#Vampire Turning

[seraphinitegames]

Hi! First, you are amazing and Wayhaven has been helping me through some really tough times. I also want to apologize if this had been asked before, but are all supernaturals able to change humans to their species or is is restricted to certain species? Also would species by the right term for them?

I'm so glad Wayhaven can help you! It's my sanctuary too, so it's a real joy to know that this story and its characters can offer it to others as well.

Pretty much all supernaturals can change humans to their species, because of...reasons, hehe! ;D

It doesn't always work though—like with vampires. The vampire can start the process in the human, but that human may not survive the extremes of the transformation.

But there are some supernaturals that have no way of transforming humans or have different ways of creating more of their kind.

I think species would be right? I'm not scientifically minded, so not sure what family branches and things would be called, lol!

Thank you so much for the ask and wonderful message! <3

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Day 10: Sire

Guillermo finally gets his wish

[jasmines-library]

No Escape

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY FIVE: prompt: pinned down/debris.

Fandom: The lost boys.

Summary: After a storm leaves the vampires stranded in the cave, things get heated between you. You decide to retreat into the cave, needing some separation from the boys; but the storm has other ideas to take that separation further when part of the cave collapses.

Warnings: blood, gore, being crushed, vampire turning.

Word count: 1.6k

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The rain hammered loudly against the roof of the cave. It trickled through the cracks trailing downhill before tumbling off the edges, splattering at the entrance and creating its very own curtain of water. The waves thundered against the cliff, a churning wall of white water as the wind howled and the sky grumbled angrily.

The storm had brought the five of you indoors, having left the boardwalk early you were now all milling around the cave. Paul and Marko had resorted to flicking small stones at their dark haired counterpart who was circling the old water fountain on his skateboard. You sat besides them, watching the night sky ignite as lightning pillared down towards the ground.

“I don’t like the sound of this storm.” David huffed out through a puff of his cigarette. He was perched atop of the old wheelchair he treated like a throne.

“It’s the worst I’ve seen in a while.” You agreed.

Santa Carla was always nice during the summer, but you couldn’t say the same for when winter began to roll around.

Marko laughed. “Oh babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He reached around and pushed you playfully on your shoulder. “You would have loved that big one back in ‘39?”

You were still a half. Still half human. And the boys liked to make it known.

“Of course, if you decided to join us now, you would be able to see these things with us.”

“We agreed-“

Paul rolled his eyes and whined. “We know what we agreed babe, but it’s just so much more exciting to have you now.”

“Seriously? Is that all I am to you?”

“Y/N, come on doll that’s not what he meant-“ Marko interrupted.

“Well it’s what he said.”

Dwayne placed a careful hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze, steering you back towards the group, but what came out of his mouth wasn’t what you were expecting from him. “Relax a little Y/N. It’s okay to have fun once in a while.

You pushed away from him agape and scoffed, before turning away briskly and venturing down one of the caves' many tunnels to seek refuge away from the boys. You could hear them calling after you, though none of them made any move to chase after you.

“Y/N, come on. We’re sorry-”

You ignored their calls and half arsed attempts at an apology, and stormed further away into the cave, towards your own room.

The boys looked at David, who shrugged nonchalantly. “Her loss.” Before taking another long drag of his cigarette.

~~~

As the night began to draw old, the storm had begun to get worse. The cave groaned loudly as the rain continued its heavy pelt against the cliff. Despite your walkman blaring your favourite mixtape loudly in your ears, you could still hear the raucous of your boys in the main cave.

You didn’t want to be mad at them, not really, but balancing life as a half was hard; and something that they had long forgotten. you were constantly tired having to balance day and night, your joints ached in ways that you never imagined, and worst of all was the hunger that was imminent, always there in the back of your mind like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

You pushed yourself up from your bed and began to make your way back down the winding network of tunnels when thunder ricocheted across the caverns. The whole cave shook.

A sea of small pebbles began to trickle down the walls. Shit. The cave trembled as it began to give way. Your feet slapped against the uneven floor as you tried to weave away from the collapsing roof. There was a loud crackle as one of the old beams began to splinter. You pushed forwards, but your human legs wouldn’t allow you to move fast enough. This began to get worse when you foot caught on a piece of debris, sending you spit king to the floor. And that was when the beam gave way, hurtling stacks of rock towards your helpless body.

~~~

The vampires had drifted into their own activities when they heard it; a fateful crash that echoed around the cave’s walls.

Dwayne’s head perked up from the book he was scanning though, though he hadn’t really been paying much attention to the words that were printed on the page. His mind was too occupied thinking about you. So, naturally your name was the first thing that fell from his lips when he heard the tumbling of the rocks.

He was up in his feet in an instant, racing towards your bedroom. His brothers were hot on his heels. They didn’t have to go far before they smelt it. Sweet and fresh. Blood. Your blood.

“Y/n…” Marko muttered as he stumbled upon the collapse of debris.

All four of their hearts, had they still been beating, would have stopped right there and then.

You were pinned, flat on your back, under a blanket of rubble and parts of the wooden beam which had failed to do its job. The blood they could see was coming from your temple, it dribbled into your hair from where your head hung back, and from your nose. The impact had left you with a nasty set of vertigo too.

David swallowed thickly. He could also smell the blood he couldn’t see. The thin sheen of blood that appeared in the bruises that consumed your body. Blood that crept into your lungs and out of your organs. He could tell that the others could smell it too from their paler than usual complexions.

“Get it off her.” He barked, moving towards the debris.

The four of them made fast work of removing the smaller pieces. Your eyes were closed, but David could hear you struggling for breath; the wheezing in your chest was far from pleasant to listen to.

The larger pieces on top of you were harder to move. Despite their vampiric strength, it was still a task to move and they didn’t want to risk moving anything without knowing the extent of your injuries first. Dwayne, who was the closest thing to a doctor that they had access to (even though that wasn’t very close), had told them that if anything was lodged in your body, it was best to keep it in there to stop you bleeding out .

Paul patted your face, turning your head gently in his hands. “Y/N? Baby. Please wake up. You have to wake up.”

The vampires watched your face, frowning when you. They tried again. Still nothing. That was when David ran a fingernail along the length of his wrist. The scent of his blood had your eyes flickering open within seconds, though as soon as your body regained consciousness, you were hit with a blinding, consuming pain.

“Doll?” The curly haired boy asked.

You could do nothing but whimper in response.

“Baby, I need you to tell us where it hurts the most.”

“Everywhere.” You cried out through gritted teeth. “Please.. make it stop.”

Dwayne felt tears prick his eyes as he moved towards you, stroking your hair. “We will baby, but we can’t help unless you tell us. Please… you have to try.”

“Right thigh.” You grunted out, “stomach…”

He nodded knowingly.

With each of their hands gripped firmly around the edges of the debris, they hauled the piece away. You screamed as the movement shifted your body, and the release of pressure made the pain intensify. Luckily, there seemed to be no puncture wound, though the way that your leg was bent screamed to them that your femur was definitely broken.

Your chest gurgled as your tried to suck in air greedily, but it left you doubled over in a coughing fit. Marko froze at the blood that coaxed your hand when you pulled away. It stained your teeth red and had a coppery taste against your tongue. Whimpering, you eased yourself back down.

Paul stoked your hair gently, whispering tender reassurances into your ear as he looked up uncertainly to the other three who stood watching you shell shocked from various places within the small space.

When your eyes began to feel heavy, there was a pinch against your skin as Marko rushed to your side.

“Don’t you go falling asleep on me babe. The night is still young.”

Had you not been in agony, you would have chucked at his remark. The night was actually in fact, very old, and Marko wished that he could just screw his eyes shut and wake up where all of this was just a dream. Your out of beat heart wouldn’t let him forget that though.

“Y/n?” David asked.

“Hm?” Even the noise you made was laced with pain.

