Blood Brothers- MCYT Vampire AU

Chapter 6- Hunters or Hunted?

Tubbo was staring into the eyes of his best friend, while Ranboo was simply perplexed.
"Wha- Tubbo?"
Suddenly, Ranboo got defensive.
"You're not Tubbo. The real Tubbo is dead. Dead dead dead. You're a figment of my imagination, this is a stage of grief, right? Hallucination of your dead loved one?"
"N-no," stuttered Tubbo. "It's me! Tubbo! Your best friend! Ask me anything the real Tubbo would know, I'll answer it!"
Ranboo thought for a minute.
"...alright. What was the name of the orphanage we met at?" Ranboo skeptically asked.
"Manifold Orphanage!" Tubbo piped up.
Ranboo's eyes widened.
"It is you! Wait, weren't your eyes grey?"
"Oh. Yeah. About that. Umm... now you have two vampire best friends," stated Tubbo awkwardly.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... What were you even doing? Running like that?" asked Ranboo.
"Oh, it turns out Tommy sort of turned me into... this. I got sad, so I ran out of the mansion. Anyway, what were you doing?"
"Oh, me?" said Ranboo with an air of fake surprise. "Oh, I was coming back to apologise to Tommy. You do realise I saw you die, right? Anyway, after Tommy'd sucked the life out of you, I was kinda traumatised so I ran away from this wretched place. But I'm back to say sorry for being a bad friend."
"Awe, you're not a bad friend," Tubbo reassured him. "You were just scarred, terrified and traumatised. Perfectly normal reaction to seeing your best friend get murdered by your other best friend who went crazy."
Ranboo agreed, seeing it from another perspective. It wasn't that Tommy just did something bad and he overreacted, it was very serious and mentally destabilising. He didn't need to apologise, but he planned on it anyway since he wanted his old friendship with Tommy back.
"Well, shall we go in?" he asked Tubbo.
"Alright."
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
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Meanwhile
"So, this is it, huh?" said Dream, surveying the scene. It was gory and gruesome but by now he was desensitised to that kind of stuff, being a vampire hunter and all.
"Yep," said his boyfriend George. "Nine deaths. No survivors. Blood all over the place. It was a vampire attack, I know it!"
"Hmmm..."
Dream entered one of the houses to see a pale man slumped upon the sofa, clearly dead. On his colourless neck, there were two bright red holes.
"Yep. Vampire attack for sure. But which one? This seems new. The classics have larger fangs than this. So who did it?" he asked George.
"Are you saying there's a new vampire?" questioned his wary boyfriend.
"Yeah. I am. They look like they could be deadly, but to be fair all these people were unarmed and helpless. See those footprints there? They must have been from the dead woman upstairs trying to help the dead man. Tragic."
"So... you're saying weapons could bring them down?"
"Possibly," he said, brooding. "We need to find out who they are first. Take a sample of the fang size and fingerprints on the necks and mouths of some of them."
When he got back to his office, Dream tested the fingerprints and the ID it came up which read:

Thomas Simons
DOB: 9/4/2004
Status: DECEASED

A picture of the teen was enclosed. Blonde hair, wide smile, white shirt with red sleeves; Dream noted all of this. He made a vow to get Thomas, whatever it took, for those nine deaths. There had also been a man found dead in a forest previously, and the teen may have had been behind it. Some people had claimed they'd seen the famous Technoblade next to a blonde teen, true or not, it was worth investigating because if a new vampire was being taught by the DSBI, that just meant more problems for him.
Get em early, before they figure out how to fight against the hunters' actual weapons.
The weapons had never been successful for killing the vampires but it kept them at bay for a month or two. They still didn't know anything about killing vampires.
Yet. He wondered what his boyfriend was doing...
George was walking through the forest, up to the "abandoned" mansion, armed with a crossbow. He'd have told Dream directly but he knew Dream would have never let him go alone, and would have told him to "give it some more time," but he was fed up of all the killings and wanted it to stop!
Instead, he just left a note on Dream's bed and set out with a weapon.
He trekked through forests and towns, cities and parks, just to find the mansion.
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Meanwhile
Ranboo and Tubbo walked in and looked around for signs of Tommy, whom they noticed at the top of the stairs with a hurt look on his face before he realised who was with Tubbo.
"Ranboo?!"
"Yep. Me. Ranboo. I'm back."
"Oh. Wow. What for? I thought you would be... scared of me..?" Tommy said in his most innocent voice.
"Yeah, Tommy, I just wanna say... sorry for overreacting, I shouldn't have left you at such a vulnerable moment and I was a shitty friend so... sorry... I hope we can be friends again?"
Before he knew it, Tommy had sprinted down the stairs and hugged Ranboo tight.
"Oof," said Ranboo, looking down at Tommy's blonde hair and smiling. He wrapped his long arms around Tommy's back and returned the hug.
Ranboo glanced at Tubbo meaningfully.
"Oh, yeah," Tubbo coughed, "Tommy, I'm also sorry for overreacting too... It was just a bit much to wrap my head around... so, sorry..."
"It's alright, Tubbo. When I woke up I hated it and refused to drink any blood."
"Wait, I forgot you drink blood as a vampire... Do I have to do that? Cuz I've been hungry and eating sandwiches and stuff and they didn't do anything for me," said Tubbo.
"Oh, yeah. You have to drink blood. Sorry Tubbo. You gotta do it."
"Oh. I guess I better get to it, then."
And he promptly walked out of the door and into the forest.
None of them expected that.
"Why the fuck is he so innocent but has no trouble killing innocent people?" puzzled Tommy.
"Dunno. Your guess is as good as mine. Guess we don't know him as well as we thought, haha," Ranboo replied.
Phil walked in.
"Hey Toms- wait, what's the tall human one doing back here? Thought they ditched you?"
"Oh, Ranboo apologised. We're friends again!"
"Oh."
There was an awkward moment of silence between them.
"So, where's the dramatic brunette kid?" asked Phil.
"Oh, he went out to hunt."
"What? Just like that?"
"Yeah. He asked me if he needed to drink blood, I said yes and he just said "Alright," and walked out the door. We didn't expect that."
"Yeah," Ranboo agreed. "A bit disturbing, how innocent the kid is and then he turns around and does something like this."
"Hm," said Phil approvingly. "The kid has some guts, huh."
"Yeah. Wonder how he's gonna get food."
"Hm."
Tubbo did, in fact, get food, and was very successful in it.
He was walking through the pine forest bordering the DSBI's mansion when he heard a twig snap and a leaf crunch.
"Hello?" he called out.
Another voice replied, "Hello? Who's that?"
"I'm Tubbo. Who are you?"
"I'm George. Do you know a Thomas Simons? I'm looking for him."
"Why do you want him?"
"He's a very dangerous vampire who's responsible for the deaths of over nine people."
"Oh. So you're a human?"
"Yeah. Can you see in this light? I can't."
Tubbo decided to lie, he could see clear as day because of his vampirism but didn't want to give it away.
"No, I can't either!"
"Come near me for protection! I have a crossbow!"
"OK. How?"
"Follow the sound of my voice!"
Tubbo crept up behind the man, who had dark brown hair and was wearing a blue collared shirt. Putting his hands on George's shoulders, he sunk his teeth into the human's neck. George screamed as Tubbo feasted. Tubbo instantly understood why Tommy had murdered all those people, blood tasted so good...
