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gifshistorical · 3 years
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Ann Skelly as Penance Adair | The Nevers 1.02
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eclipsemidnight · 6 years
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Vampire Fire Drills
OKAY SO dinner with @covrilly, @songs-and-types, and @pilotstudios took several turns, as they often do, and somehow vampire fire drills happened. I think I misheard something, or something. 
First there’s the question of how fires and vampires mix. Actual fire doesn’t, but for us meager humans the smoke is more dangerous than the fire. But for vampires? They have a decreased level of circulation at least, a complete lack of it at most. Therefore they don’t need so much air, or any at all, and the smoke shouldn’t be a problem, or at least as much of a problem.
Fire, though. There’s a long and storied history of vampires succumbing to fire as the primordial destructive force that *clenches fist* gets them every time. So, fire drills.
Imagine, if you will, your little kid vampires whose school days run in the middle of the night. At 2am, there’s a fire alarm. It’s not the loud claxon of human fire alarms, because the last thing they want to do is get the humans involved, right? Best keep the blood cows bumbling and naive amiright? 
It’s not a loud claxon, but it sounds like it anyway, pitched in a range that humans can’t ordinarily hear. Being a vampire isn’t just blood drinking, and while most can’t turn into bats they did keep the secondary hearing range.
The youngest are taught not to panic like humans, to quietly file out of the range of fire, and get somewhere safe. 
The rest remember those lessons, but are taught to go for the nearest fire extinguisher, if there’s a hope in stopping it. With so many vampires in such close quarters (there are only so many places to hide from the growing human population while their existence is shoved in the back of the garage; it’ll get out eventually, if the rats don’t eat them up first), it’s imperative to keep it from spreading.
There are always a few who die anyway. They die as heroes. It’s cold comfort to their friends, but one does as they must.
But imagine little vampire elementary schoolers, who exit swiftly, with all the grace of a coven of bats, guarded by fierce teachers, armed with the invention that has saved more lives than any other fire extinguishers.
These are the front lines, and they will die for their children if need be.
Today, they don’t. Today, it’s just a drill, and little Elspeth who sneaks back to look for fire will live. Her parents will scold her, and maybe she doesn’t get caught in the inevitable fire the next week. There are only so many places to hide from humans, and those tend to be the most flammable ones. There has to be a reason the humans don’t go there, after all.
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