“Please.. let us help you. Turning you will let your heal quicker and-“

David cut himself off, watching you anxiously. You were struggling to breath now; in a pained state, your chest heaved quickly. White spots tickled the edge of your vision as you tried to plaster your eyes open, but the pain was much duller where it was darker. The darkness allowed you to let go of everything, to stop feeling full stop, so you gave in, but not before mumbling out a reply.

~~~

“Do it.” The command was barely a whisper, pushed out across dry lips. But all four of them heard it, nonetheless.

“David?” Paul freaked when your body slumped even more into his lap.

“Go.” He turned to Marko and Dwayne. “Find her something. Anything.”

The listened to your heartbeat slow, listened to the blood pumping around your body being to cease.

“She hasn’t got much time left.”

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<- DAY FOUR ⛤ DAY SIX ->

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[whumpsoda]

Clawing Hunger - Nevan Sired AU

WOHEO Masterlist

Just a little AU :]

cw: buried alive?? Kind of? Vampire turning

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Dirt, dirt, dirt, so much dirt, dirt in his mouth, dirt crawling down his throat, dirt in his lungs, dirt in his stomach-

It was so heavy, pounds and pounds and pounds of Earth weighing on his body and crushing his bones, his insides, he could barely move. Flooding his eyes, his ears, his everything. His guts were caving, squashed and thus pooling with rich black acid.

He’d been buried.

Nevan had been fucking buried.

He was surrounded by a horrifying and suffocating darkness, trapped by weight and terrible ache. Worst of all though, a sensation overwhelming and taking urgent hold, was Nevan hungry.

He was starving.

His belly was screaming for him, howling for something to satiate it’s agony, clawing up and taking hold of his mind and nerves.

Hungry, hungry, hungry,

His muscles twitched under the pressure of weight, ready to make the move of escape.

Hungry, hungry, hungry,

Ground crumbled and rolled over him as he shifted, crawling his way out of the horrifying void.

Hungry, hungry, hungry,

The shining moonlight burned his now colorless, greyed eyes as he stared wide eyed up into even more darkness, dizzying his mind and squinting his eyelids as he broke through the last layer of Earth holding him down. Nevan heaved in giant, cumbersome breaths, air leaving an unfamiliar aftertaste atop his tongue as it entered his rotted lungs.

“Finally, you’re up.” A voice muttered, calling Nevan’s attention away from the clear night sky.

“Mm… mngh…! Masterrr…?” He slurred, words shaky and full of gravel. The ending trailed into that of a shrieky, strangled whine, his throat burning raw with affliction, vocal cords scratching on burning flesh.

Darius, standing above the hole where he lied, gave him that of which could be called a smile, but was more so a look of sympathy. It didn’t fit right on his always irritated face. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

Nevan nodded, jittery and trembling. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so bad he could barely think. He crossed his arms over his stomach, as if such an action would somehow numb the pain of undeath.

“Are you hungry?”

Nevan stumbled to a kneel below his Master’s feet, still shivering with pulsing hunger. “Y- ye- yes, yes, yes.” He mumbled, hands clasped and doe eyes begging for the aid of his master.

Nevan watched with beating intensity as a deceased rodent plopped to the floor in front of him, any sort of blood, no matter what species, pooling drool throughout his mouth. His master stopped him just before he could mangle his food.

“Ah, ah, ah. Wait.” Trembling, Nevan licked his chapped, cracking lips with shaking pupils that flickered from his sire to the most magnificent smelling food he’d ever smelled, even when it wouldn’t do him much good at all.

After a moment of mind melting waiting, Darius relented. “Dig in.”

Blood splattered over overgrown strands of thin grass as Nevan sunk his new, stinging fangs into meat, the gums around them sore. Rich, foul blood filled his mouth in an instant a taste so terrible yet so very beautiful. The older vampire grinned, devilish and twisted, watching as the the other man ravished his meal, grinding his knife-like teeth through rows of animal flesh. “Welcome to the vampire life, Nevan.”

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[marrmora]

Blaming your turner for everything is so funny to me

Lose something? Well, it’s that stupid vampire that turned me into one years ago, that’s his bad luck

Break something? Vampires fault for giving me strength

Literally anything? THAT STUPID ASS VAMPIRE

[heyhilana]

Sink in (Max Phillips)

Summary: Your job changed overnight with the arrival of your new boss, Max, as he was blurring every line with you, and your once tolerable co-workers have turned into living nightmares. But a chance meeting in Max's office reveals everything about the true nature of your job.

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope everyone is having a great holiday season and a great new month overall 💙 This was originally slated for Halloween, but I just finished it yesterday, whoops. Anyway, this is a new venture for me as I have never written for Max before, but I figured why not? So enjoy this and drink lots of water 💚

Pairing: Max Phillips x !f reader

Warnings: (uhm...don't call me out) Just blatant filth. Breeding, vampire biting, squirting, oral (m kinda and f receiving), voyeurism, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), spanking, fingering, heavy creampie, mentions of male masturbation, female masturbation.

Word Count: 7k

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You were walking to your car, thankful for your lunch break as all your coworkers within the past week had turned from tolerable to unbearable. Andrew, who you could usually ignore, was itching to be at your throat over the smallest issues. Your boss, Ted, was strangely happy about the change in his employees, although you couldn’t figure out why. Tim and Evan were trying to convince you to leave your job as Max’s secretary as they were convinced something was wrong, but they couldn’t prove anything, so you dismissed it. The most perplexing of it all was Max, your new boss, who took a special interest in you that you were finding hard to ignore or even dislike.

Max was charismatic, to say the least. Sure, he was hard to figure out, so you never knew if his nature with you was professional or blurring the lines of attraction, but it made your job less mundane. Max kept you on your toes, and from the way he looked at you, you wondered if there could be more with your boss if you did move to a different sector. But based on the rumors swirling around in the legal department, you would rather work under Ted as the legal department would’ve brought you more boredom than before.

You stepped out of the door and saw Frank at his regular post.

“Going on your break?” Frank asked.

“Yeah. I need it since everyone’s so weird up there.” You answered.

“Well between you and me, I believe Evan and Tim.” Frank whispered, and you were unsure about why he was whispering when no one was around. 

“I would too, but they haven’t proven anything.” You responded, and Frank looked at you as if you were a goner.

“Suit yourself. But I’m prepared for anything.” Frank tapped his chest, and from then on, you knew to never cross him, literally and figuratively.

You faked a smile for good measure. “I’m sure you are. See you in a bit.”

“See ya.”

You shook your head and walked off, convinced that even with Frank still acting the same, there were still a few screws that were loose in his head. Still, you weren’t able to shake the feeling of your entire company turning into a group of paranoid psychos. But to take your mind off things, You checked the clock and saw you had 25 minutes to eat, figured out if you wanted to leave and never come back, and possibly relieve yourself as the moments before you walked out the door left you questioning your self-control. 

-

You walked into the elevator and hit the basement level and the close doors button to get down as fast as possible. But a pair of hands slid between the doors as they were about to close.

“You didn’t think you would get away from me that easily now?” Max asked with that familiar mischievous smirk on his face.

“I wasn’t trying to, sir.” You answered, holding your bag a little tighter for your sanity.

“What did I tell you about using sir? I’m your boss, but I’m not Ted.” Max reminded you, and somehow, you knew that calling him Max would blur the already murky lines between you two. But calling him sir riled him up, and you liked seeing him like that.

“So I should call you Max then?” You asked, and you noticed how Max raked his eyes up and down on you.

“Yeah. It rolls off your tongue better.” 

Oh. Suggestive words in an elevator that made it harder to ignore him? Amusing, really. 

“S-Max.” You corrected yourself.

“Atta girl.” Max clicked his tongue, and you were thankful he replaced good with atta, or else you would’ve turned into a puddle. 

To save yourself, you changed subjects. “Where are you headed off to?”

“I gotta get something from my car. You’re off to lunch?” He pointed to your big bag.

“Yep. I need it since I’ve been working since I got in at 8 and it’s 12 now.”

