Bram Stoker's Christopher
Bram Stoker’s Christopher
Male Walken TF/vampire theme
Disclaimer:
This is told from the point of view from a character who shares the same name as the character Renfield from the classic novel Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This story is mostly fictional and a satirical take on vampire movies, in particular Bram Stoker’s Dracula and is inspired by Dracula: Dead and Loving It.
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Hello, my name is Nathaniel Renfield and I am an inmate at the local asylum, as for why I am in there - well let’s just say I have a bug-eating habit and passion for Walken related things. You see, I have heard a lot about these beings called Walkens and they are like vampires. My master Christopher Walken has told me that he will make me as immortally Walkeny as himself and I believe him, they say i’m crazy but they’re the crazy ones I tell you - they don’t understand how much I care about my master.
How did I meet my beloved master, you ask? Well it all started on very fateful night at the asylum, everyone was just packing up for the night and I was in my cell finishing off my dinner which was an assortment of small flies that I saw buzzing around a dead body the other night. After my fellow inmates were asleep, I set up an elaborate ritual of sorts to become a Walken.
Using a dirty bathtub filled with blood and a golden cowbell that was placed near by, I was able to have the bathtub lined up near the window and I carefully stepped into it as the blood moon peered behind the clouds.
As I was soaking myself in the blood-soaked tub, a shadowy figure emerged before assuming its natural form, it was Walken himself. I excitedly jumped out of the bathtub to greet him.
“Master Walken! You’re here!”
“Yes...I am. I have arrived for you, Renfield.”
“You have?”
“Why yes, it is time.”
“What for, master?”
“For you to be one with the night.”
“I’m going to be a Walken, master?”
“Yes….”
“Ooooooh! I’ve waited so long for this and i’ve done everything you asked.”
“You have been so patient and done so well. You will make a fine Walken.”
“Master...you really think so?”
“Why yes.”
“Let’s do it then.”
“Good, now look into my eyes…”
I looked deeply into Master Walken’s eyes, slowly but surely falling into a blissful trance-like state in which all I could think of was Walken and his wonderful ways - all I wanted to do was serve my master and to help him make the world more Walkeny and beautiful.
“Yes, master.”
“That’s it...now I want you to tell me...what do you think of Walkens?”
“Walkens are so graceful and elegant. I want to be one so badly.”
“And you shall.”
“Master...do you love all of your Walkens?”
“Yes..rr...I do.”
“I’ve done everything you’ve asked, master.”
“That is very good.”
“Rrr..yes.”
“I sense you are ready.”
“To be Walkenized, master?”
“Yesss…”
I excitedly panted as I stepped out of the bloodbath, this was what I had been waiting for my whole life. Finally I was going to be free of this nuthouse and be a Walken like I had always dreamed of.
Walken gave me a reassuring smile as he gestured towards me, beckoning me to obey him - to which I did. He cradled me in his arms, growling softly as he did so. I became more relaxed.
“Oh, master...I…”
“Shh..”
He put his finger to his lip and shushed me, I nodded and listened to everything he had to say - everyone of my troubles rapidly fading away and becoming a blur, as new Walken-like thoughts graced their way into my mind. Thoughts of hunting, roaring, growling, singing and dancing - of being Walkeny.
In the process of this a growl emitted from my stomach, as my appetite shifted - human food and drink no longer would suffice, my new bloodthirsty appetite craved blood - real blood. I moaned but it sounded a bit like a growl.
“I…”
“Yes?”
“I’m thirsty, master….can you give me some blood?”
“Renfield, my young Walken...you are in good hands.”
A chalice full of blood materialized in front of me, as I grabbed the chalice - I growled happily. I lapped up the contents of the blood mixture, as Chris cradled me in his arms - I grew ever more excited about becoming a Walken.
I was so blissfully entranced by him and his ways I didn’t even notice myself slowly beginning to change as my straightjacket slowly peeled apart, reforming into a black and grey gothic suit and jacket, my pants ripping only to reform into a pair of elegant grey trousers. My legs elongated, growing longer and thinner as my skintone slowly paled, all skin imperfections fading away - I had a pair of Walken-like legs.
In the process my arms altered to become longer and thinner, becoming more lithe as they resembled Chris’s arms, my fingers extended, becoming longer as my knuckles pronounicated, in the process my fingernails lengthened and sharpened.
