#Bloodsuckers but not only in the fun way.

[redversaillesrose]

Honestly the worst thing about vampires is how disgustingly rich they are. Generational wealth on steroids. Yada yada metaphors you are thirsting over a landlord, Carolina.

[gojonanami]

BLOODSUCKER - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: you had avoided your ex for so long, only to run into him at a halloween party, and he's the same as ever but has his teeth always been that sharp? ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, nsfw, dub/con, blood kink, gojo has fangs, biting, marking, bloodsucking, fingering (f!receiving), swearing, semi-public sex, sex against a car, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, baby), ✴︎ wc: 2,704

“Can I have a bite?” He whispers, lips against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending a warm flush down your body — and why did he smell so intoxicating? 

The night had gone on normally enough — yet another Halloween party you had been dragged to (after you had lost a bet and ended up being the designated driver for the evening) in another coordinated themed costume — this time for the Barbie movie. Yet another throng of costumed drunks and weirdos you had to wade through while your friends had their fun. And you thought the night would be boring. 

Oh, you were so wrong. 

He saw you first. You were only sure of that, after, because you remembered the prickling of your skin when his ice blue irises had found you lounging in the loft area upstairs — where most people had begun to clear out of after the keg had arrived downstairs. You had let your hair out of your wig, your head aching from the weight of the hair on your head and the cheap elastic band trying to work its way into your forehead. 

You unlocked your phone, looking at yourself in your camera, pouting at the state of your hair — unkempt and unruly from the wig, but you only could do what you could. 

“Great, now I can be a scary Barbie,” you murmur, locking your phone, as you pocket it. 

“Oh, you’re not scary,” and your head snaps up, eyes finding those pools of still blue that looked like you could drown in them — and you very well would. His lips were curled in a small smile, his skin looked pale in the harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen, “but I wouldn’t mind seeing you be a little scary,” 

“Satoru,” your lips twist, fuck, you thought he’d never show up to this party — you had avoided him flawlessly since your breakup — if you could even call it that. You never official — you were never anything, just a situation that was more than a booty call, but less than a relationship. Every invitation was only accepted with assurance and recon that Satoru would not attend, every exit strategy was planned, and every move was carefully made. 

Except this one. 

“Oh, you recognize me?” he gasps in mock surprise, lips in that shit eating grin you had loved to kiss off of him, but now, all it did was make you want to slap him, “surprised you did after you’ve avoided me for so long, sweetheart,” 

“And apparently you’re the one with brain damage because we broke up — don’t call me that,” you sigh, eyes glancing down at his outfit — a black and white suit with a high collar, as his mouth moved as he spoke, you caught sight of fangs on his teeth, and his eyes glinted with a crimson tint dipped in an ocean of blue, “your costume is fitting — you definitely did suck the life out of our relationship,” 

“Bitter doesn’t suit you, baby,” your eye twitches, as he dares closer, eyes glinting in the low light of the kitchen, “plus y’know, you always did the best sucking,” 

Your traitorous cheeks flush, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes betray you by flickering downwards, “fuck off—“ 

“Oh, I know you want me to fuck something — don’t think it’s off though,” he looms closer, licking his lips, as he smiles — and your heart forgets to beat — did he always smell this good? He smelt of musk, wood, and everything warm and honeyed — the scent melted over you, plying your resistance with sweetness in contrast to his vulgarity, “look at you, haven’t even touched you and you’re so pliant, where’s that mouth now?” And his thumbs drag down your lips, pulling at the bottom one — “looks better wrapped around my cock, doesn’t it?” 

And his words snap you from your trance, slapping his hand away, “didn’t expect an apology from you, but I thought you’d do better than this shit,” 

“Can you blame me for missing you, pretty?” He pouts, “thought you loved me more than that,” 

“And I thought you loved me enough to commit but looks like we both are wrong,” you roll your eyes, “go find someone else to fuck with, Gojo,” 

He raises an eyebrow, “Aw, baby, don’t act so unfamiliar, you had my dick in you after all, you can still call me Satoru,” and then there’s a cheer in the living room that cuts off your retort, as he turns to look. 

And that’s your cue to leave, you slip away from him, grabbing your jacket, making an Irish exit, slipping through the throng of people partying. You manage to get down the street, the streets quiet now, the sounds of the party growing more distant by the second. A sense of dread settled over you the more you walked, forming a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach. The streetlights flickered above you, the wind cutting through your jacket as you pulled it closer around you. Your car was close, right past this wooded backyard, trees lining what seemed to be an abandoned home. There was only a few more yards — and then you heard a twig snap — your head snapped around to look behind you. 

And that was your mistake. 

A hand clamped over your mouth, as you gasped against it, another tight around your middle, your scream was muffled against the palm. And then a familiar voice whispered in your ear, “Boo,” before he lets you go, and you whirl around, smacking Satoru against his chest, hard. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your heart was pumping, hard, nearly banging against your ribs, body still shaking with adrenaline, “what the fuck - that’s not fucking funny,” 

“It wasn’t supposed to be funny — it was supposed to be spooky,” he grins, unaffected by your anger, as your fingers clench into fists, “you didn’t give me a treat so I had to play a trick. It’s the rules of Halloween, pretty,” 

“It wasn’t spooky, it was fucking scary—“ you move to hit him again, and he catches your hand by the wrist, and he’s pulling you close, “let me go, Gojo—“ 

“Satoru,” he corrects, his fingers caressing your cheek, and you feel your knees knocking together, the world shifting beneath your feet, “I’m sorry for frightening you, sweetheart,” and he’s helping you walk over to your car, “just wanted to make sure you get to your car safely,” 

Why were you letting him help you? Why was your body leaning against his? Why were you letting his arm slink around your waist, fingers squeezing your hip? But those same questions sunk away into the inky abyss of your mind, as thoughts blurred over each other, and all you can think about was him.  

“Satoru,” you murmur, as you stumble against him, and he catches you by your waist, steadying you, “I don’t know what’s wrong,” your head rests against his chest, but you felt so comfortable, so…content. 

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he purred, his words only intoxicated you further, drizzled like melted molasses down your throat, “that spook I gave you earlier really took it out of you, but,” his fingers tilt your chin up, his eyes finding yours — and they glowed, a shiny blue that unnerved you, “should I show you something really scary?” 

“Satoru, what—“ and he’s kissing you, lips sliding against yours — he tastes familiar, hint of candy corn that he was always a fiend for, but he tastes even sweeter than that, headier too — before he parts, “what are you doing?” 

“Showing you just how much I missed you,” he hums, thumb gliding over the length of your cheek, “y’know how hard it was for me without you? Wouldn’t be able to sleep. I could only think about how I had screwed thing up. Would take these long walks at night when I couldn’t sleep,” and his fingers trace down your jawline, before reaching your neck, his thumb resting against your pulse, “turns out those walks were good for one thing,” 

“And what’s that?” You murmur, still utterly distracted by his touch. 

And he brushes his lips against your neck, teeth grazing against your pulse, “Finding a way to keep you — forever,” and his lips find yours again, more insistent this time, as his arms press your body to his, your hands sliding up his chest, caged in by his form, “can I have a bite?” he whispers, lips against your ear now, sending a flush across your cheeks, “just wanna mark you again, like i used to, make you mine,” 

For a moment, the curtain snaps back, mask slipping, as your eyes flutter open without the rosy glasses he had slipped over your eyes, “I’m not yours,” and you only see him — the true him — for a moment. 

His muscles tighten, fingers digging into your sides harshly, gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise, his gaze is dark, navy instead of the usual cerulean with a ring of red that pierces through your skin, but his teeth — his teeth scare you the most — his fangs aren’t fake, his tongue sliding against them both, as he flashed an unnerving smile at you that sends your blood running cold.  

But not colder than his. 

“Satoru — what—“ and his lips find yours again, sending a headiness throughout your body, from your head to the tips of your toes, “I-“ 

“Just let me have this, just this one night,” he murmurs, words as smooth as glass and as needy as need itself, “please,” 

And you’re the one pulling him to you, back against the cool metal of your car, and your fingers cup his face, pulling him against your lips. He tastes like want, his tongue parts your lips, as his fingers slide up your dress, sending goosebumps up your thighs, “Fuck, all it takes for you, huh?” He murmurs, and his fangs nibble at your bottom lip making you gasp, pressing wet kisses down your jaw, until he reaches your neck. 

“Been thinking about this for far too long, sweetheart,” 

two fingers drag down your neck first, as he tilts your head for easy access, and you shiver at his touch — was he colder than before? “I’m going to be doing a lot more than marking you like I did before,” his lips press a delicate kiss to your neck, “need to taste it,” 

And his fangs drag over your soft flesh, before he finally bites you. Your mouth hangs open in a sharp gasp as his fangs pierce your skin, and your head lolls back, as pleasure floods your body. You feel your warm blood dripping from your neck, slipping down your skin, as he sucks from you. 

He pulls away for a moment to look at you, your scarlet blood dripping from his mouth, painting his pale pink lips burgundy, as his tongue darts out to catch the blood slipping down your chin. 

“You taste like everything to me,” he murmurs, pressing his nose against the nape of your neck, “sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, aren’t you?” 

You whimper, “Satoru, feels so good,” and he’s kissing you again, letting you taste your own blood on his lips, it only makes you want him even more. But this isn’t right, something wasn’t right—

“Just give in, sweetheart,” he’s dragging your hands down your sides, squeezing your hips, as his palms rest under your thighs, “let me make you feel good,” 

And he lifts you, guiding your legs to wrap around your waist, as his large palm slides up your thigh, hiking your dress up. He grins, looking at your soaked panties, thumb pressing against your puffy clit, making you gasp and squirm, “wonder if you taste even sweeter down here, baby?” 

You whine louder, as his fingers slide into the waistband of your underwear and snaps it against your skin, “Your blood is pumping harder than ever, bet it tastes even better like that — full of your fear, full of your pleasure,” his fingers are sliding your drenched panties down, “fuck, you’re a little freak, bet you got wet when I grabbed you, can’t all be from the last few minutes,” 

And his lithe finger sinking into you, as your lips part in a gasp as he bullies your walls, “So tight for me,” he groans, as his finger curls against you, making you moan, and his teeth graze against your neck, before sinking in. You both moan in tandem, as he drinks more of your blood, as a second finger parts into your folds, your release dripping down his palm. He’s stretching you out — fingers pistoning in and out, Pleasure courses up and down your body, toes curling, as all you can hear is the sucking of his fangs and the squelch of his fingers in your cunt. 

And then he hits that spot, and you’re cumming, slick dripping down your thighs as you moan, as your hips move against his fingers, riding out your orgasm. He pulls your fangs from your neck, letting your blood drip down your neck. 

He tilts your head back, letting him look at your fluttering eyelashes and fucked out expression, lips parted, as your blood paints your skin a beautiful maroon. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart,” he’s pulling his fingers from you, as you gasp from the emptiness. He places them in his mouth, cleaning them of your release, “think I may get addicted baby, gotta have more of you — doesn’t matter if it’s your blood or your cum,” 

And you hear the clink of your belt buckle and sound of his zipper, as he frees his cock, rubbing against your dripping pussy, “Gonna let your ex fuck you against your car? Gotta have you baby, but if I take you now, I don’t know if I’ll ever let you go,” he’s teasing the head of his cock against your pussy lips, “do you still want me to do it?”

You whine, back arching against the hard surface of the car, “please, I need you,” your fingers wrap around his neck, his lips against yours, “Satoru—“ 

And he’s sinking his cock into you, as he’s lifting your legs to your ears, ankles by his ears as his hips flush against your ass, “Fuck, can you feel me kissing the deepest part of you?” His hips roll into you now, slowly at first, again and again, as your walls throb around him, the car groans and your ankles ache against his slow thrusts, “best cunt I’ve ever had, and all fucking mine now,” 

“Toru, please, more—“ 

And he barks a laugh, sweat slipping down your forehead, his balls slapping against your ass, “so needy f’me, you’re mine aren’t you? Say you’re mine,” he’s grunting as your walls flutter around him, and he knows you’re close—

Your orgasm washes over you, toes curling, and he leans forward, fangs sinking into you, as he fucks you through it. The blood he drinks makes your head dizzy with pleasure, until he pulls away, letting your blood drip from his lips. And he’s grunting, hips stuttering as he bottoms out — making you gasp and whine again. Until he’s cumming inside you, painting your walls white, emptying his load into you. He’s fucking his cum inside your cunt.

And he’s easing your legs down as the two of you come down, his face buried in the nape of your neck, licking at the blood dripping from his bites — your neck beginning to ache and sting now. 

“So pretty, so perfect,” he coos, his lips curling still red from your blood, as he’s curling his arms around your waist, “gotta take you home so I can taste you all over again.” 