“You’re the best worker we have, even without being turned.” Max complimented you, but you couldn’t make out the last part.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. But you got a little something on your shirt.” Max pointed to your chest.

“Oh, where is it?” You tried to look down, but his hand was already on you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” Max flicked off a chip crumb that was on you, but then he moved up to your collarbone, flicking something else off as well. His fingers were dangerously close to your neck, and you realized he could grab your neck right now if he inched up any higher.

“D-did you get it?” You interrupted, and when you looked into Max's eyes, you thought you saw a twinge of red before it reverted to its normal color.

Max cleared his throat. “Yeah, it was just a little something that wasn’t in one spot.” 

“Well, thank you.” You were relieved that the heat you felt on your face wasn’t as visible as the elevator had dim lighting. And speaking of the elevator, it dinged finally for the ground level for you to leave unscathed.

“Anytime. And is that a new perfume you put on today?” Max asked as he walked out with you. 

“Yeah. But you know my old perfume?” You were perplexed, wondering why he would notice such a minor detail.

“Mhm. I always smell it on you when you walk in and I enjoy it every time. But I like this new one too..” He answered before taking a left, leaving you stunned and slightly aroused. 

-

You tried to keep yourself composed while you ate your food, with somehow the savory flavors of your comfort meal not doing enough to keep your mind off Max. Did he have to say he enjoyed your perfume? Did he have to touch you in that way, even letting his thumb ghost your skin? Most of all, did he have to eye fuck you at every moment possible? A boss like Max was a dream come true and a curse because he was forbidden fruit. Everything you wanted, your mind told you no. But your desires, oh, they loved to toe the line of professionalism and uncontrollable impulses. Look, but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, and now you’ll be unable to draw the line again. 

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. Now, you resorted to finishing your lunch quickly and setting everything off to the side so you could slide your seat back for your daily venture into your deepest fantasies of Max. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was Max walking near your car as he took the opposite direction to go back into the building. He saw you were in your car, and he moved quickly, hiding behind the pole so that you couldn’t see him, but he could definitely see a glimpse of your body. No one else was near except you two, and you were blissfully unaware of his presence as he stayed out of eyesight. You unbuttoned your shirt, giving yourself some breathing room since you knew it would get hot and heavy in your car. Your bra would have to stay on this time, but it didn’t keep you from pulling your breasts out, letting them fall out of your shirt. Next, you pulled up your skirt and slid your panties off, thankful that this was one of the days you opted for skirts so it would be easier to access. Max couldn’t see as much as he wanted to of your face, but he could definitely hear the moans from inside your car once your fingers slipped in between your glistening folds. 

Barely through with your shift, you were going through another pair of panties, but that didn’t stop you from teasing yourself. It was important to build up your orgasm long before you chased it so you could replay the day’s events one by one until you were coming undone from everything all at once. That was why every soft pinch and grip on your nipple, every swipe of your index finger on your clit, and every pump of your fingers inside your hole was worth teasing yourself for because you thought of him. It was impossible not to fantasize about him finally teasing your breasts as you caught him staring at them one too many times during ‘important’ conversations about work. It was inevitable to dream about his skillful tongue that he used for flirting would be equally useful in licking up and down your slit, gathering every drop of your elixir. Hell, you were going right down that dangerous path of imagining what his plump lips would feel like kissing both your vertical and horizontal lips, plus that little bud that laid right in between your vertical ones that would be a treat to feel him suck on. And the two you saved for last, even with them being the best, was his pulsing tip pushing right up on your clit and tapping it, and finally, feeling soul-snatching strokes right after to make you undoubtedly his. 

That was why time went fast for you as you were knuckle deep in your pussy, feeling how wet you were and letting those wet sounds, along with your moans fill the car up. But for Max? Oh, he was in for the show of a lifetime as he felt his cock stretch his boxers and press prominently against his trousers. It was taking everything in him not to knock on your door, get inside, and fuck you right in the backseat. For one, he could smell it from a mile away that you were still a virgin. Perhaps it shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but knowing that you were the last one unturned, that he saved for last, and you were a virgin, it was the icing on the cake for him. But he didn’t want to interrupt you. He found watching you without you knowing to be erotic beyond his imagination. A voyeur enjoying his prospect’s desires and seeing how hard and fast you were going, all with the thought of him on your mind, was an ego boost along with an insatiable appetite that would culminate within the day. In his mind, he was begging you to cum all over his cock. In your mind, you were wishing he was telling you to cum for him. 

It was a chant that rang through both of your heads, with your walls tightening up and his one thread of self-control threatening to snap if this went on a minute longer. But neither of you had to wait much longer once you let go. Your seats that were evident of your arousal were drenched more as you half moaned, half screamed accidentally as you wanted to keep it down. But Max enjoyed everything about it. He wanted to take you there and higher as soon as possible, but he had to wait for the right time. It was hard not to cum in his boxers at how hard you came, but he was sure the precum clung to his boxers from the whole time he stood there watching you.

Once he saw you were cleaning up, he disappeared quickly so you wouldn’t see him. You cleaned up your mess and got dressed again, seeing you had five minutes to spare, which would put you in the nick of time to return to your cubicle. But while you cleaned up your seats, you wondered what would happen if Max did approach you. Would you accept? Deny? It was hard to say, given that your job would be at risk, but this torment of getting off in your car was hard to keep up with. Alas, you shrugged it off as it would never happen given that he could have anyone he wanted, giving you a false sense of reality once you were decently presentable for work again and could resume your duties. On the other hand, Max had other things in mind for you once the end of the day came around.

-

You looked at the clock and saw it was 10 minutes, close to 7, with your coworkers upstairs for an HR meeting. However, Max asked you to stay behind and finish some work. Just as you were done, Max opened his door.

“Hey, do you mind coming in for a second?” Max asked.

“I’ll come in. I’m also done with the work now.” You got out of your chair and pulled down your skirt, noticing that Max was watching your every move.

“See, this is why you’re my top girl.” Max winked at you, making you avert your eyes as he looked damn good with his suit jacket off and his shirt undone. You walked in as he held the door for you, and when he followed, his hand ghosted the small of your back, which made your hair stand up. He closed the door behind him as you walked to his desk.

Max clasped his hands below his stomach. “Do you know why you’re here?” 

I know what I would love to be in here for.

“To go over my work?” You asked.

Max tsked as he walked over to you. “I know you’re a little naïve, but that pretty head of yours can give me a better answer than that.”

There were a few thoughts rearing to the front of your head, but you wouldn’t dare utter them. “Well, what else could it be?”

“I can give you a few ideas,” Max took his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb over your skin as he looked into your eyes. “You’re a very hard worker, you’re at my beck and call whenever I please, and there’s something else about you that I can smell on you.” 

“My perfume?” You tried, and Max shook his head. 

“No. Something else that is a little harder to smell.”

For a moment, you were too distracted by how he licked his lips to understand what he was saying. 

“What would that be then?”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Max went straight for it, and it caught you off guard.

You cocked your head to the side, unaware that the small move left him twitching in his pants. “That’s a bit personal to ask, don’t you think?” 

Sure, draw the line of professionalism when you already made a mistake coming into his office with no one else around. 

“It is, but you liked it.” Max saw right through you, given that it was hard to ignore the way your thighs closed together against him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned confusion, but there was no use. 

