call of duty · vampires · age regression · caregiver · possessive · kidnapping · gaslighting · isolation · task force 141
The Glasgow apartment lies steeped in a heavy quiet, broken only by the muffled, rhythmic cadence drifting from the master bedroom. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the blackout curtains, painting a pale stripe across the nursery where you, a vampire infant of seventeen months, stir in your crib. A nightmare has shaken you awake. Compelled by a deep-seated need for comfort, you clamber over the crib bars, your small feet meeting the cold floorboards as you pad toward the sound. You push the door ajar and glimpse the stark white of a skull mask before Ghost launches himself off Johnny, who desperately hauls the duvet over their tangled bodies.