#and i saw that post that was like if a vampire drank enough to kill someone they would only need to drink once a month but like

[chiarrara]

i haven't written anything today, but i have spent a lot of time obsessing over blood, and blood loss, and blood type, and blood type compatibility theory. so that's been fun :)

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

The Highest Cost [Chapter Five] Glutton [David]

Warning(s): hunger, blood, desire, attraction, knives, realization, dread, mild comfort, OC.

No Minors Allowed!!

The more David thought about it, the more he realized that it could not have been the sun he saw that night on the beach. For obvious reasons, he would have immediately burned to death - the high cost of being a bloodsucker, as the ‘Vampires Everywhere’ comic book at Atlantis Fantasyworld foolishly called his kind. 

The wisps of yellow light twisting like thick smoke around Maria were not thin rays of sunlight, but some sort of aura. He could not make heads or tails of it, but in his defense, a night or two ago, he did not know legit psychics were even real. This phenomenon was new to him, as new as letting a human get close enough to him and walk away with her life.

David had his reasons, or so he told himself. Maria was…alluring. Her blood tasted like mango, the sweetest fruit he could think of, and her visions were accurate, dangerously so. If she knew about him or learned about the one who sired him, then their existence would be in jeopardy. He should have killed her, and left her body to the crabs the moment Paul brought her to his attention. But then there was that damn aura; bright and radiant. Why did he see it and no one else?

I tasted her blood.

The wicker wheelchair David declared his own gave a low squeak as he shifted, placing his leg over the armrest. Years of rust had claimed the wheels, they sometimes locked up, but he liked it a hell of a lot better than sitting on the mildew-scented floor. Raising his hand, which at the moment was gloveless - the one Maria held, the one he scratched her with - David picked beneath his nails like a starved dog searching for a scrap of food. One taste. But there was none left. He licked his fingers clean the moment her blood touched his tongue. He always had a voracious appetite, but this was too much. 

David tightened his jaw. He slid back on his glove to prevent himself from picking his nails bloody. What was the deal with Maria? If the other sired drank from her, would they–

No. 

The moment he imagined them - Marko, Paul, and Dewayne - sinking their fangs into her soft fair flesh, bleeding her dry like a stuck pig, something in him protested. It was not like him to be possessive. David often shared his toys, but Maria was not like those dull flat surfaced marbles he did not mind his ‘brothers’ borrowing and using. No. She shined. Maria was like a galaxy marble with a vortex in her center akin to the sun; he yearned to stare into it, even if it burned him to ashes. 

So he made a choice. As soon as the moon was at its highest, David left the sunken hotel and zoomed off on his chopped XT500 toward the boardwalk. If he could not find Maria there, he knew the name of the motel where she and Candice or Candy were staying - he did not bother to remember her sister’s name. It was a cheap establishment, not like the Atlantis Hotel in its glory days. A haven for zombies and broke tourists. When he took her back to the boardwalk after the incident, she let slip where she was staying and then deflected as though it were meant to be a secret. From whom he was not sure.

In the end, it didn't matter, he was not going to follow her there. An invitation wasn't needed, but even so, David had no reason to go in. If he wanted to kill her, he would do it outside. Motels were much too public, some even used cameras now. Times were not like they used to be.

The lights from the boardwalk soon came into view. David put aside his thoughts and parked his bike on the sand in the shadow of a wooden support post, then hiked up the stairs. It occurred to him late that he was flying solo tonight. His ‘brothers’ were out doing their own things as they sometimes did. He never pried and in return, neither did they. But as it always did, it felt strange to be alone. He felt like he did before he was sired, moving through life at a snail's pace. A sad man's parade. 

Even the universe gave him a wide berth as he wandered through, searching. Hunting. And then he found her. At first, David thought he saw it again, the aura twisting like thick smoke around Maria, but it was merely a trick of the light; a teasing fantasy that for a moment had him chasing ghosts. 

She stood in front of a flashing bulb, at the base of the coaster, staring up as though she was frantically searching the night sky for something. It took David a moment to realize that Maria was watching the car as it traveled around the track. Each time the bulb flashed, a halo of light surrounded her, teasing him over and over as if to say ‘A crumb, not the whole meal’. He scoffed and approached her. 

“If you want it so bad, why not ride it?”

Mia jerked in fright and diverted her eyes to David. She was not expecting to see him. His sudden appearance made her heart race and her face flush. 

“W-what?” She stuttered. 

David pointed up with a gloved finger. 

“The coaster. Do you want to ride it?”

It took her a moment to calm herself down, but once she did, Mia shook her head in protest.

“Hard no.”

Amused by her answer, David snorted. So then, why did she look so desperate as she watched the car tear down the track? 

“You sure about that?”

“I'm terrified of heights,” Mia admitted. “But my sister, she loves thrill rides; coasters, Farris wheels, the ones that send you plummeting to the ground. No thanks.”

It made sense to David why she was so hesitant to get on his bike, why she held him so tightly. Humans were, all the same, consumed by fear. His curiosity was piqued at least. She was waiting for her sister. 

“Carousels more your style, Maria?” He asked.

She frowned. The dream was still fresh in her mind; the body and the grumble of maggots. Mia curled her toes.

Not anymore. 

“Where are your friends?” She deflected. 

David grinned. She was an open book, and yet he was still intrigued. The most secret aspect of her life was her visions and she seemed intent on keeping them hidden. Others, sure, but his…there was something she did not want him to know. 

Her curiosity was ignored as Cadence walked from the exit gate with a wide grin. 

“That was bitchin’. You should have rode with me.”

“I was content watching,” Mia retorted. 

Cadence side-eyed David, then raised a curious brow. The look on her face read: ‘Are you gonna introduce me to your friend’? 

“This is uh…David,” Mia spilled. Her face heated up in embarrassment. 

She had no intention of Cadence ever meeting him, or seeing him again herself for that matter. 

“So, you're David,” Cadence stated teasingly. She ignored the glare that Mia shot.  

David merely grinned. It was entertaining that she spoke of him to her sister like a high school teenager. 

“I did not interrupt anything, did I?” Cadence asked. 

David considered telling her yes, but honestly, she didn't. Aside from Mia's fear of heights. 

“The carousel. I asked Maria if she wanted to ride it.”

Did he? Regardless, the answer was–

“That sounds like fun,” Cadence interjected. “You two should.” 

Mia shot her a look that read, ‘Are you serious’? Did she not remember the dream? The rotting, maggot-infested body? If she did, she did not seem to care. 

“Yeah. I think that would be good for you. After all, you've just let me drag you around all night. It's been your dream to ride the world-famous Santa Carla carousel.”

It hit Mia like a bucket of ice water. She knew what Cadence was trying to say. But why? Perhaps she wanted to test a theory.

“Sure…I'll go,” Mia faltered.

“I'll be in Atlantis Fantasyworld when you two are done,” Cadence mentioned. 

With a reassuring smile, she turned and walked into the crowd before Mia could interject. David found it odd, but it was not his business, whatever inner conflict the two were having. To all he knew, Mia was just a bit shy. 

Guiding her to the carousel, David did not wait for the rotation to stop. He leaped on, then turned and drew his heels together like a soldier standing in attention. 

“Are you comin’?”

Mia paled, feeling like she was about to leap into the maw of a hungry lion. It was not the action that frightened her, but the dream she had regarding the carousel. What if she got on and saw it again, slumped against the bench, amongst the riders? 

As David disappeared within, Mia had a choice to make; on or off. Into the maw of the mechanical giant, or not. She took an uneasy breath and with a short burst of courage, she leaped on. Her hip smacked the wooden tail of a black horse with a white mane, which would later no doubt leave a bruise, but she was otherwise unharmed. 

There were no visions or no bodies. She was fine. 

With a sigh of relief, Mia walked through the rows, searching for David. It should not have been hard to find him; he was of average size, nearly a head taller than her, with platinum hair. He stood out like a sore thumb. Yet, she couldn't see him. 

A hand suddenly reached out of seemingly nowhere and grabbed her by the arm. Its icy grip like the hands of death bit into her skin, then yanked her back until her calves pressed against the wooden frame of a decorative bench. Force took care of the rest. Mia toppled back and fell onto the seat with a low thud. The shock lasted but a second, and then she realized what had happened. 

He has got to stop doing that. 

David, resting with one leg crossed over the other, watched a slew of emotions cross her face. Shock, pain, realization, then fear. The latter baffled him. 

“You look like you've seen a ghost, Maria.”

He had no idea. At that moment, she saw a faceless corpse. Even the bench had the same damn black and white painted wood as in her dream. Mia felt faint. 

“I'm sorry. I want off.” 

David went against his nature and uncrossed his legs, leading her head to his thigh so she could rest. She was silent as the grave, but her body was tense.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. 

After a long spiraling moment, Mia felt a little better. She did not want to, but she figured that she had better explain herself. 

“Have you ever…dreamed about places you've never been before.”

David shifted and leaned forward.

“I can't say I have.”

“It's terrifying…like being connected to a place and yet you can't figure out why.”

She opted not to mention the recent dream.

“I've seen this town before, but until I got here I didn't know it.”

David understood a little more why Mia was so hesitant to ride the carousel. She must have dreamed about it, and whatever she saw terrified her. 

“Are they about you?” He asked. Taking a strand of her blonde hair, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “Your dreams.” 

No. How could they be? She was not in a single one of them until recently. Mia turned a bit and peered up at David. 

“What would make you think that?”

“Because when I first met you, to see a vision, you asked me to take off my gloves. Isn't that how it works?” David explained. 

Mia hummed. As far as she knew. 

“You can't see into someone's life without a direct touch,” he furthered.

It was as if in that moment her mind became clear, as though she had come off a lifetime bender, but with it came an intense feeling of dread. Mia sat up in disbelief. 

“I'm seeing my future.” 

And in it there was death. 

The carousel jerked roughly, then came to a complete stop. David stood and waited for Mia to join him, but she was in a daze. Then like a light, the moment passed and she stood up.

“I should find Cadence.” 

She was shaken up by the realization. David wondered why. He considered walking away, returning to the cave before her human drama lured him in, but as much as he did not want to admit it, he was hooked. He felt like a stray that had found its meal ticket, a stray that followed when its human leaped from the carousel and sprinted toward the only comic book shop on the boardwalk.

A familiar scent wafting in the breeze caught his attention; the scent of cheap booze and body odor mixed with the salt of the ocean. David curled his nose in disgust. He was the first to see them, a pair of wannabe beach boys wearing grungy denim at the entrance to the shop. The brunt of their teasing was directed to none other than the eldest Ross sister. 

“What are you gonna do, Maria?”

It took her a moment to realize what David meant, and then she saw them herself. By the time she reacted, one of them had Cadence pinned against the window of the shop.

“Hey! Assholes!” Exploded Mia. 

She took off with the speed of a record-breaking sprinter and recklessly, in David's opinion, tackled the beach bum who had a hold of her sister into a rack of 10-cent comic books. Detective Comics #31 went flying and landed on the boardwalk with a sad plop. 

The second wannabe, who until now, was caught off guard by Mia’s sudden attack, pulled a stiletto switch knife with a black handle from his boot. He pressed the slide trigger forward and a 9-inch blade sprang free. The kid was wet behind the ears, most likely stole the knife from his daddy, because the moment he took it out, he was pissing himself in fear. David did not need enhanced senses to smell the pungent odor of ammonia wafting in the air.

But worse than an experienced Surf Nazi with a knife was one that did not know his ass from a hole in the ground. The kid stepped forward and let out a great roar as he swung the blade through the air like a knight swinging a greatsword. But he missed. Mia turned her eyes to him in shock and before David could grab him, the kid swung again. The second time, Mia lifted her arm and the blade slashed deep into her forearm. Rivulets of blood splattered across the protective sleeve of Superman #146.

With strength he did not mean to display, David yanked the kid's arm back so hard, that his shoulder dislocated with a loud pop. He wailed in pain like an old street cat, then released the switch knife. David caught it before it hit the ground; the edge of the blade was stained red. 

These are illegal.

Had been since 1958.

Based on the crowd of people gathering, David retracted the blade into the handle and shoved it into his coat pocket. If Big Ed, the security guard caught him with it, he'd call the police. He had no love for David, or his ‘brothers’; not after all the trouble they caused him over the years. Hell, if he caught David at all on the boardwalk, he'd smack him with that wooden nightstick he wore attached to his side. He already warned him once that he was banned. 

The beach boys had the right idea. They tucked tail and ran like dogs the moment Edgar Frog, one of two eccentric brothers who ran the Atlantis Fantasyworld comic book shop came out to assess the damage done. It was odd not to see his lanky brother, Alan trailing behind him, most likely dragging Big Ed from his booth.

David tightened his jaw and squatted beside Mia. Her sister gave him a brief look of relief, then stood to explain the situation to Edgar. She oddly kept a wide berth from her sister, which intrigued him.

“That's gonna need stitches.”

“Hurts like hell,” Mia disclosed. 

Blood oozed from the cut and down her arm as if it were teasing him. ‘Look, but don't you dare touch’. His stomach twisted in pain. He needed to feed. 

“I need to split,” David mentioned. “The security guard and I have a past.”

“Take me with you,” Mia pouted. 

She disliked hospitals. Not to mention, David was right, she needed stitches. 

“You can't go where I'm going,” he drawled.

Mia snorted. “Maybe next time.”

Next time. Did she want to see him again? There was no denying the magnetism. She sort of liked talking with David. He cleared her head, though perhaps it was the blood loss. 

David grinned. He did not want to humor her, but even he was sure there would be a next time. Standing, he disappeared into the crowd just as Big Ed's fetid smell flooded his nostrils. 

At a distance from the attention-seeking onlookers, he grabbed onto the steel post of a street lamp and leaped onto the boardwalk railing that overlooked the ocean. David fished out the switch knife and pressed the slide trigger to release the stained blade. Her blood was dry, but regardless, he ran his tongue over the cold steel to taste it. 

An intense euphoric sensation overcame him and his eyes fluttered closed. What made her blood so unique? He almost wanted to starve himself until he was able to take his fill; a glutton for punishment. 

When at last he looked, searching with predatory eyes, David was pleased to see the aura of his meal ticket within the crowd. He was content with being a poor lost stray, just for a chance to gorge himself. What he didn't know though, was the next time he tasted her blood, it would be because she offered herself to him.

[thefinalthresh0ld]

hellsing fic wip

working on an andercard thing split into four ficlets, each (some more loosely) themed around the four "mortises" (pallor, algor, rigor, livor) aka the stages of death. I plan to publish it as a oneshot when they're all done but here's "algor mortis" if you're interested, because that's the one I wrote first

2. ALGOR MORTIS: post-mortem cooling of the body.

Alucard had very mixed feelings about the cold. At times, it made him ache. Even from within the bowels of Hellsing Manor, he could feel the cruel blanket of winter as a newfound stiffness in his body, and it was like death descending upon him once again. The damp stone walls of his basement were no longer a cool, refreshing relief, but an inhospitable barrier. His blood bags were always cold. There was no appeal to cold blood. Once, in desperation, he had drank from a body he found left in the woods—the staleness reminded him of day-old coffee. Even the light was cold, refracting tenfold on the white snow, yet only managing to assault his eyes and make him itch all over, never enough to warm him. 

But when he fought, when he hunted and killed and there was fresh blood and adrenaline to thaw his icy veins, it was worth it. Like the first rain after a long drought, England’s harsh winters only served to thrill his senses with violent contrast. 

Winter was the best time to fight Anderson. 

Before he saw the priest, he knew he was there. His human blood practically screamed out to Alucard—the vampire had been blessed with an almost infrared-like sense for flesh upon his turning, and Anderson ran hot. When Alucard had him up close, and he could feel the heat emanating from Anderson’s skin, from his blood, in waves from his wounds as he regenerated, the explosive division of his every cell fueling the fire they both fanned… there was no better cure for a cold winter’s night. A house fire couldn’t hold a candle to Anderson.

Alucard peered out into the town, hiding from the sun under the eaves of an abandoned cottage. From across the town’s open plaza came the crunch of Anderson’s heavy footfalls upon the snow, still falling around them. Illustrating the path behind him were two twin bayonets, drawing parallel lines that disappeared into the forest. His gaze was hidden by his glasses, which reflected bright white circles like miniature suns. 

“Hello, Father,” he grinned.

“Vampire.” 

“On a vacation to the countryside? I’d have thought Italy much nicer, this time of year.”

Anderson huffed, and perhaps Alucard only imagined the smell of his blood on the white clouds of breath that disappeared in the air. The snowflakes that fell on Anderson succumbed immediately to his body heat, curling quickly in on themselves and expiring into nothing. 

“To serve God is my only purpose, vampire.” The threat was sufficiently implied. I am the keeper of God’s kingdom, it said, and I will not allow your plague upon it. 

The first bayonet came to his shoulder, and Alucard allowed it. Piercing brittle, dead bone, the silver blade seared into the disorganized flesh of his physical form and elicited a cauterizing hiss. He delighted in the burning sensation that clouded his mind.

“I’d been missing you, Judas Priest.”

“Amen,” he said, and Alucard knew he felt the same.

Anderson drew the second bayonet up over his head and drove it directly through Alucard’s throat, who in the same instant shot Anderson through the middle and pulled him by the lapel into a headbutt that resulted in a sickening crack that even Anderson’s engineered human instincts couldn’t ignore the visceral discomfort of. As the priest regained his footing, Alucard gripped both bayonets by the blade and pulled them free, feeling the familiar friction, the painful pull of flesh shifting against itself, simultaneously reforming to fill in the gaps. He moved to toss the blades aside, but Anderson interrupted, grabbing both handles and pulling, slicing through Alucard’s palms and taking his left index and middle finger off at the second knuckle. 

Anderson lunged at him and Alucard deftly slipped away. Anderson narrowly avoided a collision with the cottage’s brick wall, catching himself with a gloved hand, smearing a bloody handprint that pooled in the lines of mortar.

They continued their dance across the plaza: step, step, shoot, step, step, stab. The tango left a blossoming trail, like a scatter of rose petals on the white sheets of a lover’s bed, latent with alluring promise—follow me to pleasure, follow me to pain, someone waits for you here, they want to take you. Alucard noticed along their path that, while his blood sat prettily on the surface of the snow, a falling drop of Anderson’s blood would create a wispy line of steam and bore a hole through the few inches of snow straight down to frozen earth—like his blood was drained of plasma, leaving only molten iron. Perfect.

Another bayonet came at Alucard’s heart; Casull’s titanium barrel redirected the silver blade in a shower of sparks. It lodged instead in the unguarded expanse of his stomach, where Anderson did not slice but tore a line down to his hip, pulling not parallel to the blade but perpendicular along one face in perhaps the most compelling testament to Anderson’s strength thus far. They both wore unsettling, punch-drunk grins. The flesh hanging from the vampire’s torso was in tatters, his monstrous imitation of human intestine spilling from the wound, tinged with the black fog that made up his more incomprehensible forms. 

He didn’t have to do this. The gory details—the bones, the sinew, the viscera—Alucard was fully capable of maintaining his physical form as a mere shell, leaving the insides a heterogenous mass of blood and tissue. He didn’t have to leave the spatters of blood on the ground or on Anderson’s coat, he could pull such small amounts of himself back inside almost as soon as they were lost. This gratuitous display of vulnerability, albeit ostentatious, was a show reserved only for the priest. Alucard willingly laid himself nearly bare for the only person (barring his master) who deserved to see it.

Their faces were hardly an inch apart. Anderson’s glasses were shattered in one lens; Alucard had abandoned his sunglasses entirely. He could feel the priest’s breath condensate on his cheeks in a warm sheen. A flush of exertion colored Anderson’s tanned skin with a sweet pink hue, exacerbated by the cold and the red reflection of Alucard’s vivid coat, and his short, bristly hair stuck out in odd spikes, wet with sweat and melted snow. A warmth gripped his shoulder with a bruising grip as Anderson braced himself against Alucard before wrenching the bayonet from his body with a sharp twist, the movement of the silver sending an exhilarated shiver up his spine. Anderson made a grumbling noise deep in his chest as he stumbled back, and Alucard could see the vibration in the priest’s clerical collar as he loomed a few inches over Hellsing’s nosferatu. His breath was ragged, and visible in the tatters of his shirt were an array of slashes and gaping gunshot wounds, filling themselves from the inside out with unfurling webs of muscle fibers.

So Alucard added another. In a swift movement he brought Jackal from beneath his coat and shot point-blank, blasting the right side of his face clean off. Anderson fell to the ground. His large body sunk into the snow and his blood melted into uneven, ruddy depressions, forming a perverse snow-angel. Alucard began pulling his blood back into his body from where it was strewn across the village’s entire length. 

In a few minutes he had returned to his original state, and he walked back to where Anderson remained in the snow. He stood over him, shadow shielding the priest from the sun. A drop of melted snow fell from Alucard’s hair and landed on Anderson’s face (now only missing an ear, but still smeared with soot), where it ran down his nose to his cheek before quickly drying. He grabbed Alucard’s ankle with a white-knuckle grip, but made no other move to continue the fight.

“Are we done for the day, Father Anderson? I fear Seras may be in need of me.” 

He scoffed. “A fine young girl you’ve ruined.” She’s better off this way would be the natural, combative reply, but they both knew she wasn’t.

“Well, she’s my responsibility either way. Go home to your children, Anderson.”

Anderson released Alucard’s ankle, and the warmth was swiftly replaced with a swirling draft around the cuff of his pant leg. He pushed himself to his feet, soaked cossack clinging to his frame. Alucard turned his back on Anderson first in an infuriating act of pride and courtesy. 

“Next time, vampire.”

“Don’t keep me–”

“I won’t.”

[blade-is-my-hubby]

Just one fic that popped out of my mind. Idk if people still search for Blade. But I’ll post these fics. For sure.

Heat

Blade x Reader

Warnings: sex pollen, smut, p in v sex, doggy style, fingering

Summary: takes place during Blade II in the club scene, but instead of killing off Priest, one of the reapers give off a pollen, which cause the reader to have an extreme lust. Which only Blade can help.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

As the night flew by, Blade and the group of vampires went to investigate the night club, where they think Jared is.

“Be safe now (y/n).” Tapped your shoulder Blade and looked into your eyes, waiting for an answer. You just nodded and proceeded to enter the club. You first met him when you were chased down by Frost’s henchmen. You were bleeding out, fangs pierced into your neck, it drank from you, like a starving little shit he was. That’s when Blade stepped in front of you and killed it with one swift motion. You were scared, didn’t even know what happened, but something flashed in his eyes, and was unable to kill you. So he grabbed you in his arms, put you into the car and drove off to the headquarters. Of course Whistler was angry with him.

“Are you really out of your mind Blade? What makes you think that this woman’ll be alive tomorrow? Even if we give her the antidote…”

“Hm.. I know.”

“You know, you know.. it’s not enough.”

“Let her rest old man.” This was the conversation about you. And Whistler were surprised that you actually survived the night, after that you became a hunter too. Blade taught you everything you needed to know. And of course he stole your heart too. But you knew that he’d never see you the same way, so you just kinda left it be. The trainings were hard, but you all ways managed to beat your own boundaries. After he defeated Frost, you went with Blade, to search for Whistler. You were a little jelly about how that woman give her blood to Blade, but it was nothing more between them.

But back to the club. The group went their own ways, so you just went to straight to the bar and sat on one chair. You spotted Blade, and he was majestic. The club’s lights gave him more confidence, even if he was a daywalker, he liked the darkness of the night. Suddenly Priest grabbed onto your shoulder and it scared the shit outta you.

“Fuck.. don’t do that!”

“Sorry sweetheart, you were sitting here alone.”

“I’m not alone.”

“Yeah, Blade always watching ya. You know? Like he’s a predator who wants to catch its prey.” He winked and you just blushed.

“Bullshit.”

“Don’t tell me that…. You have a cruuuuuush~.”

“I don’t have alright? Just buy me a drink Priest or go away.” He smiled and waved at the bartender.

‘No alcohol while we’re hunting (Y/n).’ You heard Blade’s voice from the earpiece.

“Fine, whatever dad.”

“Uuuhh… grumpy old daywalker tells you what to do? Are you this good (y/n)? Likes to be one?”

“Priest please… I..” suddenly Blade showed you behind his back and calmly, almost ice coldly scolded Priest.

“Stop bothering her, she’s mine, understood?” It made you blush, him? Saying that you’re his?

“Woah… woah, sorry bud, I’ll get to my position.”

“Good. If I see you around her again, I’ll kill you.”

“Understood.” You gave Priest and apologetic look and he just nodded and left, he went back to Chupa. Blade turned around and folded his arms in front of his chest and looked down at you.

“You should be more careful. The motherfuckers when they have the opportunity will kill me and you too. And what you’re doing? Flirt with the enemy.”

“Blade… I’m not „flirting“ I’m doing my job. The other hand he came to me. And what is this all „she’s mine“ bullshit? Like you actually care.”

‘Blade, Nyssa went to investigate. She said the she saw Jared.’

‘Okay, I’ll find her.’

“Of course. Go. Do your job or whatever..”

“I know you don’t like this.”

“Don’t like…… you know what I’ll go and look around, you go and find your princess.” You did not wait what he would say and left him. He was stunned.

“Are you really this jealous? Hmm..” he said mainly to himself and chuckled. You were pressing through the bodies of the vampires and that’s when you spotted one reaper and pointed your gun at him but when you blinked once it disappeared.

‘Be careful guys. I saw one reaper near the bar. Over.’

‘Thanks baby girl.’ It was Chupa

‘Focus on the task Vampire.’ You heard Blade’s voice from the earpiece.

‘Fine. We all know she’s your little blood bag.’

‘*growl*’ what the hell, you never heard Blade growl before. If the scene was not this, you’d come to his voice.

‘Blade please, don’t make things worse.’

‘Fine, I’m off of the earpiece. Over.’