“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” Max continued, baiting you into his trap.

“Not at all.”

“Okay, I’ll spell it out for you.”

Max took his other hand and parted your thighs without much effort, showing that he had a lot more strength than you anticipated. His fingers danced along your skin, making you breathe deeply as you felt him getting closer to your core while never breaking eye contact. But Max was surprised when his fingers reached up, and he felt nothing but your soft, bare skin that covered the slick that had been growing since you returned to your desk.

“Commando at work? Seems you took my relaxed work outfit memo a little bit further than I thought.” He joked, and if you weren’t in this position, you would’ve laughed. “But just so you know, I know that you’ve been getting off to me in your car.”

“I haven’t been-“ You tried to lie, but Max slapped your folds. 

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you in your car fingering yourself, your shirt undone and those pretty breasts of yours on display. I knew exactly what you were doing, and you can’t deny it because I watched every second until you came.” 

Fuck, I’m caught. But why does it feel so good to be caught?

You were intrigued, embarrassed, and aroused all at once. “Then why didn’t you come and knock my car?” 

“Didn’t want to ruin the show. Besides, hearing you moan my name thinking that no one could hear was invigorating.” Max answered as he pressed further in between your folds, now feeling how wet you were from the ordeal.

“Sir,” You tried to take a step back, but he knelt down before you, letting go of your hand to push your skirt all the way up past your ass. 

“Oh? We’re back to formalities now? Because I think with my fingers in between these pretty lips of yours, you won’t be able to lie anymore.” 

His fingers were pressed up against your hole, slick coating the tips, and his face was inching forward to your clit, making it an unforgettable sight that you couldn’t say no and move away from. It would feel wrong to deny yourself what you desired, which is why you jutted your hips up to his lips to take slight control. Max laughed at your eagerness, relishing how you were giving in to him.

“Should’ve known you wanted to fuck my face,” Max muttered before moving in, and his fingers slipped deliciously inside you. His fingers were bigger than yours, which proved to be a deeper stretch than you were anticipating, but that slight pain melted away once you rolled your hips on his nose, using his face to get what you needed. Your hands went up to unbutton and discard your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your riled-up skirt and the heels you wore that accentuated your legs. The icy air in his office left your nipples rock hard, but it was a forgotten feeling as his hand reached up to your hip to slow your movements so he could kiss and suck on your clit. 

“Max, fuck you’re so good at this,” You praised, feeling him swirl his tongue around your clit and alternate to sucking, making your toes curl. Max fingered you harder than you did in the car, and you didn’t mind it at all. It was hot, feeling him toy with your body as he gave and took control over you at different moments, making you a pool of desire. Your sweet sounds filled up his office as your leg went over his shoulder and your ass was further on the desk. 

Max lifted up his head to look at you. “Look at how your body speaks to me. You couldn’t help yourself for a minute longer if I didn’t start.”

“I need you, Max. I can’t help it anymore.” The truth flowed out of you recklessly. Admitting that you were unable to control yourself around him was slightly embarrassing, but the look he gave you was undeniably hot and commanding.

“I can’t help myself either. Your pretty little pussy is delicious and I’m gonna ruin every inch of you on this desk. So lay back, and I’ll make you wish you did this sooner.” Max commanded, and you obliged, laying back with your ass off the table.

Max went back down quickly, his speed increasing more than you ever did to yourself. It was intense as he ate you out as if you were his last meal, the only meal he wanted to have if his life depended on it. His tongue drew shapes and letters on your clit that you couldn’t make out, but Max was marking you completely. There were shapes of hearts, triangles, circles, and stars that he alternated from to make you feel like you were floating on air. Max spelled submit, mine, mía, and forever, all because he wanted you desperately. To have you at his will, submitting to his ministrations, making you his, and soon, for all of eternity, seemed to be the gift that kept on giving to him, and he would continue to take it if it meant it was always with you. Max was everything you could’ve imagined and more, and despite your strong will from before telling you to stop, it was long gone as all you could do now was grip his desk and keep your hand over your mouth to keep the noise down. 

But your attempts to conceal your moans were futile as your orgasm was near. It was building in every fiber of your body, its power unwavering as it was more than you had ever experienced before. It was confusing, but Max knew exactly what he was trying to do to you. If there was one fantasy he had of you that never left his mind each time he stroked underneath his desk, it was making you squirt all over his face. Max would cum hard each time he imagined you squirting, with his face coated in your desire and drinking it all up. There were many ruined shirts at the thought of burying his face into your pussy, ignoring everything else in the world so he could be laser-focused on your moans and making you cum endlessly, as it got him off more than anything. Oh, that man would edge himself to the very end over wishing that he could hold you down and taste what was his. Gripping you like a vice in his mind and gripping his tip in reality, Max would mumble your name each time he spilled while hoping you would spill on his face one day. And now that this day was here, he was doing everything in his power to bring you to that peak he yearned for. 

You lifted your hand for a moment. “M-Max, please don’t stop it feels so good!” 

That was all Max needed to hear as he gave you everything, curling his fingers to pulse on your spot, beckoning you to let go all over. He sucked and swirled his tongue on your clit, never letting up as he wanted, no, needed to be drenched by you. And while it was hard to keep his fangs from coming out, as his desire for you often brought out his other side, he was determined to let you enjoy every second of this before he marked you permanently. 

“Max, I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered out before the electrifying feeling took over completely. 

Your thighs were clamped around Max’s head as you squirted all over him, and he nearly came in his pants. He pulled his fingers out of you to hold you up better as you were slipping, but he still licked up every drop and all on your slit to gently coax you into giving him more. You felt relieved, euphoric, and most of all, pleased above all your expectations as you made a mess on his face. It was endless, with the hairs on along your body standing tall and your hips rolling into Max’s face to use him for more. Max never wanted it to end, and there was only one thought that was on his mind;

Use my fucking face until I can make you cum again.

But, faintly, you could hear the elevator ding, which startled you out of your blissful high. You moved your legs, and Max got back up on his feet. You were frantic, not realizing that your extra time with Max exceeded the time for the HR meeting. Time was now of the essence as you pulled your skirt back down and fixed your shirt.

“I have to hide. Someone is on this floor and I can’t be seen like this.” You said.

“You can hide under my desk.” Max fixed his shirt and grabbed his suit jacket from the chair.

You went around, seeing a spot underneath where no one would see you. “Are you sure I’m going to fit?” 

“I’m sure you will. But you didn’t have to stop.” Max answered as he walked over to his chair. 

You were confused, knowing that there was definitely an unspoken rule about not hooking up with your boss that you broke. “I did have to stop. What if someone sees us and that costs us our job?” 

“Look, I don’t care who walks in and sees, baby. Let them see me in between your legs and let them see you bent over on this desk taking every inch of me.” Max pulled his chair out for you to get under.

“Max, what if it’s Ted?” You asked as you heard a knock on the door.

“I don’t care if it’s Ted. I want you, and I’m not letting him stop that. Are you going to let him?” Max questioned.

“No.”

“That’s my good girl. Now get on your fucking knees for me.” Max commanded.

His eyes were burning red, and you felt every compulsion to get underneath his desk, which was high enough for you to fit. Max slid in with his chair just enough to not box you in and kept his legs open for you once Ted walked in.

“Max! There’s my best worker.” Ted greeted as he closed the door behind him.

“How’s it going Ted? Was the HR meeting good?” Max asked as you took it upon yourself to unzip his pants. 

“It’s going well. Sales are through the roof, and everyone at the HR meeting was keen on making sure our numbers stay that way.” 