“No, I can’t. This was a one time thing—“ 

And he’s tilting your chin up, eyes flashing dangerously, as his lips curl, “I told you, I’m not going to let you go, besides,” he turns your head towards your rear view mirror, your eyes beginning to glint red, “I have to let you have a bite of me later,” and you can feel your blood run cold, “it’s only fair, isn’t it, sweetheart?” 

✴︎ a/n: was possessed to write this by the halloween spirits -- also i have a thing for bloodsucking now unfortunately. have a spooky season :)

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[alphajocklover]

My and my 2 straight friends are doing a watch party for the spooky season. We try to find some movies generally unheard of, doesn't mean they are always good tho. I wondered if you had any idea to spice up 3 gamer's night, and maybe more. And I think this is deserving of a trick.

So, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that, unless something changes soon, no one is going to go to your watch party. You and your two friends you planned it with, Liam and Tyler, are the only three who show up, and the party will be a complete flop. It’s not as bad as it sounds though. You three have a great night, watching bad movies, playing video games, making inside jokes and eating junk food and candy. It was a little embarrassing that no one else came, but all in all it wasn’t a bad night.

The good news is that it’s not too late. Your night doesn’t have to be just ‘not a bad night.’ You asked for something to spice up the night, and I’m going to give it to you. 

I did a little research into you and your friends before I sent this out. No offense, but you guys are kind of movie snobs. It’s not unexpected that you’re intense about movies, given that you’re all film students, it’s just that you take it a bit too far. You guys don’t mean to, but you tend to pick apart and criticize movies people like until you take all the fun out of it, only to then rave about bad movies because to you they were so bad it was hilarious. That's the main reason everyone skipped out on your watch party, because they knew you’d pick unusual, and sometimes bad, movies. So the best way to fix your problem? If your movie choices are driving people away, put on something else! I know it sounds awful to you. Putting on something else to bring people in means putting on some dumb, overplayed mainstream movie you’d have to suffer through the entire night. Watching some overhyped dumb cash grab just to make your watch part more popular doesn’t just sound shallow, it sounds unbearable. But you’re going to have to trust me on this. This movie isn’t popular, it’s not that good, and it will change your life. ‘Brad, Chad, and Vlad’ Isn’t a movie most people have heard of. No one in your school's film department will probably have heard anything about it. It’s an 80’s Halloween comedy about two frat boys, Brad and Chad, who accidentally awaken a vampire, Vlad, and end up getting into a bunch of college shenanigans with the ancient bloodsucker. There’s even a classic 80’s makeover scene where the vampire gets a frat boy makeover. As you, Liam and Tyler watch the movie, just to check it out before the party, you can help but laugh at how cheesy the whole thing is! It’s like if a frat boy tried to make a scary movie, and somehow hit comedy gold. As the movie continues, you start to find some of this stuff… honestly funny. The part where Vlad uses his powers to scare a bunch of nerds made you and your friends laugh loudly, and the storyline about Brad and Chad almost getting kicked off the football team was strangely… relatable? You actually felt for the two dumb jocks, and cheered as they beat the nerdy chemistry club slash dark magic cult and freed Vlad from his curse. As the three friends, now all able to be together in the sunlight, flex their muscles cockily for their sorority girl love interest, you and your bros Lee and Ty couldn’t help but flex too, celebrating the movie's end with your solid meaty muscles shining in the light of the TV.

You and your best bros had fucking loved the movie, and you knew the rest of the frat would love to see it. You had found the perfect movie for the party, which was great considering the 3 of you knew nothing about movies. The three bisexual sports majors barely knew how to take a good enough video for their shared OnlyFans. Not that it mattered. People didn’t pay to watch you three fuck for the camera quality.

[ohimsummer]

BLOOD BANK

—vampire! suguru x reader, bloodsucking, predator/prey elements, light choking, kidnapping technically

wc 1.1k

there is a thrumming in the woods. a pair of hearts trying to out-beat each other, both for vastly different reasons.

the man—this dark-haired beast—savors his time in reaching you. his walk is a slow, menacing lumber, one he can afford to take when his prey is just some shivering little thing with their back literally to a wall. a lost lamb out in the woods, way out of their element and woefully easy to rip apart.

he looks amused. you imagine for someone like him, that you’re making quite the easy meal; fear cementing you to the spot, only part moving is the involuntary tremble in your limbs and those wide, frightful eyes looking for an escape route.

the tall, otherworldly man stops just several feet short of you. he waits, and when you make no sudden movements, he talks. “aren’t you going to run?”

it’s all a little…confusing. is he really giving you permission? he’s letting you go? or is this just another trick, granting you a sliver of hope before he promptly snatches you back into reality? there is only one way to find out.

you clamber up onto wobbly legs, using the large wall of rock behind you to help steady yourself. he only watches, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, fascinated, amethyst eyes detailing your every clumsy move. staggered steps. the frantic turns of your head before you obviously pick a random direction to run, not even knowing where it goes, if it doesn’t lead to a dead end.

barely ten steps in, and you’re hitting the ground with a thud. your head makes a sharp collision with the ground, leaving you both stunned and confused. did you trip over your own feet again—

the heavy weight on top of you says otherwise.

as your captor manhandles you onto your back, a heap of whimpers worm their way up and out your throat. the helpless bleats of a caught animal. he pins your wrists with one hand before you can even fight back, legs on either side of you to straddle your waist. he turns his head to the side, moonlight catching on the sharp edge of his jawline, and he laughs at the weak flailing of your legs behind him. you’re so puny and vulnerable. he’s been having fun with you since the start.

your desperate mewl of ‘please’ is cut off with a shush, soft and low as if to console you. “no begging, my darling, none of that.”

he looms over your helpless form, leaning down to bury his nose in your neck and all you can do is cringe and cower further into the dirt. the man hesitates over the skin of your neck, and then you hear him, feel him take in a deep whiff of your scent.

“i hadn’t planned on hunting, tonight, “, he murmurs along your skin, lips tracing over the expanse of your throat, “but, you smelled too delightful for me to pass up, and i am dying to know if you taste just the same.”

he pulls back to admire you again, and long, feathery, raven locks form a curtain around you, isolating your vision to just him. him and those bewitching eyes that keep you so mesmerized, afraid to look away.

his other hand traces up the length of your arms, where the man laces fingers with you. he gives your hand a light squeeze, then presses it down hard enough to keep your other hand secure to the ground. the opposite hand comes to a rest on your throat, squeezing lightly as if he feels the blood racing through you.

never breaking his gaze gives you a first-hand view through the windows of his eyes, straight into his thoughts and you watch in horror as the veil of hunger in those violet shades morphs into pure, predatory greed. he doesn’t look like he wants to just play with you anymore. like he wants to maybe sink his teeth into you here and there. no, this is a look that says he yearns to devour you whole.

your captor can see the realization cross your features, and the look of sheer terror on your face makes him want to just go ahead and eat you right up.

“n—no, i—,” you begin writhing beneath him again, thrashing and pleading and crying for an out, but he doesn’t even have to adjust his strength to keep you in place. “i don’t taste good, i promise, i swear!”

the man only chuckles, amusing himself with your pitiful escape attempts. “let me be the judge of that.” and then he flashes you a wide, toothy grin.

a glimpse of those fangs turns your blood to ice, and your body goes numb. he laughs again as you grow still in an instant, long, forked tongue running over his glistening canines. they’re abnormally long, sharp as glass with a pointed tip. perfect for puncturing skin.

it happens faster than you can anticipate. his eyes narrow, and then a split-second later, there’s a light pressure on your neck, swiftly followed by stabbing pinpricks of pain. an abrupt gasp followed by a stuttered choke leaves your lips. your chest heaves. and then the man is looking at you again. there is red on his immaculate teeth, coating his lips, running down his chin to stain his once-pristine white shirt.

the side of your neck feels sore. a constant, throbbing pain just below your jawline, only soothed when he leans down again to run a warm tongue over the spot, feeding from you and, despite his courteous persona, it’s clear that he’s a messy eater. you can feel the smear of blood on your neck, jaw, dripping down to the dirt below and seeping into the earth.

“didn’t take you for a liar.” he is speaking again, working his snake-like tongue over his lips to poorly clean away the blood. “ i’m not usually one for sweets, but i can make an exception. just for you.”

a wave of nausea threatens to drown you entirely; birds swim in a halo around your head, eyesight blurry and faded. there are arms under your back and the bend in your knees, and then you are weightless.

“where….where are we…..”, you mumble out the incomplete inquiry.

“we’re going home.”, he says.

your head lolls to the side before resting on his chest. it’s firm, with the muted tone of his slowed heartbeat inside. his hair feels ticklish against your cheek. it makes your face scrunch up, and now there is the low rumble of his laughter at your expression. between that and the nausea, the exhaustion, it takes no time for you to drift off to sleep. and the last words you hear from the man is him calling you his new little blood bank.

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[mishellii]

watching twilight with bf yuuji<3

pairing: gn!reader x yuuji itadori

A/N: something short and self indulgent i wrote after reading ch251 (i miss being happy) hope u enjoy xx

,,say it. out loud."

your boyfriend recited the words he'd heard just seconds earlier, pink hair brushing against your cheek as his head rested on your shoulder.

you could hardly focus on the 2009 hit movie that played on the small tv in yuuji's dorm room, with him making fun of every scene in extreme.

,,you're a vampire." he pitched his voice to mock the protagonist, left leg dangling off his twin sized mattress.

,,are you afraid?"

teeth playfully digging into your skin suddenly, you pushed your palms against his stomach with a giggle.

,,yuuji, i'm trying to watch this!"

the brown eyed boy just chuckled at that, letting his face rest in the crook of your neck, side-eyeing the main character with a frown on his lips.

his left hand was resting on your tummy, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of your, truthfully his, t-shirt.

usually, yuuji was a patient guy, listening to you for hours explaining the plot of a book you just finished or explaining the math question for the 5th time with a smile on his pretty face, but he couldn't sit still to save his life.

so, watching movies with him was entertaining, to say the least.

'i wanted to kill you.' the vampire's voice purred from the screen, which made yuuji scoff.

,,romantic." he added, causing the grin on your face to grow even bigger.

the insane amount that you adored your boyfriend should be studied. it was unbearable, some times, having so much love for him you didn't know where to put it or how to show it.

,,is she deranged?" he exclaimed suddenly, addressing the way bella expressed her trust to the bloodsucker despite his previous statement.

-,,she's in love."

,,she is stupid."

letting his words run circles in your mind, you hit your knuckles against his thigh for a quick slap, making the boy wince in his exaggerating ways you were all too familiar with.

,,sometimes that's the same thing." you spoke, noticing his face twist to look up at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

you were trying to pay attention to the movie, after all.

,,hm," he mumbled, scooting even closer to you, throwing his legs over your own.

laying in your lap like a puppy, your hand ran through his hair at an angle that made your muscles cramp up but you didn't mind. you were stupid in love, after all.

"that's true."

X X X X X X X

small bonus:

,,if that's what being in love means, i don't mind being stupid." yuuji added, lips pressing against your neck.

-,,only applies if you weren't before already."

,,mean!?"

thx for reading, i hope u enjoyed !!<3

divider by @enchanthings !

[mylifesjustacarousel]

bloodsucker

pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested!)

summary: you’re keeping a big secret, but you didn’t think that anyone would be able to figure it out. especially hook.

type: kinda angsty

CW: none

WC: 800+

requests are open! <3

It was a cloudy day outside, your favorite kind of day. You could actually sit outside and study instead of being cooped up in your room with the windows closed. There were many kinds of people at Merlin Academy; Sea witches, dwarves… but you were the only vampire. At least the only one that you knew of. Nobody else knew. You didn’t know how they, or how the school, would react. So, for your safety, you kept it a secret…

… or you thought you were keeping it a secret.

Hook was sat across the courtyard, quietly watching you. Your almost lifeless skin, your dark clothing, the way you seemed much more lively at night. Hook was not the brightest person alive, anyone could tell you that. But, there was something off about you that nobody could put a finger on. Until him.

There was absolutely no way that you were a vampire, though. There couldn’t be… could there be?

You looked up, noticing the brunette boy staring at you. Grimacing, you closed your book and got up, going over to him. “You know it’s considered to creepy to just stare at people, right? What’s your deal, Hook?” you asked, your arms crossing over your chest.

“Easy, darling. Can’t a pirate just sit and admire the scenery?” he smirked, winking at you. He couldn’t deny that he found you intriguing. Your dark aesthetic and even darker attitude had him wanting more. But, he was going to have fun with it.

You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away from him. He quickly got up and grabbed your hand. It was ice cold. Your skin turned impossibly even more pale as you ripped your hand away from his grasp, “Don’t touch me!”

Putting his hands up, he backed away a few steps. “You’ve got it, lass.”

You quickly stomped away, collecting your books from the ground and shoveling them into your bag before walking off. You were screwed.

“This is gonna be fun.”

