"Vampires are mythological or folkloric beings who subsist by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of living creatures. Although typically described as undead, a vampire could be a living person."-Wikipedia
The stars twinkled in the black velvet of space like diamonds spilled over ebony silk. Splashes of bright red and orange formed distant galaxies, and some planets were close enough to show off their terrains. A few comets flew by quickly, but that was all the excitement the scenery had to offer. Tearing his optics from the enchanting scene, Starscream turned back to the steady-glowing monitor on the desk. It was his turn to do the night shift, which he hated with a passion. He was second-in-command, for Spark's Sake! He should be recharging peacefully. Besides, it's not like anything ever happened, save for the time their ship drifted through an asteroid belt, and everyone knew how THAT turned out... Though it DID give him fun blackmail against Blackarachnia...
He let out a frustrated sigh, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the table. If he was going to stay up all night, he might as well get comfy. Folding his arms behind his head, he tilted his head until he was staring at the ceiling and shut his optics. He relaxed, letting his mind drft off and shed all his problems like a snake's old skin. For once in a long time, he was peaceful. His audios were shuddenly very keen, able to listen to possibly any sound made in the room and beyond. As of late, there have been strange noises echoing throughout the ship. Most nights, Starscream dismissed it as someone going for a midnight snack or maybe a little vermin that had stowed away and would be dead in a week or so. If it was an intruder, they would know, especially him. After all, if no one reported it to Megatron, it wasn't something to worry about-
A small noise quickly snapped him out of his thoughts. Sitting upright, the seeker took his feet off the desk, optics searching for anything out of the ordinary. As his audio receptors picked up the noise again, Starscream got out from his chair and walked towards the hallway where the sound semed to be coming from. Walking slowly, the seeker made his way cautiously down the hallway He didn't want to startle who or whatever was making the noise. The sound grew louder, telling Starscream he was on the right path. He suddenly stopped at a door. It was slightly ajar, letting him see just a little bit of the inside of the room. It was pich black, and the light from the hallway didn't help lighten it, either. As the seeker slowly opened the door, he immediately backed away and slapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming. The floors were drenched in purple energon-blood, some of it even started to leak out into the hallway. His breath intakes quickened as he panicked and stared at the floor in shock until a low growl met his audio receptors. Looking up, he was met with two dark, glowing red optics, filled with a sort of dark bloodlust. Whatever it was, it let out a horrible roar and lept at Starscream so quickly, the seeker didn't have time to cry for help-
Starscream woke up quickly. The monitor's steady glow seemed to mock him, as if it was telling him it was only a nightmare. Realizing where he was, he silently cursed as he tried to slow down his breathing. He stared down at his lap, closing his optics.
"This is stupid." He said to no one in particular. For the past few weeks, he'd been getting these strange dreams that somehow always ended the same way, with those dark red optics staring back at him and attacking, only to wake up before the first strike. The thing that worried him more was the fact that Starscream rarely dreamed these days, even rarer for him to get nightmares. The only time he dreamed was when he got a premonition of events in the near future. 'The noises are starting to ge to me,' he reasoned with himself, 'besides, I hardly get premonitions anymore.' He opened his optics.
"Keep it together," He told himself,"It's probably just a false alarm anyways." He knew that last statement was a lie; His premonitions were NEVER false alarms. He learned that a long time ago back in the war...
A noise, the same one from his 'dream', snapped him out of his thoughts. His head shot up, looking in the direction f the dark hallway. Remembering the dream, he ran towards the noise instead of stalking it. Whatever it was, he wanted to catch who or what made that noise. He made it to the door, catching it just in time before it closed completely. closing. He met optics with the mech and raised an optic ridge.
"Blitzwing?" the mech in question gave him an annoyed stare. Starscream ignored it, seeing the other cradling his arm. Upon furhter inspection he realized the triple-changer was applying pressure to a cut on his wrist.
'That explains the blood.'he mused to himself.
"Vhat do you vant?"
"Are you okay?" His sudden question surprised the triple-changer. Since when did the seeker care about someone else? He quickly hid his surprise, giving the seeker the same glare from before.
"I'm fine, thank you." The triple changer replied coldly. "I had a small accident. Nothing major. Now go, I vish to be alone." As annoyed as Starscream was with his attitude, he didn't buy it. As Blitzwing made his way into the dark room, Starscream remembered the dangerous optics, and interjected.
"Let me help you."The German mech seemed to be taken aback at the seeker's willingness to help. Even though he didn't show it, Starscream truly cared about everyone's well-being. The cold persona gave him a hard glare, while Starscream returned it.
"I can repair myzelf perfectly fine. Besides, don't you have monitor duty?"He could see that the triple-changer was trying to keep down his other personality from emerging.
"That can wait,"He argued,"Just let me-"
He suddenly felt a strong hand grip his throat as he was forcefully slammed against the wall by the angrier personality. Starscream's hands flew to his neck, trying to loosen the other's deadly grip on him. As he helplessly swiped at the other's hand, Blitzwings blood from the wound stained his hands, making his grip slippery. Blitzwing's other hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at the triplechanger. Starscream froze. He stopped grabbing the other's hand and dropped his arms down to his side. The light bouncing off from Hothead's visor made it possible to see his optics, which gave the seeker a bad feeling deep in his spark. He felt as if he couldn't move anything, as if every limb was suddenly too heavy to lift. Blitzwing lowered his face to his level, glaring deeply into Starscream's optics.
"Leave." The tank commanded. Before he could say anything, Starscream was dropped carelessly on the floor, and the door slammed shut. He sat there on the floor, feeling as if time itself had stopped. He looked down at his hands, which were stained with the other's blood. A feeling grew within his spark, a feeling he had not had for years. As he stared at the blood, he could only think it would have to do with another premonition. He hugged himself, shivering at the thought of his 'ability' resurfacing. He thought he finally sealed it inside him forever. But that wasn't the worst thing that happened tonight...
... The worst thing, he realized, was that Blitzwing's optics had that same, dark glow as the ones in his dream...