Even without seeing Ted, you knew that man had his mega-watt smile on his face that he only had when a big sale was made. But for Max, you could see that he was stifling a groan once you pulled his cock out of his pants. By looking at his cock, you realized why he was strained. It was thicker than you imagined. Pre-cum painted around his tip, his veins prominent, and a curve that you knew would hook inside you more than your fingers did. 

What did I get myself into?

“I’m glad that you’re getting what you want. What do you think the numbers will be at the end of the quarter?” The strain was evident in his tone, making you hide a giggle before you kissed the tip.

“These numbers will be the highest ever! I’ll- I mean we’ll be richer than ever!” Ted exclaimed, and you were sure Max wanted to do something similar based on how his thighs tightened once you sucked his tip gently.

“That’s all I want for us. Big numbers lead to big checks, and we get to expand and ensure that the train keeps going.” 

Max’s hand snaked up your head, pushing you to take more of him despite the risks. The stretch in your mouth tugged at your lips, and the stretch in your dripping pussy would be worthwhile. With how he felt in your mouth, you were confident that his width was much more desirable than length, and thankfully, he had both.

“But I have a question for you. Where’s your secretary?” Ted asked, and you pulled Max’s cock out of your mouth.

“Oh. She went home early for the day. Got sick with something she ate but she got all her work done.” Max lied.

“Well that’s good to hear. She was the only one that was missed at the HR meeting so I wanted to check in with you.” 

“Yeah. I’ll have her watch the recording of it when she comes in tomorrow. But is that all?” Max tapped his desk with one hand, and he moved his other hand away from your head.

“No. I was going to ask if you turned everyone, but you already answered that with letting her go home early.” 

In that second, you realized that Tim and Evan were right. What was more of a problem was that now you were trying to fight the urge to hit Max while Ted was still in the room. 

“Listen, I’m gonna get around to it.” Max reassured, but Ted’s sigh indicated that it was a futile attempt.

“I know she’s an efficient worker but sooner or later she’s going to find out.” 

“Ted, I’ve got it under control.” Max was stern, and you never heard him speak like that until now.

“If you say so, but if you don’t do it, I will.” Ted threatened as he turned on his heel.

“Don’t touch her.” Max warned, and Ted laughed in response.

“And what are you going to do about it? You work for me, not the other way around.” Ted corrected.

“But you need me more than I need you, and if I say to leave her alone, you don’t touch her. Or else would your wife like to hear about you sleeping with your secretary?” Max countered, and you covered your mouth in shock. 

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. Now are we done?” Max was livid, and if there was another word said than what he wanted to hear, he would blow a fuse. 

“Yes. I’ll leave you be.” 

Ted walked out fast and closed the door behind him, and you didn’t explode until you heard the elevator doors open and close to be sure that it was just the two of you again on the floor. Max zipped his pants up and moved out of the way for you. You climbed out angry, jetting for the door, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t leave. I’ll explain everything.” Max pleaded, but all it earned was a slap in the face.

“Max, you’re a fucking vampire! I don’t need to hear anymore to figure that out.” You exclaimed, and Max sighed. 

“Yes, I’m a vampire. But I was never going to turn you the way I did the others.” Max explained, and that earned a cold laugh from you.

“Oh, that’s so comforting, really.” 

Max pinched the skin in between his brows. “I was going to tell you before I did it.” 

“So I was supposed to just let you tell me with your fangs out and take two seconds to process that you’re a vampire and that I’m going to be one too?” You asked sarcastically.

“You’re clearly angry with me. Do you want to slap me again?” Max offered, and that threw you off.

“You’re offering me a slap?” You were bewildered, but you had to expect that from Max as everything he did was borderline unorthodox, and now you understood why that was.

“It seemed to work the first time. Besides, they don’t hurt anyways.” Max responded, and it was time for you to see red. You slapped him harder than the last time, and you saw that his eyes flashed red, but they went away quickly.

“I knew that would work. And now I have two questions for you.” 

You huffed, knowing that there was always a trick up his sleeve. “Do I have a choice in answering them?”

“You know the answer to that. Anyways, did you ever have a suspicion of me being a vampire? Or did someone tell you that I’m a vampire?” Max asked.

“That’s two questions right there.” You pointed it out, and Max rolled his eyes.

“Answer the fucking question.” He demanded.

“No. I didn’t have a clue.” You lied, and you soon realized your mistake once his eyes turned crimson red, seeing right through you.

His grip on your wrist tightened. “I’m going to ask you again, and don’t lie because you’re a terrible liar. Did you ever have a suspicion?”

“Yes.” You answered truthfully, and his eyes turned back to normal.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Max praised, and you were sure that while he was a vampire, there were a few screws loose in his head based on his demeanor.

“How did you know I was lying?” You asked. 

“Well, you are a terrible liar and I can also read your mind so that helps me.” Max smiled as he answered, and you sighed.

“Should’ve known you had powers.” You muttered, and Max smiled at your frustration.

“Comes with the job. Now, second question: does it turn you on that I’m a vampire?” Max continued with his eyes turning red, and you felt your cheeks burn. 

While you were livid moments before, there was something in seeing Max with glowing red eyes that made being angry with him a lost cause. It was hot, and you didn’t have it in you to lie to him now.

“Yes, it does turn me on.” You admitted, and Max’s smile turned into a smirk.

“I figured because I can smell that sweet desire on you. Also, I let go of your wrist and you didn’t notice.” 

You looked down and noticed that his grip was gone. But still, you felt a different grip that begged you to stay, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave as you had planned before. 

“I guess the questions took up all my focus.” 

“Or you want to stay so I fuck you against the wall.” Max suggested.

You were confused. “I didn’t say that just now.” 

“You didn’t. But you thought about it while you were working earlier.” Max clarified.

You shook your head. “And just how many times have you used these powers on me without my knowledge?”

“Since I met you,” Max grabbed your hand. “I know every desire, every orgasm, every dirty thought you had about me, and I’ve enjoyed all of them.”

“W-well, why did you wait until now?” You stuttered as your feet had a mind of their own and walked with Max to the wall. 

“I wanted to toy with you. Every flirtation, praise, and touch that I gave you, it was because of how proud I was of you, but also from noticing what they did to you. I enjoyed every time you clenched your thighs, the times you got off in your car and the moments you would remember the previous night when you got off to what I did. It all allowed me to build up our tension until it was impossible to ignore so I could bring you right here.” Max pushed you against the wall with your hand behind your back. It was exactly what you fantasized about earlier, and it showed his incredible attention to detail would be the death of you.

“Baby, please.” You begged, giving in to him as he pulled up your skirt again.

You heard him unzip his pants and let them fall to the ground. “Tell me exactly what you want.” 

“But you know it already.” You whined as Max’s cock reached your folds, pushing in between them to slide up and down your slit. From there, you could feel how big and hard he was, with his tip constantly brushing up on your clit, which made you rock your hips to match his speed. 

Max slid his hand in between your hands to grab his cock, tapping it against your clit with every word he spoke. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“Please fuck me against the wall. I need it, baby.” You pleaded, and soon, his tip was lined up at your hole.

Max placed his lips near your ear lobe, kissing it. “That’s my good girl.” 

Max entered you slowly, thankfully not letting his desire get the best of him. He was slow, methodical in gauging your pain, slowing up if you were uncomfortable. He kissed your ear, neck, and jaw as he entered, giving you a distraction as he bottomed out inside you. You tried to relax, allowing yourself time to adjust to his sheer size and breathing through it. 

“You’re doing great, baby. I promise.” Max praised as he pulled out, leaving just the tip to relieve you. You felt empty when he pulled out, and he pushed back in to fill you up again. It was sensual, with him thrusting slowly in and out, holding you close as he wanted to appreciate every inch of you. The feather-like kisses that adored your shoulder, neck, ear, and jaw were like fire on your skin, setting you aglow as you never wanted to forget what his lips felt like on you. 

Max grabbed a handful of your ass before smacking it, making you gasp. “Your body is perfect. I don’t know how I waited this long to have you.” 