My chest, shoulders, torso and back slimmed down as I grew in height to 6’ft, becoming taller and more lithe. Most of my body by now had that pale Walkeny skintone on it except for my neck upwards, but there were no skin imperfections whatsoever.
My neckline extended, becoming longer and thinner as the pale skintone crept up it, making my neckline resemble Chris’s. In the process my hair turned sandy brown and prickled up, as my hearing and sense of smell increased. My strength and agility increasing to inhuman levels, as in the process - my eyebrows thinned out, turning sandy brown to match my hair - my hair was just like Chris’s as well.
The colour of my eyes shifted to a hypnotic shade of blue with dark green inner rings as my eyes shifted, becoming narrower and slightly sunken. I growled a little as my eyes gave off a supernatural glow.
In addition to this my nose altered in shape to resemble Chris’s, the pale skintone had now reached my face as my lips thinned out, the tips becoming pointed as the shape of them became crescentian, feeling my teeth lengthen and sharpen - I watched as my canines extended into fangs while the rest of my teeth became pointed and Hessian-like.
My cheekbones became more pronounced as my chin narrowed out, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken as my facial structure took on a more brachy/mesoian shape, I now fully resembled my master.
But there was one thing that wasn’t complete yet - oh yes what was it...my voice, another series of low growls escaped from my throat as my voice deepened, becoming lower and gravellier, but also becoming distinctive, haunting and hypnotic in tone, as a set of various Walken-like speech patterns developed. I couldn’t help but growl happily as my changes completed, all memories of what it was like before faded away. My Walken instincts coming full circle as I roared in my more Walken-like voice.
I was finally rid of my human form, I was now a Walken - just like my master. I growled happily and proudly as my new master Christopher Walken clicked his fingers, black smoke surrounding the both of us before whisking us out of the asylum and into a rather grand gothic castle/mansion.
I now reside with my beloved master Christopher Walken in his glorious mansion/castle as a young apprentice Walken who hopes that with enough training and conditioning, that other humans can become as eerie and Walkeny as him.
If anyone asks me who I am...my name is Nathaniel Renfield, and I am a Walken. Finally a Walken at last. Walken loves all his Walken and She-Hessians. For there is all in the world, no greater love than his.
Male Walken TF/vampire theme
Disclaimer:
This is told from the point of view from a character who shares the same name as the character Renfield from the classic novel Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This story is mostly fictional and a satirical take on vampire movies, in particular Bram Stoker’s Dracula and is inspired by Dracula: Dead and Loving It.
----------------------------------------
Hello, my name is Nathaniel Renfield and I am an inmate at the local asylum, as for why I am in there - well let’s just say I have a bug-eating habit and passion for Walken related things. You see, I have heard a lot about these beings called Walkens and they are like vampires. My master Christopher Walken has told me that he will make me as immortally Walkeny as himself and I believe him, they say i’m crazy but they’re the crazy ones I tell you - they don’t understand how much I care about my master.
How did I meet my beloved master, you ask? Well it all started on very fateful night at the asylum, everyone was just packing up for the night and I was in my cell finishing off my dinner which was an assortment of small flies that I saw buzzing around a dead body the other night. After my fellow inmates were asleep, I set up an elaborate ritual of sorts to become a Walken.
Using a dirty bathtub filled with blood and a golden cowbell that was placed near by, I was able to have the bathtub lined up near the window and I carefully stepped into it as the blood moon peered behind the clouds.
As I was soaking myself in the blood-soaked tub, a shadowy figure emerged before assuming its natural form, it was Walken himself. I excitedly jumped out of the bathtub to greet him.
“Master Walken! You’re here!”
“Yes...I am. I have arrived for you, Renfield.”
“You have?”
“Why yes, it is time.”
“What for, master?”
“For you to be one with the night.”
“I’m going to be a Walken, master?”
“Yes….”
“Ooooooh! I’ve waited so long for this and i’ve done everything you asked.”
“You have been so patient and done so well. You will make a fine Walken.”
“Master...you really think so?”
“Why yes.”
“Let’s do it then.”
“Good, now look into my eyes…”
I looked deeply into Master Walken’s eyes, slowly but surely falling into a blissful trance-like state in which all I could think of was Walken and his wonderful ways - all I wanted to do was serve my master and to help him make the world more Walkeny and beautiful.
“Yes, master.”