That son of a bitch just turned off the connection. You were never hunting without him. Anxiety went through your veins as you spotted the reaper again. Suddenly you felt a a push and you went through the bar, arrived with a thud. You heard someone yelling, cursing but your ears ringed. You felt blood fell down from your head to the floor and you saw the reaper again, but this time it was in front of you and grabbed you by the collar and lifted you up. It has one purpose, to kill you.

“You ugly motherfucker.” You said and wanted to grab your pistol, but the reaper threw you again and when you collided with the floor it was on you. It pinned down your arms and sat on your thighs, so there was no escape. You closed your eyes, but heard a gunshot right after and you felt in your nostril that you smelled something, and it made you cough.

“Get off of her you fucker.” Priest aimed the gun at him and shot him on his back and just went away leaving you there. Priest rushed to your side and helped you to stand up.

“You alright?”

“Yes. Thanks.” Your legs became wobbly and fell to your knees. Your head was spinning.

‘Blade, come now. A reaper attacked (Y/n). She’s unwell. Over.’

“He does….not care anyway. Auch…” you then felt a pair of arms lifting you up bridal style and you automatically wrapped your hand around his neck, cause you knew that it was Him.

“You’re in trouble.”

“I know, just ahh… please, it hurts.”

“What happened?” Asked Nyssa and glanced over to you.

“A reaper attacked her, and when I shot it, it left some kind of mist before it disappeared.”

“Pollen.”

“What kind?” Blade asked

“Sex.” Nyssa simply said and your eyes widened, and looked up at Blade. He was already looking at you, your whole body heated up at his presence, he smelled amazing, it filled your nostrils very fast. The only thing you could think about is him, his cock slamming into you. You bit your bottom lip and felt that feeling again.

“It has to wear off in a couple of hours.”

“What’ll happen to her?” Blade asked again and never looked at Nyssa, but only you.

“She’ll have the symptoms of an animal in heat. As I heard. I’ve never met a reaper that give off this pollen. I guess you’ll have to restrain her for her own good.”

“Uhhh… sounds exciting.

“Another word and I’ll gut you motherfucka.”

“Alright sorry. Chill.” Reinhardt simply said and did not paid attention anymore. He did not want to mess with Blade.

“We need to get her back to the headquarters. We’ll provide her a room there, so she can rest and go through the process.” Nyssa assured Blade and he did not tell a word just followed the crew.

“Don’t worry (Y/n). Everything’ll be fine.” He whispered into your ear and a moan left your mouth which made you embarrassed. Blade did not move a muscle on his face, but he cannot deny his growing desire for you. The ride become more and more unbearable, your body now heated up, pussy leaking with your juices, your pussy were pulsating, waiting for someone’s cock to fill it up. But you knew that nobody’ll take you. So many scenarios went through your mind about what he’d do to you. You were in his arms bridal style. He refused to let go of you. Cause he knew how vampires were.

“I…It hurts.” You repeated over and over again, and Blade tried to calm you down, which was helping but your desire and the warm feeling in your hole was unbearable.

“Bite into my shoulder.”

“What?”

“Bite into my shoulder. I hope it helps to cope with the pain.” He did not look at you but you just did what he said but you couldn’t access to it cause of him vest and you bit into his neck instead. Oh and it stirred something in him. A little growl left his mouth and you were pretty sure that you drew blood. You tasted it, it was sweet.

“(Y/n).”

“M’sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’re here now. I’ll carry you.” Blade hold onto you and carried you into the building Nyssa was taking to his father and shortly after that she said to you two to follow her. Soon she stepped in front of a door and opened it. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room. Like it was for a rather dirty purpose.

“There it is. She’ll need her rest, cause it’ll take all of her strength. I’ll leave you two alone.” Nyssa was out of the room and it was only the two of you. He placed you down onto the bed and you hissed by the coldness of the covers.

“You’ll get through this (y/n). And I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He just got onto the bed and sat on your body. He grabbed onto your hand and moved it up. Your breathing was raggedy, you almost choked on your own saliva. He looked so hot. Just when your lips would met, you heard a clicking noise and your hands were cuffed to the end of the bed. You tried to free yourself but he held them down again, with more force than before.

“Listen to me (y/n). I don’t care how long it takes so listen. You will get through this. You are strong, even if you have to prove yourself day by day.”

“Blade…. Please..”

“I’ll leave now. It would be dangerous for me to be here.” He said nothing after, just went off the bed and stepped to the door.

“Why?”

“I may not be able to stop myself.” Blade left you all alone, the problem is you’re still in ‘heat’ as Nyssa preferred to name it. Why did he mean by that? Stop himself? You cannot help but think about him again. His mouth, his body, his cock. You seen it before, well only the outline of it, when he injected the serum into his veins. Maybe it was because of the restraints. And his fangs…. Oh how many nights you imagined that he bites you while he fucks you like an animal. Some time later you managed to free your right hand from the cuff and immediately took off your jeans, along with your panties which were soaked with your juices. Your fingers immediately found you clit and started to massage it with you finger. A loud moan erupted from your throat as you started to pleasure yourself.

The group were not that far from you, so Priest was the first to speak.

“Looks like someone’s having fun.” The others laughed with him, but Blade just growled at them.

“C’mon Blade we just messing with you.” Reinhardt just shrugged his shoulders.

“If you’re so full with yourself, why don’t you ”help her out“?”

“Since when it’s your fucking business?” Blade was now over with their bullshit. He’s even mad that they hear you moan, that they hear how you pleasure yourself. And that’s when he heard something, something you moaned so loud.

“See I knew she’s simping over the daywalker.” Priest was smiling.

“Shut the hell up you dickhead or I swear that you’ll be dead in a second.” Blade grabbed Priest by his collar and pressed him up a wall.

“Okay-okay. I’ll stop.”

“You better.” Blade let that vampire down and walked off. Your moaning was louder as he slowly approached the door to your room and stopped there. Listening to you moans and whines as you pleasured yourself.

“Ahh… shit. Hmm…..yesss.” You bit your bottom lip and you were sure that it draw blood from it, which Blade easily sniffed from the air. And that’s when he forget that he did not get his serum with him. He wanted nothing more but to fuck you while he’s sucking your sweet blood.

“Ahh.. B.. Blade.” His eyes became more dark with lust, his cock was almost fully heard from your moans so he knew that it’s his opportunity to make you feel good. He grabbed the handle of the door and silently opened it and stepped into without looking up and after he closed it and turned to look at you, his mouth watered at the sight of you. Legs spread, fingers in your pussy which was leaking your juices.

“Well….Well..Well.” You shoot your head up at his voice and looked at him. He still had his sunglasses on, but you knew that he looked into your eyes.

“B..Blade? I…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself (Y/n).”

“Don’t I?”

“No.” That’s when he put his sword to the ground and got his coat off and tossed it onto the floor. Then his best followed and he was in his red long sleeved undershirt, his muscles outlined perfectly. He put his hands on his hips and just stared at you, your body. You blushed and looked away quickly.

“Look at me (Y/n).”

“N..No.”

“Look at me if I speak to you (Y/n).” You immediately looked T him and he just smiled which was weird cause you never saw him smile before.

“Good. Good girl.” He slowly stepped closer to your body and he was on your right. And you knew that your head looked like a beetroot.

“Blade.. I..” he shushed you and placed his finger onto your lips.

“As I said before, I may not able to stop myself.”

“I don’t want you to……”

“You don’t know what you’re saying. Your head is filled with lust, that pollen, it made you lose your mind. But don’t worry. I’m here. We’ll get through this together. Even if I have to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” You whined at his words cause that’s what you want. Him to fuck you. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled off of his skin and tossed it to the clothes. You licked your lips as your eyes roamed at his naked torso. And as you headed south with your eyes your mouth dropped open. His cock was painfully hard in his pants.

“You like what you see, huhh?”

“Yes Blade.” He grabbed onto your hair and pulled your head near his crotch and pressed it to your cheek, his cock twitched at the contact. A low groan left him mouth and moved his hips back and forth to create friction. His grip on your hair tightened.

“Will you be good and do what I tell you?” He asked in a husky voice and your vision was clouded by lust itself.

“Yes.” He smiled smugly and let go of your hair to pop his jeans open and pulled his pants and boxers down leaving him naked, cock standing proudly. Your mouth watered at his sight.

“Then be a good girl and suck.” Blade slowly moved his cock to your mouth and when you opened it, he grabbed your hair again and with one swift motion entered your mouth and it went straight down on your throat. Your gag reflex was nowhere to be seen. Animalistic groans left his mouth, along with lustful moans as he slowly moved his his hips to fuck your mouth.

“Look how good you look. Cock stuffed into your mouth. Tell me how long…. How long do you want this.” Blade moved his hips back and his cock was out of your mouth so you could take a breath.

“Since I saw you. But I…”

“You thought that i don’t feel the same way about you huhh? Wrong.” He entered your mouth again and started his rapid and deep moves in your mouth again.

“I heard you.” You just hummed and it sent shivers down his spine as it vibrates on his cock. “Almost all night you pleasured yourself.” A moan left your mouth as you felt fingers on your pussy, his fingers worked on your folds and slowly proceeded to your clit, circling it slowly. You grabbed onto his hand with your free one and squeezed it.

“Your moans. Your screams as you came, calling my name. I knew I have to have you. And now look at us. Finally together in the heat of passion.” Blade circled your opening and entered your hole with one finger at first but then he added another one and started to pump it in and out.

“How many night I have imagined this. You. Under my mercy.” He stepped back and you could take a breath again, but his fingers never stopped.

“Blade…”

“I cannot wait to taste you.” And you fell apart instantly, you moaned his name out so loud that even the vampires was jealous of you, not to mention Nyssa.

“Hmm…”

“Blade please I need you.”

“In time. As I said I have to taste you first. I won’t promise that I won’t bite you.” He smiled smugly and pressed his lips to yours in a quick kiss and went to the foot of the bed and stood there for a minute, eyeing your body up and down.

“Please… don’t stare.” You hide your face with your free hand.

“Am I not allowed to see what’s mine?”

“Yours?”

“Yes.” You blushed and dared to look at him. He was panting, chest rising and falling when he inhales, he’s sweating now. His eyes were blown with lust, and his cock was hot and ready for you.

“Fuck..” you panted and another heatwave went through your body. Your legs were spread wide and Blade was between your legs, kissing your inner thighs, sucking on them. His fangs were as sharp as a knife. You wanted to touch him, but refused. “Fuck.. Fuck Blade please.”

“Your begging is music to my ears.” Blade slowly approached your opening with each kiss and when he reached it with his mouth, licked it from the bottom to your clit and put it into his mouth and sucked on it. You wanted to press your legs together, but his hands forbade you to do it. His mouth was hot, tongue licking your clit and opening lapping at your juices. His right hand stroked your thigh, up to your stomach to your breast and squeezed it. You tossed your head back and almost screamed at his actions.

“Blade!” Your hand found his and squeezed it a little. “Blade, I’m close.” His tongue entered you and his whole mouth was on your pussy now. It wiggled inside of you. Your whole body was moving in ecstasy, and you moved your hips agains his mouth in pleasure.

“Come for me!” And you did, screamed his name as you came. He did a final lick at your entrance and crawled up to you and pressed his lips to yours. Your free hand shoot up and hugged him by his neck, your hand grabbed onto his neck. You felt him moving his cock up and down on your pussy, making it coated with your juices.

“I..I need you, please.” He said noting but sat on his heels and grabbed you to turn you around to be positioned in doggy style, face pressed into the mattress. He settled between your legs and lined up to your entrance. Blade grabbed onto your hair and entered you in one swift motion, and it made you scream out in pleasure. Blade moaned your name.

“Such a perfect pussy. Only mine, c’mon say it.” His grip tightened on your hair and moved his cock back and forth roughly.

“It’s yours. Ahh…. God!” He grabbed onto your butt cheeks and squeezed them, spanked your right cheek hard. You felt your juices ran down your thigh as Blade slammed into your cunt fast. You grabbed onto the satin sheet under you and squeezed it in your palm.

“Blade.. please. I’m so close.”

“Already? But the fun did not even began.” His pace became more and more quick, skin slapped against skin and it made it more erotic in there.

“I…I’m coming. Blade!” In the heat of the passion he suddenly bit into your shoulder and it was enough to send you over the edge, cum on his cold, milking it. He still thrust you more and more and you felt him cum into you. A loud lust filled moan left his mouth as he did so. He licked his lips clean from your blood and turned you around, his cock never left your cunt.

“What a lovely sight.” He kissed you again and again until you were out of breath.

“Blade.”

“Huhh?”

“I… shit. I.”

“I love you too (y/n).” He kissed you again and that’s when you squeezed his cock with your pussy and he became hard again.

“It still hurts.”

“We still have time. I’ll help you no matter what.”

[indigayghost]

Post s3 wip that's been sitting in my drafts for years that I love but I never finished it so maybe if I post it the gods will help me

It's been seven months and twenty seven days. Seven months and twenty seven days since Guillermo saw his Nan- his master for the last time.

It's been seven months and twenty seven days and Guillermo counted every one of them, he waited for every one of them, already too tired to pretend he minded that he was being pathetic. He called every hotel they’ve booked, he called every airport, every harbor, every train station in every country they were supposed to visit, he even made Nadja call him through the ether several times. All for nothing.

Seven months and twenty seven days passed. Guillermo's hair had grown and almost reached his shoulders - for Nadja's delight that she could tend to someone's hair that wasn't her Dollie - he had become boulder, more confident, definitely more popular and more apt to resolve every conflict with murder.

He and Nadja watched movies together, they drank together, they went on killing sprees together. She had helped him build a new wardrobe full of leather garments and "sexy stuff". He was painting his nails and sometimes even let Nadja put makeup on him. His body count has reached several thousands. He let his beard grow a little. He learned how to knit.

He was doing fine, really. He didn't even think of Nandor so much besides his nightly routine of cursing him to death and pretending he wasn't worried about him.

Nearly eight months ago Guillermo had promised to travel the world with his master. And for the first time in nearly eight months he was seeing him again.

Nandor looked almost the same as he had left him. Same clothes, same hair, same unfairly beautiful face, same backpack, same cute confused expression, although he looked a lot less well kept. Guillermo grimaced a little and shut down his urge to fix Nandor's hair right away.

"Guillermo." Nandor said breathlessly, and Guillermo would be lying if he said that hearing his voice saying his name like that again didn’t twist something on his guts. He stood with his hand on the front door knob, speechless. He had waited for this moment for a very long time and he had no fucking clue on what to do. Nandor studied him from head to toe, and Guillermo noticed, a little proud of himself, how Nandor couldn't seem to find the right words to say.

"I'm sorry, but can we come in?" An unknown voice asked from behind the vampire frame. Guillermo hadn't even seen the man before he brought his presence up. The stranger looked no older than 24, short blond hair sticking to his forehead. He was tall, but not as tall as Nandor, and he looked weak. 

Guillermo fucking hated him. 

"Who are you?" He asked, not even trying to seem polite.

"My name is Steve. I'm Nandor's familiar." The man smiled, like it was a good thing to say. Guillermo laughed.

"No, the fuck, you aren’t." Who the fuck this fucking Steve thought he was?

"Yes, the fuck, he is!" Nandor scowled. "And what the fuck are you doing here, Guillermo?"

Guillermo looked at his former master again, just barely enough to see his eyes flash golden. As much as he wanted to ignore it, he spent too many years by Nandor's side to not know when he was hiding his pain behind his anger.

He could say the truth, honestly. He could get on his knees and explain everything and beg for forgiveness, he could be honest with himself and say that he was so relieved to see him he couldn't even breathe. He could. But if his eight months in London taught him something is that he is as petty as the vampires can be and that he has 12 years of not being petty to compensate for. 

"Shouldn't I ask this question, Nandor? It's you that showed up at my door without even a warning." He squared his shoulders and stared at Nandor. His hair wasn't as shiny as normal and his clothes were dirty and worn out. Guillermo thighed his hold on the doorknob, afraid that if he let go he would pick the vampire up to pamper him.

"Excuse me, but can we come in?" Steve interrupts again, passing his sticky hand through his sticky hair and smiling, although looking a lot more confused. "It's a little chilly out here."

Guillermo did not say that he hoped he would freeze to death out loud, he thinks, and if he said it at least Nandor didn't seem to mind.

"Guillermo why the fuck are you taking so long to answer the fucking door? Did someone eat- oh" Nadja stopped behind Guillermo. "Hello Nandor.” She grimaced. Guillermo could see the exact moment she decided she wouldn’t hug Nandor and would play their game of aloofness instead. He couldn’t say anything because he was doing the same. You do really start to act like the people you live with long enough.

“Nadja what the fuck is happening here?! Why is Guillermo here and why is he being so… So disrespectful?” Nandor stomped on the floor, already too tired and angry of all of this. He didn’t come here for this, he came here for other reasons! 

It was Nadja’s turn to get angry and she hissed while she put her hands on her waist. “Well you would know that if you had answered my ether calls! Did you forget how to do it?”

"Of course not! I was occupied with other fun and important things!” Nandor crossed his arms, puffing his chest like some kind of bird trying to impress a mate. He was failing.

"We thought you were fucking dead!" Nadja waved her arms and Guillermo had to duck away to not be hit, it had happened more times than he was happy to admit.

"I am dead, Nadja, I am a vampire."

"No, shit, are you sure?" She said sarcastically, taking a breath to continue the argument until Steve - Guillermo was trying super hard to ignore him and his desire to kill him, but the man was making his job very difficult - took a step forward, putting his hand on the door. 

"So… Can we come in?" 

"Well at least you were polite enough to bring dinner." Nadja brushed her hair behind her shoulders and prepared to bite but Nandor put a hand between her and her target. 

"Steve is not dinner, Nadja. He is my familiar." 

She stopped and looked at the man head to toe, then slowly turned to Nandor with a disgusted expression. "Him? Really?" 

"Oh, so Steve you do protect against hungry vampires, then?" Guillermo couldn't stop the petty commentary from emerging. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Steve didn’t even look that tasty.

"Oh, come on, Guillermo, that again?" Nandor had the balls to roll his eyes as if he was on the right. "Nobody was going to eat you."

"He literally was! Literally!"

"Well he clearly didn't because you're alive now and was alive when you abandoned me!" Nandor crossed his arms, if he was human his face would be all red, by anger or sadness or both.

"I didn't abandon anyone!" Guillermo decided to take a deep breath, it wasn't fair what he was doing to Nandor, he reasoned. He was in a bad state of mind when they got separated and he knows how Nandor gets hurt easily. Maybe if he stayed calm he could make everything right again and get rid of fucking Steve who was still there with his ugly face and ugly clothes. "If you let me expla-"

"I don't want to know anything from you, traitor." Nandor scowled while looking at Guillermo from above. Guillermo suddenly found his face incredibly punchable. 

"Well fuck you then!" He yelled and shut the door closed. It stayed like that for about three seconds before he opened it again. "Just come inside already."

[chaoticcosmos666]

Skyrim headcannon pt.2- Antagonists

Aye we got the antagonists now!!! I have three rn. I say antagonist cus they're not villains per say? Idk. Redemption arc and shit except for one. So let's get into it huh?

Azrael- Harkon's Protégé

Not to be confused with Azireth, the dunmer... He is a Daywalker vampire lord (race is redguard) even more powerful than Harkon himself. He's 6ft exactly and he's muscular due to the vampiric ways. He charmed the ladies of Dibella in Markarth, and met his now wife, anwen there.

Azrael was different from birth... He had known something made him special. More powerful than many. He actively searched for power. Drawn to Skyrim, He kept under the radar but something still called to him. He wasn't like the Nords anyway. Walking the coast that lined the Sea Of Ghosts... He felt it draw closer and more powerful. Then spotted the castle on the horizon. Was this his next source of power? Taking the boat he made his way... There he was met by the gate keeper who asked his purpose. There he said he sought the power calling to him. He was directed to Harkon, where the gift was given to him. A vampire lord was born. He kept his head low.... He had already sensed jealousy in orthjolf and vingalmo. years went on... Civil war erupted and new whispers of vampire hunters came up. Azrael continued his work. One day someone had brought back Harkons daughter, serana... Unknown to him it was Tiberius. He watched from the balcony. Something was off... But he couldn't put his finger on it. He just continued to work towards what he was to do. Finding the blood chalice and ways to make it more powerful. However on one fateful day he came back to the slaughter of his people. Stunned, he looked for Harkon. Both orthjolf and vingalmo clung to life, begging for azreals help.. but no. Azreal stabbed vingalmo and crushed in orthjolfs head as punishment to them. After he found Harkon in the chapel... Dying. Azreal promised to carry on his legacy. And in his last breath, Harkon gave azreal his heart for the Blood challace to make it powerful and to drink. There he mixed it and drank from it... Becoming a more powerful vampire than what he was... A new vampiric threat... Making new breeds of vampires that Skyrim has never seen.

Cadhlah- Vigilant gone Mad

Name is pronounced Kai-lah. Name derives from Ireland and means beautiful/graceful. She is a Breton. Height is 5'5, and is much shorter than the other entries.

Ah Skyrim... The place of the Daedra worshippers... Or of course that's what Cadhlah saw. A student at the winterhold college (during Savos Arens time) turned Vigilant of Stendarr... She spent years cultivating her craft and her strong held belief. What many do not know is her dark secret... The fact she was a necromancer previously, before turning to a vigilant. She kept it hidden... Until the post she knew was wiped by vampires. She hated them with a burning passion. She watched families be torn apart by them. She didn't stand back idlely. Before the raid though, she was appointed as an enforcer, armed heavily with Stendarrs might. After the attack tho, she had a short stint with the dawnguard... But she felt that they didn't do enough. Especially since they didn't have the source of where it was. She left, still searching. She saw herself as pure even with her necromantic ways. After the second wave of vampire breaks... She had it. Armed as the Paladin of light (or what she referred to herself as), she and her two enforcers traveled to cyrodiil and confronted Tiberius on his handling. Accusing him of letting it happen for too long and accusing him of outrageous things. She wouldn't have it... She went back and went on a rampage, killing those who she saw as "unholy". But that would be her eventual downfall....

Eivor Wolftooth- the wolf of the storm

Yea this is literally a name homage to AC-Valhallas Eivor wolfkissed. She's 5'9 and is one of the only female captains in the stormcloak rebellion. She serves beside Ulfric. This one is a bit short so I apologize

The rebellion was her calling. She was one of the ones captured during the ambush that saw her in helgen. That day she thought she would have died, but by Talos hand, she lived to fight on. Before she joined, she was a companion and a part of the inner circle... A werewolf. She could smell blood and track things for miles. As the war went on, she became battle hardened and ruthless to the Imperial Bastards. Her unit was known as "the Wolf Unit". She had gained the favor of Ulfric like Fenrir did... But unlike him, she stayed by Ulfrics side after the war. After catching word of a "new rebellion" she was ready to wipe it out by any means necessary.

Anyway that's that. Feel free to ask about any of them. I'll do my best to answer about them. Pretty much no limits to what u can ask 👀

[annonmaly]

Noé and the Forgotten Memories

(Spoilers for anime watchers)

"You don’t...Remember any of it? What happened to us that day? or why...I killed Luna the Vampire of the Blue Moon.” - Vanitas to Misha.

Misha (gosh, I really hate clingy kids like this) was present the day when Vanitas killed Luna. The problem is that he only remembered what he felt like, nothing more, not the event that happened that led to Luna’s death. It is maybe because (1) the experience was too traumatizing. It was a near-death experience, Vanitas even thought that Misha was dead. Or (2) there may be someone who hypnotized him or erased his memories for unknown reasons. Now, the kid wants to know the truth so, his solution is to use Noé's power. Things happened that led to Noé and Misha meeting. And to cut the story short, Noé was forced(?) to drink the kid’s blood. (I will not retell the story, manga readers do your best to remember it)

Moving on...

We only saw Noé used his power thrice before: (1) his childhood when he drank Domi and Louis' blood (2) when Jean Jaques force him to drink his blood (3) the first time he used it in the series, he drinks Amelia's blood. 

Let us ignore the first two and revisit the third one.

Vanitas asked Amelia if she remembered what she saw before she was cursed. Sadly, the woman can't remember anything as her mind is a mess (oh please, no one would want to remember that horror happening to them)

Then Count Parks revealed that Noé is an Archiveste, a vampire that has the power to see Amelia's memory by drinking her blood. They asked him if he could check on Amelia’s memory and he did.

Ok, here is the interesting thing:  

"Deeper...unearth the memory even she's forgotten...Found it. This should be...!" -Noé

In this case, Noé saw the memory that even Amelia forget. So yeah, I will have a question as to why this didn't happen in Misha's case? There should be a possibility. Right? But nope, it did not happen, the poor cinnamon roll plead on his knees in desperation.

Perhaps his mental state affects his power. In Amelia’s case Noé was calm and he is the one in control, he knows the specific memory he wanted to see. Unlike when he drank Misha’s blood, he’s hopeless and agitated, he was just going with whatever Misha wants. 

Or, Misha when everything happened was actually unconscious, he just woke up then saw Luna’s death. There should still be a memory of the reason he was unconscious, right? 

Right now, we have a vague premise of an Archivete's power. All we know is that they could "read other's memory by drinking their blood." It seems like this is enough explanation, but somehow, for me, it is inadequate information.

Note: This is just a random theory, thoughts, assumptions and/or headcanons. I wrote this for fun and to indulge my over-thinking self so thank you for understanding if I made any mistakes or post whatever it is you don’t agree on. 