“I don’t know how I waited either,” You responded, and soon you pushed back with your hips to match his thrusts as your discomfort transformed into pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so needy for me. You want more of me, don’t you?” Max thrusted faster, finally giving in to what he had been fighting.

“Max, I want everything. Please, give me everything.” 

Permission. That was all Max wanted from you when he called you into his office. Permission to ravish you just as you both had dreamed of and that was what set him off. In an instant, he thrusted faster, pushing you further into the wall to make you arch your back. His curve hooked more inside you, stretching you and getting closer to brushing up on your g-spot. Every vein rubbed against your velvety slick walls deliciously, making this sin of sleeping with a vampire worth every second of it. There was power behind every thrust, wanting to bottom out each time so your walls could hug every inch of him. 

You were utterly drunk off of him, becoming a loud whimpering mess that everyone could hear if they were on your floor. You didn’t try to cover your mouth or close it. You wanted Max to listen to what this was doing to you, and once you used your spare hand to spread your ass cheek, it pleased him.

“Look at you, spreading yourself wide for me to take every part of you. You’re such a pretty girl for me,” Max commented, making you clench around him. “Fuck, mami. You do that again and I’m gonna cum inside you.”

I really want him to cum inside me. Fuck, I want him to breed me, actually.

“Oh, you really want that.” Max noted, and you nodded frantically.

“Fuck, I do!”

“Can’t help it, can you? Laid out on my desk and squirting, sucking me underneath the desk to tease me, getting fucked against the wall, and now you want me to breed you. The pretty secretary getting fucked by her boss and begging to get filled up. Should’ve known you’re not as innocent as you look.” Max laid it out and showed how much you broke your rules for him, but you didn’t care. All it did was bring you closer to cumming to where your legs began to shake.

“Baby, I-I’m gonna cum again!” You cried out, and Max began to let his fangs grow in.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my cock for me, please.”

You immediately shut your eyes, letting go as you coated him and your inner thighs again. You took every thrust he gave you to fuck you through it, and the praise that he gave you was muffled due to your mind going blank. It was too good to think, and once he stalled his thrusts and you felt warm, thick ropes paint your walls, you knew that he was a goner as well. Max transformed as he came, giving you every drop so that you would be forever marked as his, but there was one last thing he had to do to seal it. 

You felt his lips against your neck, a light kiss that made you tilt your neck more to the side, giving him access. But then, you felt his fangs sink into your skin, the pain making you yelp as it stung, and you could feel him twitch inside you more from turning you. But it was hard to get mad at while he was pumping you full of his cum. Bred, turned, and marked by your boss. What more could you want based on your fantasies from earlier?

When he was close to finishing his mark on you, you felt drained initially, with your orgasm departing and your body momentarily falling limp. But that all changed in a split second when your eyes shot open, and you took a deep breath as your body changed from head to toe. Your energy rose, your strength increased, your entire being changed from that of a mortal and into an all-powerful entity. It was electrifying, and you only came down from that high when he pulled his teeth and cock out of you.

“You taste and feel wonderful.” Max complimented you as he turned you around.

“Thank you. Was that your plan all along?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“More or less,” He drifted off, looking at your amber-yellow eyes with satisfaction. “How do you feel?” 

“Different. I feel strangely more alive even though I’m now considered the living dead.” You joked.

“You’ll be fine. It becomes normal after a while, and then you’ll wonder why you had to wait so long to change.”

You cocked your head to the side. “So you don’t miss mortal life?” 

“What’s there to miss? I have a simple diet now, plenty of energy, and I have powers. There’s nothing special about being human when you get all of this from one bite.” He elaborated, and you loved seeing how passionate he was about his new lifestyle. 

“Well when you put it that way, I can see why you wanted to turn everyone here.”

“Well turning people I’m not turned on by isn’t exactly fun,” Max joked, cupping your cheek. “But turning you was very exciting.” He finished, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“It was. Makes me wanna do it again.” You admitted bashfully.

“Who said I was stopping now? I’ve only just begun with you,” Max leaned into you, his lips ghosting yours.

“Then give me all of it, forever.” You whispered, and the kiss that followed left you weak at the knees and your heart soaring for eternity.

[caliburn-not-calculator]

May I also request vampire Professionals kisses? 42 maybe?

I

Uh

I don’t know what happened here, something certainly did. As is the want of vampires the energy escalated and got interesting

I guess this is technically pre vampire VR-LA but uhhhhh Yeah!

[koshiiimagines]

Reference for when lovely was turned-

[dollgutzzz]

Finally, chapter 8 of my vampire!Kaveh fic! I’m so sorry this took like a million years. I’m gonna try really hard to make updates more regular! 🩷

Rating: M

Summary: Kaveh returns home after his stay in Gandharva Ville. He’s not sure if he can handle this new routine alone.

[boneshine]

Babygirl has become Babymonster.

[wwdits-kink-meme]

Season 3 ending AU where Nandor and Guillermo make it to the Tigris. But when Mandor goes in for a bite he somehow ends up kissing Guillermo instead and they end up having sex right there. Nandor does bite Guillermo and feed him his blood in the midst of all this. The last thing Guillermo feels as a human/the first thing he feels as a vampire is Nandor inside him.

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[seraphinitegames]

I absolutely love this series and I have a burning question for you. Can I ask my vamp sweetheart to turn me?

I mean for sure at some point you'll be able to ask...

How the individual vampire sweetheart will feel about that request will differ though, hehe! ;D

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[stephpotterart]

Been thinking about this for a bit since I read @cookinguptales wonderful post. 

Yes, you can't be twice turned, and you can’t re-lose your virginity... but that doesn't mean doing it with the person you love can't improve/rewrite the memory (and state of being)

Afanas' test tried to turn his fledgling twice... In my head I'm pretty sure that it’s the double process that makes you go BOOM, rather than just … finishing the first turning?

Season 4 literally showed Nandermo with "Love at First Bite" on a poster behind them, and I would like to assume that that does mean Nandor’s bite/blood can fix this whole clusterfuck. I’ll provide some of my reasoning:

Derek is not his master, he's not even really a friend? Guillermo only goes to him when he needs something (which is actually shitty, but oh well). He's also been a Vampire for a year or 2 tops.... There's almost no power in him.

But Nandor... there's power and age there. They've shown him to be more powerful this season than ever before… Hypnotizing an entire police precinct with little effort (which I mean… is inconsistent with his previous canon, but hey, maybe we can pretend that he just wasn’t putting his all into it before. Maybe he used the Djinn to increase his power off camera, maybe he just wasn’t using his full potential, who knows). There’s definitely power, strength, and age working in Guillermo’s favour if he goes to Nandor. Afterall, Nandor was able to turn a Werewolf into a Vampire (or at least a mixture) without it destroying Gail, so there’s some innate Vampiric power there.

Will Nandor react poorly? Definitely. He will pout, he will attack, but in the end (likely after another drawn out physical fight) he’d come to his senses. Guillermo is his friend, and… well he is Guillermo’s Master. If going feral and finishing the task will keep Guillermo with him, and bind them permanently, I think Nandor would do it. It’d be a way of publicly staking his claim and showing that he owns Guillermo above all others. Even if this means something vastly different in his heart and mind than he lets on in public (love and companionship versus dominion and control).

I personally don't think a second turning wherein Nandor drains Guillermo and has him drink from him is necessary. I think that’s where the test that Afanas and the Sire tried went so horribly wrong. Guillermo doesn’t need to be turned again, he just needs the original turning to be finished.

Memo got one small mouthful of Vampiric blood from Derek due to Derek’s fainting and low blood pressure. That was all that he got from his supposed maker... while being almost totally bled out himself. He was in a weakened state, with very little blood from new/weak Vampire to pull him through it.

I'm under the impression that Memo didn't have enough blood from his Sire, and Derek didn't have the power in his blood to create a strong bond between them, and to fully turn him. Especially not when he's emotionally bonded to Nandor as it is. That’s why Guillermo’s still in awkward Dhampir territory.

