently touch over the wound on his own neck. Two holes... right. Right. Right... That thing. That creature that had bit onto his neck did it--- it got Mike?]

I... a-are you okay? Did-- did you get bit, too?

[Now his clawed hand reaches out to touch at Mike's injury. Very carefully, he brushes the pads of his fingers against the closed wound and the sight of the still wet blood that smears makes him lick his lips. His stomach growls. And the sight of those claws coupled with the sudden impulse to lick Mike's wound has his addled brain starting to piece together to him what happened... but even if it's so obvious-- he doesn't want to accept it, yet.

He instead just looks at Mike with fearful eyes. Both scared for what had happened to Mike, and scared of what had happened to himself. And... scared that this hunger for his dad's blood meant what he thought it meant.]

[livesoutofspite]

[Mike can practically see the gears turning in Bakugo's mind. He slowly pushes himself up. He gently touches Bakugo's hands.]

It's going to be okay. I'm alright. I did get bit but not nearly as bad as you. Stay with me, Kitkat. Okay? We'll get through this. We should get inside though. In case there are more of those things around. Yeah?

[boombam]

[It's nearly impossible for Katsuki to just say "okay!" and move along. The gears are turning and they're turning fast, and he slowly takes his hand back from Mike to look at those claws closely. Noticing that his skin was a shade lighter, as well.]

...w-why do I have claws..?

[Mike is right in that they should get inside, and he knows in the back of his mind that they need to. It's dangerous to sit around-- another one of those creatures could find them and in both of their states that would be no good. But as he looks at the mangled corpse of the vampire that had attacked him, it starts to settle in properly. The fact that he can see the corpse so well in the dark was another indicator, too.]

...that's... th-that's a vampire. Isn't it? And it... i-it bit me. Really bad.

[And in the usual lore, when you're bit by a vampire and you don't die from it, that can only mean one thing.

To check, Katsuki raises his shaking hand to his mouth. He touches at his teeth, and feels that his slightly sharp canines were extremely sharp now. It pricks his finger when he presses on the tip of one of them, and that's the last bit of information he needs to know that he...

He's been turned.]

..l..let's go.

[He doesn't want to face it yet. So he'll rapidly switch gears, so fast that it's like whiplash when he gets to his feet and tugs at Mike to get up with him.

Mike is hurt, and they need to find somewhere safe. He'll focus on that.]

[livesoutofspite]

We'll talk about it when we get inside, okay?

[Katsuki isn't stupid. Mike knows his boy is smart and sharp as a tack. He stands on slightly shaky legs and gently takes one of those clawed hands and leads him back towards Todoroki's home. They need to get inside and get somewhere safe. They can talk and process everything that just happened after. Well start processing.

Being a vampire isn't something one just processes and is fine with. He knows that much about all of this.]

No matter what, you are still you. I want you to remember that. You're still you, Kitkat.

[boombam]

[It'll take a bit to get to Shoto's home, as they live in Sunwaning. But Katsuki will follow after with his one and only clawed hand holding onto Mike's tightly. They can find a business or something that's open on the way there, if they need somewhere sooner. Surely there are places open for people to take refuge...]

...I-I'm still... me.

[Katsuki repeats that, but his voice sounds so distant. Like he barely understands what he just said, because his thoughts are elsewhere. Trapped in a swirling storm of mixed emotions as he starts to process bit by bit.]

I.. I don't feel good. I don't like this.

["This" meaning the new reality that's settling in like food poisoning. Making Katsuki's stomach feel like cold, nauseas ice. He can't find any other words to properly describe how he's feeling at the moment, either. His brain was so overflowed with thoughts and fears that barely any words come to the front of his mind, right now.]