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Files

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers  @serenityhayato​ ( WRITTEN FOR @negans-lucille-tblr​‘s SPN FIC EXCHANGE )

Warnings: Death of a friend, Canonical Gore (werewolf attack), Cursing, Smut (rough Sam, light choking, hand job, oral if you squint- male receiving, unprotected sex), Probably sex at inappropriate times if I’m being honest

Word Count: 7500 (I am so sorry I didn’t realize until I went to post this that it had a 3k word limit… this was definitely my bad but I’ve spent a week writing this and really didn’t want to scrap the whole thing to fit the word limit. I didn’t realize how carried away I got in the set up)

A/N: I have never written anything for Sam before, much less smut, but I wanted to give it a shot. I’m sorry if it’s totally OOC. I was trying to go off the knowledge that he’s canonically pretty rough in bed. I also couldn’t imagine him being super talkative and vocal. I don’t know, I’m just kinda stressed about this one. Also, this was probably definitely an inappropriate time for them to get down and dirty but my brain was glitching on any other idea so I hope you don’t hate it! Happy holidays!

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Sam Winchester.

The name alone made your blood boil.

You’d met the man for the first time, just before your hunting career began and quite frankly, you weren’t sure if you could ever truly forgive him for what he’d done.

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It was the first semester of your senior year of college, a proud graduate-to-be of your dream university. Life had been great since you got to college. Old toxic relationships with people back home had practically disappeared, you’d formed a group of the best people you’d ever met, and your academics had been going strong.

Life was going great until people started disappearing only to turn up days later, slaughtered and nearly drained of blood. Anxiety was running high all across the board. The university even turned all night classes to online courses to prevent the likelihood of someone being abducted at night. Your best friend had started acting weird. She constantly shook as if she’d drank a pot of coffee for breakfast and was always looking over her shoulder. “It’s okay, Beth,” You tried to reassure her, “I know everyone is on edge but we’re doing everything we can to stay safe. Just make sure to bring your wooden stake in case the vampire attacks.” You chuckled weakly, knowing your nerve-fueled joke was definitely inappropriate considering that four people had actually died from whoever was out there but humor was a good coping mechanism.

Beth didn’t appreciate the joke at all and had run out of your apartment, disappearing. When she hadn’t returned by seven that night, you got worried enough to go look for her. Grabbing every self defense weapon you had, which was pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a key chain that looked cute but was actually a form of brass knuckles with sharp extrusions on it, you left your apartment to look for Beth, surprisingly well strapped.  

You started with her favorite spots: a hipster coffee shop on Main Street, Taco Bell, that one bench in the botanical gardens that overlooked the pond, and the fourth floor of the library. She was nowhere to be seen. You were on the verge of calling the police or those FBI agents that had been questioning people on campus, asking some weird questions from what people had told you. You’d never spoken with them but they did say to come to them with information if anyone had any. You didn’t but they’d be a good start to finding Beth. Where to find them though? Figuring it would be best to just start with campus police, you walked across campus, looking over your shoulder every few seconds. The hair on your neck stood on end and it was impossible to feel safe. Campus police was located on the opposite end of campus and the busses stopped running early on weekdays so walking was your only choice.

“No, please!” You heard a man whimper from somewhere in the trees to your side. You stopped in your tracks and your heart dropped to your stomach. Should you help? Should you run? Should you stay here and call 911?

But then you heard Beth’s voice, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I can’t control it anymore!” And then screams. There were deafening screams of pain and you decided to say screw it. You ran down to try and protect your friend, even though you knew it was probably the last thing you’d ever do. This was stupid. What could you even do? Who knew what was down there attacking them?

When you saw them though, you stopped, skidding to a halt on the leaf covered hill. Beth was knelt over a man’s body, his backpack thrown to the side and ripped open. Though you were quiet, she must have heard you because her attention was whipped to you in an instant. Her face and shirt were covered in blood. It was obvious she’d been eating him or something along those lines.

You felt like a deer in headlights, utterly frozen in terror, denial, and confusion. “I can’t control myself anymore…” she admitted, a regretful sob hiccuping from her lips.

“Why?” You breathed out the question, silent tears falling. Whether they were for fear for your life or just the knowledge that someone you cared about could do something so horrible, you didn’t know.

Before she could answer, there was a loud bang and she fell dead. You flinched and covered your head, crouching instinctively from the gunshot. Your best friend slumped over dead and, despite the fact that you’d just watched her brutally murder some poor stranger, you couldn’t help but call out in shock and horror, “Beth!"

Two men came running down the hill, one of them to Beth’s body and the other to you. "She’s dead. Werewolf, just like we thought.” The man with short hair announced in a deep gruff voice.

“Are you alright?” The one who had come up to asked. He looked a little younger than the other, with longer hair too.

You were shaking, “What the hell just happened?"

"I know this is hard to understand but your friend over there… wasn’t human.” When he said it, you almost scoffed. Of course she was human. What the hell else would she be? Monsters weren’t real.

“You’re kidding me…” You said almost angrily. Then something hit you, “Wait, you’re those FBI detectives.”

The one with short hair walked up to you and the man talking to you. The taller one spoke again, “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We aren’t really FBI. We hunt monsters. Monsters like your friend over there."

"She wasn’t a monster.” You said, a single tear finally falling down your cheek. Glancing over, you saw her lying dead on the ground, “Not the Beth I knew."

"Well then you didn’t know the real Beth because one look at that thing will tell you she ain’t human.” Dean told you bluntly.

Sam noticed the confusion, fear, and anger in your eyes. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen this. It was never easy to tell people they were close to the truth and he preferred to just stay out of it completely but that wasn’t an option this time. “Look, I know this is difficult to understand. But Beth was a werewolf. And yes, they are real. Most monsters are. We’ve been tracking her for weeks."

"W-was she always like this?” Your mind whirled as you struggled to comprehend, truly comprehend, what was happening.

Sam shook his head, “She was turned by a werewolf back in her hometown a few weeks ago. We tracked her from a pack we hunted down over there.” You remembered when she came back, she had a big bandage on her arm. When you asked about it, she brushed it off, saying she ate it racing her brother on longboards. It was probably the bite.

“The fact that she made it as long as she did without killing is honestly impressive. I’ve seen some turn and right away they’re slaughtering people.” Dean chimed in. You hoped their words would console you but they only served to make you angrier.

“So you’re telling me that she was attacked by a werewolf and then turned into one? She was probably terrified! She kept saying how sorry she was! You could have helped her! But you just killed her!” You screamed at them angrily.

“Your friend murdered a bunch of people. Once they turn, there’s no saving them. They’re killers.” Dean said with such conviction that it almost scared you.

Sam put a hand out to Dean, signaling for him to shut up, “There’s only one known way to stop the transformation but it has a really low success rate, is extremely painful, and needs to be administered almost right after the bite. I’m sorry.” He reached a hand out to comfort you but you dodged it, shrugging off his gesture and beginning to walk away.

“I need to go."

"Wait!” Sam called out behind you and you stopped.

“What?!” You snapped, spinning around to stare at him. It was rare that anyone dwarfed Sam Winchester but since you’d been walking up the small hill, you towered over him. The way you glared down at him made him jump.

His words faltered before he finally spoke, “You can’t tell anyone about this. If people knew monsters existed-"

"I’ll decide how I deal with the fact that my apparently werewolf best friend was just murdered by some dudes who think they’re Ghostbusters."

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Sam saddled up to the bar next to you and promptly ordered two beers. You kept your eyes straight ahead, not sure of what you’d say to him if you made eye contact. You could feel him side eyeing you curiously. Finally, he looked over, "I’m sorry if this is strange but you look so familiar. Have we met?"

You swiveled in the chair to face him, "It’s been a while but yeah. We’ve met. Remember that werewolf at (your college)  about a year ago."

Realization dawned on his face, "Oh… I knew you looked familiar.” He didn’t sound excited like people usually did when they saw old friends because he knew you weren’t old friends. In fact, he assumed you felt quite the opposite and he understood why. “I never did catch your name."

"Y/N.” You informed shortly, taking a sip of your preferred poison.

Sam rocked back on his heels, “Well, uh, what are you doing out here?” It was Middletown, Arkansas, not exactly a happening place, so seeing you of all people here seemed almost too good to be a coincidence.

“I get the feeling the same reason you are.” You answered, eyebrows rising to infer a hunt.

It didn’t take long for Sam to figure what you meant, “Wait, you’re hunting now? Why?"

"After you guys left, I was devastated. You’d murdered my best friend,” you watched him sink into himself a little when you said that but continued seamlessly, “I was left alone with the sudden knowledge that monsters existed. I decided one day that I wanted to protect people like Beth. You know, the ones that innocently stumble into dangerous situations and have their lives ruined by a bite or scratch."

The tall Winchester brother was about to say something but Dean called from a few tables over, "Sammy!” He called out, pointing to a booth on the side wall. The bar was fairly busy for it being such a small town, with people playing pool or eating fries with their gin and tonics. Music played in the background and, though it wasn’t a song you knew off the top of your head, it sounded like every other dive bar in towns like this.

Sam held up a finger to his brother, begging pardon for just a second, before looking back over to you, “Look, I’m really sorry about everything. I really am. I know it doesn’t help but I’ve lost friends who were turned as well so I know how you feel.”

“Yeah, well, shit happens, right?” Your voice sounded anything but forgiving but it also wasn’t hostile either. It was more matter-of-fact. As much as you had hated Sam Winchester for what he had taken from you, if there was one thing you had learned over these last few months it was that shit really does happen. As hard as you tried, you really couldn’t save them all.

Sam glanced back over his shoulder to see Dean wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at him, clearly thinking you were someone Sam was trying to pick up for the night. Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to you, “If we’re both here for the vamp nest, then do you maybe want to come work with us?"

You thought for a moment. In all honesty, you had been under the impression that it was just one vampire wreaking havoc on the small town. Call it a novice mistake, because in all actuality, you really were still a relatively new hunter. One vampire you could take, a whole nest would be trickier. "Fine. But just so we don’t die."

You hopped off the barstool, glass of liquid fire in your hand, as you followed Sam back to the booth Dean was sitting at. At first, the older brother looked confused as to why his brother would bring his company for the night to meet him but didn’t say anything about it when you sat down beside Sam across the table from Dean.

"This is Y/N. She’s gonna help us work the case.” Sam announced, not leaving much room for objection.

Dean’s eyes studied you, “You look familiar. You’re a hunter?” He asked, trying to piece together why he recognized you.

You shrugged, “Am now but you know me from ‘bout a year ago when you guys killed my best friend. She was bit by a werewolf. Remember, that college girl?"

Realization dawned on his face, "Oh… yeah. Sorry about that but she was, y'know, a werewolf. So-” he shrugged insensitively, earning him a hard kick in the shin from Sam under the table. Dean looked back with that expression of 'what?’ That little kids had when they got in trouble.

“Well, anyways, she’s hunting now and is in town for the nest. I figured working together would be our best option.” Sam tried to be a peaceful moderator but it was hard when he knew how much you loathed him. It was frustrating, really, that you wouldn’t just see that Beth had become a monster. He understood that losing friends was hard but she had been killing innocent people.

“What’s the plan, then? We want to pick them off one by one so there’s less to fight at once or-” you began before Dean interrupted.

He shook his head, chewing some fries he’d shoved in his mouth while he spoke, “Nuh-uh. Gank the whole nest at once. Get 'em all in one place and torch it."

"Okay, well where’s the nest then?” You questioned.

Sam shrugged, “We don’t know yet. That’s what we gotta figure out."

"I have a file of police reports and eye witnesses on my laptop back at my hotel. I was just gonna grab a map of the town while I was out tonight to try and see if I could draw a location from the attacks.” You hadn’t planned on actually bringing work to do at the bar. You’d mostly come to see if you could overhear any drunken tales of vampires around town but it had been pretty dead as far as crazy stories so far.

Something behind you caught Dean’s attention and he leaned in close to you and Sam, “Hey, I’ll be back. Don’t wait up.” He said with a smirk and a wink.

As his brother stood, Sam threw his hand up in exasperation, “Where are you going?"

"Hopefully for a homerun.” Dean winked with a cocky smirk before walking away. You turned around to follow Dean with your gaze and immediately saw his target sitting at the bar, a beautiful African American woman with bouncing curls and a sultry smile on her berry stained lips. Honestly, you couldn’t’ say you blamed the older Winchester one bit.

Sam let out a huff of disappointment and rolled his eyes at his brother’s priorities. “Guess it’s just you and me then…” He groaned, not at the prospect of having to spend time with you but just at his brother’s laziness. Dean always managed to find an excuse out of the research part.

“Great.” You responded, unamused. Of the two brothers, Sam was the one you had an issue with- the trigger man on the night that changed your life. “Well, we should get a start on all this so we can get out of here sooner. If you didn’t get any food, you wanna head back to my room?”

The second the words left your mouth, you realized how it sounded and you became a bumbling mess, “Wait- I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant-”

Sam bit back a chuckle and raised his hand up off the table, motioning for you to stop, “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He laughed, long hair shining in the dim light as he moved to turn away from you with closed eyes while he chuckled. It really was a shame that he had done what he’d done to you. An opportunity with such a handsome man just had to be killed by his lack of compassion all those months ago.

You slid out of the booth, “Alright, well, I guess I’ll drive. Looks like Dean will be needing your car.” You smirked knowingly as you glanced over at Dean who had the woman he’d had eyes on in stitches over something he’d said.

Sam followed your lead, “Sounds good. I don’t think I want to be in the car after whatever they do anyways.”

Your black 2007 Honda Pilot was clean enough to not be totally embarrassed about but then you saw Sam’s little snort, “A Honda Pilot?”

“We can’t all have cool muscle cars or old trucks, jackass. I can go all terrain with decent gas mileage. Besides, I’d rather sleep in the back of this than your gas guzzler. She’s surprisingly spacious.” You defended your vehicle rather seriously, running your hand across the dash soothingly. The funny thing was that you’d really never been all too attached to the car until Sam insinuated insulting remarks about it.

“She?” He quipped with a raised brow, climbing into the passenger seat.

You slammed the door shut and started the engine, “Yes, she. Dahlia.”

Sam put his hands up, resigning his teasing assault on your car. The drive to the motel was short. You never really liked travelling too far from where you were staying when you didn’t have to. Hunting on your own, especially as a newbie, made you anxious. When you pulled into the parking lot, Sam looked out the window, “You’re staying here too?”

You looked over at him, “You guys are staying here?”

He nodded and patted his pockets, looking for the room key but quickly finding the gesture useless, “Room 24. You?”

“34. You must be right under me.” You said, again visibly cringing at your poor word choice, “You know what I mean.”

Sam tried his hardest not to smile, “Wasn’t gonna say anything.” He assured. You pulled into a space right in front of room 24 and parked. Sam followed you up to your room, which was relatively untouched still. You’d only arrived that morning so, aside from your bag of belongings that was thrown onto the single queen bed, the motel room was still as you had found it.

Sam closed the door behind the two of you and you grabbed your laptop from the bag. So many rooms you’d stayed in had little tables or desks but you quickly noticed that this one was lacking. As Sam awkwardly shuffled up to the bed where you sat casually, you noticed that there wasn’t really enough room for the two of you to work on the ground either.

With a huff, you scooted over, “You can sit on the bed. Just no shoes on the covers.” You had toed your own shoes off on the floor before tucking your legs underneath you. Sam sat beside you, careful to keep a respectful distance between your bodies, while you opened the lid of your laptop and began typing away.

“Alright, this is what I have so far.” You began.

Time became lost on you and Sam as midnight rolled around and you were still discussing the facts of the case. “I’m still confused as to why the hell you think Lenora’s body turning up on Seventh St and Jason’s body turning up on Hargrove Ave means the nest is on Willow Dr.” You were getting annoyed at Sam. In all honesty, you were annoyed at yourself for not seeing what he saw because as much as you hated to admit it, he was probably right. He and his brother hadn’t earned their reputations for being wrong. But, geez, why did it have to be Sam Winchester?

“Because it’s not so much Jason’s body. The old lady, Meredith, made a phone call to her nephew, saying she was at Willow Dr, just before she attacked.” Sam pointed at the map of the town with one finger while leaning his weight back on the bed. His other hand reached back to prop himself up but you quickly flinched away when you felt his rough fingers blindly land on your own.

Sam’s eyes shot wide when you felt your sudden movement, “‘M sorry.” He said, moving his hand closer to his body.

The contact made your heart race in a way that made you simultaneously crave his touch again and be angry at yourself for feeling that way.  You cursed yourself, scooting an inch or so away from Sam’s body. Clearly, your body was just blindly reacting after being touch starved for so long. You hadn’t so much as kissed anyone since before you became a hunter. It had to just be a primal reaction, nothing more.

“I’ll just take your word for it.” You grumbled, returning to the original matter at hand. You hated feeling like you were just letting him think he was right about everything but you were getting tired. “So what’s the plan? Gank ‘em all tomorrow night?”

Sam shrugged, “We’d have to talk to Dean. Most of them will probably be hiding in the nest in the morning to avoid the sun so at least they’d be in one place. But night gives us more time to plan. Who knows when he’ll be back.”

“Why don’t we just lure them all out into the sun and watch them burn?” You suggested, thinking it was a brilliant idea. You actually had yet to deal with vamps. This would be your first case hunting them and you were actually a little excited to learn something new.

The Winchester shook his head, “The sun doesn’t kill them. Think less Interview With a Vampire and more… bad sunburn.” He explained, “Have you never hunted one before?”

Again, you got defensive, “I’m still new at this. I mostly stick to werewolves and ghosts.” Admitting to yourself you needed to learn more was one thing. Admitting it to Sam was another.

He looked over at the gun on your nightstand, “Is that what you were gonna use?” He questioned, brows furrowed.

“No, I’m not dumb. I have some wooden stakes in the car.”

It took everything in Sam’s power to not laugh at you. At you felt like the wrong way to put it. He wasn’t laughing at you. He just found your determination to be a good hunter cute in an endearing way, even if you got your information from cheesy TV shows.

“What?” You asked, almost angrily, seeing the look of amusement on his face.

Sam shook his head, “Decapitation is the main way to kill vampires. Unless you have special bullets or weapons, cutting off the heads is the easiest way to go.”

Your jaw clenched and you turned away from him, upset that he of all people had to explain something that was apparently Hunter 101. You didn’t mind learning. Not knowing things typically was just an opportunity to pick something new up but this incident just felt like nails on a chalkboard.

“You know what? It looks like you and Dean have things handled here. I’m gonna go. Divide and conquer. I’ll just go find somewhere with monsters that I know about so you don’t have to babysit me.” You stood up aggressively, voice surprisingly calm and just almost convincing enough to make him think you weren’t being petty, which of course you were. You didn’t mean to be acting childish. It was just that running into Sam and Dean had been enough to handle. Having what was still left for you to learn shoved in your face was just the cherry on top.

Sam stood up after you, exasperated, “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re still new to this and everyone has to start somewhere. Hell, Dean and I are still learning new stuff all the time.”

“It’s not that. This was just a bad idea. I thought I could handle working with you but I can’t.” You shook your head, turning around just to reach around Sam’s body and grab the jacket that you’d discarded before shrugging it back over your shoulders. You started shoving the few things you’d unpacked- a gun, your laptop, and some files- back into your blue duffel bag.

Sam had always considered himself fairly level-headed and capable of dealing with difficult people but something in him snapped when he saw you packing up to leave over something so stupid, “Fine, go ahead and leave. We’ll deal with the nest without you. But you know what? Nobody asked you to get involved in hunting. You can’t just go run off every time someone dies.”

You scoffed, “I got into hunting to prevent people from dying. I got into hunting to try and save them from being killed by people like you!”

“You’re acting like we just kill everyone we come across. We kill monsters, Y/N. We save people by killing them. We prevent more people from getting turned into monsters by killing them. And you know what? Beth became a monster.” Sam’s voice raised to almost a yell as he gestured widely and aggressively.

“Beth was scared and you murdered her!” You shouted angrily, tears welling in your eyes.

“Beth was killing people!” Sam yelled at you before taking a moment to breathe, continuing more calmly, “Can’t you see that? Most of these monsters we hunt were just poor bastards in the wrong place at the wrong time. There’s not a lot we can do for people like that. But we can keep them from hurting others. If we had known there was a werewolf back in Beth’s hometown, we could have killed them before they could turn her and she would still be here. Would you be angry if we’d have killed the werewolf that turned her? Would you still be calling me a murderer?”

You chewed your tongue in your mouth hard, trying to use the physical pain to distract you from the urge to cry out of frustration. Why did he have to make sense? Why did he have to confirm every rational thought you’d ever had concerning the situation? You wanted to hate Sam Winchester for what he’d done but you knew deep down that it was never that simple. You knew he had a point but you didn’t want to admit it.

Sam saw the way your jaw clenched angrily, the way your throat moved as you swallowed hard, and the way your eyes glistened with unshed tears. He took a step closer to you and reached a gentle hand out towards your arm, “I am sorry that you lost your best friend.”

For some reason, the gentle sincerity of his voice is what broke you. Tears fell down your face in hot streams as you cried. They weren’t tears for Beth’s death. Those had long been drained from you, many nights spent mourning what you’d lost. These tears were for the final snap of your animosity for the Winchester. You had spent so long hating him. You wanted to hate him, needed to hate him, but how the hell were you supposed to do that when he looked you in the eye and truly meant it when he said he was sorry.

There was a twinge of pain in his own green eyes that made you realize that he truly had experienced the same sort of heartache that you did and that he was sincerely apologetic for being the cause of it. But it was also clear that, while he was sorry for hurting you, he was not sorry for what he had done. Part of the cause for your tears was that you were angry with yourself for not being able to hate him, despite knowing that he didn’t regret killing Beth. You were crying because he was right. She had become a monster and, in his shoes, you probably would have done the same thing. You would have shot your best friend.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice shaky as you did.

Sam used his light grip on your arm to pull you in slowly for a hug, his large arms enveloping you in a surprisingly comforting embrace. You buried your face into his flannel, tears staining the fabric. One of his large hands gently cradled the base of your head while his other rubbed up and down your shaking back.

He didn’t know what to say anymore. Your response had honestly surprised him. The girl that he was used to receiving nothing but animosity from was now shaking in his arms and apologizing. “It’s okay,” was all Sam could think to mutter out.

He held you like that for a while, though you weren’t sure exactly how long it was. It could have been thirty seconds or thirty minutes and you would be none the wiser but all you knew was that you didn’t want Sam to let you go and, for once, you didn’t hate yourself for it. The tears had dried, leaving only slightly stiff feeling skin in their place. Your breath had long since stopped leaving your lungs in wracked hiccups. Your arms had moved from resting on his broad chest to being loosely wrapped around his waist at some point.

You pulled back first, lifting your head from his chest but keeping your hands on his body still. Sam lifted his cheek off your head, where it had been residing in a surprisingly soft show of affection, and he gazed down at you. You were amazed by how completely you had let your rage blind you. Before tonight, Sam was nothing more than scum to you but now, looking into his eyes after forgiving him, you realized that he was easily one of the most beautiful men you’d ever laid your eyes on.

Even with the tears now gone, Sam still saw the dim light of the cheap motel lamp sparkled against the color of your irises and damn if it wasn’t beautiful. He slid his hand up from your shoulder to gently brush away a few thin strands of hair that had stuck to your cheek while it was pressed against his chest- a feeling he found himself missing. His breath caught in his throat when you reached up to cover his hand with your smaller one, pressing it gently to stay on your cheek.

Your eyes slid closed and you gently nuzzled against his hand before opening your eyes again, reaching around his neck, and oh so slowly pulling him down while you perched on your tiptoes. There was more than enough time for Sam to pull away but he didn’t. In fact, much to your surprise, he closed the gap between you faster. His lips pressed to yours, rougher than you anticipated, but enjoyably nonetheless.

The breath was knocked out of your lungs and you struggled to breathe against his lips but refused to pull away. You bit his lip gently while you kissed, slipping your tongue against his when he gave in to what you were craving.

Sam reached down under your ass and lifted you without you even needing to jump. A squeal of surprise was swallowed by his lips as he walked you both to the bed. Once his legs bumped the old mattress, he sat down, lowering you to land on his lap. Your knees fell to either side of his hips where you gave an experimental rotation of your hips against his clothed erection. He let out a strangle exhalation at the friction, his fingers digging into your ass and pulling you harder onto him. The fabric of his rough jeans rubbed delicious against your clothed core, a wetness beginning to form in your panties.

Slowly, you pressed your weight forward and Sam allowed you to push him onto his back. You laid on top of him, lips moving from his lips down his neck but he didn’t let you get far. Sam placed a supportive hand on the small of your back and managed to flip you both over so he was on top and before you knew it, he was devouring you. Lips kissed hot trails across your face and down your neck, across the tops of your breasts that were ever so slightly revealed by your v-neck t-shirt.

Your fingers tangled in his long hair and he let out a breathy groan when you tugged on the brunette locks, pulling him closer to you. Sam crawled down your body, his hands sliding up underneath your shirt to run across your burning skin beneath. He felt like heaven and hell all in one, burning with fiery lust and yet so sweet and comforting despite the fervor with which he moved.

You pushed yourself up, pushing Sam to sit back on his knees while you did, all without breaking the kiss, to shrug off your jacket. Your shirt was next, falling onto the floor with your jacket before Sam pushed you backwards again, your back hitting the mattress. His large hand started low your belly, running straight up between the valley of your breasts and then raking downwards, pulling the cups of your bra down and grazing your nipples deliciously with his calloused fingers.

It had been so long since you’d been touched like this that even the small act had your back arching into his body. “Sam…” You breathed out, eyes sliding closed at the sensation. Every flick against your sensitive buds sent a shock straight to your core that had you hooking your leg around his hip, pulling him closer into you. Your hands ran up and down his large biceps before moving to pull the sleeves of his flannel down his arms. He only pulled away from you long enough to throw the restricting clothing on the ground, his shirt joining short after.

Your mouth started physically salivating at the sight of the man before you, sculpted by the gods. Defined pectorals and rippling abs covered his torso, adorned with a symbol that looked like a pentagram inside of a sun- a symbol you were unfamiliar with. Sam didn’t give you much time to marvel though because he was back to kissing a line down your body, the light stubble of his beard tickling the sensitive skin of your neck and chest. He stopped to revel in your breasts, wiggling his hands under your body to expertly unclasp your bra and shimmy it off you. The second they were revealed to him, his tongue was dragging across the supple sick and his teeth were lightly nibbling at the sensitive buds.

