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[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!]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[...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---]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

Edited 2025-05-16 22:55 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited (i forgot he had claws and had to rework a bit of the tag ghjksghjks DONT LOOK AT ME) 2025-05-18 04:49 (UTC)

[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?

[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.]

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.

[It'll take a bit to get to Shoto's home, as they live in Sunwaning and are currently more in the middle of Nightwake. But Katsuki will follow after with his one clawed hand holding onto Mike's tightly, either way. They could always 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 that he had been attacked, and he had been turned. And this hunger he's feeling definitely wasn't for curry, like it would be normally.]

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.]

Edited (ok ive been trying not to edit this tag but there were parts that were bugging me so bad im so sorry my ocd is like this ghskjgs) 2025-05-20 02:43 (UTC)

Yes. You're still you.

[Mike walks with Katsuki through the dark streets. He could just teleport them but right now his son doesn't need the shock of that on top of everything else. So they'll walk the way to Sunwaning and maybe find a taxi or a flying bus they can take. Or find some place to take refuge. Though there is something else too they'll need.

More blood. Well, with the rioting, Katsuki eating a criminal won't be so bad. And they can always work on controlled feeding. Thank god he's dated a recently turned vampire before.]

I know. It isn't something to like. It's a big change. But it doesn't change who you are. It's...like a status effect in a video game. It...might be permanent but it might not be. ...You are going to need to feed, Kitkat. You need to feed often. Keep yourself full. That way you never have to drink too much, you won't hurt people if you do it like that.

[Katsuki can't help it when big tears start to spill over his cheeks, as he listens to Mike explain to him about his new change. It's easy to just... talk about it like that when it's not happening to you, Katsuki thinks. It's easy to just say "you're going to need to feed" when you're not the one who needs to swap ramen and ice cream for human blood.]

I-- I don't want to.

[Katsuki shakes his head, and pulls his hand out of Mike's grip. Stopping in his tracks as he reaches to wipe at his tears.]

I--I won't! I won't do it! I'm supposed to be a Hero, goddammit! Heroes don't-- we don't hurt other people unless we have to!

[As everything sinks in properly, Katsuki starts to yell. Angry, desperate yelling as he lowers his hand and grips at the front of his shirt with his claws. Tearing holes right into the skull printed on the front.]

How the hell am I supposed to call myself a Hero if I'm going around hunting humans down like prey?! Huh?!! Vampires are Villains! I'm-- I can't be a Villain!

I won't...!

[Mike hates seeing him start to cry. He wants to brush the tears away but Katsuki is already doing that with his new clawed fingers. His heart breaks hearing the way he refuses to listen and feed. He knows it is so much easier for him to say than for Katsuki to hear or even think about but it is a reality. One that is crashing down on his son and threatening to rob him of his greatest dream and his life's purpose.]

Son, not all vampires are villains. There are good vampires too. Just like there are bad ones. You don't have to hunt people to feed.

You can talk to people. You could ask if those you know and are close too would be willing to feed you from time to time. We can see about bagged blood and how that'll work. Or even animal blood.

There are options. ...But refusing to eat is what is going to get you to hurt someone really bad. Refusing to eat is going to let the hunger take over. It won't be you. It'll be like some animal wearing your skin and all you can do is watch as it chooses the blood instead.

[Katsuki doesn't want to listen to Mike, but he has to. He has to because everything Mike says is true, and whether he likes it or not... it'll be worse for him mentally if he ends up snapping and killing somebody. The logic of the situation douses his angry flames almost instantly.

And maybe he's right that there's good vampires. Maybe he's right that they won't have to hunt people down. But right now? He can't accept any of that as possibilities. He just feels... awful. Horrible. Evil.]

...I.. I won't let it take over.

[He says that, but he sounds absolutely defeated. He can't get away from this new fate of blood drinking, and he knows this. As much as he wants to kick and scream and refuse like a petulant child-- he can't.]

I don't want to hurt anybody.

[He'll feed, is what he's saying. He's giving up.]

Edited 2025-05-20 03:50 (UTC)

I know this isn't easy. But I'm going to be here with you. I'm going to help you in every way I can. I promise.

[Mike gently takes Katsuki's hand and starts to lead him through the dark streets again, if he'll let him.]

I know you don't. And I believe in you. I think you can do this and never hurt anyone. If anyone can do that, it's you, Kitkat.

[Katsuki will let him, but he follows with his head firmly down. Walking slowly, and unable to look anywhere but at his feet. It just feels so... hopeless. And he feels helpless. Even with his dad here to help him every step of the way, as he promises, it's hard not to feel like everything was just... over.