I think, if you bypass the draining and just let him drink from Nandor’s throat (wrist wouldn’t offer enough flow for this situation as far as I'm concerned and we're ROMANTIC in this household damn it), I would think Nandor's older, stronger, blood would Kickstart the transformation again, and negate the consequences of double turning - because it's not a second turning, it's just finishing what was already started.

TL;DR: Guillermo doesn’t need to be turned twice, he just needs his lover Master to finish the original turning by giving him his much more powerful blood and rebooting/correcting the stalled transformation.

[jasmines-library]

Teeth

Summary: (Requested by anon) When you get turned into a vampire while on a hunt, Sam and Dean are tasked with hunting it down while you battle your hunger and the copious amounts of blood loss.

Warnings: Blood, gore, hurt, throwing up blood

Word Count: 2.9K

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪

It hurt. Or what little you could still feel hurt. Your mind and body was growing numb as you began to rot away in the dismal house atop the hill. The bonds around your wrists were no longer tight, though at one point they did bite into your wrist but were now loosened by your thrashing. But your captors had made no attempt to retie them despite the sunlight streaming around the drawn curtains that would have normally given you the perfect chance to slip away. The thought had crossed your mind often; many times as you pleaded for the harsh tearing at your neck to stop. As you pleaded for your brothers. But you couldn’t will your body to move, so you lay there weakly slumped against a pillar in the centre of the room. 

Your captors were asleep, sheltering somewhere deep within the cave as you faded away slowly. You had grown used to their routine at some point, but now you were struggling to tell the minutes from the days. They had taken too much, taking pleasure in draining you of your blood; starting slowly at first and then ravishing in it, leaving you just enough to survive on. The countless marks still marred your skin, burning where they had so carelessly torn it away. knew the minute they opened their eyes they would feast and you would be a goner. Some part of you knew you should be holding out for your brothers; telling yourself that they would be here soon… but it had been…weeks? Since you were dragged away from them on the hunt and they were yet to show their faces. So insead, you continued to rot away, watching the shadows shift around the room as the sun dipped below the horizon, as you waited for your inevitable death. 

You heard them before you saw them. Rioting they came flooding up the stairs taking no subtleties as they pranced around the room. Lights came flickering on to join the moon and replace the absence of the sun. The pack leader stalked over to you with a conniving grin, his boots clunking heavily against the wooden floor. When he moved to crouch down beside you, you tried to inch away but he just grinned. 

“Oh pet. How pathetic.” He trailed a long fingernail down the length of your jawline. 

“Go.. fuck yourself.” You tried to spit at him, but there was no venom dripping from your words as you had hoped; only a desperate plea that fell half short on your lips. 

The vampire chuckled, joined by a chorus from across the room. “You know, it’s a real shame you killed our brother. I would have loved to have kept you around.” He moved closer to your neck, seemingly savouring the smell of what little blood you had left like it was a drug. 

You could feel his lips smirk, flush against your skin before he sank his fangs into your neck and the scream that ripped from your vocal chords was so violent that you weren’t sure it had even come from you at first. It was so raw that you felt it rip up your throat as the vampire sank his fangs deeper than he had ever before. His fangs felt like a thousand tiny needles ravaging into your skin at once and the feeling consumed you; so much so that you nearly missed the smashing of the windows and angry shouts of those voices that you had yearned for. 

Ripping his face away from your neck, the vampire snapped his face up to glare at your brothers, barely missing the machete that Sam swung aggressively toward him. But the vampire didn’t flee. Instead, he tore the binds from you and clutched you in front of him like a shield. 

“Let her go.” Sam barked, aiming the machete at the vampire who snarled in his direction. Somewhere behind him, Dean was working on decapitating the remaining vampires. You could hear his grunts of effort as he swung his weapon. 

The vampire chuckled, tightening his grip on you and forcing you to stand on woozy legs that could barely hold your weight. 

“Let her go.” He repeated. 

You attempted to squirm in his grip. “It’s rude to break into someone’s home while they’re eating, Samuel.”

Sam rolled out of the way just a second before another launched herself at him. He struggled as she pinned him down trying to snap at his neck. The head vampire took this as a chance to finish you off. Or so you thought. He threw you to the ground, pressing you to the floor as you tried to scrabble away. His fangs protruded menacingly and he leaned down, you squeezed your eyes shut preparing for the blinging agony, but it never came. Instead, he had bitten into his own wrist and the crimson fell in a ghastly contrast against his pale skin. 

“No…” You murmured, turning to push yourself away but he had all of his weight pinning you down at the hips and even if he wasn’t, the little strength you had was only enough to claw you a few inches away.

Lowering his wrist, you tried to twist your head away, but your body failed you. You think you heard Dean from across the room, trying to fight his way toward you…but the minute his blood trickled onto your lips, you knew it was over. There was no point trying to retch the foul liquid away, but your body bucked as you tried to fight him off helplessly. Your body only slumped defeated against the ground when Dean managed to tackle the vampire while he was hauled up in his victory. He howled as Dean stuck him with the dead man’s blood and he keeled over to the side. 

I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel burned out

It gets you down, we've all been there sometimes

But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again

“Y/N…” Sam dropped to your side as Dean moved swiftly to tie up the vampire. 

“S’mmy?” You slurred… your vision wavered and your head pounded but you could see his sweep-away hair pooling over his shoulders as he hovered over you.

Sam tried to wipe away the blood that was stained around your lips. He knew it would make no difference to your condition, but the sight made him queasy. You reached up blindly to claw weakly at his flannel. “Shhh. You’re okay kid. We’re going to fix this…”

You blinked up slowly at Dean as Sam settled you against his chest. Your eldest brother reached out and smoothed your hair away from your face. You whimpered at his touch.

“We’re gonna fix this y/n/n.” Dean tried to reassure you, but the concern in his voice was far from masked. 

~

Sam and Dean had raced you down to Baby as quickly as possible, tussling the vamp into the trunk. The ride was hell, as you clung into your life. Each time your eyes slipped shut, Sam begged you to keep them open and God how you didn’t want to, but the look on his face made you want to try. 

As soon as you had been situated in the motel room and the vamp had been secured across the room, Dean rushed back out to gather the supplies they needed for the cure. He was hesitant to leave you in your state. A sweat had quickly broken out across your brow and you struggled to breathe as Sam clutched you to his chest, offering tender gestures as he ran his fingers across your skin, his eyes flickering between you and the vampire who although was weakened by the affects of the dead man’s blood, was watching the scene with a cruel smile. 

You could already feel your body changing. Something within you ached deeply; everything hurt. Everything seemed too much. Dean had only been gone less than an hour, but your senses were already peaking. The light was too bright, Sam’s heart too loud, your skin too warm. And hunger… your stomach felt like it was being ripped apart by a pack of hellhounds and you found little relief in curling up in Sam’s lap. 

A whimper escaped your lips as agony shot through your body. You knew what you wanted. What you needed. You craved it; Sammy’s blood. You could smell it and hear it as it pumped around his body. You needed it.. But you knew it was so wrong. 

His gentle touches had begun to feel like acid being doused over your skin and soon you were drowning in the pain that he was causing. You pushed yourself away from your brother, overwhelmed completely by everything that was happening. You tried to back yourself away into a corner, but your legs gave out halfway as you went down with a cry of pain and anguish.

“Kiddo?” Sam’s voice cut through you and made your ears ring. Too much. 

He stepped closer as another pang of hunger wracked over you. Wrongwrongwrong.

“Please, Sam…” You begged him as you tried to keep your distance. The scent of his blood was sending your hungry mind into a frenzy and you were worried what would happen if he got any closer, though the urge to feed became overwhelming. “Please…I can’t.”

“Y/N…”

“Just a little bit Sammy… Please.” You begged, curling in on himself. 

“You can’t.” He told you. “You have to hold out a little longer. Dean will be here soon.”