It was a few days later, and you were avoiding Hook like the plague. There was no way he knew, right? He couldn’t even figure out how to make a simple potion. You were wandering the forest late at night, something you did when you had a lot on your mind. If you were caught, there’s no telling what could happen to you. You worked too hard to get to where you were.

You leaned up against a tree, taking in the scenery in front of you. It was quiet. Peaceful. You never realize how much you appreciate silence until you’re stuck at a school with hundreds of other kids. But, you loved it. It was your one chance for a sense of normalcy in your life, seeing that your life had been so far, far from normal.

Your family was one of the only vampire families left, the rest had been wiped out centuries ago. Vampires weren’t thought too fondly of, everyone thought that they would suck all of their blood out. But, those stories were nothing but folk tales perpetuated by the same people who sought to kill the vampires. You were kept in hiding for a lot of your life, but your parents wanted to give you a chance at a normal life. So, you were sent off to Merlin Academy.

“Hello there, lass,” a voice called out from behind you.

So much for peace and quiet, you thought.

You sighed, knowing exactly who it was. You turned around, “Hello, James. You know, you just can’t seem to take a hint, can you?”

“What fun would that be?” he asked, resting on the tree beside you so you were face to face. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

“You need to go. Like, right now.”

He pouted, his eyes looking you up and down. “Why? Are you going to, I don’t know… suck my blood out? Maybe try to kill me? Is that why, darling?”

Your jaw dropped, “How did y-”

“How did I know? You didn’t keep it very well hidden, dear. So, what do we do about this?” he teased.

Grabbing his shoulders, you pushed his back up against the tree, getting in his face. “We? We are doing nothing about this. You are going to act like you don’t know anything, or else I will suck your blood out. You got it, Hook?”

His face turned red, a red darker than the jacket that he was wearing. “I don’t know, m’lady. It seems like a pretty big favor to be asking of me.”

You moved closer to him, the tips of your noses pressing together. “I need you to cooperate with me. I am literally begging.” He raised a brow, “Begging? I like the sound of that.”

You shoved him away, groaning. “You’re disgusting, James… But, please, just keep this a secret. I can’t ruin my chances here.”

Hook realized how serious you were being and let up a bit. “Alright, alright, darling. This little secret will stay between us.”

“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him.

“I promise, my little bloodsucker.”

“I absolutely hate you, Hook.”

a/n: this was such an interesting request, i thoroughly enjoyed writing it. it gave very much zombies/monster high vibes. i hope you enjoy it! mwah mwah mwah!

[smuttycentre]

THE FIRST VAMPIRE pt.2 (DAMON SALVATORE)

M/n: Male reader

Word count:

Synopsis: After claiming a place to stay and Matt Donovan you take interest in the new bad boy in town. This is set in series one, episode one

Warnings: blood sucking, 3-way kissing, top!Damon, submissive!Damon, bottom!reader, unprotected sex, rimming

Author Note: This is part of a series where you are an upgraded original vampire in The Vampire Diaries. You can compel anyone and everyone including the originals, witches and hunters. The goal is to fuck everybody in this series while following the timeline of the original series and introducing new characters as they come into the show.

You woke up to the soft sound of Matt, your partner breathing deep while sleeping. Last night was a great night and it only marked the start of your journey to conquer the town of Mystic Falls.

You turned to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep tight, baby” you whispered as you got up and left.

Last night was amazing but you wanted more. You craved attention, affection and desire. Your lust for men is growing and there’s only one thing to do. Claim someone new.

You walk around the town all day watching the townsmen and finding your next person to fuck. No one yet.

…

The sun set and there was still no one. You could always come back home to Matt, but you want to suprise him, give him someone for when you are away. Someone for you both to play with.

“Ahhhhh” you hear someone scream in the woods. There is a party going on so you assume it’s just a girl having fun. But then you smell blood.

A snack. You think. You zoom over to the woods and find the girl. You notice her from photos in Matts… your house. It’s Matts sister?

You crouch over her body bleeding out. “There’s another vampire in town?” You question. “Awww, what a shame. We can’t let you die, yet”

You get out your phone and call for a paramedic. While waiting there you touch your hands to her bite marks and get some of her blood on you. You then suck your fingers and enjoy the taste of her blood.

SNAP. You hear a twig snap and you get up and turn towards the source. What was once empty space was now a figure in leather. You can’t quite make out who it is.

“I thought that me and my brother were the only bloodsuckers in town.” The figure said. “We can’t let people knowing I’m here, let’s change that.”

With that, the figure picked up a piece of wood and zoomed over to you. You’ve been around thousands of years and nothing catches you off guard. He struggles to impale you in your heart but this is nothing for you, he was strong but but strong enough for you.

With him this close to you, you can see him clearer. He had smooth pale skin and shaggy dark hair. You could smell alcohol on his breath, what’s that? Bourbon.

“You’re strong” he exclaimed. You smiled, enjoying his struggle to hurt you. He will only hurt you when you allow him.

Even though this mysterious man was a vampire, you are the first vampire. An elite type of vampire. The sun does not hurt you. You can compel even the strongest of minds even witches. With this knowledge you look at him in the eyes and start to speak.

“Stop what you are doing. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Answer each question truthfully.”

His grip on the piece of wood dropped and so did his grip on you. He stepped back a little to allow you space to move. You circled around him with him staying completely still.

“Who are you?”

“Damon Salvatore” he replied

“How many vampires are there in this town?”

“Just me and my younger brother”

“What are you doing in this town?”

“I am trying to get a vampire named Katherine out of a tomb she in trapped in. And my brother is infatuated with a student who looks just like her”

Interesting. This Damon guy is still frozen you think. And that small drop of the girls blood beside you was not enough.

You stand behind Damon and tilt his head over. You move to his ear and whisper seductively “You’re going to be mine” and then you sink your teeth into his smooth neck.

Damon moans in pain but that only makes you want to drink more. You release your fangs and wipe your mouth. You then move to the front of him and without compelling you say “drink me.”

You tilt your neck and await for his lips to press down on you. Nothing happens.

“You’re going to need your strength back. I’ve got all night. Drink from me” you order.

Reluctantly he moves his head to your neck and gets his teeth out. He then bites into your skin and starts sucking you, draining from you. You enjoy this feeling. You’re in euphoria.

After a while you break his head away from you and look at him. He is still frozen until you say. Your blood is all over his mouth and you go in close and start licking it off his face. He looks at you, not scared but slightly thrilled. This is hot.

“The paramedics will be here for your snack soon. Let’s get out of here.” You lean down to Vicky and compel her to forget everything.

…

“Where are we going?” Damon asked as he is compelled to follow you.

“Your new home” you reply with a smile.

…

“Matt” you shouted as you opened the front door. Boom-boom-boom you hear as Matt comes running down the stairs.

“Hello love” he excitedly said as he came over and kissed you.

“Hello. This is Damon Salvatore. Can he come in? I think he will be a lot of fun”

“Of course. Come in” he said. You all go into the living room and Matt offers you a drink. You accept and go for his neck.

Damon is just stood in the middle of the room. You give Matt another passionate kiss. You are so glad that he is yours.

You turn towards Damon. “I think for you. I’m not going to making you do anything that you don’t want to.” You move closer to him and say into his eyes: “You will give in to every instinct you have deep down. Lust, allure, touch.”

“You will not leave my sight” you say. Damon nods and understands.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You ask.

“No” Damon yelled.

“Well of course not, I haven’t made you want me yet.” You walk towards Matt. “Let’s show him what he’s missing baby”

Matt smiled knowing what was coming. You start making out. His warm lips pressing against you, turning you on. You take Matts top off revealing his sexy body and hard nipples.

You move down to them and start licking them. Both of you make approving noises.

“Fuck yes m/n” Matt exclaimed.

“Mmm-hmmm” you reply still sucking on his nipples.

Damon is still watching, not showing any expression. You go over to him and grabs his crotch.

“Hmm, not fully hard yet but getting there. I know you’ll want me.” You move close to his face and start kissing him. He is resisting but something tells you that he likes it.

While kissing him you gesture Matt to come over. The hot, shirtless jock came over and you started to have a 3-way kiss. There was a noise, so tiny but there. It was the moan from Damon. He was resisting less, giving in to his desires.

You moved your hands onto Damon’s chest. His muscle-fit black t-shirt was showing off his incredible muscles and pecs. Your fingers slid onto his nipples and you gave them a tug.

“Ughhh” Damon moaned and with that you took full control of the kiss. You slid your tongue into his mouth and he didn’t resist at all. You’ve won. Matt went out knowing to leave you two alone. Just you and Damon alone in the room.

You carry on kissing as Damon allowed you to unbutton his jeans. He then took them off leaving him just in his tight top and his underwear.

“Hmmm. I think we’ll leave your top on, it’s hotter.” You tell him. Your hands travel from his nipples to his now hard dick hidden underneath his black underwear.

His heart skipped a beat when you touched his goods.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You ask.

“Yes” Damon said very quickly.

“Well, if you insist” you say as you lower down to your knees.

With his underwear still on you start kissing softly the outline of his dick. You know it is going to be a good one. After about 10 gentle kisses you finally give in and take his underwear off revealing his hard 8 inch penis. This was the biggest one you’ve ever seen. You even gasped at the size of it.

You grabbed onto his dick and slowly took the tip inside your mouth. You moved your tongue around inside your mouth making his entire tip wet.

You then decided to go deeper. You opened your mouth wider and started to go down on him. His cock tasted so good in your mouth. It was where it belonged.

Damon started thrusting his hips forward and back deeper into your throat. You started gagging as he kept going deeper and deeper inside you. He was really enjoying this and you didn’t even have to compel him to force him. You simply allowed him to be who he really was deep down.

His wet dick carried on thrusting into you until you wanted more. You stood up and asked “Do you want your dick inside my hole now?”

“Oh yes please” he said. He then leaned in for a kiss and this shocked you.

“What? Do you not want that?” He asked.

“I do. It’s just. I wasn’t expecting you to want me so much.” You say pleased.

He smiled an evil smile and and started to undress you. In a flash you were fully naked and facing each other. He turned you around and you dropped your hands onto the couch so that you were bending over and your arse was exposed.

You laughed as you just let him take over. Before you knew it Damon was leaning down and his face was in your arse crack. He started sniffing and licking all at the same time. This felt exhilarating.

Lick lick. Your arse was being devoured and you was enjoying every second.

Then for a few seconds the licking stopped. Just as you were about to turn round to see what was going on you felt his long dick enter you so smoothly and so suddenly.

You yelped out in pleasure as you tensed your hole around his dick making him moan. There was no going slowly for Damon. He was all the way in and out of you 3 times a second. He was so skilled and fast you knew he was a good choice.

After a while in that position he ejected from you and you turned around to lay on the couch. Damon followed you down and grabbed your legs as he pulled your hole towards him.

Your cheeks were spread waiting for him to re-enter you again and he happily obliged. Again you both moaned from the pleasure of each other. He lowered onto you and started to kiss again.

He carried on kissing you and exploring your mouth while he was pounding you so quickly. His raw dick inside you felt so good it brought you immense pleasure.

Faster and faster he went.

“I’m gonna cum” Damon yelled.

“Do it. Do it inside of me.” You begged.

And within a matter of seconds, Damon’s warm seed oozed inside of you. 5 full loads of white treasure explored deeper inside you. You felt each load as it shot out of Damon.

You both moaned at each load from the joy it brought you. It seemed to last an eternity. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close.

“You’re mine.” You say.

“I’m yours” he replies.

“And just to make sure…” you start to compel him, “you will do everything I say. You belong to me. You are mine. Your sole purpose is to please and serve me.”

“Yes Master” he replied as he collapsed on top of you panting.

Who next you thought. Maybe that brother?

[thetxtdevil]

TXT as Vampires

Welcome Ghouls & Goblins,

The TxT's Devil has conjured a fictional version of Tomorrow x Together as vampires. These characters are very little related to the actual men, but it's fun to fantasize. This will be a guide to know what I am writing about in my future projects. Some elements are inspired from AS YOUR VAMPIRE LOVER by @beomiracles enjoy...

Yeonjun

Level: born vampire, oldest of the clan Appearance: pale, raven black hair, dark maroon irises Special Powers: mind reading, can turn people, fast speed, strength Facts: Works as a Phlebotomist, this means he has extreme self control. He is able to take multiple bites from one feeding stopping himself before the victim runs out of blood. Since he's the oldest he knows a lot, so he's always teaching the boys and then gets made fun of for being old :( Suggestive Facts;) He knows he's handsome... he's cocky and a flirt. Since he can read minds he will read yours especially when you aren't able to say what you're really thinking...

Soobin

Level: turned vampire [cause: a way to save his life from intense injury], leader of the clan Appearance: pale, honey blonde, TALL, brown irises that turn into a flame red Special Powers: hypnosis, fast speed, strength Facts: As the leader, he keeps track of spendings in the house and the whereabouts of the boys. Although he was turned, he is excellent at training others if needed (Yeonjun helps too). Suggestive Facts;) Very sweet, doesn't want to take your blood, but he eventually does after you consistently ask. Secretly wants you to have his vampire babies and to make his own lineage.