“Oh my gosh-” You let out in a breathy giggle. Sam switched breasts, giving the other equal attention. Your fingernails raked lightly over his shoulders and across his chest and you felt Sam shiver at the touch. His lips trailed lower and lower until they found the waistline of your jeans. With a quick flick of his fingers, the button was popped and the denim material was dragged down your legs, taking your socks with them as they were pulled over your ankles. He kissed his way back up your legs, from ankle until he slowly inched closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

His scruff scraped along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and you bit your lip at the sensation, unsure if you were trying to hold back a giggle from the ticklish feeling or a moan from the shocks it sent to your core. Sam chuckled to himself when he saw the wet patch of cloth over your clothed heat. He’d barely touched you and you were already dripping for him.

He had a wicked idea though. He got closer and closer to your sex, the smell intoxicating, and gripped your thighs tightly, possibly leaving bruises. Just when his lips were about to land on your core, he moved to the left, kissing your hip bones instead and back up your belly.

Annoyed by the teasing, you sat up, pulling Sam up gently by the hair to be face to face with you. Your ass was a few inches from the edge of the bed, toes just touching the ground, when you pushed Sam back just enough to be able to reach his pants. You hooked your fingers into the belt loops on either side of his pelvis and pulled him close to you. His forehead pressed flush against yours, “Are you gonna keep being a tease or are you gonna fuck me already, Winchester?”

Sam didn’t need to be told twice. He made quick work of his remaining clothing and hovered over you like a predator about to move in for the kill. “You want me to just fuck you already?” He mimicked, voice low and testing. His green eyes bore into your own orbs with a challenge that you refused to back down from.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” You challenged, standing up and sliding your underwear down your legs, all while keeping unyielding eye contact with Sam. Once they left your form with a small flick of your toes, a dark smirk krept up on his face.

“Turn around.” He demanded and, while you were inwardly more than happy to comply, you didn’t want him to think he had you quite that easy.

You rolled your eyes as you did, an sinful smirk playing on your lips, “Yes, sir.” You chimed sarcastically.

Before you knew it, you were bent over at the waist, face and chest pressed into the mattress by Sam’s nearly crushing body. His hand snaked around your front, picking up some of your slickness on his fingers before circling your clit while he growled in your ear, “Don’t know what the attitude’s about. You’re the one who asked to get fucked.”

Your knees quivered at his filthy words while his fingers worked your clit slowly and painfully. His rock hard erection rubbed along your ass, teasing your entrance every now and again as he rocked his hips against your body. He stood up and removed his hand from your clit. Your hips moved back, trying desperately to chase his fleeting touch. Sam groaned when your body slid over his cock, skin burning against his own. After a few experimental tugs at his own member, he positioned himself at your entrance, giving you a few moments to back out if that was what you’d wanted. Backing out was so far from what you wanted though. You wanted - nay, needed - him inside of you and you needed him now. You were convinced you’d combust if he made you wait any longer.

His hands landed on your hips to help guide a slow thrust forward. His length gradually entered you, the searing stretch to accommodate him making your muscles contract around him. Sam hisses out a sound of pleasure, “You’re so tight.”

His first few thrusts were slow, each time managing to grind impossibly deeper into you. “Fuck, Sam.” Your fingers wound tightly in the sheets with each thrust of his hips and your eyes screwed shut as your breaths came out almost as hisses through grit teeth.

Sam used his leverage on your hips to move your body in time with his thrusts. Each motion sent your body into the mattress, the bed shaking as he pounded into you. You let out little squeaks of pleasure every now and again but Sam wanted to hear more out of the girl who’d had nothing to say to him but spiteful things for so long.

A large hand came to clasp around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but enough to guide you up. You pressed your body up to your feet sloppily on your hands but standing proved to be a difficult task with Sam still moving relentlessly into you. Your thighs were shaking, barely able to support your weight, as this new angle allowed for Sam to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His hand stayed around your throat, tightening along the sides of your neck when he lost himself in the way you felt around him- warm and soft. You were grateful that he was letting your head lull back against his shoulder otherwise you weren’t sure if you’d be able to stay upright.

Sam’s free hand first sloppily groped around the front of your chest until it found one of your breasts, kneading it roughly. The rough skin of his fingers grazed your nipples yet again, only adding to the pleasure you felt below. The knot was tightening and it was tightening fast.

“Please-” You managed to gasp out, not because of the choking (his grip wasn’t that tight) but because the electricity in the room seemed to have stolen your voice. Sam’s hand moved from your nipples down to your clit where he rubbed fast tight circles. “Oh my gosh, yes!” You whined, reaching up overhead to tangle your fingers in his hair. You forced his mouth down to meet yours and the pressure in your core snapped. Your moans and cries of pleasure were swallowed by Sam’s lips and he could have swallowed a thousand more.

He worked you through your orgasm until your body went limp in his arms. Slowly, he came to a stop before pulling out and quickly working himself in his hands. After catching your breath though, you turned back to Sam, placed your hands on his shoulders, and used them to spin the two of you around and push him back onto the bed. His long legs hung over the edge and you settled yourself between his knees, gently grasping his member, still slick with your wetness, and worked him with your hand.

Sam lied back on the white duvet, head thrown back in bliss at your touch. Your hand felt so much better than his own as it worked up and down his shaft before coming up to circle around the tip. He was rock hard and ready to burst at any given moment. When you leaned forward to like a long stripe along the underside of his cock, he was done for. A few more pumps and Sam fell apart in your hand, painting your hand and his stomach with his seed. “Shit!” The muscles of his abs contracted mesmerizingly as the waves of his high rolled over him.

Your hand slowed as his climax came to an end, his member softening in your hand. You wiped the mess he’d made on your hand on your breasts and stomach, knowing it would be easier to keep those parts of you off the covers than your hand. With a heavy sigh of crashing relief, your body fell onto the mattress beside Sam and you both stared at the ceiling in a fucked out post-coital haze.

“So, does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?” Sam asked after a few moments, surprising you with the genuine tone behind the semi-joking question.

You stared up at the chipping popcorn ceiling, “I didn’t for like two seconds but now I do again just because those were the first words out of your mouth.” Your voice was steady, unwavering, and Sam cringed inwardly, avoiding eye contact entirely. That is, until you sighed and continued, “But, I guess, if you wanted to take me out for a drink sometime there’s a slim chance I wouldn’t object.” This time, there was a teasing smile on your face when you turned your head to look at Sam.

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Before (Heal Me, Kill Me Prequel)

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x OC named Maggie (thanks @kimtaehyunq)

Genre— SMUT, Angst, Vampire!Tae au, Victorian era au

Warnings— Explicit unprotected sex (but like pretty vanilla and loving), some violence and death

Word Count— 4.8k

Summary— Taehyung was a vampire with nothing but time and boredom on his hands. He’s going on his monthly feeding adventures when he comes across a rather peculiar prey. 

A/N— This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away and made a full prequel oops. The Heal Me, Kill Me series will be posting starting in October! The pairing will be Kim Taehyung x reader so it’ll be the usual y/n stuff. Thanks for reading, feedback is always welcome~

It was a dark and stormy night. Ok, well it wasn’t stormy, but at least it was nighttime. The year was 1863. Taehyung made his way down to the sketchy part of town, eager for a meal. Opium was all the rage nowadays, but Taehyung despised it. It tainted people, making them even more unbearable than he thought was possible. He drew the line past alcoholics, though he still wasn’t fond of them. However, people were even easier to persuade with absinthe coursing through their veins. 

“Hey handsome, looking for some fun?” a woman approached him from the shadows, her knockers practically spilling out of her corset. She reeked of all sorts of carcinogenic substances. 

“Away with ye, painted Jezebel,” Taehyung shooed her away, and she instantly stood up straight and walked in the opposite direction with a clouded look in her eyes. 

It was hard to come by a decent meal these days. Unfortunately, sticking to the slums was his best option. No one cared if a poor commoner went missing. At least he only had to partake in such grizzly actions about once a month. Any longer than that and he’d be in big trouble (or more accurately, random people who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time would be in big trouble).

Something caught Taehyung’s attention. He lifted his chin and took a deep inhale of a sweet aroma that wafted through the air. It was the scent of something he’d never dream of finding in the slums; an untainted individual. Untainted in the sense of a perfectly pure body, not once given into sinful indulgences. 

Taehyung quickly followed the smell, growing more excited with each step. Through the narrowly winding alleyways and past some rather alarming scenes, Taehyung did not stop. He could barely keep himself from salivating once he arrived at the source. 

There she was. A beacon of light in the dreary depths of a neglected corner of the world. Taehyung curiously observed her as she fluttered from body to body, carefully checking pulses and offering aid. He couldn’t help but scoff at her earnesty. There was no use in saving these people. They were beyond salvation. Yet, he silently watched her work as she hauled around her makeshift med kit. That was a mistake. The more he watched her, the more personal interest he took. 

After devising a plan, Taehyung was ready to make his move. He started at the opposite end of the street, intending to meet up with her somewhere in the middle. He crouched beside each body with an extended hand; random passerbys would see a well dressed man committing charity work out of the goodness of his heart. That was his intention, though he was merely hypnotizing each person into a deep slumber if they weren’t already passed out. 

“Are you looking for someone, sir?” the young woman piped up behind him.

“Not in particular,” Taehyung coolly answered as he stood up to face her.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but may I ask what someone like you is doing in a place like this if you’re not looking for someone in particular?” she crossed her arms with distrust.

“Is it a crime to want to help out the less fortunate? What we’re doing doesn’t seem to be much different. May I ask what a young girl like you is doing out here all alone in the middle of the night? It can be very dangerous,” his deep voice resonated in the air. 

“Oh. You’re helping them too? I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean any harm. People like you just don’t really come down here unless it’s for certain unspeakable acts,” she bowed her head apologetically. 

“Unspeakable? You help the people who partake in such acts,” Taehyung observed keenly, “Why bring them aid?”

“If I don’t, no one else will,” the girl answered solemnly. 

“That simple hm? You seek nothing in return? Or is your vice that of self appointed importance?” Taehyung slowly approached the girl. 

“I help them because they need it. Because they’d die without someone like me,” the girl held her ground.

“How admirable. I’m impressed, young miss. Please don’t think I was insulting you, I’m genuinely fascinated by you. Would you care to accompany me for dinner?” he extended his arm to her ever so slightly. 

“It’s a bit late for dinner isn’t it?” she responded timidly. 

“I suppose calling it a midnight snack would be more fitting. Your answer?” Taehyung asked calmly, concealing his impatience. 

“Forgive my apprehension. I’m sure you’re a fine gentleman, it’s just that this isn’t a place one would normally find fine gentlemen. I’ll gladly join you for breakfast in the morning,” she countered.

Taehyung’s eye twitched with frustration, but luckily it was too dark for the girl to see it. He needed to feed. That night. 

“I’m not keen on breakfast meals. How about tomorrow evening, during normal dinner time hours? Unless you can’t skip a day of helping the helpless,” he suggested. 

“That would be fine,” the girl finally agreed, “Oh, and I never caught your name, sir.”

“Taehyung. Pleasure to meet you,” he bowed elegantly.

“I’m Maggie, the pleasure is all mine,” she curtsied awkwardly.

After hashing out the details. Taehyung reluctantly left her alone. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her jugular, but something held him back. His curiosity got the better of him, but after living for all these years it was hard for him to find something interesting. He figured it couldn’t hurt. 

Taehyung cursed himself as he tore into an unsuspecting victim who had passed out drunk on the street. He retched at the foul taste, but this is what he has had to resort to. He couldn’t afford to be run out of another country yet again. His more refined taste would have to be put on hold for the time being (oh how he missed the good old days when people feared him enough to bring pristine victims monthly).

Rain lightly tapped against the window that Taehyung gazed out of as he scanned the crowd for Maggie. There were so many things he wanted to ask her, though a single drop of her blood would tell him everything he needed to know. Of course, that wasn’t as entertaining as an old fashioned conversation.  

Maggie finally arrived, and the restaurant host escorted her to the table. Taehyung could tell that she made an effort to look presentable. He reasoned that she was wearing her finest dress, though it had a plain and rather boring look to it. Plus, she wasn’t even wearing a fancy hat, much less a bonnet. 

“Good evening, Mr. Taehyung,” she curtsied before she sat down.

“Good evening, Miss Maggie. Have you been well?” Taehyung asked politely. 

“As well as I can be, I suppose. Yourself?” Maggie extended the same courtesy. 

“I’m splendid, now that you’re here. Tell me about yourself,” he dove right in. 

“I’m just an average girl. Nothing really special about me,” she shrugged while tugging at a strand of hair, “I never thought I’d be able to eat in a place like this in a million years. You must be embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“I disagree. I think you’re the most interesting thing here, apart from me of course,” Taehyung let out a low chuckle, “I gather you come from a poor family? What do they think about your late night escapades?” 

“They’re...gone. Sickness took them. Cholera,” Maggie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “I don’t wanna see anyone else die so I…”

“Ah. That’s your noble cause huh? Admirable,” Taehyung took a long sip from his wine glass.

“And what of you, Mr. Taehyung? You seem rather peculiar yourself. What’s your reason for visiting that ward so late at night?” Maggie deflected the subject away from her.

“You could say I’m a humanitarian of sorts. I visit at least once a month, it’s a necessity for me,” he smiled slyly, “What else do you want to know? I haven’t had a decent conversation in ages.”

“You struck me as rather peculiar. A handsome gentleman like yourself lurking around giving aid to the weak. And then you only gave me one name when we introduced ourselves. I assumed it was your first name, so I gave you my first name in return. Forgive me if I was mistaken,” Maggie took a sip of water. 

“One name is all you need to know, dear. I’m happy we’re on a first name basis. However, I can address you otherwise if you deem it improper,” Taehyung offered.

The rest of the evening went on pleasantly. The meal was delicious, probably the best meal Maggie had ever had. She noticed that Taehyung’s meat was barely cooked, it was practically still raw. She decided not to mention it when she saw him happily gobble it down. Maggie also noticed that his red wine was thicker than what she was accustomed to seeing, but she figured it was a fancy alcohol that rich people drank. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by asking. 

Taehyung’s leg bounced quickly under the table. Maggie’s aroma grew more intense the longer he was with her. Her scent was intoxicating, and it took everything in his power not to take her then and there. He was in a conundrum. He took a liking to this spunky girl. He was torn. He didn’t know when to devour her, if to devour her at all. 

By the end of the night, he had decided. He’d keep her around for as long as he wanted, it wouldn’t be a big deal. He could easily end her life whenever he pleased anyway. The only thing he’d have to worry about was his self control. 

Taehyung and Maggie began to meet regularly. Taehyung would share the finer things in life with her. He’d take her to botanical gardens and fancy museums. In return, Maggie taught him everything she knew about medicine. She detested the use of cocaine as a common remedy, and preferred to make her own medicine. Taehyung accompanied her on her nightly rounds, he enjoyed every second he spent with her. 

It took about a year for Taehyung to officially court Maggie. She accepted, of course, and was now visiting Taehyung’s home for the first time. Home was an understatement. His mansion resided on a massive estate. 

A grand feast awaited Maggie. Her favorite dishes and desserts lined the dinner table, with Taehyung sitting at the opposite end. As Maggie dug into the food, she struggled to hold her tongue. A question had been lingering on her mind for quite some time now.

“Is everything alright, Miss Maggie? Is the food inadequate?” Taehyung asked from across the room. 

“The food is delicious, probably the best I’ve ever had. Your kitchen staff must be very talented,” Maggie shook her head. 

“Ah, I have no staff here. I’m glad you enjoy the food, it was all made by me,” Taehyung said proudly. 

“You take care of this entire property by yourself?” Maggie’s jaw dropped in shock.

“It’s tough sometimes, and lonely. I suppose I could hire one person to help out,” Taehyung lifted his eyebrows at Maggie. 

“M-me? I’m not really a good cook but--”

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. As you can see, I have more rooms than I know what to do with. You’re welcome to stay here with me for as long as you like,” Taehyung offered.

“Can you answer one question for me first, Mr. Taehyung?” Maggie asked tentatively. 

“Ask me anything,” Taehyung smiled.

“Are...are you ill?” Maggie looked at him with concern, “Please don’t take any offense. I noticed that we only meet in the evenings or when it’s a cloudy day. And I know that you have a predilection for barely cooked meats, and I’m sure eating raw things isn’t good for you. Also when we first met I thought rich people just had fancy alcohol but I can never see anyone drinking the same concoction as you whenever we eat at restaurants,” she rambled. 

“My my, aren’t you observant,” Taehyung’s lips twisted into an amused smile, “Are you afraid of monsters?”

“Monsters aren’t real,” Maggied quickly answered, annoyed that he deflected her questions. 

“Are you sure about that? Think carefully. I only go out at night or under cloud cover. I prefer my meat raw. I drink a rather strange red liquid that you should be very familiar with since you tend to the drunkards who are bound to get into fights down in the slums,” Taehyung toyed with her. 

“What? Do you expect me to believe that you’re some sort of vile creature that drinks blood?” Maggie laughed nervously.

In an instant, Taehyung’s chair was vacant as he menacingly stood over Maggie, “That is precisely the truth. Have you heard of vampyres?” he licked his lips.

Maggie was too frightened to move. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her? Her eyes narrowed in on the fangs Taehyung bared as he smiled eerily down at her. 

 “I’ve heard of them. The people in the slums are terrified of being sucked dry, claiming that people wandering alone at night have a death wish. I thought they were just delusional,” panic gripped Maggie, “Were you going to eat me the first night we met?” 

“I desperately wanted to. You know the irresistible and mouth watering smell of a bakery in the morning? That’s what you smell like to me, only ten times more alluring and potent,” Taehyung nodded.

“Then why haven’t you yet?” Maggie questioned. 

“Because, my dear Miss Maggie, I am a fool. I have taken a liking to you. As you can imagine, being an immortal being gets lonely. You’ve provided me with more joy and entertainment than I’ve had in a while. At this point, I’d rather have you stay alive,” he sighed. 

“So if I stayed here with you, you’d promise you’d never harm me?” Maggie attempted to calm her breathing.

“Of course, I would not touch a hair on your head. Unless you want me to,” he winked.

“You would make me into a vampyre?” Maggie’s eyes widened.

“I was hinting at a more carnal interaction, but I could do that as well. Do you want an immortal life?” Taehyung’s eyes wandered to her exposed neck. 

“No. Not if it costs others their lives. I must be crazy Mr. Taehyung. You’ve admitted that you’re a monster and yet I still feel safe with you. I would love to move in and keep you company, if you’ll have me,” Maggie smiled fondly. 

“You’re very strange, Miss Maggie. That’s not at all the reaction I thought you’d have, but I’m happy for it. Very well, you may stay here. I can help you bring your belongings tomorrow night,” Taehyung grinned. 

“I’m curious; were you born a vampyre?” Maggie piped up. Taehyung let out a hearty laugh. 

“No, I was a human once like you. I got into a scuffle with a nasty bloke in the 16th century. Rather than killing me, he gave me a far worse end. He turned me. I haven’t seen him to this day, but I’m sure the slimy bastard is still undead somewhere in the world,” Taehyung’s cheery face fell into a scowl. 

“16th century? You’re an old man!” Maggie exclaimed teasingly.

“But I have the physical body of a young man, that must count for something, Taehyung chuckled, “Come, I can escort you to your room.”

“Am I staying the night?” Maggie tilted her head.

“That was my assumption. You’re free to leave at any time,” Taehyung shrugged. 

“It’s just that...I’ve never left my family home. I’ve been pretty lonely since everyone died. I can’t imagine how you must feel…” she trailed off.

“You’ve helped me with that tremendously. I guess we’ve cured each other’s loneliness, yes?” Taehyung cupped his hands over Maggie’s.

It was the first time he had ever touched her. His fingers were ice cold, resembling the kind of cold only a corpse could possess. Instinctively, she took his hands in hers and attempted to blow warm air onto them. Taehyung knew it would never work, but he appreciated the gesture. He pulled her into a warm embrace. 

“Forgive me if this is inappropriate. You make me feel at ease,” Taehyung whispered. To his surprise, Maggie hugged him back tightly. She didn’t say anything, but her actions were clear enough. 

Taehyung sat in an armchair in his room reading a novel a couple hours after he bid Maggie goodnight. He was pleased with the outcome of the night’s events. He was honestly dreading the thought of having to kill Maggie if she were to run away screaming. He was glad things didn’t come to that. 

There was a knock on the door. With a wave of his hand the door swung open, revealing a sleepy Maggie on the other side. 

“I heard a strange noise and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” Maggie yawned. 

“Don’t lie,” Taehyung chided without looking up from his book. 

“I’ve never slept away from home before and being alone in that big room scares me,” Maggie admitted, her eyes cast down to the floor. 

“That’s what I thought. You’re welcome to use my bed. I’ll stay here while you sleep,” Taehyung finally looked up and kindly gestured to the large bed.

“Where’s your coffin?” Maggie asked as she wiggled into the sheets. 

“That’s a stereotype. Do I look like the type of guy who sleeps in a stuffy wooden coffin? Nonsense. However, there is soil from my hometown beneath the bed,” Taehyung tsked.

“Really?” Maggie’s eyes grew wide. 

“Nope. Go to bed, Miss Maggie,” Taehyung chuckled. 

“Care to join me?” Maggie asked as she stretched. 

“I’m not going to sleep--”

“Then neither am I! I’m practically wide awake now,” Maggie interrupted him. 

Taehyung put his book down and walked to the bed, opting to sit on the end, a respectable distance away from Maggie. They talked the night away. Now that Maggie had some time to process everything, she had a plethora of questions ranging from vampyres to fashion throughout the years. 

“So have you ever been married? Or in love?” Maggie probed. 

“Never been married. Have been in love a few times. As you can imagine they all ended in heartache. Truthfully, I’ve been questioning why I let myself get so attached to you,” Taehyung confessed. 

“I’m glad you did. Because I love you, Mr. Taehyung. I fell in love with your grace and intellect, and of course you’re extremely handsome. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me, I just wanted to be candid with you before living together,” Maggie tugged at her hair. 

“Miss Maggie, I foolishly fell in love with you. You’d be one with the dirt by now if I hadn’t been so enthralled by you. Hm, that didn’t come out very romantic,” Taehyung shook his head before continuing, “The feeling is mutual. I know I can’t give you a normal marriage, but I promise to love you until the end.” 

Maggie crawled towards Taehyung and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Taehyung deepened the kiss as he pushed her flat onto the bed. Hands wandered. Giggles filled the air. Clothing fell to the ground. Soon, both beings were stark naked as they gazed into each other’s eyes. 

“Are you sure you want to go any further?” Taehyung asked.

“I want all of you inside me,” Maggie replied as she brought him in for another kiss.

Taehyung guided his dick to her entrance, patiently teasing it as he coated himself in her juices. Once he was drenched, he slowly slid into her, giving her time to adjust to his size. She let out soft moans as he went deeper. 

They laced their fingers together once he began to thrust. He started slowly, making sure she was enjoying herself. He wanted to enjoy all of her delicately, taking careful care not to break her. His prior flings with the whores in the brothels was different. He didn’t care about them, he used them solely for his own pleasure. But this time, he wanted to please Maggie. He was happy to see her eyes shut with pleasure as he picked up the pace. 

Taehyung placed his thumb on a certain little sensitive nub, making Maggie jump. Her eyes were blown out with lust as she arched her back. Taehyung worked her body perfectly, timing his thrusts with the clitoral stimulation. It didn’t take long for Maggie’s entire body to shake. 

“Tae-Taehyung I--”

“Go ahead. Just let it all out, Maggie,” Taehyung demanded. He accidentally let his power of persuasion slip into that statement. Maggie came on the spot, cumming all over his cock as she moaned. It wasn’t long after until Taehyung released his seed inside of her. 

Maggie’s chest heaved as she lay motionless on the bed. That was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Taehyung cleaned her up before tucking her back into the bed. Once he cleaned himself up, he joined her side. 

“Don’t worry about getting pregnant. I’m technically dead anyway,” he kissed her forehead before they both dozed off. 

Taehyung woke up the following evening to an empty bed. He searched the house, unable to find Maggie. He began to worry. Did she leave him to get help? Did she abandon him?

“Good morning! Sleep well?” Maggie called out to him as she walked through the front doors.

“Why were you outside?” Taehyung questioned quickly.

“Lemme show you,” Maggie took Taehyung’s hand and led him outside. She proudly showed off a patch of crudely repotted plants. She explained to him that she went into town to get a few. Since she’d save a couple lives here and there, some people felt indebted to her. She called on her favors and managed to wrangle up a couple flowers and herbs.

“I love the botanical garden you always take me to. I figured we can try and make our own here since you have so much space,” Maggie smiled.

“Do you garden often?” Taehyung asked while looking at the half wilted plants.

“Never have, but it can’t be that hard right? Just give them water and love. Just watch, this place will rival that fancy botanical garden,” a flicker of determination lit up in her eyes. 

Several happy years later, Maggie had kept her word. It had been ten wonderful years filled with merriment. Taehyung was not the man he was before. Maggie had softened his heart, and he was thankful for it. He accompanied her when she tended to the people in the slums, learning the art of medicine by her side. She even helped curb his bloodlust. Taehyung only fed on the people who were beyond help, or those who actively sought death. Maggie still didn’t like it, but of course that was out of her control. 

Taehyung’s arms were wrapped around Maggie as they admired their personal garden. It was a struggle at first, but they discovered that Taehyung had a godlike green thumb, and basically resurrected the plants back from the dead. With his guidance, Maggie was able to see her vision come true. 