“That’s it...now I want you to tell me...what do you think of Walkens?”
“Walkens are so graceful and elegant. I want to be one so badly.”
“And you shall.”
“Master...do you love all of your Walkens?”
“Yes..rr...I do.”
“I’ve done everything you’ve asked, master.”
“That is very good.”
“Rrr..yes.”
“I sense you are ready.”
“To be Walkenized, master?”
“Yesss…”
I excitedly panted as I stepped out of the bloodbath, this was what I had been waiting for my whole life. Finally I was going to be free of this nuthouse and be a Walken like I had always dreamed of.
Walken gave me a reassuring smile as he gestured towards me, beckoning me to obey him - to which I did. He cradled me in his arms, growling softly as he did so. I became more relaxed.
“Oh, master...I…”
“Shh..”
He put his finger to his lip and shushed me, I nodded and listened to everything he had to say - everyone of my troubles rapidly fading away and becoming a blur, as new Walken-like thoughts graced their way into my mind. Thoughts of hunting, roaring, growling, singing and dancing - of being Walkeny.
In the process of this a growl emitted from my stomach, as my appetite shifted - human food and drink no longer would suffice, my new bloodthirsty appetite craved blood - real blood. I moaned but it sounded a bit like a growl.
“I…”
“Yes?”
“I’m thirsty, master….can you give me some blood?”
“Renfield, my young Walken...you are in good hands.”
A chalice full of blood materialized in front of me, as I grabbed the chalice - I growled happily. I lapped up the contents of the blood mixture, as Chris cradled me in his arms - I grew ever more excited about becoming a Walken.
I was so blissfully entranced by him and his ways I didn’t even notice myself slowly beginning to change as my straightjacket slowly peeled apart, reforming into a black and grey gothic suit and jacket, my pants ripping only to reform into a pair of elegant grey trousers. My legs elongated, growing longer and thinner as my skintone slowly paled, all skin imperfections fading away - I had a pair of Walken-like legs.
In the process my arms altered to become longer and thinner, becoming more lithe as they resembled Chris’s arms, my fingers extended, becoming longer as my knuckles pronounicated, in the process my fingernails lengthened and sharpened.
My chest, shoulders, torso and back slimmed down as I grew in height to 6’ft, becoming taller and more lithe. Most of my body by now had that pale Walkeny skintone on it except for my neck upwards, but there were no skin imperfections whatsoever.
My neckline extended, becoming longer and thinner as the pale skintone crept up it, making my neckline resemble Chris’s. In the process my hair turned sandy brown and prickled up, as my hearing and sense of smell increased. My strength and agility increasing to inhuman levels, as in the process - my eyebrows thinned out, turning sandy brown to match my hair - my hair was just like Chris’s as well.
The colour of my eyes shifted to a hypnotic shade of blue with dark green inner rings as my eyes shifted, becoming narrower and slightly sunken. I growled a little as my eyes gave off a supernatural glow.
In addition to this my nose altered in shape to resemble Chris’s, the pale skintone had now reached my face as my lips thinned out, the tips becoming pointed as the shape of them became crescentian, feeling my teeth lengthen and sharpen - I watched as my canines extended into fangs while the rest of my teeth became pointed and Hessian-like.
My cheekbones became more pronounced as my chin narrowed out, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken as my facial structure took on a more brachy/mesoian shape, I now fully resembled my master.
But there was one thing that wasn’t complete yet - oh yes what was it...my voice, another series of low growls escaped from my throat as my voice deepened, becoming lower and gravellier, but also becoming distinctive, haunting and hypnotic in tone, as a set of various Walken-like speech patterns developed. I couldn’t help but growl happily as my changes completed, all memories of what it was like before faded away. My Walken instincts coming full circle as I roared in my more Walken-like voice.
I was finally rid of my human form, I was now a Walken - just like my master. I growled happily and proudly as my new master Christopher Walken clicked his fingers, black smoke surrounding the both of us before whisking us out of the asylum and into a rather grand gothic castle/mansion.
I now reside with my beloved master Christopher Walken in his glorious mansion/castle as a young apprentice Walken who hopes that with enough training and conditioning, that other humans can become as eerie and Walkeny as him.
If anyone asks me who I am...my name is Nathaniel Renfield, and I am a Walken. Finally a Walken at last. Walken loves all his Walken and She-Hessians. For there is all in the world, no greater love than his.
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