Beomgyu

Level: born vampire Appearance: interestingly tan, long dark hair, rosewood irises Special Powers: transforms into a bat, fast speed, strength Facts: Gyu likes to spend his nights with werewolves. He also goes around exploring vacant areas (the haunted house down the street, the closed down mall, etc.). He enjoys the old ways of vampirism so he will wear victorian garments and dramatically roam around the clan's castle. Suggestive Facts;) Drains you… can't help it (he can) but he likes they way you taste and fall into his arms :(( Wants to do it EVERYWHERE, in every part of the castle, in a coffin, in the woods, maybe even his favorite old buildings.

Taehyun

Level: born vampire Appearance: pale, untamed platinum blonde, occasionally dyes his hair red, ruby red irises Special Powers: hypnosis, mind reading, can turn people, fast speed, immense strength Facts: Tae was brought up in a very traditional vampire household (never interacted with humans only fed on them, stayed in the dark) thats why he knows a lot of the powers that get personal. However, since he has been with the clan Tae has spread his bat wings: bar hops with yeonjun, having conversations with Kai about humans, reads A LOT of novels from supernatural to humans. Suggestive Facts;) He has self control when it comes to feeding but tends to lose that control when getting intimate. Loves your throat, loves to kiss it, bite it, choke it... Secretly wants to turn you even though he admires your mortality, he just wants you forever.

Huening Kai

Level: turned vampire [cause: victim of a feral vampire], youngest of the clan Appearance: pale, dark brown wavy hair, TALL, brown irises that turn into a bright scarlet Special Powers: recently found out that he can transform into a bat, fast speed, strength Facts: Kai is a baby bat, so he studies the ways of vampires (the boys help). He tends to forget that he’s allergic to the sun, comes back to the castle with steam off his head and burnt. Kai has learned to control himself with feeding on others, but he’s still a bit messy. Suggestive Facts;) He's learned from his ravenous past that bloodsucking is not always good, so he tries to not feast on you but when you give him the go ahead he won't stop. I suggest to invest in turtlenecks because this man loves to mark your neck. You could be human but he loves when you bite and suck on him too.

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[see-arcane]

Who are your top five vampires?

Only five?

Dracula (of the book, not films, Dracula) - I know, I know, predictable. But he's as much my favorite villain as he is my favorite bloodsucker. I love hating this undead bat bastard :3

Clarimonde (of "Clarimonde") - My beloved Parisian party queen who just wanted a lil hedonism and a few drops of blood from her crush.

The entire family/village of the Vourdalaks ("The Family of the Vourdalak") - Aka, 'The Extra Weird Corpsey Vampires Who Can't Be Staked to Death, Fixate on Turning Loved Ones, and Slaughter Everyone Else.' They're so fun :3

Carmilla (of "Carmilla") - I respect any and every tragic lens-version of the character. Wholeheartedly. But my favorite version is Actual Serial Killer Vampire Lesbian Who Wants to Eat This Specific Girl in More Way Than One.

Miriam and John Blaylock, Sarah Roberts (of The Hunger 1983) - Not only are there bisexual antics about, plus Bauhaus performing in the goth club cage, but the lot of them present a version of vampirism which I think is the single most horrifying version of undeath I have ever seen on film. Vampires can always be made sexy or scary. It takes real work to make being a vampire scary, and this version goes well beyond Stoker's original writing.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 2 - That Fuckin Bitch

You find lost friends.

On AO3.

It is a dog. A bundle of white fur and a tail wagging so hard it circles in a loop as Scratch gives himself helicopter-butt.

Wyll drops to his knees the second the elevator stops and the dog throws himself at the horned man, tongue flapping, body wiggling, whining happily.

You don’t got much time to even notice all that before you’re bowled over by a big, feathered mass of an owlbear cub. Y’all been gone, what, a week? And then some? Yet the little dude lunges up so high he reaches your chin as he totters on his back legs.

He trills and squeals. His claws catch on your new armor (thank fuck for that armor) while he nibbles at everything he can reach.

“Sweetums,” you say. Bury your fingers in the soft feathers around his face and give him some good head-scritches. His ear tufts lift as his eyes sink shut.

“Oh, the druid didn’t die,” Astarion says.

The druid being Halsin, whose bear form shimmers and ripples with golden light as he shrinks down into a slightly smaller man. Elf. Whose body then goes loose in what you can only assume is relief.

“Oakfather be praised,” Halsin says. “I was beginning to worry.”

“Only beginning?” Wyll says with a cheeky smile.

Halsin’s return smile flickers, looking too tired. “You all did defeat a goblin camp and rescue the Emerald Grove. But the Underdark can be exceedingly dangerous in many different ways.”

“Ch'k,” Lae’zel all but spits. “I found no danger. Only the bloodsucker and the weakest istik received that honor.”

You…been called worse.

Halsin’s gaze darts to you. You lift a hand (the other still occupied with Sweetums). “We’re all fine. Just some critters.”

“And the drow,” Astarion says. “I managed to feast on several of them, and our darling leader crushed one to pieces with a boat.”

Halsin’s gaze turns to sharp worry.

“Oh please,” Karlach says. “I split a minotaur in half. And then Wyll and I got caught up in that fight between them dragons—”

“Oh, here we go,” Astarion says.

“I’m telling the truth! There was two dragons, but we didn’t know they were dragons at the time cause they were disguised as people—”

“Next you’ll tell everyone you stumbled into a vampire bar. Admit it, darling, we—” He slings an arm around your shoulders and hauls you close, much to Sweetums’ dismay. “—got to have all the fun.”

“There actually were two dragons,” Wyll says.

“Yeah! And a bunch of kobolds! But the gold dragon—”

Gale winces. Mutters, “Those are exceedingly rare. The likelihood of any of us coming across one, in the Underdark no less—”

“—she roasted all of them! Poof! Into ash!” Karlach finishes.

Halsin’s mouth opens. The shape of a question forms, but then he just looks at y’all.

“Is that a stew?” Shadowheart says.

A pot sits on a bed of coals next to a small fire. A savory, kinda tangy scent wafts through the air and y’all been on limited rations for the last fucking week.

“I, yes,” Halsin says. Steps to the side. “Yes, it is. Though it’s quite watery, and I doubt there’s enough for everyone.”

“Aha,” Gale says and reaches into his pack to pull out a sack of potatoes like a stage magician flourishing a baby bunny. “I do believe I may be able to assist with that.”

Away from caves and rivers, the monsters and murderers (well, the ones not in y’all’s group). Away from an active lava lake, and you could use a dinner, a massage, and then a coma.

So that’s when that fucking bitch Mizora pops in.

***

“I swear, the next time I see that streak of shit, I’m going to pinch her head off her fucking shoulders,” Karlach says. Makes the approximate motion of plucking off a fuzzy dandelion head.

You’d help her. Will help her, if you can think out how.

Wyll sits quietly next to the fire, Scratch between his legs, the dog’s head on his knee.

That fucking bitch. That ratfuck twat.

“This is the last job,” you say, like that’s gonna actually make it better. “Last one, and he’s done.”

That’s what y’all managed to negotiate. Last time, that bitch had fucked Wyll over in person. This time, she did it by way of a Star Wars hologram, and she’d sounded stressed. So you’d asked about it.

Which still wouldn’t’a done shit if Astarion hadn’t piped up. Apparently “magistrate” also meant some kinda lawyer?

So Wyll gets to Moonrise Towers, frees some poor fuck that bitch calls an asset, and he’s free. He’d thanked y’all, but now he sits quietly, and you can’t help but think of them first days off the farmstead. The first night, in Sasha’s bedroom at two in the morning, sitting on her couch watching the lights shift along the ceiling as cars drove by below.

It was noisy in the city. Though you’d later found out y’all was just in a suburb of a larger town. First time you ever went to Tulsa and saw an honest-to-god skyscraper, you got dizzy sitting there in the car.

You still refuse to enter one.

But that first night, you sat on that couch by yourself. You were free. You’d done it. You ran the fuck away. Turned your back on the lord and the Pastor and Mother.

You were the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the Earth. You were going to hell. No doubt. People who left went to hell. They succumbed to the voice of the devil, and they always knew you had the devil in you. That was why Mother was so hard on you. She was trying to help, trying to save you, and this was how you repaid her. You scurried off in the night like a coward. A traitor.

An apostate.

The worst thing anyone in the world could be, and you felt that ooze over your skin, sinking cold and sick into your stomach. Worse than some godless heathen liberal, you had seen the light of the lord. Had felt his presence. His grace. His love. And you flung it into the mud.

Stupid, evil, ungrateful girl. You betrayed them all.

You’d watched Sasha drive. Saw how her foot worked the pedal that made the truck go. The steering wheel, a knob for the lights. Girls didn’t drive, since their calling was on the farmstead and the work there, but you were always too deceitful for your own good.

Sasha had set her keys in a bowl on the kitchen table just through the door.

This place, this room with all the noise and the echoing thuds of footsteps tromping up nearby stairs, a girl’s voice echoing down the hall, it wasn’t for you. You didn’t know what half the things in that living room were for. Had never been alone like this. No bunk above yours, no sleeping girls around you. Just you.

Sasha had offered to sleep on the floor beside the couch she put you on. You’d assured her you were fine. You wanted to be alone.

Because you had the devil in you.

If you grabbed them keys and took that truck. If you went back now, right this second and begged forgiveness, they’d take you back. The prodigal daughter. The lord goes ever-searching for his lost flock.

There would be punishment. They would have to cleanse the sin that overwhelmed you, banish the devil’s temptations filling your mind. But you wouldn’t be alone like this. Wouldn’t be so stranded in an alien world, an alien life.

You surged up, bolted for the kitchen, and managed to reach the sink before you started to throw up.

“Hey,” you say, in Middle Narnia. Slide to a seat near Wyll.

He looks up. His smile is soft and warm. At first glance. But you know what to look for: the strain around the seams.

“Thank you again,” he says. Gives Scratch his namesake. The dog’s tail thumps against the ground.

“Wish I could’a done more,” you say.

Wyll hums. “She’s a sly one, that Mizora. Always finds a new way to get her claws into you.”

You get that, too. The lord goes ever-seeking his lost flock.

“You know everybody in camp wants to beat her ass for you, right?” you say. And boy howdy, this feels awkward as fuck. But when he looks to you, you know the man desperately needs to hear it. “We all care about you. You even got Astarion to jump in for you.”

That cracks the first hairline fracture into Wyll’s brittle mask.

“Ain’t none of us gonna stand back, Wyll. You ain’t all by yourself. You give the word, and we’ll jump her. Or what’s left after Karlach gets to her.”

“Fuck yeah!” Karlach, apparently in earshot, hollers. “I’ll scoop her lungs out her arsehole!”

Another crack. A trickle of genuine warmth spills out. Wyll nods. “I’ll keep that in mind. It’s just…being the Blade of Frontiers. All my magic comes through her. If…when I lose that. I’m not…not sure who I am. The man, and not the Blade. I want that contract gone, make no mistake. I’ve been leashed to that creature for far too long. It’s just…”

He looks at the hand not busy petting Scratch.

“You’ll find him,” you say. Hold his gaze when he lifts it. “You’ll have to build him, brick by brick. But you’ll build it, and from what I seen of your foundation, you’ll build him strong.”

There it goes. The mask shatters. Leaves Wyll, the man, soft and exposed.

“You really think so?” he says.

And that’s about as much vulnerability as you can handle. Still, man needs a reassurance, so you can’t go sprinting off past them temple doors.

“I mean, you can’t do no worse than what I managed,” you say.

To which he only raises an eyebrow, a sly twinkle gleaming in his eye. “Oh? You’ve bargained your way out of a warlock pact, have you?”

You ain’t never really shared yourself to any of them. Except Astarion, cause he went stomping through your memories with his fucking shoes still on. It ain’t something you ever really talk about. Not here, and not in your life before. Mostly cause people get weird with you afterward, and that never goes away. It taints you, once others know.

“Got raised in a bad group,” you say. “Real coercive shit. Got out later, and had to start my whole life over. It sucks. Real bad. But it’s doable.”

He nods slowly. Gives another half-smile and sighs. “Thank you. Truly. I’m glad to have been infested with a soul-consuming, monstrous parasite with you.”

You cannot help the bark of laughter. “Me too.”

Y’all finally settle in to actually eat the dinner that fucking bitch Mizora so rudely interrupted. And then makes plans to set out from this temple (or whatever it actually is, does Faerun have train stations?) come morning. Y’all are gonna be traipsing through a place called the Shadow-Cursed Lands, looking for the secret hideout of a fucking brainworm cult.

Peachy.

Which means y’all need to sleep.