One night, Taehyung had to leave the mansion for a few hours to meet with his business colleagues (he was a rather savvy businessman, being around for a couple hundred years does that to a person). Taehyung itched to return to Maggie’s side and barely paid attention to the meeting. She always claimed that she would be fine, it was only a couple hours after all. Even so, Taehyung worried about her. 

Finally the meeting was adjourned, and he was free to rush home. He found the front door unlocked upon his arrival. He gave the handle a quizzical look, he was sure that he had locked it. 

“Maggie? Where are you?” he called out. 

“Taehyung! Run away--” Maggie’s muffled scream came from the dining room. 

Two big men stood at either side of a tied up Maggie, who now had a black eye. One of the men held a knife to her throat, close enough to draw out an inkling of blood. 

“‘ello, Mr. Taehyung. Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” a third stout man with a thick cockney accent emerged from a corner of the room, “I’ll cut to the chase. You let us kill you, and the little missy gets to live. If you resist, she dies. Simple as that.”

“Who are you people? You’re making a huge mistake. I have connections all over the country that--”

“Spare us the horseshit. We know what you are, filthy vampyre,” the word rolled off the stout man’s tongue like a slur, “The VEC sent us. You know ‘em? Stands for ‘Vampyre Extermination Company’ it does. We’re the best they ‘av, so you might as well surrender now.”

“Oh you already know? Lovely, that saves me time,” Taehyung growled as he seemingly phased from where he stood over to Maggie (but vampyres can’t teleport, they just have super speed and can fly sometimes).

In the blink of an eye, he broke the neck of the man who held the knife and threw the other guy across the room. He quickly released Maggie, and hugged her tightly before returning to attack the intruders. He lifted the stout man by his neck and held him against the wall.

“You sure you’re the best? The VEC must be a pretty unsuccessful organization,” Taehyung taunted. 

“I told yous we should’ve just killed her in the first place and then ambushed him!” the stout man yelled to no one in particular. 

Taehyung sank his fangs into the man’s neck, before ripping out a piece. He was going to enjoy torturing him. It was what he deserved for harming his beloved Maggie. A gunshot went off, stopping Taehyung in the middle of his raging frenzy. 

Taehyung looked back in horror. Maggie held her bleeding stomach, sinking to the floor. The man he had thrown at the wall earlier was wielding a gun with a smirk on his face. Taehyung lost it. He ripped the assailant’s beating heart out from his chest.

He scrambled over to Maggie, cradling her in his arms. 

“That hurt,” she joked weakly.

“Shh, don’t speak. I have to get you to a doctor. I can carry you--”

“It’s too late. This wound is worse than most of what we’ve seen in the slums. I’m just sorry I have to leave you so soon,” a tear rolled down her cheek. 

“No! No please don’t leave me. There’s still time! I can turn you and we can be together forever,” Taehyung wept.

“You know I never wanted that. I’m sorry I’m being so selfish,” Maggie coughed  up blood, “I love you, Mr. Taehyung. Don’t ever forget that,” she said with her final breath. 

Taehyung held her until he saw the light leave her eyes. Anguish and sorrow filled his soul. He held her close and sobbed over her lifeless body. 

“You tricked her into lovin’ ya, eh? There’s no end to the wickedness of you bastards,” the stout man struggled to say as he drowned in his own blood.

Taehyung gently laid Maggie’s body on the floor and walked over to the stout man. He stepped on the man’s throat, crushing his windpipe and adding pressure to his gaping wound. The man’s eyes screamed in pain as Taehyung looked down at him blankly. 

“The VEC huh? I’ll remember that. I’ll see you in hell someday,” Taehyung spat as he trampled the man beneath him.  

Taehyung didn’t leave Maggie’s side for a week straight. He couldn’t bear to do anything; he didn’t want to admit that she was gone. His heart broke every time he saw her, but he couldn’t bring himself to move her. It wasn’t until her corpse was a bloated smelly mess that finally motivated Taehyung to move.

“I’m sorry I let you become this way, Miss Maggie,” Taehyung whispered as he carried the body out to the botanical garden. He buried her there, among her cherished plants. 

Taehyung fled his estate. The crime scene wasn’t discovered until a year later when his business associates came to check on him after he missed several meetings. 

Taehyung swore that he would never love again. Never open up again. And never ever, under any circumstances, interact with the VEC. As much as he wanted to tear the establishment apart, he knew Maggie would be against it. He couldn’t bear disappointing her, even in death.  

He settled down in a small unsuspecting town in a different country. He bought an abandoned property where he swore he’d live out the rest of his days quietly and peacefully. 

Published August 21st, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2019 Baepsaesbae.

[duhragonball]

Hellsing Liveblog Chapters 25-27

This is the first leg of the “D” arc.   I had originally planned on trying to do the whole thing in one post, but it’s pretty long and meanders in places, so instead I’m going to break it up, starting with the part that wraps up volume 4 of the collected editions.

Much of these first three chapters just showcases Millennium preparing to depart their secret headquarters in Brazil.  They have three blimps, maybe more.   We already saw the Graf Zeppelin III, but there’s also a Graf Zeppelin II and a Hindenberg II.   Also, the Major refers to all of this as “Operation Sea Lion 2″.  The original “Operation Sea Lion” was Nazi Germany’s plan to invade the U.K. during World War II.   It was never enacted, however, because the Germans couldn’t establish air and naval superiority over the British.  Basically, the Major is declaring that he has finally achieved what Hilter could not, thanks to his “Last Battalion” of 1000 vampire soldiers.

The bridge of his flagship (flagblimp) has this big comfy chair on a robot arm, and a panoramic world map.   The arrows on the map point in all sorts of nutty directions, including the United States and other European nations.   I could have sworn I had heard some mention in Hellsing Ultimate of Millennium sending forces to the U.S., but the international angle was never mentioned again, and I assumed that I must have imagined it.  In any event, the Major made it clear that his target is Alucard specifically, so it doesn’t make a lot of sense to invade places where Alucard is not.

The Major prepares to take his seat only to find Warrant Officer Schrödinger sitting in his chair.   Remember, Schrödinger inexplicably teleported himself to London to address Hellsing and Iscariot, and then he got shot and killed for his trouble.   But now he’s back, alive and well.   He mocks the Major for being to slow, and the Doctor scolds him for his insolence, but the Major orders Doc to back off.   This is a running gag throughout the rest of the series.  The Doctor keeps trying to chastise Schrödinger, but the Major lets him do whatever the boy wants, almost like he’s some favorite pet.  

Meanwhile, an unidentified helicopter tries to land on a British carrier, the H.M.S. Eagle.   The Captain orders his crew to open fire, but the first officer suddenly does this:

So yeah, the first officer is a vampire now, and he’s sold out Queen and Country for Millennium.  He and a handful of vampire crewmen kill the rest of the crew and turn them all into ghouls, allowing the helicopter to land, making way for...

This lady, Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle.  I should point out that in the pages leading up to her boarding the Eagle, she was singing Engelandlied, a German war anthem from World War I.   She’s nutty, is the idea.

So, I’m gonna go ahead and put forth my fan theory that all the bad guys we dealt with prior to Rip were just patsies for Millennium, and not actual members in their own right.   This includes Tubalcain “Dandyman” Alahambra, because, for all his powers, no one ever said his rank, leading me to think he didn’t have one.   Same with the Valentine Brothers and any of the vampires Alucard and Seras were sent to fight during the first dozen or so chapters of this manga.   Millennium may have turned them into vampires, and in some cases they even let them in on Millennium’s inner workings, but they were never more than cannon fodder.   Jan seemed to understand this, although Luke and Dandyman seemed to believe they were genuinely created to represent the new pinnacle of vampiric power.   Even the Doctor thought Dandyman had a strong chance of beating Alucard, but in the end they were just experiments meant to test Alucard’s mettle.

And, really, the rest of Millennium is not much different, except Rip and the others actually know why they’re being sacrificed, even if they don’t necessarily understand how or when.

Meanwhile, Seras still won’t drink blood, and she keeps trying to eat regular food instead, even though she struggles to swallow every bite.   I’ve never been very clear on whether vampires in Hellsing can eat non-blood food or not.  Seras is doing it, albeit painfully, but I don’t think she really gains anything from it, except whatever coping mechanism this is supposed to serve.   

So in walks Sir Integra, who dumps a bag of medical blood on her table.  Seras never really answers Integra’s question, but she already told Walter, and it’s not much of an answer.   The heart of the matter is this: Seras really doesn’t want to be a vampire.   Or, maybe, more accurately, she doesn’t want to stop being human.   The trouble is that she already lost that battle way back in Chapter 1. 

In many ways, Seras has accepted her fate.   She works for Hellsing, recognizes Alucard as her vampire master, and so on.  I think she understands that this is the only life she can have now, and her will to live is strong enough that she appreciates what Alucard and Integra have done for her.    At her core, Seras is a public servant, and fighting monsters for Hellsing is not so different from fighting crime as a policewoman.  I think she sees her current condition as a means to that end.   She doesn’t crave power like the evil vampires we’ve seen thus far.    Seras views her abilities as a means to an end.   Alucard biting her gave her a way to stay alive and continue fighting the good fight.

However, she doesn’t want the baggage that goes along with that.   She wants to retain as much of her humanity as she can, and drinking blood is the one thing that she has some control over, or so she believes.

But Integra’s far too practical for that dilemma.   Alucard was willing to respect Seras’ relucatance, but she needs her troops on their toes and ready for action.  So she takes a knife and cuts open her finger, and then orders Seras to lick the blood off.    This is... disturbingly sexual, and one of a number of scenes that reminds me that Hirano Kouta had done a lot of, er, adult comics before Hellsing.   I think he did a lot of uniform fetishy stuff too, which is why Seras and Schrödinger’s uniforms look so similar to each other.   Both are meant to resemble German WWII gear.   I’m willing to grant some leeway here, because there’s probably only so many ways to do a finger-licking scene like this without sexualizing it a little, but the last bit with the saliva trail is just revolting. 

So, what’s bugged me for a long time was that if Seras drank (a little) of Integra’s blood here, why did this subplot not get paid off until much later in the story?  She drank blood, didn’t she?   Well, yeah, but Integra ordered her to do it, so it doesn’t count.   This came up a couple of times earlier in the story, when Walter and Al mentioned that she wouldn’t drink blood willingly.  It’s not just an ethical issue for Seras, or she’d simply chow down on the medical blood.  I guess Integra could force feed her every night, but that wouldn’t solve anything.   This is about Seras accepting her transformation as a fait accompli.   I think this is why she very nearly drank Alucard’s blood back in Northern Ireland, when it sure looked like there was no other way for her to survive.  But if she’s just sitting there with no one making her do it, and no urgent need to do it, she’ll refuse every time.  

I think Hellsing uses the premise that a vampire has to do more than just bite a human to turn them into a vampire.  That is, Alucard had to put his own blood in Seras’ body to complete that transformation.   I think that’s how it worked in the Dracula novel, and Seras herself mentions it in the Gonzoverse anime.   But that wouldn’t count either, because it’s part of the change itself.  The idea is for the new vampire to partake in blood-drinking by choice, and until that happens, they won’t get all the cool powers.   

One other thing, Integra takes this opportunity to mention that she’s a virgin, which is a weird flex for this situation, but okay.  In Hellsing, that means Integra could become a vampire herself, but not if Seras bites her, because it has to be a vampire of the opposite sex.   In any case, Tegs warns Seras not to bite down during this creepy finger-licking KFC-hentai thing.   

Back in the damn ocean, Lt. Rip van Winkle is welcomed aboard by the traitorous crew of the Eagle.   She asks them how it feels to be a vampire, and causally reminds them of their treachery.   Then she gives them new orders, which are to die by her magic gun, which fires a bullet that can turn around in midair.

And so the First Officer and his lackeys learn the same lesson as the Brazillians working for the Dandyman, and the Dandyman himself, and the Valentine Brothers and whoever else.  Millennium might turn you into a vampire, but that hardly means that you’ll live forever.   Millennium always demands treason as payment for their help, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they might betray you sooner or later.

Besides, Rip doesn’t need the British crew, because she has her own henchman on board her chopper.   While she waits for them to wake up, she paints a swastika on the deck, just to make it clear that they’ve taken control of the Eagle, which she renames the Adler.  That’s German for “Eagle”, you see.

Back on his blimp, the Major cuts this twenty-minute promo which basically amounts to “I love war, we have no particular agenda except to wage endless war for the fun of it.”   Back in England, Alucard is eagerly awaiting their arrival.  

[monomonomagines]

DR2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 2

Hello everyone, I’m sorry for my inactivity as of late. My bed broke recently so I’ve had to try to get a new one during Quarantine. However, I finally am able to get one and I come back bearing some good news! Mod Kokichi and I have been fleshing out our monster Au to the point that we have some extra content for the lore of the world and details with the characters and whatever we couldn’t fit into these imagines. Coincidentally, we do plan to also open an AO3 account in order to publish fully fleshed out content for the monsters and lore of the world we’ve made for them once we’re all set up. If anyone is interested in any art or lore that we have ready though, feel free to ask us and we’ll gladly share it with you. Speaking of, we have a place already to post art on our discord so you’re free to join us with this link if you’d like. https://discord.gg/M6TGwd

One more thing I’d like to add though is a warning for Nagito’s part in this. We couldn’t include much romance because of some lore we included with how his disease would work in this universe and with the limited space I couldn’t convey much development with him yet (where he isn’t quite as unhealthy or obsessive) so consider this just your first interaction with him. I promise though on AO3 or in further works he won’t be nearly as twisted as he might com across here. Besides that though, I hope that you all enjoy these. I had a lot of fun with them and will be getting back to other requests and matchups as soon as possible.

Part 2 (Part 1 here) (Part 3 here)

Gundham (Vampire)

By the time you got of work, it was late enough to see the last vestiges of the setting sun disappearing over the horizon, leaving behind nothing more than the chill of twilight.

However, there was nothing to do but to walk home as typical of you when it's still brighter.

As you passed by the familiar buildings, the park, and even a few side streets you began to only think of getting home and into your nice warm bed.

Perhaps it was those thoughts that caused you not to notice the man behind you but by the time he put a hand over your mouth and pulled you into an alley with him, you knew you had made a terrible mistake.

There were no words said as he pushed you up against a wall and buried his face into your neck, penetrating you with his fangs.

So that was it, he was a vampire. It'd be over soon you thought trying to reassure yourself as his inhuman strength overpowered you.

You tried with all your might to hold onto consciousness but alas it was too much. Maybe he was going to drink you dry after all, maybe this was the end for you?

When you awoke with a start those thoughts were still lingering in your mind. You felt so weak and this place, this definitely wasn't your room.

"Ah, you've awoken at last!" Announced that same vampire as he appeared by the side of the plush bed you were laid upon.

At least you assumed as you hadn't gotten to hear his voice. You didn't know what to say to him and at the very same time, plenty of accusations and questions flew from your mouth in his direction causing him to lose that gusto he seemed to have from a moment ago.

It appeared as though he hadn't considered for this to happen and unlike how he had last night he silenced you with his own statement.

"Silence, mortal! You should consider yourself lucky! It is not every day that you are a vampire as well known and feared as the legendary Gundham Tanaka's first victim!"

Proudly laughing he rambles on and on about his supposed grandeur before he finally settles down.

"Now what great power you are speaking to I shall inform you of what is to come as you had begged me earlier. You, mortals, tend to misconstrue what it is we full-blood vampires do with our first victim. We do not kill them, no rather we keep them by our side."

Oh brother. You knew for certain you did not want to stay with this guy and yet you still felt so weak. There was no way you could do much else than rely on him so you had to relent.

However, even though you started as an unwanted guess Gundham seemed to know how to take care of you, always making sure to be so careful.

He didn't seem like other vampires and as you began to talk to him you seemed to realize what had happened to you in actuality. Even if he hadn't realized it himself he slipped up by calling you his first victim.

He wasn't some long-lived legendary Vampire, he was a recently turned one that normally didn't drink from a human directly. You noticed with the way that he'd return with blood bags and never a scratch on him that he wasn't as evil as he seemed.

However, even when you questioned him he insisted on his obviously made up "Old Vampire Ritual" that you two were bound together and that he must take care of you as you two are now in a "symbiotic relationship".

A relationship in which he never actually drank from you instead mostly taking care of you because of that one time he could've killed you. Perhaps that's why you had fallen so hard for this creature of the night?

He was gentle and kind in his own right and every day that passed by ended up making you glad to be here. That's when you knew you had to tell him finally.

One night as he was bringing you dinner you had asked for him to stay and as usual, he listened to your desires sitting by you rather obediently as you two conversed.

"It is not like you to ask of my presence during your meals, mortal. Is there something you wished to say?"

What didn't you want to say? As soon as you could open your mouth all of it began to spill out again, like those questions you asked when you first arrived here.

You knew he wasn't a full-blood, you knew he just felt bad that he almost drained you, and you knew he didn't like drinking directly from someone if they were unwilling! You knew it all but most of all you liked him the way he was. You loved him even and before you could finish your ramble of a confession he had already pressed himself against your lips.

"Oh, how is it that a mortal like you can love a beast such as myself?"

Nagito (Zombie)

Though it was quite impulsive, you had felt implored to walk take a walk in the dead of night.

It was a humid summer night and with your clothes sticking to you and the hum of the ceiling fan relentlessly filling your ears you clearly needed to get a small break.

Grabbing a bag with a few small things such as a flashlight, keys, and whatever else you could possibly need during a night stroll you soon departed, forgetting just why it was so risky to leave your home.

As you continued on your stroll to the next block you happened upon the local graveyard which was always stirring with life, at least that's what you had heard.

Perhaps it was the humidity or the lack of sleep making you feel so careless but rather than heading back home you decided to approach the gates of the cemetery when a gloved hand came to press itself over your mouth.

"Don't scream, I just want to talk." A raspy voice whispers lowly into your ear causing panic to shoot through your body.

With your bag still in hand, you easily shake the offender off, swinging your bag at him as your eyes shut in fear. However, instead of any pained sound, all you hear is a sigh and multiple things hitting the ground.

Despite your head screaming at you to disregard that and run though you instead put on a brave face and open your eyes, noticing that he was now missing his arm and head.

"Ah man, this is so embarrassing," he starts only awkwardly scratching the back of his head with his free hand, "you wouldn't be able to uh, hand me my head would you?"

Wait, he's a zombie, isn't he!? He'll just try to bite you!

Even with your protests though he doesn't bat an eye only negotiating with you instead. "I know it sounds like I just want to bite you but I swear I won't. If it makes you feel better you can even grab me by my hair. There's no way I can bite you that way, right?"

Despite the position he was in, he still seemed fully capable of quipping at you so you relented. What harm will come from this guy if you can knock most of his limbs off with one swing?

Dropping your bag to the ground you tentatively grab his head by the hair watching as his expression doesn't change despite the tug on his scalp as you hand it over to his body.

To your surprise, he grabs himself the same way and somehow easily reattaches the head with his one arm intact. This must happen quite a lot for him to be so unfazed even with only one arm.

"Thanks again! You wouldn't mind tossing my hand over here too would you?"

He asks with a relaxed smile on his face. He didn't move towards you at all, seeming to wait for you to answer as you looked over and saw that gloved hand now laying by your bag.

He didn't seem dangerous but before you could find it in yourself to give him back all of his limbs you needed to know why he grabbed you earlier.

"Oh, that? Well, to be honest, I was trying to warn you about the graveyard. Tonights a full moon and it's when a lot of the more violent zombies and other monsters come out. That's why I didn't want you to scream either if you had well, you'd be found and eaten immediately."

But then why wasn't he attacking you or trying to eat you? You wanted to question him more but for the most part, his answer was vague.

"Well, I don't want to eat you. How about instead you toss me my hand and I'll walk you home? That's fair isn't it?"

You couldn't disagree, it did seem fair but you certainly hadn't expected this development in the slightest. It might not have been too uncommon for someone to escort you home but a zombie was surprising.

You braced yourself, grabbing ahold of the purely skeletal hand and glove as you tossed them over to him. Now with another question to ask. Was the glove to cover this?

"That actually has to do with how I got to be a zombie. It's a funny story since I'm pretty lucky but I was born with a disease that causes your brain to deteriorate. I wasn't supposed to live long and no matter what doctor I went to, none of them could do anything."

So why was his hand like this then? Did he already start decaying? Despite just meeting, he seemed intent on sharing his story with you as he gave you an awkward smile and continued.

"No one could cure me so I decided to take a risk. As a human still I sought out a Witch Doctor and ironically the only way to save me so that I could accomplish my goals was to kill me."

Popping his hand on with a satisfied look on his face he smiled at you.

"It's ironic but even with the ritual, I got lucky! She needed something as a sort of sacrifice I guess so she needed my hand or at least the flesh from it. I'll admit it was pretty painful since I was still alive but even then it seemed that it was destined to happen. A rare occurrence happened in which my hand was still intact and strong enough not to snap either! It was a miracle that the witch said must have been because the demons or dark gods had chosen me! Amazing isn't it?"

He puts his glove back on, looking at the hand fondly as you went silent. That was supposed to be amazing? Didn't he still die? What about his family and friends?

Despite your questions, his expression didn't falter as he calmly explained he had none. No friends and no family to come to his funeral. He died alone and seemed unfazed.

"That's enough about me though, we should be getting you home now."

Sure enough, he was right, however, something seemed off. How was it that he knew the way to your house? Even when you questioned him though he seemed so nonchalant.

"I know because you fill me with hope," he says expression growing dark, "I know from the way you walk to the way you talk, to the way you even eat your meals that you are what I need. It was such great luck for you to walk by tonight where I could talk to you where I can finally tell you how I feel."

Pinning you to a nearby wall he smiles as he asks you too frozen by fear to scream, "Did you think that any zombie would be so harmless? My goal is to bring hope to the world and in order to do so, I need you. You awaken the purest hope sleeping inside of me and for that, I can never let you go."

Before you can respond to his delusions he presses his lips to your own and that was the last of what you could remember when you woke up in your bed.

It was just a dream, it had to be you thought, but when you opened that bag and found a note in it you knew immediately that it was all true. You were being stalked by a Zombie of all things.

Kazuichi (Gorgon)

You were going on a jog through the nearby park in the evening when you chanced upon a figure in the distance.

Although you only saw their back, they were dressed in the brightest jumpsuit you'd ever seen. They definitely couldn't be up to anything shady in such an ostentatious outfit, you thought, so you called out to them as you drew closer.

As soon as your words pierced their ears they perked up immediately running over to grab onto you sobbing about how he got "left behind," when suddenly he froze.

"Wa-wait you're not a..." letting go and backing up from you like you had the plague you noticed why he was freaking out. You definitely weren't a monster and he definitely was.

The two of you ended up screaming from the shock as the monster clumsily ran in the opposite direction, tripping over the roots of an overgrown tree and falling with a sickening snap.

You couldn't leave him like this. Even as you approached he seemed scared out of his wits, wincing away as you tried to help lift him up.

"Please don't hurt me! Please don't kill me I...I beg of you! I'll do whatever you say!" He cries out between sobs, not realizing that you are just trying to help him out.

However, he was struggling far too much to help him either so you had no choice but to sit yourself down and reassure him.

"But how can I even know you're telling the truth!? What if you're just going to kill me later?" Despite his sobbing finally melting into mere shaky breathes he looks at you with nothing more than distrust as he tosses accusations around.

He might not believe you but at least he isn't thrashing about like a caged animal. This time promising, not to hurt him, you help him up allowing him to lean on you as he winces in pain.

"Shit, I think...I think I really hurt my ankle. It hurts just to stand!"

Though he had acted so high and mighty a moment ago, he instantly melts into your touch, letting you do most of the work as you walk to your house.

There was no way to transport him anywhere else without some basic medical attention at least. An idea that he wouldn't have taken kindly to if not from being so exhausted from your interactions in the forest.

Struggling to get your key out of your pocket with him leaning on you, you manage to open the door and lead him to your couch so that he could rest.

Turning so that you close the door behind you two, you hear him speak up once again.

"Hey uh...about before and all, I don't normally act so, so lame. I'm normally a lot cooler than that and-" You held back a sigh, cutting off his lame excuses by telling him that you understand.

A heavy silence fell over the two of you, thicker than the uneasy tension in the air as you began to tend to his ankle.

Occasionally shooting an uneasy glance in your direction, he once again opens his mouth trying to say something only to close it again.

You really hadn't expected to encounter such a cowardly and awkward monster and yet here you were with one sat on your couch as you ended to his ankle with an air of uncertainty around the two of you.

This time, you spoke up, trying to get anything to rid you of the heavy feeling in the air as you spoke. Besides, you did have your own questions that you wanted to be answered.

For example, what exactly is he? You knew he wasn't human but with his beanie on all you could tell was that he had greenish skin and snakelike eyes.

"Oh, that? I'm...a Gorgon," he responds, rather awkwardly as he reluctantly pulls off his beanie to reveal bright pink snakes that contrast his green skin.

Cringing as you let out a gasp he prepares for you to laugh but instead is met with the exact opposite. Did you call him cool looking? He, he was cool to you?

Feeling pride swell within him he smiles at you, the awkward air finally for a moment. A moment that certainly did not last long as one of his own snakes bit him.

"Shit! The hat where's my hat!?" He exclaims, patting the arm of the couch for it when you notice how it fell out of his reach as more snakes readied to sink their teeth into his face.

Running over to grab the beanie you hand it to him as he quickly contains his snakes that let out an audible hiss of disapproval. "Argh, they always do this but uh thanks. I must seem pretty lame right now though huh?"  

Seeming down already from the altercation with his snakes you assure him that he's not lame although you do wonder why they dislike him so much.

"Well, they've never got along with me since animals don't really like me at all but they started getting really violent after I learned magic to dye them pink."

He learned magic to make them pink? That was incredible, you mentioned, praising him and causing a small blush to coat his cheeks.

"Yeah, I learned from a friend of mine. She's a lich actually so it isn't really an impressive spell for her but I guess it is kinda cool that I could learn it, huh?"

