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ok in this story Optimus is a vampicon which to humans is a vampire. He can't turn into a bat or anything else other than a truck, these ones are for Halloween, and Optimus's optics look like this when he's hungry
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Optimus quietly stalked a scouting patrol of 10 vehicons through the deciduous forests, as he has to do this every Deca-Cycle to keep from killing his team. When he kills with his swords and guns he feels guilty about the lives he takes but, when he kills with his fangs, though he hates to emit it he enjoys every moment, to be wild and free. Sucking the life out of his kind never ceases to give him the thrill of a good hunt. Focusing back on his current prey, he waits for one to lag, then he ambushes it by silently running up from behind it, so as not to attract the attention of the others and quickly pressing his digits on a spot under its chin to keep it from shouting for help
"This will hurt less if you don't struggle" he whispers, into its audio receptor, it nods quickly
"Good, now I'm going to have to take your Energon my little meal" he purrs quietly. Though he can't see its optics, he notes that its venting has quickened, probably because of fear. Smiling evilly, he can feel his optics change from their usual blue to red and black. Flaring his fangs he then, uses his free servo to tilt the vehicon's helm to the side, so he has better access to its neck cables and slowly sinks his fangs into them. Instantly Energon starts running over his glossa and into his tanks, Optimus shutters his optics and his engine softly purrs with delight as this vehicon's Energon is sweeter than most. Though unneeded, a wonderful reward for his patience. Some Energon drips to the ground, he dips 2 sharp digits into it and brings them to his intake, where he then lets his glossa lick them clean. Dropping the dead body with a soft thud, he continues to pursue the rest of the 9.
One of the vehicons, 5t-3v3 or Steve gradually realizes that he is surrounded by 8 others
"I thought lord Megatron assigned 10 of us, not 9". The others looked around quickly conforming that Steve was indeed right
"he probably fell behind," one says.
"No he didn't," a low voice said somewhere from within the trees. Quickly forming a circle, an old vehicon asked