Sweetums has been clinging like a cat to your legs the whole evening. Afternoon. You don’t honestly know. But he comes trotting and trilling after you as you set up your tent. You used to have a cat, Nugget, until he passed a year ago. Ain’t never had a dog (apartments don’t mix all that well with dogs, in your opinion).

You look at Sweetums. He flicks his ear tufts at you. So you lift the tent flap and the boy don’t even need instructions to go crawling in there.

Well hell. Forget dogs sleeping on the bed, you got yourself an owlbear. At least he don’t seem inclined to roll around in deer shit like most dogs you meet.

You start to duck in after him.

“Well,” a voice drawls. Astarion emerges from the shadows, where he must’a been lurking like an absolute fucking creeper.

You’re pretty wrung out on the fucks to give department just now. Can’t muster up enough adrenaline to jump, so you just kinda stare as the man leans back against a pillar.

“Shopping for a new lover already?” he says.

[retiredkat]

New York Times Interview with Ben Daniels. Farewell Santiago, you marvelous bastard!

‘Interview With the Vampire’: Ben Daniels on That Bloody Season 2 Finale

“He has an energy that’s fun to hate,” the British actor said of his swaggering vampire character in AMC’s series-length Anne Rice adaptation.

June 30, 2024

A man in a gray shirt and striped trousers stands posed as another man comes up behind him

Ben Daniels, left, and Jacob Anderson in the season finale of “Interview With the Vampire.”Larry Horricks/AMC

This interview contains spoilers for the Season 2 finale of “Interview With the Vampire.”

Until his time in AMC’s “Interview With the Vampire” was cut short — along with his head — in the Season 2 finale, Santiago was the toast of the vampiric theater scene.

Played by the British actor Ben Daniels, himself an Olivier Award-winning veteran of the stage, Santiago was a dashing and devilish performer at the Théâtre des Vampires, in postwar Paris. Formerly known as Francis, a failed English actor, Santiago transformed himself into an underworld dandy after becoming a bloodsucker — and took a cooler-sounding name — rarely seen without a vampiress on each arm and a theatrically hateful twinkle in his eye.

“He’s so awful and delicious at the same time!” Daniels said in a video interview last week. “And it’s his relish of it as well, his glee. He just loves being a vampire.”

Daniels added: “He has an energy that’s fun to hate.”

Unfortunately for Santiago, the show’s title vampire was his hater-in-chief. Over the course of Season 2, which concluded on Sunday, Santiago seized control of the theater troupe, which turned out to be a coven of vampires in disguise. At the season’s climax, Santiago staged a mock trial that ended with the real execution-by-sunlight of Claudia (Delainey Hayles) and her companion, Madeleine (Roxane Duran). It was for this crime that Santiago lost his head to their father figure, the vampire Louis (Jacob Anderson), in the finale.

Based on the novels of Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles series, the AMC show, created and overseen by Rolin Jones, has already been renewed for a third season. But Daniels doesn’t feel too bad that his character won’t live to see Season 3. Santiago had it coming given his bad behavior — particularly by the end.

“If you didn’t want him dead before,” Daniels said, “you certainly do then.”

These are edited excerpts from the conversation.

If you’re an ex-high school drama club goth who loved “The Rocky Horror Picture Show,” Santiago is a very magnetic figure. In the show, he even has fans who attend every performance and dress up in character.

“Rocky Horror” was a big influence, “Rocky Horror” and “Cabaret.” I’m so glad Tim Curry’s performance in “The Rocky Horror Show” exists onscreen because it’s one of the best performances ever. I would’ve loved to have seen that in the theater.

I was curious if there was a David Bowie influence, too.

Yes! Santiago gets more and more nihilistic as it goes on, and I thought, it’s so Thin White Duke — that awful cocaine coldness. I just sent Carol Cutshall, the costume designer, endless pictures of Bowie as the Thin White Duke. If you compare, she completely replicated it. Then she added a see-through shirt, which is genius.

As a screen presence, Santiago needs that kind of ammo. He has to hold his own with the “big four” members of the show’s emotional quadrangle, Louis, Lestat [Sam Reid], Claudia and Armand [Assad Zaman], even though he’s not romantically or emotionally involved with any of them.

[Smiling] Is he not?

Well, well, well!

This was one of the first jobs I’ve ever done sight unseen, just because it meant working with Rolin. From the outset, Rolin called up and said, “Listen, are you OK if we don’t make Santiago queer?” I was like, “Yeah, I can sort of see it.”

But as the script started to come in, I thought the only way this level of vitriol that he has works is if he’s in love with Armand. There is this extraordinary psychological term called reaction formation, which is what Iago has for Othello. It’s a defense mechanism whereby your impulses are so unacceptable to your ego that they’re replaced by this opposite, exaggerated behavior.

Santiago finds Louis incredibly attractive. Because Armand killed Santiago’s maker — who I think he was in love with too — and also finds Louis attractive, the whole thing must be destroyed. It gave such a drive to his hatred. It was just something ruminating in myself that drove him forward in a very aggressive, mad, extreme way.

You’re not just a human playing a vampire playing a human playing a vampire. You’re also a stage actor playing a stage actor.

When we shot the majority of the theater stuff in Episode 2, I’d been doing “Madea” for three months on the West End. I finished on a Sunday, and on Wednesday or Thursday I was shooting that whole sequence. So I was already primed when Levan [the director of Episode 2, Levan Akin] said: “Do it like a theatrical performance. We’ll take care of everything.” They filmed everything wide with four cameras, so we didn’t know when we were on and when we weren’t. You just had to keep at it. It was relentless, and he shot it brilliantly.

In Episode 7, just before Claudia dies, being on that stage was like doing a play. We shot that courtroom sequence in 15-minute chunks. They were insane. A lot of the time there were no cameras onstage with us. They were either on cranes, so they were sweeping in and out, or it would only be Emma [the director of Episode 7, Emma Freeman] shooting, doing all the close coverage first so you get these fresh performances immediately, not at the end of three days or whatever. Then all the cameras went away, so you never saw them again. It became like a play.

Is it tricky, as an actor, to play an actor with a … different level of talent?

Poor old Francis. Yes, he’s never achieved the giddy heights that he would like to have. He’s a big old show pony, isn’t he? Basically, I was like a magpie, looking at everything from Vincent Price in “Theater of Blood” — well, Vincent Price in lots of things, actually — to my cat. I would watch how my cat plays with mice, and I was like: You know what? I’m going to steal a bit of that.

Had you ever wanted to play a vampire?

Yes, absolutely. I love horror. It’s what I live for. I grew up watching Christopher Lee as Dracula, and William Marshall as Prince Mamuwalde in “Blacula.” Very debonair, theatrical, that rich voice. I’ve watched those vampires as long as I can remember.

I’ve always adored horror. Kids that are outsiders often do. Growing up as a queer kid, those villains, like the vampires, are often how people treat gay people. It’s always there, that queer coding. In those old James Whale movies, it’s there. It’s written into them.

More than any other writer, Anne Rice identified the tragedy within the monstrousness of the vampire. They are immortal, but the people they love can still die, and that experience stays with them literally forever.

Part of the reason I can’t watch “Vampire” at the moment is my partner just died. The resonances are huge at the moment. Grief is a [expletive] beast. It’s like being mugged in broad daylight, and you never know when it’s going to hit you. She explores all that brilliantly.

I think in any kind of creative job, you are like a sponge. You soak up what is happening to you, or in the world, and sometimes it bleeds out, and it’s useful. We were shooting “Vampire” when Ian [his partner, the actor Ian Gelder] was first diagnosed [with lung cancer; Gelder was later diagnosed with bile duct cancer, from which he died last month]. When I started watching Episode 2, I know what was going on in my life fed into it — of course it would, when you’re telling a story about death and dying and killing people and living forever. I watched it; I knew the conversations I was having between takes … It is too much at the moment. It’s too close to home.

But [eventually], I will be able to see what I was going through with Ian, even in the anger I have with other characters. I know it will have informed it in some way, but I hope in a good way.

What I am enjoying is people’s reactions to it, without actually watching it. Rolin called me up and said: “Just Google yourself. Search ‘Ben Daniels Santiago’ on Twitter. Look at people’s reactions if you’re not going to watch it.” So I’ve been living through people reacting to it, which has been great.

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Breaking and Bloodsucking starters

"Did you hear that noise? It sounded like glass breaking." "Why can't you ever just use the door like a normal person?" "Your blood… it calls to me every night." "No matter how many locks you use, I will always find a way in." "You don’t have to be afraid. I only want a taste." "Every time I close my eyes, I see you standing there." "Why do you keep resisting? You know you can't escape me." "I was hoping you'd wake up… it’s more fun that way." "Is it the bite you fear, or the pleasure it brings?" "You left the window open for me. Was it an invitation?" "I’ve been watching you sleep for so long, tonight I couldn’t resist." "Your scent… it drives me wild." "A wooden stake under your pillow? How quaint." "You humans and your garlic. It never works." "No matter where you hide, I will find you." "You dream of me, don’t you? I can taste your anticipation." "Why fight it? We both know you want this." "You think locks and garlic will keep me away? How adorable." "Even in your dreams, you can’t escape my bite." "Next time, I won't be so gentle." [BREAKING] The sender shatters the bedroom window and steps inside the receiver's room. [HYPNOSIS] The sender uses hypnotic eyes to lure the receiver into a trance. [FEEDING] The sender leans over the receiver, biting their neck to drink their blood. [RESISTANCE] The sender overpowers the receiver’s attempts to push them away. [DISARMING] The sender swiftly removes a garlic necklace from the receiver’s neck. [ENTRANCE] The sender transforms into mist and seeps through the cracks of the receiver’s window. [SURPRISE] The sender suddenly appears at the foot of the receiver’s bed. [ENVELOPING] The sender wraps their arms around the receiver, pulling them close before biting. [TENDERNESS] The sender gently brushes hair away from the receiver’s neck before biting.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag part 31

Warnings: aftermath of escape attempt, vampire carewhumper, recovery whump, intimidation, stubborn defiance from whumpee

He'd used the last of his strength in his show of defiance. But he didn't regret it, if only out of petty spite toward the bloodsucker.

"Let go," Mallory hissed, and made another attempt at pulling away -- uselessly, he knew, but it was instinctive.

"Mind your tone," Alex growled warningly, and Mallory bristled at the way he was being spoken to, like a disobedient child. But he knew better by now than to snap at his captor, lest he have a replay of his doomed escape attempt. It wasn't worth it this time. He needed to pick his fights wisely.

"The floor's not going to clean itself," Mallory spat bitterly, staring anywhere but Alex's face. He braced himself for the strike of a fist on his jaw, or fangs in his wrist like before, ripping muscle and tendons indiscriminately and--

Mallory couldn't help the full-body shudder that ran through him at the haunting memory. He could still feel the phantom pain of his near-death experience.

He risked a glance at his captor, who had gone eerily silent. Alex had an unreadable expression on his face that puzzled him, something almost akin to worry darting briefly through his features.

"Why aren't you able to continue?" Alex asked quietly. "Why are you still in pain?"

Mallory wanted to laugh in his face, but realized a second later that the bloodsucker was actually serious. It was a genuine question.

"Humans need a long time to recover," Mallory grumbled sheepishly. "We need lots of rest to heal right, and even then we can't go from absolute illness to perfect working condition. It takes time to get back to our daily tasks. We humans are 'fragile', as you vampires so often call us."

Alex gave him that weird unreadable look again that he couldn't decipher.

"All right, I'll take care of this mess later," Alex stated. "I'll let you rest longer. I did speak to Anisa, and... you were right about what she meant by humans 'staying busy'. She meant hobbies. So... Sorry for doubting you, I guess."

(Random fun fact: the name Mallory actually means "unlucky" or "ill-omened" -- I intentionally chose it because of this. Perfect for an unlucky vampire hunter!)

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Rory Week Day 7: Family

There's something deeply tragic about never being able to grow up, and I think that ties quite nicely into the theme of family. Fourteen years since the movie aired, here's a sad little fic about a wistful Rory in 2024, contemplating being fourteen forever.

(Fic under the cut)

FOURTEEN

Even now, Rory could admit to himself that it had been fun for a while— being a big, bad bloodsucking vampire. Immortal and all-powerful… His smooth, unmarked hands clutched tighter around the letter he had been holding; that was an interesting way to frame an eternity of stagnation.

Sighing out another shaky, unnecessary breath, he forced himself to continue reading the now-crumpled piece of stationery, his un-beating heart once again finding a way to stutter at the word ‘wedding.’ It made the reality of his friends’ ageing suddenly all the more real.

Ethan was getting married.

Ethan Morgan was getting married to the person he was going to raise a family and grow old with, and Rory Keaner was going to be fourteen years old. Benny would be next— insistent on a spring wedding— and Rory Keaner was still going to be fourteen years old. His best friends were going to have smile lines and silvered hair, and all he would ever be, was fourteen years old.