Agreeing with him that it is indeed pretty cool that he could learn magic, you soon finished with his ankle.

However, even as you finished you both continued to talk throughout the night. Talking about his weird Turned Vampire Rival, and his Alien soul bro, and other fun topics.

You didn't realize it but it must have been so much fun that you eventually fell asleep beside him because you woke up still situated on the couch. However, when you looked over Kazuichi was gone.

It was if it all was a dream or so you thought until that same awkward Gorgon appeared on your doorstep in the middle of the night days later.

Seeming nervous as usual he gave you a small smile. "Hey, S/o, yah mind if I come in?"

Despite your sleepy daze, you nodded as you led him to the same couch that you had fallen asleep on after talking to him for the whole night and took your own place next to him.

Per usual he was fidgety and nervous but you did notice one thing different about him. Unlike the last time, you saw him he had a one snake peeking out from his hat that was happily swaying as you sat next to him.

Following your gaze on the little guy, he began to blush again as he stammered an apology. "Sorry, I guess Lugnut is just really happy to see you again. I don't always tuck him in because he's the only one that can stand me, at least most days. When we met last time he hissed at me in the morning so I kinda just tucked him with the rest."

Scratching his head he waits for a response as you just stare at him in disbelief. Did he just call his snake Lugnut? Did he really name them all like that?

"D-don't look at me like that! I have to call them something to tell the difference between them!" He whines as you let out a laugh now that your initial shock wore off.

"It's not funny! I told ya I needed to be able to tell the difference!" He protests again, only forgiving you once you apologize for all the laughter.

"Great, now that you're done laughing and all I did actually have something I wanted to say." He states as his hat begins to visibly move.

"I...I wanted to thank you for last time. I know I acted like I didn't trust you the whole time and that I disappeared even though I was hurt but I really like you."

He stops to take a deep breath as Lugnut begins to move around excitedly. "I know this is really fast but it's just that no one has ever called me cool the way you do, or listen to me really, or let me go on about what I like and, and I want to keep being able to!" he announces, never faltering as he looked you in the eyes.

"Even if you say no, I want to keep coming over and talking to you like we did the other night so will you let me come over again?"

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Caught In Between: 01. New Beginnings

IMPORTANT!!! This is content from my original blog @hyperion-moonbabe​​ . It’s being reposted here as this is now my main blog.

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

Post Date: 02.26.20

Word count: 4.7K

Based off: 02x06 “Plan B”

Masterlist

I walked into my old childhood home, not expecting it to be fully furnished. I spent time looking around, gathering items from my family that I wanted to keep, and finally getting a moving company to get rid of the old furniture. Once everything was gone, I went into town to apply for a job and find some new furniture. I walked into a restaurant called the Mystic Grill.

“Hi, I was wondering if you guys were hiring,” I said to a blonde-haired guy as I walked in.

“I’m not sure but, I can grab an application for you to fill out and pass it on to my manager,” The blonde guy says and walks to the back. He returns with an application and a pen. I fill out the application and hand it back to the male.

“I’m Matt Donovan, nice to meet you.”

“Athena Dumont, nice to meet you too,” I say as I shake his hand.

“Wait as in the founding family Dumont?” He questions.

“Yeh, just moved back in today actually,” I responded back.

“Welcome back to Mystic Falls, see you around,” He smiles and goes back to work.

I continue to walk around the town looking for furniture to replace the old. After walking out of the last store I hear a familiar voice coming from behind me.

“What-a-surprise, Athena. Never thought I’d see you here in Mystic Falls.” The familiar voice says.

“Damon,” I turn around and give a fake smile. “And why would that be?” I question back.

“I mean this is Mystic Falls, a small town, nobody comes here.” He says scoffing.

“Well, I thought it’d be nice for me to finally settle into my roots as a founding family,” I responded.

“You come from a founding family here!?” He questions not believing me.

“Yes, I’m a Dumont. Might not be a name you hear often considering my family and I moved away about 12 years ago with my parents.”

“Wow, I was not expecting that. Well, I guess we should play catch up then,” Damon says, smirking and walking up next to me putting his arm around my shoulders before I push it off. But he just puts his arm back around my shoulders. We somehow ended up at his house and catching up with each other since it had been about two years since we met each other.

“I finally learned about the supernatural world… So two years ago, the whole thing about you being a vampire was true, but I didn’t believe it huh,” I say to Damon as we’re sitting on the couch in the grand room.

“Well sorta. I drank your blood, fed you mine, then compelled you to forget,” Damon explained loosely.

“So basically I was your personal blood bag,” I said, fake smiling at Damon as he nodded. “Well, I bite now so I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”

“Huh?” Damon looks at me confused before we hear a knock at the door.

Damon gets up from the couch and opens the door. I follow closely behind. When he opens the door I see a tall brown-haired guy standing in the doorway for a brief second before Damon blocks my view.

“I need to talk to you” I hear the guy say.

“And why do I need to talk to you?” Damon responds and I roll my eyes at his dickishness, as he tries to close the door on the other guy.

“Tyler Lockwood has to kill someone to activate his curse. He’s not a werewolf yet.”

“Wow, fascinating. Not enough.” Damon says not impressed and tries to close the door again.

“I’m not sure what you have gotten yourself into this time but maybe you should listen to him,” I say but Damon ignores my comment.

“But Mason Lockwood is and he’s looking for a moonstone, a special rock connected to the werewolf legend. That’s why I’m here.” The guy says trying to convince Damon to give him his full attention.

“Wait, a moonstone? I’ve heard about it somewhere” I say trying to remember where I heard it from.

“I know where it is.” the guy responds.

“And you’re bringing me this why?“ Damon questions.

"This actually sounds important. You should stop being a dick and listen, Damon. Especially if it involves the moonstone, there’s something important about it. I just can’t remember,” I say sternly.

“And why do you seem to know so much about this moonstone, Athena?“ Damon questions me while keeping eye contact with the guy on the porch.

"Wait are you Athena Dumont?” The other guy asks me.

“Yeh, why?”

“I’m Jeremy Gilbert, you may not remember but you were best friends with my sister before you moved away.” He says as I think about it.

I was about to say something before Damon interrupted me “What’s your sister say about this little discovery, anyways?” Damon questions Jeremy, but no response is given. “Oh, you haven’t told her, have you?”

“Well, Elena doesn’t want me getting involved in all this,” Jeremy says sighing.

“And you’re a Gilbert and you just can’t help yourself. Wow. Your search for life’s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.” Damon says. I roll my eyes at his dumb comment.

“You going to let me in or not?” Jeremy asks. I see Damon hesitate and I shove my way in to open the door.

I’m not sure why, but I’m interested in whatever trouble Damon has gotten himself in. But in all honesty, I am glad that I could possibly make some new friends here. Well, new old friends, I guess. Maybe even help them solve this little problem they have, whatever it is.

I see a blonde girl walk from what I assume is the kitchen, with a silver tray in hand, stocked full of food. She spots me sitting in the great room with Jeremy. “Hi, I’m Athena. I just moved into town and an old friend of Damon’s” I say to her smiling.

“I’m Caroline, your name sounds familiar. Have we met before or something?” She responds questioningly.

“She’s Athena Dumont, an old friend of yours, Bonnie and Elena’s when you guys were young. Oh, and she’s a founding family member” Jeremy says before I can respond.

“Oh my god, I remember. You just moved away when we were only like five years old. But how do you know that Jeremy?” Caroline responds.

“I just saw some old photos of you guys not too long ago,” Jeremy explains.

“Well, there’s this masquerade ball happening tomorrow and you should totally come and meet everyone else,” Caroline says before she heads off to some other part of the house.

I can’t help but shake that everyone else remembers who I am, yet I don’t. It’s almost like my memories of them were purged from my mind. I keep trying to jog my memory until my thoughts are interrupted by someone walking in the door with a box in hand. He’s a little older, maybe around Damon’s age when he became a vampire.

“What are you doing here?” He asks Jeremy.

“Helping Damon. I’m the one who found out about the moonstone.” Jeremy responds as the man looks at Damon.

“Does Elena know you’re here?”

“Not exactly,” Jeremy says, as the man looks at me.

“Hi, I’m Athena. I was just here when this was all unveiled.” I say the man looks at me slightly confused at why I’m here. “If you’re worried that all of this shouldn’t be said in front of me. I’m an old friend of Damon’s. And I’ve heard of the moonstone, so I thought that I may be of some help. If that’s ok.” I say picking up on his cautiousness.

“I’m Alaric, and if you’re up for getting caught in all this. Then, you’re more than welcome to stay and help.” He says in response and sets down the box he’s holding.

“What you got?” Damon says breaking the silence and starts to go through the box and picks up a book.

“This is Isobel research from Duke. Her assistant sent it to me.” Alaric says

“Mmm, Vanessa. The hottie.” I roll my eyes at Damon’s comment and bump my elbow on his side. He looks at me with a confused look and I just give him a look of why.

“Vanessa, yes. Now, do you remember the old Aztec curse she told us about?”

“Sun and the moon, blah blah blah blah blah.”

“An Aztec curse? Cool.” Jeremy says slightly excitedly.

“Yeah, supposedly vampires and werewolves used to roam freely until a shaman put a curse on them to limit their power. Since then, werewolves can only turn on a full moon and vampires are weakened by the sun.” Alaric explains as Damon shows off his daylight ring, “Most of them, anyway.”

“It sucks,” I say in response to the werewolf side of the curse.

“Wait am I missing something, here? How exactly do you know so much about the supernatural world?” Damon says looking at me questioningly.

“Yeh that comment about me biting, I’m a werewolf now. How did you not catch onto that? And the fact that I’m a Dumont.” I say defensively and a bit upset that he can’t pick up on a hint.

“I’m sorry I didn’t attend Mystic Falls supernatural People 101 “ He responds sarcastically and I just roll my eyes again.

"Well, if I could offer a piece of information. I do know that according to the legend, my wolf side, like every other werewolf, is sealed with the moonstone,” I say and Alaric nods and pulls out some sort of map.

“What do you mean sealed?” Jeremy questions as he looks at the map.

“It’s a witch thing, whatever seals the curse is usually the key to unsealing the curse,” Damon says from across the room.

“Maybe Mason Lockwood believes he can use the moonstone to break the curse,” Alaric says in response.

“If we start believing in some supernatural witchy-woo legend from a picture book, we’re idiots. Who has the stone now?” Damon says, sounding slightly more intrigued.

“Tyler” Jeremy responds to his question

“Can you get it?” I ask Jeremy even though I really have no clue what’s going on.

“Yeah.”

“See, now your life has purpose,” Damon says dickishly.

“Shut up Damon. I can help if you’d like” I sigh and Jeremy just looks at me nodding.

“This has nothing to do with you,” Damon says with a little harshness in his voice, but I ignore his comment.

“So, you do believe the curse?” Jeremy asks.

“It’s the same book that says a werewolf bite kills a vampire. Ignoring it would make me an even bigger idiot. Let’s go.” Damon says, finishing his drink. I follow him and Jeremy out the door.

We make our way over to a mansion where it looks like they’re holding the masquerade ball Caroline told me about. Damon, Jeremy and I walk in, I follow behind Damon who walks up to a brunette girl, but I stay at a distance being respectful of their conversation.

“Looking for my baby bro. Speaking of, would you tell yours to stop following me around?” Damon says slightly louder. I assume this girl is Elena Gilbert. Damon then just walks past me and outside. I just stand in the room until I hear my name.

“Anyways, Elena, this is Athena Dumont, from our childhood. She just moved back in.” Jeremy says as I walk up to the siblings.

“Hi, forgive me, but honestly I don’t remember anyone from here, even though everyone remembers me. But it’s really nice to meet you.” I say nervously.

“Well, I’m Elena. It’s nice to meet you too.” She says smiling as Jeremy walks away leaving us alone.

“So, I noticed that you walked in with Damon. You should really watch out for him” Elena says, I offer to help her and she passes me some masks to sort

“Yeh, I know. We’re old friends. He tried to deter me from this whole situation you guys are in. Which in all honesty I still don’t have the full picture. But he couldn’t stop me since I have some helpful info.” I say and chuckle.

“Well, it’ll be nice to have another person around. But, I wouldn’t recommend sticking around.” Elena says coldly.

“Well, I’d be more than glad to help with whatever you guys need. I’ve heard about this curse and honestly, I have a feeling that I need to figure it out.” I respond.

“In that case, you should probably meet everyone else.” She says putting the masks down and gesturing to follow her outside.

We walk down into all the chaos of the outside set up. Elena first takes me to the guy named Matt I met earlier and a brown-haired guy. They were in the middle of a slightly heated conversation but Elena didn’t hesitate to interrupt.

“Hey guys, this is Athena. Athena this is Matt and Tyler” She says pointing to the blonde and then the brunette.

“Matt and I actually met earlier, I went to apply to the Mystic Grill,” I say, turning to Elena.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler says looking at me up and down. Elena was then called over by someone and Matt just walked off, leaving me alone with Tyler. Or so I thought.

“Hey man,” Jeremy says walking over to Tyler and me. They started talking about the moonstone and I could sense that Tyler was uneasy about the fact that I was standing there. I look up to see Damon and another man standing next to him, so I decided to walk up to them.

“And who might this be,” I say to Damon, referring to the other man.

“This is my lovely baby bro, Stefan,” Damon says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you not going to introduce me to your friend Damon?” Stefan questions looking at Damon.

Damon starts to open his mouth before I interrupt, “I am an old friend of Damon’s who just moved back into town. I’m Athena Dumont.” I say holding my hand out to Stefan. I see Stefan’s face light up slightly at the mention of my last name as he shakes my hand.

“Well, we are busy. I will come and get you later” Damon says walking away and Stefan following behind.

I see Elena sit down on the stairs with a concerned face. I walk over to her feeling awkward just standing here. “Everything alright?” I say sitting next to her.

“Sorta. Stefan, Damon’s brother. Isn’t filling me in on what’s going on.” she says upset.

“I’m sure he will. Just give it a moment. He did just walk off with Damon a few minutes ago.” I say looking at her, noticing she’s growing impatient. She looks at her phone and starts to call Stefan.

After a while, I go to find Damon. When I find him he’s in the front of the house with his brother and another girl. Who I assumed was a witch considering the concentration in her face and the man clutching his head. Damon knees the man in the face and then takes notice of me standing in the doorway. The two brothers take the man and put them in the back of the Jeep.

“Are you just gonna stand there or get in?” Damon says looking at me and gesturing for me to get in the Jeep with him.

“I guess I’m coming,” I say and hop in the back seat.

We drive back to the Salvatore house, once we arrive Damon picks up the man and carries him into the house as the girl and I follow behind him.

“I hate that this is the way we meet. But I’m Athena.” I say to her.

“My name is Bonnie. I’m sure you’ve guessed it but I’m the local witch.” She says with a little sarcasm in the word “local”.

We walk over to Damon, I look at the books on the shelves as Damon and Bonnie talk. I hear chains being pulled out of the bag that Bonnie had brought in, “You wanna make yourself useful and help me, Athena,” Damon says looking up at me. I sigh and walk over and grab a chain from him.

“Whoa. Looks like this guy’s used to being tied up” Bonnie says. I look up to Damon smirking at me, knowing that he’s thinking about our past together. I just roll my eyes at him as I help tie the guy to the chair.

“So is this the Mason Lockwood guy. You and Jeremy were talking about?” I say looking between Bonnie and Damon.

“Yup and we need him to give up the moonstone. What are you doing?” He says looking at Bonnie.

“You’re looking for the moonstone like you just said. I’m just trying to help” Bonnie says, taking Mason’s head in her hands. Damon responds with multiple requests as Bonnie starts to search his mind.

“Somewhere small. dark. There’s water.” Bonnie describes.

“Like a sewer?” I ask trying to help her description

“No. Like a well? That can’t be right. Yeah. It’s a well.”

“Why would it be in a well?” Damon questions

“I told you, I only get what I get.” She says with some haste, looking at Damon. Then Mason wakes up and grabs Bonnie’s arm. My immediate response was to grab Mason’s hand to make him let go. She rushes out of the room.

“Hey, judgey! Thank you,” Damon says to Bonnie. I look at him in surprise when he said that. I stay in the room with them, curious about this moonstone business. I sit down on one of the couches as Damon starts to interrogate Mason or at least attempt to.

I sit on the couch watching Damon’s interrogation technique. Mason struggles in the chair we chained him to and ends up falling backward as Damon heats up the metal poker in the fire. He sticks the poker into Mason’s upper right chest.

“You can hurt – good to know. I was afraid you were gonna be some beast with no affinity for pain.” He says nonchalantly.

I start to open my mouth but Damon stops me, “If you don’t approve, you can leave.” He says looking at me. I just sit back and stay quiet.

Damon starts to question Mason about this Katherine girl but gets no answer. This goes on for some time but Damon still wasn’t successful. I then see Jeremy walk into the room with a box in hand. I walk over to the box he had just set down and start to take some of the stuff out as Damon makes some whiny comments about Jeremy being here. I stop when I notice a familiar dried herb.

“What is it?” Damon asks, noticing my hesitation.

“I did a search on my phone. It’s a plant. Aconitum Vulparia. It grows in the mountainous areas of the northern hemisphere. Commonly known as aconite, blue rocket, and” Jeremy starts to explain handing the herb to Damon.

“Wolfsbane,” I say interrupting Jeremy, as he looks at me confused.

“What else did you read?” Damon asks looking at Jeremy.

“Well, every source says something different. One myth says it causes lycanthropy, which sounds bogus. Another one says that it protects people and another one says, well, it’s toxic.” Jeremy explains as Mason groans and I tense up.

“I’m guessing toxic,” Damon says, noticing me tensing up and hearing Mason groan.

“You guessed right,” I say, touching my finger to the herb, displaying its ability to harm werewolves. I inhale sharply and hold my finger from the pain. I see Jeremy’s face light up as he comes to the realization that I’m a werewolf.

Damon goes back to interrogate Mason, using his new toy. I wince and turn away when the wolfsbane is shoved into his mouth. It’s like I could almost feel the burning sensation in my own throat that Mason was experiencing. Even with the wolfsbane, Damon was unsuccessful. After multiple failed attempts at getting answers, Jeremy interrupts and tells Damon that maybe he should stop. He ignores the comment and threatens to take Mason’s eyes. This causes Mason to finally give him answers to the many questions. Once Mason stops giving answers, I could see in  Damon’s eyes that he wanted to kill him, I guess to cover his tracks.

Damon tries to get rid of Jeremy, knowing that he disapproves of the actions that are about to take place. But Jeremy just stands his ground and Mason pleads to him in order to keep Tyler safe. I walk around the chair pushing Damon out of the way.

“I may not know you or  Tyler that well. But I assure you I won’t let that happen. I know what the curse does to a person, I’m a werewolf. And I would never wish the curse on anyone” I say looking at Mason. I could feel the annoyance radiating off Damon.

“You should go, Jeremy,” Damon says, not even really responding to what I said.

“I’m staying, Damon. He’s had enough.” Jeremy says and I stand up between Damon and Mason.

The next thing I know Damon super speeds towards Jeremy, slamming him into the couch, “You wanted to be a part of this? Well, here it is! Kill or be killed! The guy is a werewolf; he’d kill me the first chance he got! So, you suck it up or leave.” He says with a menacing look in his face and holding Jermy by the throat.

“Damon! Stop.” I say trying to stop him from killing Jeremy. The only response I get back is wolfsbane being slammed onto my arm. He only lets go of both Jeremy and me, after I let out a gut-wrenching scream from the pain. Jeremy gets up from the couch after catching his breath and leaves, I follow behind just glaring at Damon.

Once we make it to the hall Jeremy stops and turns around, “ Are you ok?” He asks, bringing my arm up to look at the burn mark left by the wolfsbane.

“Yeh, it’ll heal” I respond sighing and looking at the burn starting to disappear.

I sit in the great room, not wanting to see Damon, but also not wanting to go back to my unfurnished home just yet. After a few minutes, Stefan walks into the house, with what I assumed was the moonstone, in hand.

“You ok? What did my brother do this time.” He asks me with slight concern in his voice.

“Yeh, he used his leverage for Mason on me. Wolfsbane. I’m fine now. He was just riled up, I’m sure he’s just about done now.” I say looking over towards the library.

“Well let’s  go see what he’s up to now?” Stefan says walking up to the couch, offering his hand to help me up.

We walk to the library and are greeted with Damon rolling up Mason’s dead body in the blanket he placed down earlier. I stop at the top small set of stairs while Stefan goes to show Damon the moonstone. I listen to their little brotherly banter and watch as Damon dials a number on Mason’s phone. It ends up being Katherine. From what I gathered, I could tell that they used to be romantically involved with one another and possibly Stefan too from his physical responses. A few hours later, I leave Stephan in the library to think and Damon follows behind me into the great room.

“Well, I’m going home,” I say turning to Damon

“Or you could stay here,” Damon says stepping closer to me with a smirk on his face. “Now I’m sure that your house is empty since you just moved in. Getting rid of all that old furniture and all. And I’m sure you’d rather sleep in a bed than on a couch.”

I sigh and look to the side, “Fine, I haven’t even paid the power and heating bill yet anyways. Luckily when I came over my bag was filled with new clothes I had bought. I’ll go find a room” I say looking back up at his sculpted face.

“Orrrrrrr you could stay in mine,” Damon says stepping even closer, making our bodies almost touch.

“After what you did to me today, I don’t think so. Not to mention, it kind of hurt me when you left me two years ago.” I say referring to when he left me two years ago.

“I’m sorry, it was because I was caught up in the moment,” he says with an apologetic voice.

“That’s what you always say” I respond as Damon steps away. I notice that he does so because we’re interrupted by a crying Elena rushing out.

Damon turns to her, “Elena. I riled Katherine up. I - I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t think.” He says to her just before she opens the door.

“It doesn’t matter, Damon. She won. Katherine won.” Elena says with teary eyes, before walking out.

Damon looks back at me with an upset face, I had never seen him like this before. He must really care for these people, more care than he’s ever shown me at least. I take a deep breath, grab my bag and head upstairs, leaving him alone in the great room. Once I got upstairs, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to try to reconnect with Damon, so I looked for his room.

“You need help choosing a room?” I hear Stefan say walking up behind me.

“Ummm….I’m not sure if Damon told you this but we used to be involved with one another. I know it’s probably a mistake and I’m gonna regret it, but I thought that maybe we could possibly reconnect. So I’m looking for his room. That and I don’t think he’s gonna give me any other choice.” I say, half regretting what I just told him.

“It’s the one on the end,” He says pointing to the end of the corridor.

“Thanks,” I say and give him a hug, noticing that he’s upset. He hugs me back.

When I walk into Damon’s room I notice how big it is, including the ensuite bathroom. I set my stuff down by the dresser. I look up and notice a small familiar box sitting on the dresser. I open it up to find the moon-shaped necklace I lost when I was with him. It was a necklace that was given to me by my parents, at least I think so, I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.

I set it back down, start to undress and hop into the shower. It felt nice to clean myself off after today and gave myself time to think about what I’ve gotten myself into. When I finished showering and getting dressed to sleep, I was greeted by a shirtless Damon standing by the dresser.

“I see that you took my offer,” He says, continuing to rifle through his clothes in the dresser.

“I don’t think you’d take no for an answer,” I say walking over to him, he chuckles at my comment. I pick up the box that contained my necklace, “I thought I lost this forever” I say opening it up.

“I found it on some other girl. Of course, knowing it was yours and that it means a lot to you. I ripped it off her neck. You were already out of town before I could give it back to you. May I?” He says picking it up. I turn around allowing him to put the necklace around my neck.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, turning to face him, he gives me a little smile as he stares intently into my eyes.

Soon enough, I’m wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his soft ones. He hesitates at first but gives in. He picks me up allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He super speeds us over to his bed and starts to undress me, feeling every inch of my body.

A/N: Here is the first chapter! I know it may be a bit messy, but I wanted to introduce to Athena to all/most of the characters pretty fast, considering that this episode also allowed it. I’m also still trying to figure out how I want to write since there is a lot of characters and dialogue in TVD. I hope you enjoyed and please let me know what you think. Any advice would great as well! :)

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.10

When the others finally left for the night, Lance was mentally jumping for joy. Hunk was driving Shay home, Lance had his fingers, and toes, crossed that his best friend would finally profess his feelings. His joy lasted until his stomach rolled, telling him it was time to purge the human food he’d forced down the evening. Bolting for his upstairs bathroom, he gripped the toilet hard as his stomach rolled and everything was vomited out forcefully. Keith’s stupid blood was still in his system. The effects should have been wearing off by now, not lingering around like his unwanted house guest.

Hunched over as he heaved, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door

“Lance?”

Ugh. Shiro the goddamn hero. He was none too happy with him at the moment. Humans always made things so bloody complicated, no pun intended. Behind him the sink tap was turned on, the sound of the water hitting the basin was like a fucking waterfall again rocks, the noise coming to an end not a second too soon

“Here”

Gazing up with glassy eyes, Shiro was holding out a wet hand towel, Lance taking it from the man and draping it over his face. Thankfully Shiro had been kind enough not to turn the bathroom light on, though that hadn’t stopped him being stupid enough to put the damn cloth over his glasses

“Are you okay?”

“Fantastic”

“Can I do anything to help?”

“Yeah, you can keep your damn distance from Pidge”

Shiro shuffled his feet

“I...”

“If she knows, she’s going to want that bite. Matt is doing everything he can to protect his family, but Pidge... Pidge is so goddamn smart. Do you know what kind of situation you’ve put me in”

Lance heard the rustling of Shiro’s clothes before he felt man sitting down beside him

“I never thought she’d be Matt’s brother. It was stupid of me to speak out. Look. It’s not my place, but I know the look of someone haunted by the past. Speaking of Matt, that brought something up you’d rather not remember, didn’t it?”