But he'll, at the very least, try not to let it get to him that deeply. He tries to distract his deeper, darker thoughts by listening to what Mike says. How he has the upmost faith in Katsuki to figure out a way to be this monster without having to seriously injure anyone.

Katsuki is still unaware that he was the one who bit Mike, so he at least can feel as though he has a fighting chance. At being a good Vampire, and not one that hunts innocent people down for snacks.]

...why do you keep calling me "Kitkat"?

[Katsuki asks that, as it's a great distraction while they find someone for him to feed off of.]

[Mike is going to be here and help Katsuki through this. He wants to help his son get his feet under him, emotionally and mentally. To help him learn to survive and hopefully thrive in this new state he finds himself. He knows this won't be easy and words are only going to get him so far. They'll get through this, one way or another.

The question does give him pause but he smiles after a couple of seconds.]

Huh? Oh. So in my world there is a candy called Kitkats. They're my favorite. But your name is Katsuki. But also it sounds like Always Winning in Japanese, doesn't it?

[You know. Sometimes the smallest, weirdest things can cheer somebody up. And for Katsuki, it's this dumb little nickname Mike came up for him. It's absolutely true that it sounds like "Always Winning" (Kitto Katsu), and the fact that it's a candy's name at the same time just happened to be a coincidence.

But you know what else is a coincidence that he's finding more amusement in?]

...we have Kitkats where I'm from too. The chocolate ones? With all the weird flavours?

[Their Earth is very similar to normal Earth just. Weird as hell. And in some future timeline that will never be explained by the creator--

Either way. The fact that the two have the same candies despite being universes apart gets a tiny smile from the young vampire.]

It's one of my favourites because of the name. I always thought they were good luck as a kid.

[So it's really funny to him that Mike's nickname was based on that, and not because it was like "Kitty Kat" like he originally thought. That would've been so much more embarrassing...]

[Hearing that Katsuki has them in his world too. Their worlds having something similar, something that binds them, connects them. Which means they can compare and contrast between them now. Which could be both fun and interesting for them both.]

Those are the ones! Let me guess. You like the Wasabi ones, right?

[That has to be one of his favorites. It being all spicy.]

Heh. It's such a good name for a candy. And for you. The stars aligned with it when I picked it, clearly.

I do.

[Of course he'd like the spicy ones the most... his friends find him weird as hell for it, but that's just how Katsuki is.]

And I guess I don't mind the name that much now that I know what it's based on. I thought you were calling me a Kitty-Cat this whole time and it was starting to piss me off.

[That's a lie, Katsuki actually enjoys nicknames even when they're stupid or supposed to be insulting towards him. He usually lets anyone call him anything-- except for Villains, of course. They HAVE to call him Dynamight. Or else.]

What country are you from? America? They've got some weird flavours over there too, don't they?

Edited (forgets part of tag) 2025-05-27 04:02 (UTC)

Called it.

[At least Dad here is learning the flavors his son likes and is remembering. He's good like that.]

I'm glad you don't mind it that much. Like, I get why it could seem like that. And you are kinda cat like sometimes but cats are basically little furry dragons so yeah.

[A shrug. He is pretty sure if Katsuki had an actual issue with the nickname, he would have said something much earlier. His son was not the type of person to withhold his thoughts and opinions on something.]

I was born in America, yeah. We got usual sweet flavors. Lemon crisps is the weirdest flavor I've seen for American tastes. But I've been all over the world. Favorite city is New York. Tokyo is my third favorite. In case you were wondering about Japan.

Candy from around the world is all very different. I think that's the interesting thing. What people count as a dessert or sweet really varies.

[It's.. really cool to learn that Mike has been all over the world. And that his world was actually more similar to Katsuki's than Katsuki had imagined. The rules in each worlds are different-- one run by Heroes, biological super powers, and a tightly run society while the other runs on magic, titles, and fairytale-esque creatures--- but the core of it was the same.

It was still Earth. With the same countries and cities.]

...when the Sun comes back, we should see what kind of candy this place has. I don't think I've ever paid close attention to whatever I chuck in with my groceries.

[Even a boy who doesn't like sweets will enjoy a candy now and then! He can't hide from his childish side--]

Also Tokyo should be higher on your list. It should be number one! I bet it's way cooler than New York and you're just being biased!

[Or maybe Katsuki is being biased?? He's the one who's never been to New York!!]

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