#also i have more ideas for heath and shino in this au but ???? smth abt heath just wanting to know more abt humans

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

in the dark

“let’s have the moonlight be our spotlight.”

vampire! heath x vampire hunter! reader

gender neutral reader

synopsis: you know better than anyone else that your duty is to kill the vampire and make sure that the eastern country stays safe from those monsters. but heath is a pacifistic vampire who chooses starvation, unable to bear harming anyone else, and more touching than anyone you’ve ever met...

content warning(s): violence, death mention

placed under cut for sensitive topic area!

The rumors about the vampires dwelling inside the Blanchett Mansion were many and generous, and you already expected the Eastern Royal Family to summon you to their quarters long before the paperwork must have been filed to send for you. Words about vampires spread fast in this area, and as a vampire hunter who had brought down many amoral fiends to their rightful doom, you took these rumors to heart more than anybody else ever could.

Being a vampire hunter was a twisted occupation. You were nothing short of a murderer--you knew that deep down--with your slaughter justified only through the lens of justice that the humans set up. After all, vampires never asked to be born to a life of suffering and blood thirst, but money was money, and knowing that your job allowed the regular folk to live their lives without any fear was a fitting reward in its own right.

“I’ve found you.”

That was the excuse you gave yourself, standing in the dimly lit doorway leading to the main room of the mansion. You held your silver weapon out in front of you, brandishing it like the holy beacon of sin it was, a walking oxymoron of righteousness and wrongdoing all at once.

There’s no doubt that the boy keeled over before you was your target. The eternal undead, the spitting image of everything incorrect and backwards about this universe, a mark from the depths of Hell or whatever other demonic paradise people believed sent to remind humanity of their place within the world. 

He was the vampire you were to kill.

“I…,” he murmured, his breathing shallow. “I’ve never-”

“Save your excuses,” you replied, swallowing back any emotion within your voice. You had done this multiple times, and this boy would be far from the last vampire that would die within your own hands. “If you were worth saving, I wouldn’t be here.”

He let his head hang, the blue robes wrapped around him casting a glow of faux youthfulness around him. You had no idea how long he had been alive; most undead never bothered to keep count after enough eternities had passed to make their lives nearly meaningless outside of their bloodshed. 

“I don’t want to hurt people. I-I love people. I want to get to know them. What makes them laugh, what makes them cry, what makes them love… Because they’re the same as I am, aren’t they? What makes them so different from me? What makes them hate me so much? What makes them so intriguing to me to the point that I’d starve and deteriorate in order to gain an ounce of understanding, only for them to pay me back in spades?” He whispered breathlessly, looking at you.

Tears dotted the vampire’s eyes like dew clinging onto the surface of a tree’s leaves after a morning mist. Even if you knew deep down that you were here for a duty and that you were here for a greater cause, you can’t help but feel your heart lurch at the betrayal and the ethereal presence of the vampire in front of you.

His cascading blond hair wove across his eyes as he placed a hand to where his heart would be, as if mimicking the action of the humans he claimed he loved so much. What would be his response if he could feel a heartbeat there? If his empty chest could ache and flow with the same blood that he had thrown himself away from? You didn’t know, and you tried to think that it didn’t matter.

“Please…”

You also didn’t know what he meant when he said those words.

Did he want you to spare his life? Did he want you to make it quick? Was he surrendering truly, or was he one of those vampires that feigned weakness to catch everyone off guard?

You kept your stance, refusing to give him even the slightest bit of weakness. 

“Heathcliff Blanchett, bane of the Blanchett Mansion and terrorizer of the Eastern Country,” you stated coldly, each syllable like the tolling of bells before a funeral. Virtue and survival could never be friends, and you carved that deep into your heart. “I’m here on behalf of a commission from the royal family to rid of your presence once and for all.”

He pressed his lips together, his face like polished porcelain under the moonlight. It felt like he transcended life and death itself, as if he was a doll staring back pleadingly at you from behind a shimmery glass cage of his own making. You can’t help but marvel at the soft gleam within his sapphire eyes as he silently begs for his life, and before you could make your next move, you wondered if the twisting inside of your gut was from a sense of hypocritical vigilance or guilt towards the humanity of this young boy.

He rose to his feet, stepping towards you with a rhythm that made even the soft moonlight mourn. You stayed frozen in place. He didn’t look like he would attack you, and your heart clenched inside of your chest to see him face you.

Heathcliff placed a hand on your cheek, his hand as cold as the searing ice of the dead winter against you. You thrummed with life, and you could see that as you gazed deeply at his face. The complexity of emotions flickering against the vampire’s face was indescribable, and you held your breath when he leaned in.

His lips brushed against yours lightly: frost against your skin. A touch so ephemeral, so fleeting, so impressionistic that you could only decipher it as an action of someone with nothing but love. People who had known nothing but hatred in their life couldn’t touch like this, people who had known nothing but greed in their life couldn’t exist like this, and people who had known nothing but bloodshed in their life couldn’t kiss like this.

“I’m not ready, but I’ll meet you where you are,” Heathcliff said, the space between you an infinity of its own.

Your response was swift and simple.

You let your weapon fall to the floor, forgotten and forgiven.