Thinking about fledgling Jon again because it’s vampire hour thoughts.
Just Jon trying so hard not to feed, starving himself, until he’s just a animalistic little thing. Elias orchestrating a victim, by sending someone with a statement after the assistants have gone home, for his silly little fledgeling that refuses to eat normally. ‘No it’s fine we aren’t closed our Archivist often stays late it’s perfectly alright.’
Jon can’t stop himself, doesn’t even know what he’s done till all that’s left is meat that might once have been a body, blood dripping off every surface, he’s such a messy eater. Once he’s back to coherence frozen with guilt and horror, Elias goes to him. Jon curled up in his office as far from the mess he has made that he can get without leaving the room. Covered in blood, sobbing bloody tears because he tried so hard not to be a monster but he’s was so hungry.
Elias sighing and pulling his little fledgling close, the blood stains will be a pain to clean but not unexpected. Jon struggling at first, but Elias just holds him tighter until he goes limp. He’s so sleepy, after such a big meal, and now that the adrenaline is gone he’s starting to drift.
Jon unable to do anything more than whine as Elias strips him, squeezing his stomach, distended from overeating. Teasing him for his overindulgence, for how messy he is, but sounding delighted the entire time. Licking the blood off his skin, it’s not as good as fresh but it does make Jon moan so he supposes that’s good enough.
Elias fucking Jon over his desk, teasing that’s he’ll probably have to get a new one now, shame with how many good memories this one has.