“Someone should give you a damn medal. Shiro, you’re not my friend. You don’t know me. There’s nothing you can do to magically help”

“I can listen”

“Yeah, so you have more evidence to use against me when you finally kill me”

“It’s not like that...”

“Then what’s it like? Feeling pity for the sick vampire? Keeping him alive purely to help your brother? Now I’m left lying to Pidge for however long I’ve got left”

“I’m worried about you...”

Lance would have laughed if he wasn’t so shocked. What did Shiro have to worry about?

“... you’re not getting any better. You drank Keith’s blood to save him, and you’re still suffering from the effects. I don’t know what to do to help you”

“There’s nothing you can do”

“There has to be something”

“There isn’t”

“Then is there someone I can call? Someone who knows more about what’s going on?”

“I’m not going to bring a hunter onto the doorstep of anyone”

Shiro sighed

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let Keith take control of the mission. We haven’t reported back to our supervisors one way or the other. Your name came up flagged under suspicion of being a vampire with no confirmation. I don’t know who reported you, and I still don’t know what to make of you. You were polite and kind to both of us, yet helping Keith has made you this ill. Right now, I don’t want to kill you. I don’t know what to feel. You bit and turned my brother, yet you deny it. You openly socialise with humans, keeping as close to human as you can. You turned into a bat, despite claiming you carried no powers. All of this is confusing. Then there’s Keith. He’s my brother. My only brother. The only family I have here. I need to do what’s right for him”

“Then stop filling his head with ideas. He’s not a vampire. You enabling him isn’t helping anything. You guys can crash out in front of the TV if you want, help yourselves to whatever you want in the fridge. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow, so for now, let me just go to bed and be done with today”

“Lance, I...”

“If you say you’re sorry again, I can’t guarantee I won’t snap”

Shiro gave a nervous kind of a laugh, his hand squeezing Lance’s shoulder

“Alright. I get it. We’ll talk in the morning. Are you sure there isn’t anything I can get you?”

“I’ll be fine once your brother’s gross blood passes”

“That’s good to know”

*

Lance could hear Shiro and Keith talking about him as he laid in bed with Blue. Shiro was attempting to reason with Keith, who’d broken down over being bitten. His mouth ached, arm between his teeth as he rode through the pain of it all. This wasn’t normal, not for him. He needed to go see Coran. Coran would know what to do and how to help, and laying about in bed wasn’t going to magically cure him.

Dressing, it was a little after two in the morning when he crept down his stairs. So many thoughts were trying to push themselves to the forefront of his mind, yet none were clear enough to reach out grab. Stepping off the last step, the light in the lounge room flicked on, Shiro appearing in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes like Lance had woken him up

“Lance?”

“Go back to bed, Shiro”

“Going somewhere?”

“To get some blood”

Shiro saw through his lie

“Dressed and with your car keys?”

“Going to get some blood from Platt?”

Lance cringed at his tone, and at his big mouth

“Great, I’ll come for the drive then”

“Shiro...”

“You’re in no condition to drive yourself anywhere. It’d be irresponsible to let you go alone”

“What about Keith?”

“If you’re going to see some one about blood, then they have to know what’s going on with him... Your arm’s bleeding”

Lance looked down at the dark patch spreading across his sleeve. He’d bandaged his arm, but for some reason he was still bleeding

“It’s nothing. Look, go back to bed and we’ll talk in the morning”

“I can’t do that”

“Leave me alone!”

Shit. As if Shiro hadn’t caught enough of his bad mood of late

“I’m sorry, Shiro. I’ll be back by morning, but I can’t take you where I need to go. You’re not one of us. They wouldn’t even let you inside the lobby”

“Look, it’s late. I think you should go back to bed and we can all talk about this in the morning”

And what if he flipped out in the mean time? What if he really was as bad Keith thought he was? He didn’t want to hurt Shiro... or Keith for that matter. Maybe shave Keith’s mullet off, but not hurt him physically

“I can’t do that”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s something wrong with me and I don’t want either of you being hurt. Please, Shiro, I have to go. I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible”

“How can I trust that you’ll be back?”

“I’d never leave Blue. Plus Pidge would be merciless if I went missing. I can’t do that to her and Hunk”

“Alright... just... stay safe”

“You, too”

The drive to Platt passed in a blur, Lance doing well above the speed limit in the long straights of the road. The city it’s self never seemed to sleep, but the roads were clear as Lance slowed to the posted limits, the last thing he needed was a speeding fine, or to bite a cop. Parking in front of “Castle Altea”, the building front marketed itself as a 24 hour bookshop catering to the obscure. The whole block was actually owned by the organisation Coran ran, shop owners paid half the price of rent in the area, probably thanks to the complex that ran beneath their feet. Gripping his arm, he just about fell out the driver’s side, head swimming to the point he thought he’d vomit.

Passing through the bookstore, the woman behind the counter hit the button under the desk to let him straight through the back doors and into the elevator that’d take him down to Coran’s first level. There were only two buttons in lift, one up to the bookshop and one down to “VOLTRON”, the name of outreach network for Platt. Lance knew the “V” stood for “vampire” and the “L” stood for “lycanthropes”, and maybe the end “ON” stood for “outreach network”, but the others he’d been clueless on. He didn’t really need to know the name, only that he was going to the only truly safe place for him in his current situation. He couldn’t even tell how many metres the lift went down, but the more the better right now.

The doors open to bright lights of the reception, Coran pausing mid pace, before rushing over to him

“Lance, what happened to you, my boy?”

“Mercury... poisoning...”

“Oh, my boy. You came to the right place. Here, lean on me. How’s your hunger?”

Lance felt so awful he didn’t even know if he was hungry. Coran felt safe and warm, his arm slipping around Lance, deceptively strong as he took his weight

“My teeth really hurt... all of me hurts... Coran, I’m scared”

“Hush, my boy. We’ll get to the bottom of this. You’re safe here”

“Thank you... I’m sorry... for turning up like this”

“Nonsense. Let’s get you comfortable”

Taken down another two levels, the doors opened to the medical floor. Coran leading him to the first available examination room, and assisting up onto the examination bed. Whimpering at the lights overhead, Coran switched them off, leaving the lighting in the room to come from the computer in the corner and the lights under the bed

“Hypersensitivity... Atypical for simple poisoning. Lance, can you tell me what happened?”

“Hunter”

Coran let out a small gasp

“A hunter?”

“Poisoned himself with silver and mercury... sucked it out of him... I’ve never fed off a human before... Coran.... what did I do?”

Coran smiled softly at him, brushing Lance’s sweaty fringe off his forehead

“You did a brave thing. Mercury in blood makes it very potent. I suspect the trauma of your first feed and the metal have come together to make a rather nasty combination for you. How long ago was it since you bit them?”

“Wednesday...”

“Oh, my boy. Let’s do a full work up. You’ve been through enough trauma as it is. Have you had any blood since?”

“A bag and a bit... it’s not helping”

“Alright. Let me see what I can do. You relax, you’re safe here, Lance. This is a safe place”

“I didn’t want to bring you trouble”

“Hush now. No ones going to get you. Close your eyes and just relax”

Lance felt eyelids start to grow heavy, Coran’s words a spell on his senses as he felt himself slump completely against the bed beneath him. Coran knew his traumas... Coran knew everything about his life. He shouldn’t have left Shiro and Keith at his house... but coming here was the right thing to do.

Allura came in as they waited for his blood tests. With practiced hands she set up an IV line, direct to a fresh bag of blood. Coran had helped him out his jacket, mortified he’d bitten himself to starve off the pain of his teeth

“Lance, it’s Allura. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m going to take a look at your arm”

“Hey, ‘llura. Sorry for the trouble”

“Nonsense. Coran said you had a run in with some hunters. We knew there were new guys in town, yet I hardly expected they’d go after to you”

Why wouldn’t they go after him? He shouldn’t exist according to them

“I bit a human... I’m going to be put down”

“You’re not going to be put down. You’re not a typical vampire, but you’ve got a kind heart. You’d never hurt a human if you could help it”

Tell that to his teeth... and Keith’s fist

“I still did it”

“Lance, you’ve always been kind and sensitive. I promise you that we’ll get this all sorted”

As Allura applied ointment to his wound, Lance let himself float. His mind that was, not his body. Shiro was wrong, he couldn’t turn into a bat. And he was handling being caught out rather poorly. If Shiro and Keith did hunt the big bad things in the night, then he should be grateful. They’d probably saved countless lies by not thinking twice, whereas he was laying here being completely useless. He’d never killed a vampire, not even when tempted by their behaviour. As she worked, Allura hummed along, her humming somewhat soothing his headache. He liked Allura. She was smart, pretty, funny, and brave. She had so many things going on, yet she wore all her pressures on his delicate shoulders with grace

“Healing has already begun, it should heal without a scar. But do try to take it easy for the next few days”

“Thanks, Allura. I’m still really sorry for how I showed up”

“Nonsense. I would have been mad with you if you hadn’t come to us. Have you got enough blood at home to see you over?”

“The hunter’s got to it. Trashed my house, waited for me to come home, the whole nine yards”

“Do you need help with the repairs? Furniture replacement? Is your home safe to return to?”

“Yeah. No, I’ll be fine. I’ve got somewhere to go”

“If you’re not safe, you can stay here for as long as you need”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m safe for now. I’ll take some blood though. Healing this is has taken more than I expected”

“Anything you add blood too amplifies it’s effectiveness. Being stabbed by a mercury dipped dagger has a much different affect than ingesting it”

Lance hummed

“I didn’t think about it like that”

The room to the examination room slid open, Coran letting himself in. Allura smiling at him, their conversation now dead in its tracks

“Sorry to interrupt. Allura, how’s our boy doing?”

“His arm’s started healing. He seems more lucid too. I would like to see him in three weeks for reassessment. I’ll be logging 21 bags of blood on his record, I don’t trust that his supply hasn’t been tainted”

Tainting the blood seemed too much effort to be a Keith move. Shiro had the patience, but he’d brought him up blood to help him heal... poisoning Lance was a sure way to ruin any chance of getting information from him

“Excellent. Now, Lance, I’ve got your results right here. Silver and mercury were found in your bloody, both in trace amounts. My advice would be draining what we can from your system, then rehydrating you”

“How long will that take?”

“Twelve hours, give or take. Then a nice nap in your grave dirt, for a couple of hours, just to make sure no hidden nasties are left in your system”

“I don’t have time to do that”

“I’m sorry, my dear boy. You’ll need to make the time. Your levels across the board are all over the place, and you’ve had quite the shock. Anything else could affect your will power to fight the curse. You could find yourself performing actions with no memory of the event”

Stupid fucking Keith. This is what he got for helping him, when he didn’t deserve it. They’d barely talked, not when the man hated him with the passions of a thousand suns. Now he was stuck being drained like a car having it oil changed. He’d be breaking his word to Shiro. He’d said he’d be back in the morning, now he was going to be stuck in Platt until mid afternoon at the earliest

“Coran, I need to make a phone call... I need to let my friend know I’ll be back later than planned”

“Sure, my boy. Do you know the number?”

Shiro’s number? That was a no. He knew his home phone number because he still had a land line. Pidge had laughed and called it “antiquated”, no one had house landlines anymore, according to her. Lance wasn’t about to take advice from someone who’d never he the displeasure of growing up with one family landline in the living room where everyone overheard your conversation. Lance didn’t know Keith’s number either, not that Keith would answer if he did

“They’re at my house. They insisted on sleeping over in case someone came back”

“Oh, dear. You must be worried about them. Give them a quick ring and let them know you’re all safe and sound”

Shiro didn’t answer the home phone when Lance rang, Lance leaving a message on the off chance Keith decided he snoop about in Lance’s office again, Lance quickly explained he needed to stay in Platt longer to sort the situation he was experiencing, and that it was best for everyone involved if he remained until the afternoon. Taken from the examination room once the IV had run through, he was taken to a much more depressing room that held a vertical board for a bed. Thick straps came off the sides, his head, neck, arms, legs and torso all strapped down, preventing him from escaping should he flip out from being drained. The device looked barely a step above something that’d be used to hold prisoners being tortured

“Now, this is going to be quite painful and uncomfortable for you. I know you only ingested trace amounts, but the stress has made your system a bit, shall we say, whacky. We’re going to introduce a sedative to your system, before running a line from your jugular. You’ll be both awake and asleep for the procedure. The injection keeps the brain from registering and reacting. All very safe, all very well researched. We’ve had particular success with werewolves poisoned with wolfsbane”

“Alright. Do what you need to do. I don’t want to feel like this anymore”

“You’ll feel good as new when we’re done. Then we can have ourself a talk”

The bed behind him was stiff, the whole room white, and the straps cold against his skin. Cool air was pushed through the single vent in the room above the doorway, as Lance waited for the injection in the back of his neck to kick in. He should really be billing Keith for his time. From Wednesday until now, at douchebag wanker lawyer fees, the man would be pushing three grand for all the time Lance had wasted thinking about him. Was Keith fighting with Shiro as he “lay” here? Was he still going on about being bitten and turned while Shiro didn’t balls up and prove to him that he was still human? Keith should know better. Shiro should know much better. Those purple eyes that seemed to see his soul were bright and unclouded. A rare fire burned behind them, not the fire of a confident man, but the fire of someone who still very much alive in the human world. Keith had his whole life ahead of him, yet he must have his reasons for joining the Blades. If only Keith and Shiro could have both walked away, Shiro wouldn’t have lost his partner, and Keith could have a normal happy life without the bloodshed and fear of being turned. Why the fuck was he stuck now thinking on the man who hated his guts. Keith hadn’t even been willing to talk, let alone listen. He was hot headed and rash, leaping before he looked... Keith was going to be pissy that he’d skipped out on explaining things in the morning. Coran would fix Lance right up, only for Lance to go home and die. Letting out a sigh, Lance closed his eyes. When he’d been 18 he’d had to spend three months sleeping as he made his death soil. If a wounded vampire could get back to their death soil, most damage could be overcome... His death soil now sat in his garden, but he did have a shoe box of soil in his wardrobe, to remind him not to get too comfortable in his current life...

[fantastic-bby]

I’ll Fight For You

Pairing: Reader x Mingi

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst, fluff, Vampire au

Summary: Your’re in a relationship with a KPop idol who also happens to be a vampire who’s forced to save you when he comes home to you missing.

A/n: In honour of Mingi’s beautiful tiddies, I’ve decided to post his story earlier. San’s will be posted on Monday. 

Warning: Violence, blood, kidnapping, 

You stood on the balcony of your apartment, your breath coming out in mists as you waited for your boyfriend to come home. The first snowfall has just begun and you were watching the snowflakes slowly fall from the sky. The sound of a door opening and closing made you turn around to see Mingi entering your home in a disheveled state. 

“(Y/n)-ah?” He called out. He came out onto the balcony after a while and you frowned at the bruises on his face .

“What happened, Jagiya?” You asked, your hand reaching to the cut on his lip. 

“Got into a fight with Jongho and he threw a table at me.” He looked at you sheepishly. You took his hand and brought him inside, sitting him down on the couch as you grabbed your first aid kit. “Jagiya, I’m fine. I promise.” He said but it didn’t stop you as you started dabbing his lip with an alcohol swab, earning a hiss from him. 

“You need to stop getting into fights with him. You know he’s stronger than you are.” You said as you swiped disinfectant cream on his lip. 

“He started it.” He pouted at you but you simply scrunched your nose at him. “Kiss?” He reached his arms out at you. 

“Disinfectant cream.” You shook your head. Instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, enticing a giggle out of you. He put his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, 

“You smell really nice. I miss you.” He mumbled. You wrapped your arms around his back and pulled yourself closer to him, feeling yourself warm up in his embrace. You felt his teeth poking at the skin of your neck, 

“Hungry?” You asked, pulling away slightly to see his brown eyes had turned a deep red colour and a pair of fangs poking out from under his upper lip. 

“I’m sorry I have to drink from you. I haven’t been able to feed since two weeks ago.” His eyes were sad, but he must’ve been starving and you knew he would never drink from you unless he really needed it. You knew he could last a few extra hours with eating human food which meant if he was asking from you it meant he couldn’t hold out any longer.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anyway." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled at you warmly and moved his mouth you your neck. You felt your body tense up slightly, the sting from your neck growing as he punctured your skin with his fangs. You could feel your blood flowing to your neck and your body starting to feel weak to the point where your grip started to loosen and you were starting to lean backwards. His hand on your back kept you upright as your vision started to blur and you blacked out.

"(Y/n)?" Your eyes opened to a very concerned looking Mingi. You looked around and noticed you were lying in your bed, slivers of sunlight was shining through the barely open curtains. You tried to move but your body felt too weak to even sit up. "Hey, no, don't move." He reached beside him and handed you a glass of orange juice, "I may have drank too much from you. I'm sorry." He sighed.

"It's okay." You felt your energy returning to you slowly after you finished the glass and managed to slowly sit up to look at Mingi.

"You passed out while I was feeding and you weren't waking up." He pulled the empty glass out of your hand to place on the bedside table sat beside you, letting you cuddle into his side. 

"Hmm, I don't mind. It keeps you alive." You hummed, letting your finger trace circles on his bare chest. He rested his cheek on your head and pulled you closer to him. You both cherished moments like these. It wasn't easy being the girlfriend of a KPop idol and it was harder since he was a vampire which meant daytime activities were limited. Mingi had found a way to sustain himself in the sunlight but he can only spend a few hours before he started to feel the burn from the sun. It wasn’t just him either, the entire of ATEEZ were vampires, but among all of them Mingi was the strongest.

He had more self control, is able to sustain himself in the sun longer, his abilities were the strongest out of all of theirs and he could eat human food to hold out his bloodthirst longer than the other guys. His ability to teleport could take him the furthest, his telekinesis the most stable and Jongho was the only one who beat him in terms of strength. But being a group of vampires also meant that they would have to fend themselves off from other vampires. They were powerful as a team. Their synergy when they were together was strong enough to create some kind of a barrier from the outside world, making them able to hide their vampire essence from others who wanted to take them down. 

As the days passed, Mingi was coming home in a beaten condition more often. You were growing more concerned of course. He was starting to lose time to feed and you worried that his abilities were growing weaker. But he reassured you when you expressed your concerns, showing you that his abilities were still at their peak and that he was still in shape to protect himself if he was on his own. His words etched in your memory, “If I ever need to fight for you or me, I’ll fight harder for you.”

You followed him into the studio that day. He wanted to grab lunch with you and you decided if you followed him he wouldn’t have to come all the way back to pick you up since he was worried another vampire would kill you if you were on your own.

“Noona!” Jongho ran into you, sending both of you tumbling to the floor. 

“Jongho! Calm down!” You squealed when you hit the floor. “You’re going to hurt your ankle again.” You scolded him. 

“Jongho,” Mingi put a hand on his shoulder, sending him a warning look which made him climb off of you. 

“Mingi hyung has been cranky since yesterday.” Jongho whined and scowled at Mingi before walking back to where Seonghwa was. Mingi helped you up,

“You okay?” He whispered at you, linking his arm with yours to help balance you even after you nodded. 

“I’m fine, Jagiya. Don’t worry about you.” You rubbed his bicep gently and he nodded, a worried expression not leaving his face. You felt Hongjoong teleport behind you, 

“Mingi, don’t tell me you…” He trailed off and you turned around to see him looking right at your neck. Your hair moved off your shoulder and the bitemarks wouldn’t disappear for another day or so, making it obvious that Mingi had in fact fed from you. Your hand went to your neck to cover the bite mark but all of them already got the message. 

“You fed from (Y/n)?” Seonghwa spoke up, making you turn around to see him glaring at Mingi. “You know how dangerous it is to feed from a person we know.” He scolded him. 

“Seonghwa oppa, I’m fine.” You spoke up to defend Mingi, “I only let him if he really needs it. He won’t ask otherwise.” You explained, taking Mingi’s hand in yours. Seonghwa shot you a worried look but you could tell he was still angry at Mingi when he turned on his heel to walk towards the sound system. Mingi looked at you with pursed lips, 

“Sorry, they get overly worried about you.” His voice was slightly louder than a whisper but soft enough that the others wouldn’t hear you talking. “Go sit over there with Soyoung noona. The dance crew is here to show us a new choreo, so you can sit with them while you wait for me, okay?” He pointed to the group of dancers and you nodded. You saw Soyoung waving at you to sit next to her since she was the only girl there. 

“You want me to cover that up for you?” She gestured to the bite marks and you nodded, 

“Thanks, unnie.” You thanked her softly as she pulled out her cosmetics pouch, “I ran out of concealer and I have yet to go out and buy more. If I had more I would’ve covered it up so that they wouldn’t see it.” You explained, silently beating yourself up for getting Seonghwa upset with Mingi. But Soyoung subconsciously read your mind,

“Don’t get too beaten up over it. Mingi’s lucky he has you,” She said as she dabbed your neck with concealer, “My boyfriend lets me feed from him when I really need to and I think I would’ve gone into a frenzy if he wasn’t here.” She smiled at you, “Before Mingi left the studio yesterday he looked like he was going to lose it. His eyes were turning red and he fought with Jongho because Jongho had found fresh blood and he didn’t tell anyone about it. I don’t think he knew how hungry Mingi was since they don’t exactly share their feeding schedules but it pushed Mingi over the edge.” She explained, sighing slightly, “I wish they told us when they needed blood. Some of the BB Trippin’ crew are vampires and we could help them find some blood if they asked.” She reached into her pouch and pulled out a compact to show you your covered up bite marks. 

“Thanks, unnie.” You thanked her again when you saw how clean your neck looked.

“(Y/n),” Dahan spoke up beside you and handed you a cookie, “Eat it. If Mingi fed from you then you should eat something to regain your energy.” You thanked him as you bit into the cookie. 

“Soyoung Unnie, Dahan oppa, can I ask something?” Dahan and Soyoung nodded. “Which of the dancers are vampires?” You asked. 

“I’m one,” Soyoung pointed to her self, “Dahan sunbaenim, Uzin sunbaenim, Jaemin sunbaenim and Chan sunbaenim.” You looked around at the dancers as she said their names, “We feed on the same schedule. It makes it more convenient and it’s slightly easier to work in groups.”

“They should fix a schedule too.” Dahan gestured to the ATEEZ members, “If they keep it up, it’ll make it harder for them to find blood when they’re on the road.” You turned to Mingi, watching as he danced in front of the mirror. 

“Wouldn’t want the LA incident to happen again.” Hanbyul muttered from the corner of the group, earning a slap on the arm by Soyoung. “Ow!” He looked at her with a scowl as she sent him a glare.

“LA incident?” You questioned. 

“We’re not supposed to let her know.” Hojun spoke through gritted teeth from where he was. 

“She was bound to figure out anyway.” He pouted at them. Soyoung rolled her eyes at him and looked at Dahan. Dahan sighed, 

“While we were in LA last year, before their debut, Mingi went into a frenzy. He hadn’t fed since they landed in America but the others had found their ways to feed.” 

“He almost killed Sangwoo sunbaenim.” Hanbyul butted in, earning another slap from Soyoung. He glared at her, lying down with his legs on Dahan’s lap. Your eyes widened, 

“Isn’t Sangwoo oppa..”

“Our leader? Yeah,” Dahan pursed his lips, “Sangwoo sunbaenim said he understood that what happened was only because he lost control. But we’re worried it might happen again since their tour’s coming up in a few months.” 

“Mingi felt really bad about it. If I read his mind all he thinks about is you, dancing and what he did. Which is why he started working harder to find a schedule.” Soyoung said, turning to look at Mingi, “He’s been working really hard lately. We’re trying to help supply them as much as we can but if they don’t fix a proper feeding schedule then it’ll be a problem.” You turned your attention to Mingi as well, watching as all of them were practicing with the guidance of Sangwoo, Jaemin and Uzin.

“How do you guys fix a schedule?” You asked when you turned back to the dancers, “Don’t you need like people?”

“We found a way to harvest blood and carry pints around to drink every two weeks.” Dahan reached into his bag and pulled out a small thermo flask. He handed it to you and you opened it, seeing the thick, red liquid swish around inside the bottle when you gently swirled the bottle. “We freeze it when we’re not using it and we heat it up to body temperature before we drink it. Cold blood doesn’t taste that nice.” His nose scrunched in disgust as he thought about it. You closed the bottle and handed it back to him. 

“If we really need blood but we don’t have time to find a person we buy frozen pig’s blood. Tastes about the same but it doesn’t give us the same amount of energy so we have to feed every week if we’re left with that.” Soyoung spoke up. 

“Frozen pig’s blood also makes the freezer smells like shit. So I’m glad they don’t use it that much.” Hanbyul commented. 

“You keep complaining one day I’m going to make you drink it.” Soyoung scowled at him, “Aish, so whiny.” Hanbyul stuck his tongue out at her in retaliation. She glared at him once again before turning back to you but you weren’t looking at the dancers anymore. You were focused on Mingi’s dancing, amazed at the way his body was keeping up with the song. “(Y/n),” Soyoung tapped on your knee to get your attention back to her, “I advise you to talk to Mingi. Ask him to see if he can convince the other members to fix a schedule. You should also keep some pig’s blood in your freezer. He can’t feed from you every time he’s about to go into a frenzy.” Her face was full of concern. So was Dahan’s. “You could actually die if he feeds from you even if its every month.” You bit your lip as you thought about it. 

“We don’t want to scare you, but we need to look out for them and we need to look out for their loved ones too.” Dahan gave you a half smile. 

“Just because Mingi’s the strongest out of all of them doesn’t mean he can stop himself completely when he’s gone into a frenzy.” Jaemin spoke up from behind you. He was wiping the sweat off of his face with a face towel. “Once a vampire goes into a frenzy, no human can stop them. Which is why when he went into a frenzy on Sangwoo hunbaenim I had to rip him off of him and force my arm into his mouth so that he would drink my blood. A frenzied vampire won’t stop until they’ve drank enough blood to control themselves.” 