Your mouth was beginning to hurt as your teeth replaced themselves with razor sharp fangs. As another pang shot through you, you bit your lip with a whine. Your blood trickled onto your tongue, agitating you further. 

Sam was closer now and gods the temptation was…every beat of his heart was like a timer counting down. 

“Please Sam… I can’t do this anymore. I need it-” You whimpered. “Why won’t you help me!” You sobbed. Sam knew you weren’t thinking straight, but seeing you feeling like this hurt. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh Kid…” Sam picked you up in his arms despite your weak protests; despite turning the blood loss was still taking its toll on you. “I’m so sorry but you know I can’t.”

“You don’t understand.” You tried to push yourself away from him. “I need it. Help me!”

“I can’t.” He reinstated as he moved you over to lay you on the bed again. He shut his eyes. “If you were me, you would do the same.”

You nodded slightly as you settled down on the bed, curling up as tight as you could. You squeezed your eyes as tightly shut as you could; the light streaming from under the door and from the crack in the curtains seemed to burn you and the lamp on the other side of the room made you feel like someone was shining a torch right into your eyes. It made your head throb. And your hands had moved subconsciously to cover your ears in a vain attempt to block out the minute sounds that Sam made as he shuffled around the room and the noise of the neighbours in the room next to yours. The three heartbeats around you all beat out of sync and the longer you dwelled on it the more it began to drive you crazy. You felt like you were dying. As if your body was fighting against itself in some never ending battle. 

For Sam, the room had fallen into silence as he moved to switch off the lamp and close the curtains; he had seen the way you winced. He moved as quietly as he could, but even that seemed to be too much. 

“Hurts…”

Your brother sucked in a breath. “I know sweetheart, I know. Just a little longer okay. Just hold on.”

~

A savage shiver wracked through your body. You had begun to grow feverish. Sam was talking in a hushed voice to Dean over the phone, trying to reassure you that he was on his way and pleading for you to just hang on. He swore his heart was going to stop every time your eyes slipped closed for a moment too long, but you knew from the incessant thrum of his heart that he was in fact wrong. 

“You’re not looking too hot over there.” The vampire perked up from across the room with a grin. He had been watching you keenly with his piercing eyes; a haunting reminder of what you could become.

Your gaze, that had been staring off into nothing, shifted until it focused on him. 

“You know, Sam,” He continued “if you would just let her feed, it would be easier for all of us.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, I know you’ve considered it. You can’t stand watching her rot away.” He started and Sam winced. “But then… of course you would have to kill her.” He hummed. “It’s ironic really. Little Y/N Winchester, killed by her very own brothers for turning into the very thing they dedicated their lives to killing. A monster. How chilling.”

Sam gripped another syringe of dean man’s blood and jabbed it harshly into the vampire's neck. “I thought I told you to shut up?”

Sam’s attention returned briefly to you as a fit of coughs racked you. He paled. “You’re lucky we need you right now. But as soon as she is okay you’re dead meat.”

Dean bustled through the door with bags full of strange ingredients. He slid them onto the counter as Sam acknowledged him and moved swiftly to begin prepping the ingredients. When your eldest brother moved to the side of the bed, he felt like he could hurl at your condition. You had gotten so much worse since he left you…he moved a stray hair away from your eyes, eliciting a groan from you.

“Hurry, Sam.” Dean said over his shoulder.

“I’m trying.” Sam grunted.

“D…” You tried to mumble your brother’s name.

“Shh. I’m here sweetheart.” He felt you grip his hand as tightly as you could. 

“...t-too much.”

“Just a little longer y/n. Sammy is making the cure and then you’re going to be right as rain, okay?”

You nodded haphazardly.

“I’ve got it!” Sam’s success seemed like it took a decade to arrive “Bring her over here.”

Dean wrapped his arm around you and eased you up. He supported most of your weight as the pair of you staggered the short distance across the room. Then, he eased you into one of the chairs set out around the table. The scent of the blood hit you and it made your stomach churn. 

Wrapping your hands around his, Dean guided the cup to your lips. The smell made you want to retch and  you tried to turn your head away.

“Please, kiddo, it’s going to help.” Sam implored. 

Dean pressed the cool ceramic to your lips again and with a hesitant tremble you sipped on the liquid, forcing it down your throat. Once the cup was drained, you sat back in your chair.

You were expecting something big. Like for it all to stop suddenly or for your body to convulse. Or for you to drop dead. But nothing happened. You still felt the same. You could still hear the impending drum of your brother's heartbeats. 

And then you felt something rising in your stomach and you were up quickly and racing towards the sink just in time for an unholy amount of blood to push its way past your lips. When it finally stopped, your lips were stained crimson as you sank to the floor. Dean gathered you up in his arms before you could fully reach the ground. 

“y/n/n?” Sam frowned cautiously. 

When he spoke, you realised that his voice no longer cut through you like a butterknife trying to slash a piece of skin. 

“I-I think it worked.” You beamed. Your two brothers let out a sigh of relief. 

Sammy wrapped you up in his arms. “God, you had us so worried kiddo.”

“Sorry…”

“No. It’s not your fault. We should have been paying closer attention.”

“It’s okay. Please don’t blame yourself.” You told them. You knew how they got in situations like this. 

“You know…for a moment back then I thought that this would be the end of me. I’ve never felt anything like it… I thought I was going to die.”

“We know, kiddo. We know. But you’re alright now and that’s all that matters.”

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Stranger’s Blood Turns to Ashes

Last minute gift for @blocky-tides for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange I accidentally posted to the wrong blog at first sorry guys

Summary: Niki has just been changed to a vampire, her hunger leads her to do something horrible, but she has people in her corner to help her pick up the pieces

Warning: Blood, Depiction of the killed person, Vampire, and Panic.

Blood.

That's all Niki could taste. Stale iron coated her tongue. Should she scream? Could she? She panted, blood dripping down her chin, pooling onto the corpse below. A corpse she made.

She did THAT.

SHE HAD KILLED HIM!

The neck was fully ripped out, blood flowing from the severed veins like a river, joining the current around the body. Niki must have stared at the mess for what seemed like years before she finally turned and ran. She covered her mouth keeping the blood there, and trying to ignore the fangs that brushed her blood-soaked hands.

She took their blood, and her stomach twisted and turned at the idea of the blood there. Wanting the blood to flow down her throat to quell her unrelenting appetite. She didn't want to. She didn't want that.

Niki couldn't stop.

She wouldn't, she just.

She fell. Choking on the blood in her mouth that made it down her throat on impacted as she gasped out. Niki twisted around from her spot on the ground to look at the reason for her trip.

Meeting eyes as red as the blood covering her shirt. She wanted to scream but choked on the blood and the feeling of safety.

The assailant reached out taking Niki's arm, she flailed for a second before they spoke her name.

"Hey Niki," Tommy greeted with a smile, so soft and kind, Niki almost overlooked the fangs replacing the normal canines.

"Tom-" Niki attempted to croak out but ended up in a coughing fit, that Tommy patiently waited through, holding her hand as she calmed down. He sat by the newly turned vampire, and soon tears flowed from Niki at the realization that she was turned, and now she couldn't live a normal life. Forever doomed to shadows and blood.

"We'll help you," Bagi spoke as she appeared from the shadows lining the alleyway. "I promise little bunny, we've got you." Niki couldn't help as the tears kept flowing, the familiar pet name doing nothing but reminding the newly turned fledgling, of the life that would never be the same. Tommy gently helped her to her feet, dripping his jacket over the sobbing vampire, holding her hand, as Bagi led them away from the alleyway. Away from the corpse, from the blood littering the walls, from the clean-licked bones. From everything Niki ever knew, everyone she knew, from her life.

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I don’t think this is a very.. normal vampire thing (then again, what’s normal?), but who else just wants to put up an alter of their turner?

Like, I remember that in my old family, once you were turned you had to put up a photo of them in the place you lived and put a cup of your blood infront of it, but I don’t remember the meaning of it? We just.. sort of did it. And it’s honestly confusing.

I think I did it with Todd, but I’m not.. positive. I don’t even remember what.. he looks like.