Fourteen: unable to drink, unable to drive, unable to vote, or to gamble, or to smoke, or to see a new horror movie, or get a tattoo, or… He crumpled the paper into a ball, throwing it across the room as he felt the swelling in his chest reach a new height. Unable to have someone to raise a family and grow old with.

The thing about being fourteen forever is that, when you’re fourteen, there’s nothing wrong with that. Rory remembered the first time he’d woken up without needing his glasses— immediately feeling like spiderman with his newfound strength. After all, he was only fourteen.

Sixteen hadn’t been much different— Ethan got his learner’s permit as soon as he could, but he still couldn’t afford a car. Benny was much the same as he’d ever been.

Eighteen was a little worse. His fellow seniors saw fit to start teasing him for his height and his babyface, and Ethan and Benny’s growth spurts weren’t doing him any favours even as they tried to stand up for him. Worse than that were the college applications, a blow which was only softened by the fact that he’d already decided that higher education wasn’t for him anyway. Still— seeing his two best buds get accepted into institutions that would leave the three amigos scattered across the continent had stung him more than he’d cared to admit.

Nineteen hadn’t been kind either. In retrospect, nineteen had been when Rory’s rose-tinted view of ‘eternity’ had begun to shatter. The days, he remembered as tough— working hard to prove himself as a full-time employee of a vampiric council that he’d started to suspect didn’t respect him— but the nights were worse. The nights, he remembered as lonely.

Unable to sleep on account of his curse, Rory had first reached out to Ethan and Benny, hoping to party with some real college babes. He could still remember the soaring feeling when they planned their group reunion on Ethan’s campus… and the sinking feeling when their ‘wild night’ ended with Rory getting kicked out of the college bar, his friends on the receiving end of some dirty looks. The boys had been nothing but apologetic though, even still, Rory had been quick suggest that their future meetups occurred behind closed doors.

Nights with the girls weren’t much better. Although ‘Team V’ were closer than they’d ever been in school, Rory still felt out of place. Vampire parties reminded him too much of work, and the trio still felt young and useless despite their numerous high-profile monster hunting exploits, and human parties presented him with the same issues he’d found with the boys; Sarah and Erica looked ‘young for twenty-two,’ and he looked like a kid with a high-quality fake ID.

Still, Rory had found a way to reconcile things. College wasn’t forever, and when the guys got back, they’d hang out more. He’d matured enough to know when he was cramping their style, and he definitely didn’t belong on a college campus, but Whitechapel? Whitechapel was where they all belonged, in the end.

His mid-twenties proved him right, even if Ethan’s glasses and Benny’s facial hair had taken him back at first. Looking at it now, he supposed they’d also returned a little wiser, and considerably more mature, but those were the kind of changes that he’d been too preoccupied experiencing himself to detect in others. If he was honest with himself, he’d spent the better part of those years ignoring any of the changes. When Ethan and Benny spent Friday evenings watching The Mandalorian with him, and the gang hung out after hunting monsters together as a quintet again, he’d found it easy to blot out all the times that Ethan had mentioned things ‘getting serious’ with his partner, or the time that Benny talked about taking his Grandma to draft her will after a (thankfully temporary) health scare. Maybe he was too caught up with enjoying all the same to notice the difference.

Now, however, staring down twenty-nine years of age, Rory’s elaborate fantasy had finally crumbled. Ethan was getting married, Benny was next, both of them were going to be thirty next year, and no amount of wearing stage makeup through his visits home was going to change the truth. Rory Keaner was fourteen, and that was all he would ever be.

[mj-iza-writer]

Maybe too specific for a request but...

I'm thinking about a vampire used as a bait by hunters for more powerful/dangerous/valuable creatures.

I mean, most creatures hate vampires and would love an occasion to hurt a vulnerable, chained up vampire. Also they can regenerate, so they're reusable!

Whumptober Day 7

Only for emergencies - unconventional weapon - magic with a cost - "it's us or them."

Though I liked these prompts, I couldn't think of any stories, so I used a prompt from the alt list with the used as bait prompt. I'm also using this to answer a request. - Mj

This story delves into Vampire: the Masquerade. So I used some mythos, terms, and lore from that fandom.

Whumpee shuddered fearfully as the sound of heavy steps echoed outside of their cell.

The heavy door screeched open.

"Okay bloodsucker. Are you ready to earn your keep?", Avril, Whumpee's owner, chuckled.

"Ple... please, I just want to die. You've caused me to be an accomplice in the murder of my own kindred', Whumpee hid in the back of their cell.

"Exactly why I won't let you die. You're too useful. A pitiful bait that other creatures can't help but mess with", Avril pulled out a bowl, "why do you care about what happens to the other kindred? They don't care about you. They attack you, even when you are clearly being used as bait. They just can't help themselves. Then the ones that do escape don't give you a second thought."

Whumpee looked at the bowl. It smelt intoxicating.

Whumpee licked their lips, causing Avril to laugh.

"Stupid bloodsucker. Such a dumb mind. You are supposed to be some powerful being, but here you are...  groveling for leftover meat and blood from my dinner", Avril stirred the blood around, causing the aroma to infiltrate the air more, "what do we say?"

"Plea... please may I eat Mas-master", Whumpee shook with adrenaline. They knew they would be sweating if their body could do it. Blood had become an addiction, and they had to rely on Avril to give it to them. Blood was so limited that it couldn't even be considered as a meal anymore, just something to keep them going, or something that was withheld if they didn't act right. They craved fresh blood. To be able to bite into someone... they couldn't remember the last time they had fresh blood.

"Earth to Whumpee", Avril glared at Whumpee.

"I-I'm sorry... bloodlust", Whumpee whispered, "I-I'm so hungry."

"I bet, so I hope you remember this smell. You are not getting anything until dawn when the hunt is over for the night", Avril stuck their finger into the blood and smeared it across Whumpee's upper lip.

The smell was too much. Whumpee lapped violently at the blood, then lunged forward at Avril.

Avril lifted their foot and kicked Whumpee down.

"I don't think so", Avril chuckled.

Whumpee was led out into the night by a chain. Their hands were tied behind their back. A muzzle pressed tightly against their face. A metal bit held down their tongue.

Avril talked amongst their partners as they made their way to a bridge that was prone to have kindreds stopping to rest.

Avril watched Whumpee's reactions for any tell-tale signs that kindreds were nearby.

"I know you sense something. What is it?", Avril saw Whumpee's head turn quickly.

"Anire" Whumpee let out a muffly, struggled reply.

"Vampire", Avril looked around, "get ready. This one might be a bit stronger with how fast Whumpee's head jerked."

Whumpee was shoved to the ground, and the hunters scattered. Whumpee winced as they looked around. They could hear strong wings beating against the wind. It was coming closer.

A well-dressed vampire flew over a few times before landing in front of Whumpee.

Whumpee looked up at them sadly, then looked back at the ground in defeat. This vampire was a very powerful being, the strongest yet. Whumpee would be a fun play thing for a few minutes until Avril made a move. This vampire would no doubt get away, and Whumpee wouldn't get their meal.

"My, you poor thing. I've heard quite a bit about your predicament. Captured by a human and used to hunt us. Unfortunately, you don't have a lot of power as it is, but the human has definitely kept you in a weakened state", the vampire knelt down.

Whumpee nervously looked up. Why was this vampire talking, an-and being nice?

Whumpee whimpered a little when the older vampire reached and cupped their face. They had soft, gentle fingers.

"It's okay, I've been hoping to find you. Let's get rid of these pesky hunters first", the vampire smiled. Six fangs were revealed.

Whumpee realized just how powerful this being was. Four fangs on their top jaw, two on their bottom. Avril wouldn't stand a chance.

Avril and their team made a move when it seemed the vampire was trying to remove the muzzle.

"This is locked on quite well... oh, I was wondering when they would come out", the vampire stood and looked around.

"Seven against one... hmm, what is a vampire to do?", they acted as though they were nervous but chuckled after.

"I'm Caretaker, of the Ventrue clan. I'm afraid tonight is your last night of hunting. The seven of you have messed with way to many of us now. They have asked the clan leaders to step in to put a stop to this", Caretaker announced.

"Ven-Ventrue?", Avril nervously gulped, "uhm you know what, can we just, you know, forget this ever happened. I'll just collect my property there by your feet, and we can, you know, be on our way?"

Caretaker chuckled, "no, as I said, I've been bothered to have to come here to deal with you and your team. You have bothered all of the clans. All thirteen. Normally hunters don't get the honor of facing off against a ventrue, as we find you hunters to be trivial, but we are quite done with your group."

One of the hunters tried to sneak up behind Caretaker and stab a spike into their back while they talked.

Whumpee muffled a scream, but Caretaker was already grabbing the person. They were on the ground in seconds.

"My dear", Caretaker glanced at Whumpee, "which one of these has caused you the most grief? I'll let you drink from them."

Whumpee locked eyes with Avril.

"You wouldn't dare", Avril glared at Whumpee, "you little sh...."

Caretaker grabbed Avril's face, and with a quick jerk, their neck was snapped.

Avril fell to the ground.

Whumpee stared fearfully at the body. Avril's eyes were still wide open, looking at Whumpee. Their pleadful expression unchanging now. Small gasp caused their lips to quiver.

"Two down, five to go", Caretaker started toward their next target.

Whumpee tried to roll away from Caretaker. They were thankful but terrified of this vampire.

Caretaker finished off all seven of the hunters. They took first choice and drank from one of their necks.

"Normally I don't take my meals like this, but I used up a lot of energy with this mess."

Vampires started to fly in to see if they could eat.

"Master, may we partake in this feast?", one flew lower.

"Yes, you vultures can eat up... except that one", Caretaker pointed at Avril, "that one is reserved."

Caretaker looked around for a moment before they saw where Whumpee had hid.

"Come now, I won't hurt you", Caretaker gently pulled Whumpee out from the shadow.

They finally managed to get the gag and other bindings off of Whumpee.

"Tied quite tightly, hmm", Caretaker helped Whumpee over to Avril, "take your meal. You look famished."

Whumpee stared into Avril's eyes. Tears streamed into the dirt.

"I-I can't", Whumpee looked away, "I haven't earned my meal. It isn't right."

"You don't have to earn this meal. If you are coming home with me I'd prefer for you to eat something beforehand. This will probably be the first of many meals I'll bring for you so you can get your strength back. Please eat."

"Go home wi-with you, but I-I'm not worthy... you're a ventrue... I don't even know what I am. I'm a mutt. Why would you want to take home some mere mutt?", Whumpee looked up at them, "I'm nothing master."

"I can do what I please. You may not question my decision to take care of you. Now eat", Caretaker knelt down.

Whumpee only kept their eyes on the ground. They figured that the vampire was more than likely taking them as a slave. Whumpee lowered themself even more to show reverence.

Suddenly, Caretaker sliced their claw like nails along Avril's throat.

Avril's shallow breathing turned to a shallow gargle.

The smell of fresh blood permeated Whumpee's nose.

They couldn't help but lunge towards the open cut and gulp down the blood.

"That's it. Just needed a little push", Caretaker smiled as they licked away blood from their nails.

Whumpee looked up at them as they drank.

Their puppy like eyes seemed so sweet to Caretaker.

Whumpee released when they could feel Avril's pulse weaken.

"Are you full?", Caretaker watched as Whumpee looked up.

"Their pulse is weak... I-I shouldn't tak..."

"I asked if you were full, not if they were done. Whatever is left of these hunters will go to the werewolves stalking us just past the tree line. If you are still hungry, then continue eating", Caretaker folded their arms.

Whumpee looked down at Avril. They were weakly looking around. Eyes glazed over. Already very close to death.

"I-I uhm, I am still hungry", Whumpee whispered, "I haven't eaten in a long time. Especially fresh blood."

"Then eat some more", Caretaker pushed.

Caretaker helped Whumpee up to their feet.

"You sucked them dry", Caretaker looked at the dried out corpse laying at their feet.

"I-is that okay?", Whumpee continued to carry themself lowly.

"Yes, it's perfect. You needed a full meal", Caretaker turned and saw how they were carrying themself, "you needn't worry about carrying yourself so low. I'm not one of those ventrue. You respect me, I earn my respect." Caretaker looked around and saw several vampires had flown away already, "so come with me. It is almost dawn. We need to get home."

"Home?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes, you are coming with me for protection until we figure out what is going on with these blasted hunters. They have become a little bold lately, so we will need to put them back in their place. You can sleep in my coffin until we find you a replacement. I'm sure you don't have your own?"

"No master", Whumpee shook their head, "you're sharing your coffin... with me?"

"Yes, of course. You will feel well rested. Nothing like a good rest in a coffin to help you gain your strength back."

Whumpee looked back at the corpse before they followed behind Caretaker.

Several werewolves came out and pounced on the bodies after the remaining vampires flew away.

