Transformers: Bloodlines

Bloodlines

She awoke on a cold, metallic floor, three pairs of blood-red eyes staring down at her, making her feel weak and vulnerable. Rosalie stared back, her body trembling as one of the creatures reached for her; “Go away!” she hissed. Two of the mechanical beings laughed at her insolence, while the third simply watched unmoved by the spectacle.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” the largest one stated calmly, wrapping his fingers firmly around her slender body. Rosalie was too tired to struggle and her voice cracked; thirst was beginning to take its toll. “Megatron. The female is in need of sustenance.” The Decepticon leader cocked a single optic ridge in Soundwave’s direction, and then looked down at the tiny fleshie in his fist. “Starscream! No, wait… You would probably lace it with some ungodly substance; Soundwave, fetch some energon for our guest.”

The seeker waited for the stoic mech to disappear from the room before growling towards his leader. “Lace it? Feh. Why are you so intent on… taking care of this disgusting cre—” Megatron backhanded his second-in-command, sending him back against a nearby console. “Rosalie Gray… There is much to catch up on,” he purred, relaxing his hold on the human. Rosalie clung to each digit, though unconsciously so, and glared up at the Decepticon’s handsome visage.

“I have the energon you requested, Megatron.”

He opened his hand so that Rosalie could rest comfortably as a small portion of energon was placed before her. As she scrutinized her supposed food source, the three Transformers began to communicate amongst themselves; in a language far beyond comprehension. Rosalie eyed each one carefully, soaking in their appearance, their voices, their personalities and apparent rank. She then hesitantly reached out to grasp some of the crystallized energon and brought it to her lips…

“Ew…” she groaned as it melted in her mouth, almost completely void of taste; it was not appealing in the least. Megatron gazed down at her and smiled. Starscream, on the other hand, laughed before making himself scarce—Soundwave also taking his leave.

“Do you not like it?” Megatron gently brushed some excess from her chin. Rosalie tensed as he did so and pushed away, hugging his thumb tightly. “I want to go home,” she muttered.

“You are home, Rosalie…”

“No. I’m not. Where am I anyway?”

Megatron gave a soft snort and held his hand out for her to take a better look. The girl was silent for the longest time; she couldn’t believe her eyes; space, she was in space! And breathing…

“How—”

“You are special, my dear.”

“No…” she snapped, standing within his palm; “No. I should be—”

“Dead? You will never die…”

Another bout of silence fell over them, and all she could do was stare into his optics. “Tell me why it happens, then.” She stepped closer, peering over the lump of energon as she raised her voice. “Why am I the way I am!” The silver mech frowned, emitting a slow rumble deep within his chest as he moved to stand near one of the Nemesis’ many ‘exits.’

“Well?”

“When you were born, your tiny body was infected with an incurable disease—well, thought to be incurable… There was one other option; me. When I was frozen, the human scientists extracted a sample of my CNA and injected it into you… It successfully cured you of the disease, but…”

“…but what?”

“It backfired; the introduction of my CNA was a mistake; you changed gradually over time; it was making you into a Cybertronian from the inside out… You are more of a daughter to me, than you were to your own father, Rosalie. Do you understand?”

“…O-oh dear.”