He put his hands on George's and prised the crossbow out of his hands because George was shaking as all his blood was drained. Suddenly, George slumped down on Tubbo and he wasn't really sure what to do with the body, so he decided to haul it up to the mansion and ask the others. He thanked God for his apparent enhanced strength, George was only as heavy as your average cat.
"Guys!" he said, dragging the body behind him. "What do I do with the body?!"
Phil came down, looking unimpressed.
"You just leave it, dummy. Why'd you not rea- IS THAT GEORGE?!" Phil exclaimed.
"What? How'd you know his name?"
"How'd you get out there alive? George is, or was, the boyfriend of famed vampire hunter Dream. Dream's exiled so many of our kind..."
"Oh. I just thought he was a man who'd stumbled across the forest or whatever. He did say he had a crossbow, though. I took it out his hands before he could shoot, but I didn't pick it up, it's still there."
"Hey, Techno!" called Phil upstairs. "Cmere!"
"What?" said a pissy Techno, appearing at the top of the stairs.
"This kid's just gone and killed Dream's boyfriend. And left his crossbow in the forest. Go get it for me, will ya?" Phil said with a smirk.
The pinkette sighed. "Fine. But give me the details, kid. I wanna know how the fuck you did that."
Techno soon spotted it and picked it up, accidentally shooting the arrow into a tree.
Let that be a sign for Dream when he inevitably comes here. Your boyfriend shot and missed. That gives you an idea of what happened. Plus, if the weapon is disabled, it's better because he can't use it on us, Techno thought.
They lay George's body on a bed, they needed to keep it to blackmail Dream.
Wilbur appeared next to Tommy, who was sitting on a chair, next to the body.
"Hey, Toms. How are you doing?"
"Better. Tubbo and Ranboo are back, so that's all good!"
"Yeah, but I heard them saying they wanted to get rid of you from their gang. I overheard them when they thought nobody could hear them. They were saying such rude stuff about you!" Wilbur was lying, they had never said such things, but he felt Tommy could be a vampire to his full extent if he had no friends, no ties to humanity weighing him down.
"...were they?"
"Yeah. And they're plotting to leave together."
"Oh..." Tommy took a moment to digest this.
"Don't stop them, Tommy. They don't want you anymore, not what you've done to them. You can't force them inside here, they won't ever be your friend anymore."
"Oh. Ok."
Wilbur got up, leaving Tommy questioning whether his friends actually liked him or not.
Phil was out hunting, Techno was writing letters and Ranboo was taking a walk.
Phil came back with a bulging red-stained bag. Tommy decided to not question it.
Phil walked into the room he was in, and dumped the bag down next to the table with a crystal mirror propped upon it.
Tommy wondered why they owned it, it wasn't like anyone could see their own reflections or anything, being vampires and all.
"Hey Tommy."
"Hi Phil."
"Y'know, what, Tommy?"
"What?"
"I'm really proud of you. How far you've come as a young vampire. Going from 'oh nooo I can never drink blood' to killing nine people on a blood high. Lemme tell you, blood highs are the BEST. The best one I've ever had was in 1543 when I killed 22 people in one session. It was absolutely amazing. Top tier feeling."
Tommy smiled. "Thanks. I think I'm getting desensitised to killing now, you know, it's inevitable so why not? Every human will die, I just speeded it up a bit."
"That's the right way to think as a vampire. You can't exist happily as one of us without eating. You know how that feels, being starved," said Phil with a smirk.
"Yeah... Never again. That was hell. At least we have one more brother for the family, right?"
"Actually, Tommy, we might have to kick him out. He's posed problem after problem and then brought your ridiculously tall human friend inside. I mean, you'd have to use my powers of flight just to bite him!" Phil joked.
"Awe, no, I want him here."
"Sorry, Tom, I don't think we can do that. Our family is... picky... about who joins. You do realise you're the first member to join in 250 years? There's hundreds of vampires! Why couldn't have we just had one of them?! We chose you for a reason. Your resilience. Your bravery in the face of danger. Your refusal to play on anything but your own terms. Your overall character. You're just the one, Tommy. Tubbo's... not. He can live near us, sure! But not in the mansion. Sorry."
Tommy was gutted.
There was a knock at the door, and Ranboo answered it.
Ranboo called up, "Hey, who's 'Dream'? He wants you guys, apparently,"
Phil choked on the blood he was drinking. There was a voice downstairs.
"Thanks for letting me in, kid. Now, where's my boyfriend?"

editors note: rip that gogy ayyy
this chap was very long but it's dedicated to my friends charley, fox, amanda and charlie :D
word count: 2267 :)