"I've never met a ventrue before", Whumpee hurried to catch up to Caretaker, "you are so much nicer than I thought."

"Well, there are few ventrue that will act exactly as you imagined them to act, but there are a few of us that are quite nice when we need to be."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for saving me."

"You're welcome dear", Caretaker smiled, "now let's get you to my home where you can rest and heal."

"Master, I have one more question. If you would allow it?", Whumpee followed Caretaker's long strides.

"Yes", Caretaker nodded.

"How did you know about me, and what was going on?", Whumpee frowned.

"Several vampires who escaped those hunters brought to the masquerades' attention. To many were being killed by those hunters. That's why we acted so quickly", Caretaker sighed, "I also wanted to get you out of the situation. To be honest, some of the masquerade had intentions to murder you for being an accomplice, but I and a few other leaders denied them. Though everyone is now in agreement that you did not have a choice, there are still some who want you dead. I, of course, will not allow that to happen, but I do fear you will be with me for a long time."

Whumpee shuddered at the thought.

"Are you sure. Maybe I'd be better off dead. I'd be less of a problem for you... and others."

"Yes, you would be, but I would like to give you this chance to enjoy some freedom. I wish to take on responsibility for you if you'll let me", Caretaker grinned, "I'm old. I've been around for a long time, and am quite bored. I will take care of you. I promise."

Whumpee mouth opened to answer, but words were lost. They had never had someone who wished to take care of them.

"It's okay", Caretaker turned when they sensed Whumpee's uncertainty, "you don't have to say anything. I understand."

Whumpee nodded with a weak smile, "th..thankyou."

Caretaker nodded, "you're welcome."

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DIABOLIK LOVERS アニメ公式ノベライズ Official Novelization ☽ Chapter 2 Translation

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Originally written by Yukuzuki Hiroha 結来月ひろは Translated from the Japanese by @otomehonyaku

STORY Following her father’s job transfer, Komori Yui is sent to live with the Sakamaki brothers. However, these six brothers turn out to be sadistic, ill-tempered vampires. The men are after Yui’s sweet and incredibly rare blood, and go to great lengths toying with her body and soul to get it. Before long, Yui finds herself trapped in an alluringly dangerous love game(1)...

1. 吸血愛戯 (ラブゲー��): Stylised as ‘love game’ but written with the characters for bloodsucking (吸血), love (愛), and play (戯). The latter character also has a connotation of playfulness/mischief.

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DISCLAIMER This is an unofficial translation intended for those interested in reading the story of the Diabolik Lovers game/season in a slightly more literary format in English. I have no affiliation with Rejet or Frontier Works whatsoever. All rights belong to them, but PLEASE DO NOT POST THIS TRANSLATION ELSEWHERE OR TRANSLATE TO OTHER LANGUAGES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

Now that that’s out of the way—have fun reading! ❤️

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Episode 2

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The evening sun cast a warm glow on the mansion. By the time the chandelier was lit, Yui was sitting on a bed in an unfamiliar room. 

Where am I?

Yui sat upright and looked around. In the corner of the room was the suitcase she had brought to the mansion, as well as her bag. The room was gorgeous with its pink tones and large bed with a lavender-coloured canopy that most girls her age could only dream of. However, Yui wondered why she had been sleeping in this room. 

I arrived at the mansion, and then…

Yui gasped. Right. I found out that they are vampires, that’s why. Remembering the moments leading up to her losing consciousness, she inattentively pressed her fingers to her neck. 

“Thank God, I wasn’t bitten.” Feeling reassured, Yui lowered her fingers to her chest, but suddenly noticed something. “Huh?”

She wasn’t wearing her own clothes, but instead wore a négligé that she had never seen before. 

“Did I change clothes earlier?”

However, Yui had no memory of doing so. In fact, she didn’t remember anything after Ayato pushed her to the floor and she lost consciousness. That meant a stranger had undressed her while she wasn’t conscious. 

“Why am I here? I want to talk to my father…”

Yui wrapped her arms around herself, a thought ran through her mind.

The fact that she is not my own child bears no meaning at all. 

That was what her father’s diary had said when she found it in the forbidden room. I’m not my father’s biological daughter after all… Still, she wasn’t quite sure if she really believed that. She didn’t want to.

“Dad… What’s going on? Please come back home…” Tears started welling up in the corners of her eyes when she remembered the days she’d spent with her father, but the moment was cut short.

“Oh, Bitchlet. It’s no use crying, y’know?”

Yui yelped in surprise. 

When she looked up, Laito was sitting there on her bed, watching her intently. 

“You look hot in your little négligé,” he said, “and you smell delicious, too.” 

Painfully reminded of her current lack of clothing, Yui scrambled for the bed sheets and used them to cover up her chest. Still, the smirk that had been on Laito’s face the entire time grew deeper.

“I wonder if you’re trying to seduce me, little bitch.”

“Why would I…” Yui made an effort to get away from Laito, but soon felt the headboard press into her back, and she knew she had nowhere to run. Oh no… If I don’t do something, he’ll…

The boy was only a hair’s breadth away from her face when he abruptly disappeared from her line of vision, along with the sound of an impact.

“Don’t go touchin’ my things without permission.”

Ayato was the one who had sent his brother flying. 

Laito repositioned his hat onto his head and looked at him. “Ayato, you’re too rowdy.”

“Shut up.”

Has Ayato come to my rescue? If he hadn’t come in, Laito would surely have bitten me. But why would he help me? Even though Yui had not said anything aloud, Ayato called out her wishful thinking immediately.

“I’ll have her.”

So he didn’t come to save me… he was only acting because he didn’t want me swiped away from under his nose.

“Please, don’t!”

“You three. If you do not hurry, we will all be late.” In the blink of an eye, Reiji had also appeared by the side of the bed.

“Again, Reiji?”

“Aw, man, things were just getting good…”

Ignoring Ayato’s and Laito’s complaints, Reiji turned to Yui. “You too. Hurry up and get dressed.”

Yui was glad that the second son had saved her from getting bitten once again, but grew suspicious at his words. “Get dressed? Are we going somewhere?”

“Of course. We’re going to class.”

“Class… at this hour?”

“Please, Yui. Your dull-wittedness is astounding. Do you really not understand anything until I spell it out for you? We attend night classes.”

Yui cast a glance upon the clock at her bedside, and the hands pointed to 5:20 PM. Had she not been here, her classes would have already ended at this time.

“But… we still have an entire day of classes ahead?” Having attended a regular school until now, Yui could not hide her confusion.

“Contrary to what is normal to humans, going out during the day is bothersome for us. As you will be living in the Sakamaki household from now on, we expect you to conform to our lifestyle.”

“But…”

“If you have any complaints, you are welcome to leave at any time,” Reiji said. He then turned to walk away..

“But you said you’d kill me if I ran…” The complaint slipped past Yui’s lips in a voice that was too quiet for Reiji to understand.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing.” Yui shook her head vigorously.

“Then please hurry and put on your uniform.”

When she followed Reiji’s gaze, she saw that a brand new uniform had suddenly appeared on her bed. It consisted of the same blazer that the brothers wore, and a skirt that had white frills attached to the hem. The white shirt ribbon that came with it was tied together with another red ribbon on the centre of the chest. Did they go through all that trouble to get me a school uniform?

“Um…” When Yui raised her face, the three brothers had disappeared from her bedside. And now they’re gone. They really are vampires… 

Alone once again, she sighed heavily. When she tried to get up from the bed, her hand grazed past her rosary.

“Right…” Yui tightly gripped her rosary. “This might be the time to look for the room where I found that diary.” The brothers would be gone, and she would have the room to herself. This chance might not present itself again. 

Yui went to the door and eased it open the tiniest bit in order to check her surroundings. Good. Nobody’s outside my room. Ready to seize the opportunity, Yui prepared to leave the room.

“Yo.”

“Huh?” Somehow, Ayato was standing right in front of her. 

No way. There was nobody here. 

He looked at her scantily-clothed form with an amused grin on his face. “You’re still wearing that? C’mon, I’ll help you change.”

“I’m fine, thank you!” 

Yui shut the door in his face and sighed again. 

Not a chance after all… because I’m not dealing with humans, but with vampires. I should keep my head down for now.

Having given up the idea of going to the forbidden room today, Yui reluctantly got ready to head to class.

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When Yui finished getting ready and descended to the ground floor, a large black limousine was waiting in front of the mansion. Are we… going to school by limousine?

She hesitated for a second, but the driver opened the door for her. 

Well, I guess I have no choice, then.

“Thank you,” Yui said to the driver before she climbed into the limousine, but he kept silent as he shut the door.

The limousine was spacious enough to fit all of the brothers, and Yui was the last one to arrive. When she sat down on a seat near the door, the limousine quietly departed from the mansion. 

The brothers didn’t talk to one another. The only sound that could be heard was the car’s engine, and the lack of conversation was in stark contrast with their behaviour yesterday. 

Yui looked at the brothers. They couldn’t have been more different from each other—they each had their distinctive hair and eye colour. Are they really brothers?

Reiji was reading a book, and Subaru was sitting next to him, staring out the window with a sullen look on his face. Maybe they just don’t get along. On the opposite side, Laito’s face lit up like he was scheming, Kanato was talking to Teddy, and Shuu was listening to music with his earphones in. 

They really aren’t talking.

“What’re you thinking about, Pancake?” 

Yui had been lost in thought until she was surprised to see Ayato coming towards her, and she instinctively held out her hands to avoid him. The vampire didn’t seem pleased by that. 

Taking advantage of sitting right next to her, Ayato moved in closer. “You got some nerve trying to disobey me, Pancake.”

“All this time, it’s been ‘Pancake,’ ‘Pancake’… I have a name, you know. It’s Komori Yui. Please use it properly.”

“Shut up. Names lost their meaning to me about a hundred years ago, Pancake,” Ayato retorted, drawing out the syllables. Obviously offended, he suddenly bent over Yui, his mouth going for her neck. 

SNAP!

The sound of Reiji’s book slamming shut broke the tense atmosphere.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Ayato? Take such behaviour to your own room.”

Grumbling, Ayato let go of Yui.

Thank God…

“And you. Take this.”

“Huh?”

Reiji held out a juice box for her. “It’s pure cranberry juice. It works best against anaemia.”

“T-thank you,” Yui said in earnest, feeling a little surprised at Reiji’s sudden kindness. 

“No need to thank me,” he responded, sending her a cold glare. “You will have to learn that you are simply our prey, and drink that every day.”

Their… prey? Yui’s hands trembled. She had known it deep down already, but still, Reiji’s cold words struck a chord. Her body was seized by fear. Soon, she was shaking.

“You know, Teddy? When humans are scared, their teeth start ‘chattering.’ Interesting, isn’t it? Let’s observe closely.” Kanato held out Teddy toward Yui.

To these men, all I am is prey. 

The one eye Teddy had that wasn’t covered by an eye patch gleamed at Yui.

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With her lips forming a tight line and her body absolutely rigid, Yui sat in the limousine for another while until it passed under the moonlit gate of Reitei Academy. So this is the night school they were talking about… This was her first time to attend a night school, but Reitei, with its courtyard bathed in moonlight, looked to be a particularly prestigious one.

Yui trailed behind the brothers after they’d gotten out of the limousine and followed them into the courtyard. It was bright and enormous, and the staff had done a good job keeping it tidy.

That’s good. Even though they teach classes at night, it still seems to be a normal school. Yui had felt a little uneasy when she was told to go to the school the brothers went to, but most of the students somehow seemed to be normal humans just like her.

The moment the Sakamakis entered the school’s courtyard, all students stopped and stared. 

Well, if you count out the fact that they’re vampires, they certainly are handsome… When Yui looked at them properly once again, their outward appearance was very well-put together. It certainly wasn’t strange for them to attract attention looking this good.

However, nobody tried talking to them.

Even when they passed through the hallways and a group of female students looked over while chatting with one another in a low voice, they fell silent when Yui returned their gaze. When Yui averted her eyes again, the girls hurriedly moved past them.

What was that for? She turned around and looked at the girls’ backs as they walked away, thinking it strange. Reiji stopped in front of the staircase and called out, pulling Yui out of her daze.

“You are in the same class as Ayato and Kanato, so please go with the two of them.”

“Okay.”

In all earnest, Yui had been looking forward to some time away from the brothers, but she had no choice. She did as she was told, but Reiji’s cold voice stopped her before she could leave with Ayato and Kanato.

”I am not done talking yet.”

Yui reluctantly faced him again.

“If you do not wish to be struck with a whip, I would advise you to not do anything reckless. Understood?”

Meaning that if I tried to run away…

Reiji’s unrelenting gaze gave Yui the chills.

“Answer me.”

“…Yes.”

Feeling Reiji’s ice-like stare on her back, she walked away and headed to the classroom.

This should be it.

When Yui went into the classroom, Kanato was sitting at the very back, a book open in front of him as he cradled Teddy in his arms. Ayato was slumped over on his desk. For some reason, they were the only students there.

But class is just about to start. Why isn’t anyone else here?

Yui considered asking Kanato, but seeing him talk so animatedly to Teddy made her close her mouth again. She quickly glanced at the blackboard. It said Today’s Home Economics class is cooking practice. Please assemble in the school kitchen.

“So we’re doing a cooking class today.” That’s why the classroom was empty—everyone else must have already gone to the kitchen.

We should get going, too. I can’t be late on my first day here. But where is this kitchen?

“…Cooking practice?”

Yui’s voice roused Ayato from his nap, and his face twisted into a suggestive grin. “Hey, Pancake.”

“Ayato, please don’t call me weird names at school.”

“Shut up. You’re better off worrying about where to find the school kitchen.”

As if he had read Yui’s mind, she fell silent.

“Yours Truly could do you a favour and take you there.”

“Really?”

”Yeah. C’mon.” Ayato grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the classroom.

“Ah, wait!”

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“…Um, Ayato?”

“What?”

“Where are we?”

The room Ayato had dragged her to was filled with cooking utensils and supplies. However, there were no other students in sight.

“It’s the school kitchen.”

“Then why is nobody here?”

“‘Cause this is the old kitchen. They teach the cooking classes in the new one.”

In other words, Ayato tricked her into coming here.

“So why did you bring me here?”

“As for the reason…” Ayato stood up from the chair he’d been sitting on, and stalked towards Yui.

Oh no, not again… Yesterday’s events were still etched into the back of her mind, making Yui freeze in place, but the answer coming out of Ayato’s mouth surprised her.

“Make me some takoyaki.”

“T-takoyaki?”

…Like, actual takoyaki?

“Well, I don’t expect anything but the world’s best takoyaki.”

A takoyaki pan was already present on the table, making Yui realise the height of his expectations. So that’s why he brought me here? She wasn’t sure if this was the actual reason why, but this wasn’t the time to think about that.

”But… we should head to class, quickly.”

“Don’t talk back to me. Yours Truly will eat your takoyaki. Now get cooking!”

“You could at least ask nicely…”

“You say something?” Ayato clearly wasn’t intending to go back to class. 

Yui did as he said, and started the preparations to make takoyaki. Fortunately, most of the ingredients were already there, and Yui somehow managed to make takoyaki with them.

“Here you go.”

Ayato stuffed the takoyaki into his mouth without hesitation. “So good!” 

Next to an innocently grinning Ayato, who feasted happily on the takoyaki, sat a rather dreary-looking Yui. “It’s only my first day of school and I’ve already skipped a class…”

Yui had never expected it to come to this on her first day after transferring to Reitei. She had never skipped a class before, even at her old school. 

“No use worrying ‘bout such small things. Have a bite.”

Before Yui could answer, Ayato pushed a ball of takoyaki into her mouth. “It’s delicious!” 

“Right?”

For something she had made herself, it had turned out pretty well. As the two sat and enjoyed the takoyaki, Yui caught a glimpse of the clock hanging on the wall. 

Their next class was about to start.

“We need to clean up. I don’t want to miss our next class too.” Yui began carrying the cooking utensils she used to make takoyaki to the sink. To avoid her getting wet, she took off her blazer, and hurriedly began washing a bowl. She had not realised there would be so much washing-up to do. 

Ayato, satisfied with a belly full of takoyaki, stretched out his legs and reclined in his chair, watching Yui as she did the dishes.

“Give me a hand, Ayato. You were the one who wanted me to make takoyaki, right?”

Silently, the vampire got up from his chair and crept over to her. He stopped just at her back. Yet Yui had not heard him coming over the sound of the running water, and so she called out to him again.

“Hey, Aya—”

When Yui looked over her shoulder, Ayato was right there. He was looking down on her quite literally, and as soon as she saw the look in his eyes, she immediately squirmed away from him.

“What’re you running away for?” He stalked over Yui, who was now standing by the window. “I’ve been going crazy since yesterday. I don’t wanna hold off any longer.”

I have to run…

Ayato captured her in his arms with ease.

“Let me taste you.”

“Please, don’t…” 

The words did not reach him. Ayato grabbed her chin and turned her face to the side, exposing the nape of her neck.

“No bite marks at all. Your skin looks delicious, really.”

Taking in the sight of her slender, pale neck right in front of him, a satisfied smile played at Ayato’s lips.

“Yours Truly will be the one to take all your firsts.”

The next moment, Ayato’s teeth hovered above the skin of her throat. A predatory gleam clouded his eyes before he buried his fangs deep in her neck. 

Yui gasped. The pain of Ayato’s sharp teeth piercing her neck and the feeling of her blood flowing freely into Ayato’s mouth made her body tremble. Even if Yui wanted to run from him, he had a strong grip on both her jaw and her waist. 

“Fuck… what is this? I’ve never tasted blood this sweet before.” Ayato briefly pulled away from her neck, his eyes twinkling with delight. “I like you.”

Before long, Ayato’s fangs brutally punctured Yui’s skin a second time.

“Please…”

Yui was not sure whether it was because he was sucking her blood, but her head began to grow numb, as if she was not herself anymore. 

I’m… scared… If he keeps feeding on me, I'll truly become their prey… I’m so scared.

Yui gathered all her strength to push Ayato away from her. However, the force of her push made the skin tear where Ayato had punctured it with his fangs. The intense pain shooting through her neck knocked the breath out of her, and her face contorted in agony.

“Idiot. If you move around while I bite you, you’ll only make it hurt more, you know.” When Ayato looked up, his lips were stained a bright red when they pulled away from his teeth in a smile.

“Ah…”

His lips were stained the colour of Yui’s blood.

I’ve really been fed on.

With the pain and shock of having her blood sucked, the fear showed plainly on her face.

“Seeing you in tears with your face twisting in pain… It’s too tempting.” Ayato wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, and then licked it off before reaching out to Yui again. 

“Please, stop…”

“No stopping now.”

Ayato pushed her up against the window and bit down on the nape of her neck again.

The moonlight illuminated the two of them through the window, contrasting with the dark room behind them. The moon above Yui was the last thing she saw before her consciousness fell into a deep darkness.

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“You two are an embarrassment to do such a thing on school premises.”

Before long, Reiji was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on Ayato and Yui. Ayato clicked his tongue as he turned around to face his brother.

“Damn it! Shit was just getting good.”

“Look at the state of her. That is your fault, Ayato. Take responsibility for your actions and take her home.”

When Ayato glanced at Yui, who was still in his arms, he noticed that she had already passed out. Might’ve been a bit too rough. The colour of Yui’s face was past the point of flattery, and she did not look like she would be waking up anytime soon. At the same time, Ayato could not simply leave her there. He knew exactly how Reiji would react if he did, and he wasn’t looking forward to that.

“Hmph.”

Ayato swept Yui up into his arms, and the next instant, they had disappeared from the room completely.

“Good grief. If only they could just behave.” Reiji let out a heavy sigh and walked out of the room.

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“Ugh…”

Yui opened her eyes on a bench next to the indoor pool inside the mansion.

Why am I here? I thought I was at school…

“Yo, you’re awake.”

Ayato was sitting on the armrest, lazily playing around with the uniform ribbon that had somehow found its way from neck into his hands.

Right, he fed on me…

Yui tried sitting upright, but the loss of blood had also drained the strength from her body. Seeing her struggle, Ayato walked over to her. 

“S-stay away!” 

Ayato halted.

The fact that vampires needed human blood for nourishment, Yui knew. But Ayato, on the other hand, only seemed to be toying with her. 

“Why are you doing this?” Yui asked.

Ayato stood over her, staring at her coldly. “You still don’t get it?”

“Huh?”

In a flash, Yui’s body was raised in the air, and Ayato’s face was a hair’s breadth away from hers. He’d picked her up with ease and began walking. Yui struggled to have Ayato put her back down, but he leisurely strode over towards the pool. He came to a stop right by the edge of the water.

“Yours Truly is the one who controls you. Stop complaining about everything!” 

Ayato had barely finished speaking before he threw Yui into the water. 

Yui screamed. A loud splashing sound echoed off the walls of the indoor pool. 

Oh no, I can’t swim…

To make matters worse, Yui was still wearing her uniform, and it weighed her down even more as it absorbed the water. She tried to wrestle herself to the surface, but despite her desperate efforts, she still felt herself sinking towards the bottom of the deep pool.

Ayato watched her struggle from the poolside.

“Tell me that I’m the best. Tell me that I’m better than anyone else, and that you’re mine.”

In a stroke of luck, Yui managed to come up for air. She begged for Ayato to help her, but she kept getting pulled back down. 

“Ayato—I can’t—I can’t swim…”

Yui desperately screamed Ayato’s name, but she had already disappeared under the surface of the water. 

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Whether he had heard her or not, Ayato's expression remained unchanged as he stared down at the water. This is Pancake’s fault. She disobeyed me…

Memories from his childhood haunted Ayato as he watched Yui’s struggling form in the pool.

In his thoughts, Ayato travelled to a lake far away, one hand strenuously reaching out of the water, flailing desperately. The blurry shape of a woman seemed to come closer from under the surface of the water. Ayato fought his way up, and reached out a hand towards her.

However, the woman had not come to save Ayato from drowning. She merely looked on, her expression flat.

Help me…

Ayato’s face twisted in despair knowing that his words would not reach anyone, but rather disappeared into the lake.

Help me…

Yui’s screams for help lined up with Ayato’s distant memory and without giving it any more thought, Ayato launched himself into the water. He did not know why he did it. Even though he harboured a sliver of doubt about his own behaviour, he took Yui into his arms under the surface of the pool.

Well, he did tell us not to kill her.

Reminding himself of this fact, Ayato cupped Yui’s face in his hands, and pressed his lips to hers.      

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It’s warm… and I can breathe again.

When Yui opened her eyes, she realised that Ayato had been transferring air to her with a kiss. Ayato pulled away as soon as he saw that she had regained consciousness. 

Why is he looking at me with such a forlorn expression?

In the deafening silence of the water, Yui saw herself reflected in his eyes, which were clouded with sadness.

Don’t look at me like that, Yui wanted to say, but the air Ayato had given her became bubbles under the water. 

I can’t breathe…

Seeing the struggle on Yui’s face again, Ayato undid the top buttons of her blouse to expose her shoulder, and sank his fangs into her skin.

“Nnh!”

Bubbles rose to the surface of the water again when Yui cried out. When Ayato switched to a different spot, biting her again and again, the blood seeping from the wounds in Yui’s skin floated around the two of them like a red ribbon that bound them together.

I have no air left…

Just when Yui was about to lose consciousness again, Ayato held on tight and pulled her with him to the surface. Yui coughed heavily to clear her lungs of water and desperately fill them with air at the same time. Ayato’s head was now above the water as well, and his eyes gleamed with a bewitching ferality that she had never seen of him before.

“Fuck, I can feel your blood flowing through my body… I can feel its power…”

“Please, no more…” Yui begged in a soft voice. Her face was white as a sheet, and the cold water and Ayato’s feeding had left her trembling incessantly.

“It can’t be helped. Let’s call it here for today.” Ayato held on to Yui as he swam to the edge of the pool, and hoisted her upwards onto the tiles.

Feeling an intense relief at being on solid ground again, Yui fell to the floor. Ayato threw a towel over her head.

“Huh?”

Yui was surprised by Ayato’s small gesture, but before she could thank him, Ayato turned his back on her and walked away without saying anything.

What does he really want with me?

Unable to figure out his motive, Yui tightly gripped the towel.

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Around the same time, a man in a long, dark coat appeared in the woods surrounding the mansion. His motives seemed unclear窶派e merely stood there. However, as if he had noticed something, his head suddenly snapped up, and his red eyes focused on the sight in front of him.

Ah… Brings back memories.

The man’s eyes were trained on the Sakamaki mansion.

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Yui had used the shower room adjacent to the pool, and when she returned to her room, she was stopped by the faint sound of a door unlocking once again. With suspicion, she followed the source of the sound, and reached another dilapidated spiral staircase.

“This staircase should lead to that room…”

Since then, Reiji had forbidden her from entering, but Yui was not prepared to give up on finding her father’s diary. I might be able to sneak into the room unnoticed from here, Yui thought as she ascended the stairs and found, as expected, the forbidden room.

Yui entered quietly, and immediately began the search for her father’s diary. It should have been right around here…

Carefully tiptoeing around the shards of broken glass, Yui eventually found the diary among the books on the floor.

“Gotcha!” She opened the little notebook without delay. “Huh…What’s this?”

Yui’s eyes widened in surprise. Her hands trembled as she flipped the pages. 

The pages were all completely blank where her father’s handwriting had been.

“It’s all… gone…” So what on Earth did I see before?

In a daze, the notebook slipped out of Yui’s hands and fell onto the floor, the sound reverberating through the quiet, empty space.