“And another vampire’s blood is the only blood that a frenzied can drink to return back to its stable state without killing it’s prey.” Dahan nodded. “If a vampire ever goes into a frenzy on a human, they’ll drink until they’ve completely dried up the human. But a pint of vampire’s blood is equivalent to two pints of a human’s.” 

“Pig’s blood is half of a human’s. Which is why we drink more pig’s blood if that’s all we can get our hands on.” Soyoung continued, “But if we have vampire blood, we won’t need to feed for a whole month.” 

“Is that why vampires go after other vampires? So they can feed less often?” You asked. All three of them nodded. 

“If that’s the case then stop feeding from me when I’m sleeping.” Hanbyul sat up and punched Dahan’s arm. “Go drink from Sangwoo sunbaenim or Soyoung hunbaenim.” He whined. 

“Drinking from Sangwoo sunbaenim is rude and Soyoung hunbaenim’s boyfriend would kill me.” Dahan pushed Hanbyul’s leg off of his lap. “Plus you sleep like a rock.” He stuck his tongue out at him, both of them whining at each other while Soyoung scolded them for acting like babies. You turned back to Mingi who caught your gaze and waved at you briefly. You smiled and waved back at him. 

~

“So what do you feel like eating?” Mingi asked as you both left the KQ building. 

“Whatever you feel like.” You hummed. 

“Yang nyum chicken or bulgogi?” He asked you, taking your hand into the pocket of his winter jacket to keep your hand warm. Your eyes sparked, 

“Bulgogi!” His face lit up at your excitement and he nodded, 

“Bulgogi it is then.” As you both walked down the sidewalk, you remembered Soyoung’s advice and you turned your head to Mingi, 

“Jagiya,” You spoke up, making him turn to you, “Soyoung told me about what happened in LA.” Mingi froze in his tracks, his hand tightening around yours. He pulled you to the side and looked at you. He looked scared. 

“You’re not scared of me, are you? It only happened because we couldn’t find any blood and we ran out of pig’s blood and,” He started to stutter, his eyes were filling with tears and you quickly pulled your hand out of his pocket to cup his face with both your hands. 

“Mingi, calm down.” You spoke softly at him, keeping his eyes on yours, “I’m not scared of you, I promise.” He started to calm down, his hand reaching up to your right hand. “But I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell me. I would’ve stocked up the freezer with pig’s blood if I knew that happened.” 

“I didn’t want to scare you.” His hand squeezed yours, “I didn’t want you to run away from me.” He turned his head away but you saw the tear run down his face. You turned his head back so he was facing you, your thumb wiping away the single tear, 

“I’m not going to run away from you, okay?” You gave him a gentle smile, “I love you. A lot. And if I was scared of you I wouldn’t be with you right now. I feel safe around you, okay?” He nodded, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. You wrapped your arm around his bicep as you started walking again. “On the way home, we’ll stop by a market and I’ll buy you frozen pig’s blood, okay? We need to get you and the others on a schedule too so invite them over tonight so you can share it with them.” He hummed in response, stopping you for a moment. 

“Thank you, Jagiya.” He smiled and pressed his lips to yours. 

~

Mingi walked into your apartment, his phone dropping out of his hand when he saw the disarray of the apartment. He felt his heart drop and he felt like he was going to throw up.

“(Y/n)?!” He ran through every room. He picked up his phone, pressing Yunho’s number, his body was shaking, making it hard for him to hold the phone steadily to his ear. “H-Hyung, come over p-please.” Yunho didn’t need any explanation and hung up immediately. He appeared in Mingi’s kitchen, his eyes widening with the state of his best friend’s apartment. “(Y/n)’s missing.” Mingi looked at him with glassy eyes.

“Mingi, I told you I foresaw this.” Yunho wasn’t trying to make him more frantic, but when he told Mingi he had a vision of you disappearing, Mingi brushed it off. “I told you to trust my vision and you didn’t.”

“Where did they take her?” Mingi stormed up to Yunho, “Did you see them where they were going?! Your vision, hyung, your vision!” He grabbed onto Yunho’s shoulders, “Hyung where did they take her?!” He yelled at him. 

“I don’t know! This is why I told you to keep her with with another vampire at all times!” Yunho pushed Mingi off of him.

“Where’s Yeosang? I need his sight.” Mingi one of your necklaces before leaving, slamming the door behind him as he and Yunho ran to Yeosang’s apartment. The thought of teleporting slipped both their racing minds, but his apartment was only 5 minutes away with the speed that they were running. Mingi was banging on the door frantically, the door opening to a sleepy Yeosang with messy hair. 

“What are you doing?” He grumbled. Mingi held your necklace in front of him, 

“Find her.” He said, looking at him with pleading eyes. Yeosang looked at the necklace then at Mingi before realising what had happened. He nodded, letting Mingi and Yunho into his apartment. Yeosang went over to Wooyoung’s door, knocking on it and opening the door. 

“(Y/n) disappeared.” He said to Wooyoung who was sitting on his bed in the darkness, the light of his laptop shining on his face. He quickly shut his laptop and scrambled out of bed, heading out of the room and into San’s bedroom. San emerged from the bedroom, his hair messy with Wooyoung following behind him. 

“Has anyone called the others?” Wooyoung asked.

“I called Hongjoong and told him to wake up Seonghwa. Jongho just woke up, he’s on the way here now.” Yunho nodded. 

“Yeosang, hyung, please hurry.” Mingi stopped pacing and looked at Yeosang with pleading eyes. Yeosang nodded sitting on the dining table and clutching your necklace in your hands. 

“You two,” Mingi turned to Wooyoung and San, “Get changed. The moment we can pin her location we go after her.” They both nodded and disappeared into their rooms. Yeosang closed his eyes, holding your necklace in both hands and pressing it to his forehead. The door knocked and Yunho opened it to reveal Jongho, 

“Hyung, what’s going on?” He asked Yunho. Yunho had called Jongho without explaining anything to him while they were running to Yeosang’s apartment. 

“My vision came true, (Y/n) is missing.” Yunho told him. Jongho’s eyes widened and he froze, 

“(Y/n) noona? She’s missing?” He slipped off his coat and put it on the counter.

“The apartment’s a fucking mess, our shit’s all over the place.” Mingi explained, his head in his hands as he sat on the couch. The sound of the keypad being pressed came from the door and Seonghwa opened the door with Hongjoong following. Wooyoung and San stepped out of their rooms and everyone except Mingi gathered around the dining table, intently waiting for Yeosang’s reading. His eyes were moving under his eyelids, his mouth twitching.

He started to mutter out unintelligible words, his eyes not opening. San moved his head closer to Yeosang’s mouth, trying to listen. Yeosang continued to whisper what sounded like an address. San moved away when Yeosang let out a choked gasp and slammed his hands on the table, blood started to drip from his nose as he breathed heavily, “She’s in Gangnam with a group of vampires. Whoever took her,” He paused to cough, a small splatter of blood hitting the table, “Is either on their way to Gangnam or has already reached Gangnam.” Jongho handed him a tissue and he wiped the blood off of his face and the table.

“Yeosang, change. We’re going to Gangnam.” Mingi said as he stood up. Yeosang nodded and quickly stumbled into his room. Mingi went over to the table to pick up your necklace. 

“Hyung, if anything happens to her we’re going to kill whoever took her.” Jongho said as he put a hand on his shoulder. Mingi nodded, putting your necklace into the pocket of his shirt. As soon as Yeosang came out of the room he came to the dining table. 

“Yeosang, are you okay?” Mingi asked in which Yeosang nodded, wiping the last of his blood off of his lips. “Good, there’s only one way we can reach them in time.” They exchanged glances among each other and then all of their eyes landed on Jongho. He looked at his hyungs, 

“Woah, what’s with the look?” He backed up a bit. They all knew he was the weakest one among all of them in terms of his vampiric abilities because he was the youngest. “I can teleport better now. I’ve been practicing. Trust me.” He reassured them and they all nodded. 

“Yeosang, the location. Send it to us.” Hongjoong told Yeosang who nodded and closed his eyes. The same address he saw in his vision appeared in all of theirs and they got ready. 

“Hyung,” Mingi turned to Yeosang, “Send that place to Soyoung noona and tell her to come and make sure (Y/n) gets to safety.” Yeosang nodded, closing his eyes. “Whatever happens, the goal is to make sure (Y/n) is safe.” They all nodded. Yeosang opened his eyes,

“She knows where to go.” He said. They put their arms on each other’s shoulders, right foot out, 

“8 makes 1 team, fighting!” They chanted. They all looked at each other, their arms not leaving their shoulders as the started the process. Their eyes opened to an alleyway, the sound of the nightlife of Gangnam filling their ears. 

“Yeosang, mind open.” Mingi told him. “Your telepathy is the strongest out of all of us. If you can see her, tell us. San, the moment Yeosang can pinpoint her location, you and Jongho have to get there first. Jongho you just need to hold them off until we can get there and San’s the fastest out of all of us. We can’t risk teleporting.” He paused to turn to Yeosang who was trying to catch his breath. “Wooyoung, use your nose if you can smell her. Seonghwa, use your ears and listen for her. Hongjoong, you and Yunho haven’t fed yet, right?” He asked. Both of them shook their heads, “Get ready for a feast boys. We might be able to pack ourselves vampire blood.” All of their eyes flashed red with excitement. Seonghwa’s head lifted, his head turning to the outside of the alleyway,

“I hear her.” He quickly ran out of the alley with the others following behind him. He started running down the sidewalk towards your direction.

“We’re getting closer, I can smell her blood.” Wooyoung huffed out, the cold air making it hard for them to breathe properly as they ran. 

“Wait, wait, I can see her.” Yeosang stopped running, the rest of them stopping with him. He closed his eyes and all of them saw you in the alley, three vampires surrounding you. Mingi turned to San and he nodded, grabbing Jongho’s wrist and they were gone. The 6 of them ran towards your direction. Mingi could hear your voice in his head, crying out for him in fear before slowly going silent and he was fearing the worst. 

They reached the alley to see Jongho holding down two vampires, holding one of them by the wrist and stepping on the other one as San held off the third one. 

“You touch my noona one more time and I’ll kill you.” The youngest spat at the one he was holding. Mingi ran past them, finding your pale form sitting on the ground on a melting mount of snow in just your sweater and sweatpants, three pairs bite marks on your arms. 

“Fuck, Jagiya.” He fell to his knees, taking off his coat he wrapped it around you and picked you up, turning around to see Soyoung standing in the entrance of the alleyway. She ran over when she saw him carrying you. “Noona, take her to your place.” She nodded, putting you on her back.

“What about you?” She asked. 

“It’s about time we get a feeding schedule fixed.” He said, turning around to see Seonghwa slamming one of the vampires against the brick wall repeatedly, blood starting to spurt from his mouth. “Make sure she’s safe.” Soyoung nodded, looking behind herself at you as you watched everything, your eyes barely able to make out what was happening before you were being placed on a couch. Soyoung tucked you under a blanket and went into her kitchen to grab some food for you. 

“(Y/n),” Soyoung gently shook you so that you stayed awake, “Don’t fall asleep. Drink this.” She held a glass of milk to your lips and you sipped on it slowly. She held a spoon up, feeding you soup until you felt yourself able to sit up and feed yourself. Your body was shaken up, the metal spoon heavy in your hands. “Do you remember what happened?” She asked, sitting on the couch beside you. 

“I remember.” You whispered out since it was the only tone your voice seemed to be able to reach at the moment. “I was on the balcony. I was waiting for Mingi to come home and suddenly I heard glass breaking in the kitchen and stuff moving around the apartment. I turned around and they were coming in my direction and grabbed me. Suddenly I was in the alley and they started biting me and Jongho and San came out of nowhere and Jongho pulled them off of me. It started getting blurry, but I heard Jongho shouting and Mingi was in front of me.” You sipped on the soup, feeling the warmth of it heating up your freezing body. You put the bowl of soup down and wrapped Mingi’s coat around you tighter. “Oh my god, Mingi!” You shot up, stumbling back onto the couch as Soyoung steadied you and sat you onto the couch. 

“He’s fine. It’s eight against three.” She reassured you, “He said the goal was getting you safe.” She rubbed your back as you held onto your head, trying to massage away the throbbing headache. The knock on Soyoung’s door made her head over, opening it to reveal Mingi, disheveled and his face covered in blood. “Holy shit, Mingi.” She looked at him in shock but he looked past her and to you. 

“(Y/n)!” He pushed past Soyoung and over to you. You pulled your head out of your hands, 

“Mingi! What happened to you?!” You gasped at the sight of his bloodied face. Your hands hovering over his face. 

“I-I, They were pretty strong. Much more prepared to fight other vampires than we thought but we took care of them.” Soyoung approached you two with a wet rag. You took it out of her hands and gently wiped the blood off of Mingi’s face. With the blood gone you could see the bruises and cuts that scattered his face. 

“Oh, Jagiya, you’re beautiful face.” You put the rag on the coffee table and cupped his face. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.” He pulled you into a hug, his hand brushing your hair gently, “That’s all that matters.” He pulled away from you, “Can you rest here for a while? I need to go and make sure the others are okay.” You nodded as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, to your nose and finally on your lips before he stood up and headed over to Soyoung. 

“What happened? Are the others okay?” She asked. 

“They’re packing up the blood. We’re going to feed off of that for the next few months.” He said. 

“Can I ask how the fight went?” 

“Well, Seonghwa slammed the first guy into the wall until he was coughing up so much blood and Yunho punched him to death. Jongho, uhh, he may be the youngest but he kinda smashed the second guy’s face in with a brick and the third guy got beat up by all of us.” He scratched the back of his neck. 

“Wow, Jongho used a brick?” Soyoung was shocked. Imagining their maknae smashing someone’s face in with a brick wasn’t exactly the thing you’d imagine when you baby someone. 

“Actually he used his fist first and I’m pretty sure that was enough to break a few bones. I’ll tell you, you do not want to fuck with people Jongho care about.” He sucked in his breath through his teeth, “Can you just make sure (Y/n)’s okay? I really don’t want to leave her but I need to make sure the others are okay. It’s my fault they got into this mess anyway.” She nodded,

“She just needs food, water and some rest and she should be perfectly fine.” She opened the door to let him and he gave her a hug, 

“Thank you so much, noona.” She closed the door and sat beside you as you feed yourself more of the soup. 

“Unnie, where’d you get this soup. It’s really good.” You asked her. 

“I made it myself. If my boyfriend comes over and I need to feed I make him eat this after. It’s supposed to replenish your red blood cells.” She smiled at you. “Feeling any better?” You nodded at her, 

“Thank you for this, unnie.” You put the bowl down to turn to her. She pulled you in for a hug, 

“Vampires look out for each other and we look out for each other’s loved ones.” She pulled away and smiled at you, “We’re loyal and we would die to protect each other.” You smiled back at her as she helped you lie down, “Just get some rest, (Y/n). You need it.”

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“What are we going to do?” Yeosang asked as they all watched you from the kitchen. 

“What else can we do? Those idiots didn’t do it properly.” Seonghwa sighed. “This is why I was so angry at Mingi. What if this had happened because of him?” He threw his arms up in the air but received super pissed off looks from his members, making him cross his arms and he heard Soyoung’s voice in his head telling him to shut up. Mingi busted into Soyoung’s apartment and looked around as all of his group members were there, Soyoung leaning over her kitchen counter with her head in her hands. He went to her, 

“It’s not true.” He looked at her with guilt etched on his face. “Noona, it can’t be true.” She turned around to look at him and the look on her face was enough for him to know.

“Mingi, all the signs were there. She was,” She paused, trying to console herself and lowered her voice, “She was dead this morning, Mingi. I checked her pulse, I flashed my flashlight in her eyes. She had no pulse, her eyes weren’t reacting. I was about to call you but she woke up and if it wasn’t true she wouldn’t look like that.” She ran a hair through her hair and let out a deep sigh. He went over to you and crouched in front of you, 

“Jagiya,” He gently pulled your hands off of your face and his face broke at the sight of you. The red eyes. The fangs that poked out from under your lip. The vampires that tried feeding on you did it wrong. You ended up turning. “Oh no.” He pulled you into a hug, “This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to turn into a vampire.” He whispered into your ear. You could feel his tears wetting your already tear stained cheeks as he pressed his cheek against yours. The others just watched, not knowing what else to do.

“This means we need to keep a closer eye on her now.” Yeosang sighed. 

“We’ll need to train her too.” Yunho pursed his lips, “There’s barely any time. We leave for tour in like a month.” 

“Does that mean she’ll have to come with us? We can’t leave her here she’ll die on her own.” San spoke up. 

“The only way we can keep her safe is to bring her on tour with us. That way we can make sure she’s safe, well fed and will have time to discover her abilities.” Wooyoung said, leaning on the counter with his elbow. 

“Mingi,” You sniffled, “I’m scared.” You whimpered out. 

“I know, Jagiya. I know.” He brushed your hair, “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m so sorry, (Y/n). I’m so sorry.” He pulled away and looked at you in the eyes. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, “There’s no way we can reverse it.” He turned to Soyoung, who gave him a sad look. She nodded when she heard his voice in her head and picked up the mug on the counter, heading over to hand it to him. “If you don’t drink it now you’ll die. It’s a human’s.” You took the mug from his hands, feeling more tears slide down your face as you looked inside. Your hand was shaking as you brought the mug to your lips, slowly drinking the blood. It was thick and warm as it slid down your throat, the metallic taste filling your mouth. 

“God, this hurts to watch.” You heard Jongho mutter. You pulled the mug away from your mouth, feeling your body starting to relax and you felt the fangs in your mouth slowly slide up your gums. But you lowered your head and started to cry harder. Mingi pulled you into him again, holding you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, it was fast, frantic. His body was shaking more than yours.

“I’m so sorry this happened. I never expected it to happen like this. I thought if you would have ever wanted to turn, I would be the one to turn you.” He kissed your forehead. “You have to follow us on tour. I can’t leave you here on your own.” You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief wash over you at the thought of Mingi being by your side to guide you. Your crying ceased and you finally caught your breath.

“I need to be with you.” Mingi took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the coffee table. “It’s okay, Mingi. As long as I have you and everyone else, I should be fine.” You smiled at him through your puffy and bloodshot eyes, making him smile softly. “Look at the bright side. Now that we’re both vampires, we can spend eternity together.” You joked. His smile widened, 

“That’s true.” He pulled you into for another hug, pressing a kiss to your soft lips. 

“Does this mean (Y/n) noona is coming on tour with us?” Jongho spoke up. You turned to him and nodded. His face lit up, “Oh you’re gonna have so much fun. You’ll get to watch us perform live and get to see us during interviews and, and,” Hongjoong placed a hand on his shoulder, 

“Calm down, Jongho. There’s a lot she needs to take in right now.” He gave him a look and Jongho nodded. 

“You know, if you want I can train you to dance. Then that way you can join the crew and dance backup with us. At least that way if you need to work, following us on your won’t be a problem since you’re working for us.” Soyoung offered. You nodded at her, 

“I’d like that.” You smiled, turning back to Mingi, “I’d really like that.” Mingi cupped your face in his hands and you saw the cuts that scattered his face, “Jagiya, your face is all beat up because of me.” You sighed as you gently ran your finger over the scar on his forehead. 

“It’s worth it. I told you if I ever needed to fight for you, I’ll fight for you.”

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The Remnants

Guess the show lol

Lowkey not v happy w/ it but I wanted to post something

Long ago, in a time long forgotten by mankind, magic ruled over all. Witches and wizards were seeing aiding and cursing people. Giants roamed the lands. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts and ghouls alike, haunted the night. Humans themselves were gifted with the supernatural power. But only four weld the most powerful magic of them all.

Blessed by the gods, four maidens were given a specific power, each one corresponding to a season of the year. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. Many seemed them out, to use and manipulate for their own selfish needs. They managed to kidnap one of the maidens, unaware of the chaos that soon followed. Pain and destruction washed over the world. Death loomed over every kingdom, house and family.

Upon seeing the destruction caused by the four maidens, the humans decided their magic was too strong and powerful to be contained. They had found and killed off the other three in hopes that it would rid the world of their power.

The gods were furious when the humans presented the corpses of their blessed chosens, they cursed mankind, stripping them from their magical abilities, and they promised, the four maidens’ magic will live on, impossible to erase, merely transferred from one woman to another.

The humans, upset by this turn of events, began opposing the gods in every possible way, which only angered the deities more. They wiped the world clean of living beings, disgusted by their creations and, in a beam of divine light, they left the depressing planet, leaving nothing but two moons, one of which had begun to break apart.

We are the remnants of what once was, of what will never be.

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Punch.

Punch punch.

“You know, you should really wrap your hands, this isn’t healthy,” Chloe leaned on the doorframe and crossed her arms, “You could seriously get hurt.”

Punch.

Punch punch.

“Oh, so we’re in a ‘Shut up Chloe I don’t feel like talking to you’ mood today?”

Punch.

Chloe tilted her head sideways and hummed, “Hmmm, I wonder what Kagami will say when she sees you punching the life out of that bag with your bare hands.”

The punching stopped. Marinette let her hands rest at her sides and took deep breaths, in a desperate attempt to regulate her breathing again. How long had she been in the gym? One look at her bruised hands and she knew the answer. Too long.

“What is it Chloe,” she asked the blonde, not bothering to look back as she grabbed her bottle and slowly drank the cool water, enjoying the feeling of it going down her throat.

Chloe sobered up and walked over to the blue-haired girl, grabbing the medical kit on her way. She sat Marinette down and began to gently work on her bruised hands. She could feel her teammate’s impassive gaze.

Chloe took a deep breath, “Fu called,” she watched her friend’s other hand twitch, “he said he’s expecting us to report on what’s happening with the winter maiden… and if she’s being targeted,” she put the now bandaged hand down and began working on the other one, “he wants us to meet with him at Dupont.”

“Is Kagami aware of this?” Her friend asked, checking the bandages on her hands. Chloe gave a nod in reply. Marinette got up and stretched her arms out, “well then, it seems Dupont is getting a visit from a few old students.”

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“Agreste,” the blonde man turned around to see his general at the door, “Are you aware of the stop we have to make at Valentino?”

Felix nodded, “The kingdom of Love is harboring the winter maiden, is that correct?”

His General nodded firmly, “You and I will be escorted to Dupont to discuss this matter with Master Fu,” at the sight of Felix’s scowl, the general continued, “he’s a respectable man, Felix, he knows what he’s doing. I’m willing to give you an hour to pack before we depart.”

“Yes, father,” Felix whispered to himself father the general left. He looked out his window, to see the breathtaking view of the snowy kingdom of Arise. He sighed and left to pack his bags, at least he will be reunited with his brother, even if it were for a brief moment.

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Adrien had been chatting with Bridgette when it happened. They were walking along the courtyard when he noticed Arise ships landing at the port of the school. He stopped talking and stared at the ship, seeing the drone-soldiers march out while being led by the general, though he was only hoping to see one face.

“Felix!”

He grabbed Bridgette by the arm and began racing towards the stiff blonde who just exited the ship, chanting his name over and over again. Saying Bridgette was confused would’ve been the understatement of the century. Who is this man? And why does Adrien know him?

They slowed down as they neared the man, “Felix!” The blonde boy yelled again, causing the other to turn his way. Adrien walked up to him, smiling like he’s been offered all the presents a fifteen-year-old boy could ask for.

“Adrien,” the man replied with a nod, “how have you been?”

Adrien beamed, “Well, I’m at the top of my class in monster theory, I’m in the top five ranks for—”

“No you dolt,” Felix whacked the boy upside his head, “I asked how you’re doing, not what ranking you are. Are you eating well? Are you getting enough sleep?” Felix led the boy towards the school entrance, questioning his brother in his well-being, if he’s enjoying his classes and if he’s made any friends.

Adrien smiled and gestured to Bridgette, who had been silently following them, “This is Bridgette! She’s the team leader!”

Bridgette jumped and tried to address the older man formally, “I… uhh…” she curtsied clumsily, almost falling over, “merry— uhhh, very! Nice to make… your… acquaintance? Sir?”

Felix raised a brow at the girl, “This is the famed leader of team Miraculous?” Bridgette sweat dropped.

“That was my aunt… uhhh, we’re team Prodigious,” Bridgette answered hesitantly. Bridgette glanced over to see Allegra waving are her and muttered a quick “excuse me” before leaving. Felix merely gave her a nod and kept walking, the drones following close behind.

That is, until one of their heads were ripped off their body and thrown on the ground.

“This is what you call a high tech super soldier?” A rough feminine voice called out, causing Felix to stop in his tracks. He turned around and glared at the woman.

“Do you know you just destroyed Arise military property?” He questioned, his voice low and dangerous, “I could have you arrested.”

The woman let out a laugh and took a swig from her flask before replying, “what are you gonna do sweetheart? Sue me? A bunch of stuck up pussies.” She laughed out loud, the two other women she came with decided to let her have her fun before they attended business.

Felix glared at the blue hard woman and unsheathed his sword, “Say one more disrespectful thing about us, and I’ll cut off your tongue,” his piercing blue eyes narrowing as she flipped her hair, showing everyone the scar on her left eye.

“Make me.”

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Adrien couldn’t believe his eyes, this woman, though beautiful he had to admit, had come out of nowhere, destroyed Arise property, challenged his brother and was now dueling with him. She had pulled out a yo-yo of all things, but then she pushed a button and it became a glowing staff.

They circled around each other for a moment, waiting to see who would strike first, and all the woman had to do was smirk for Felix to lose his temper and strike.

They had been fighting for a good two minutes already, there was a crater in the courtyard and rubble littered the stone floor. She was skilled, he had to admit, but Felix had strict military training, he should be capable of winning.

Bridgette heard the sound of an explosion in the courtyard and ran back to check if Adrien was okay. She saw him at the front of the crowd and, while struggling, she pushed through to get to him.

“What’s going on?” She asked him breathless.

“Some crazy woman came here and challenged my brother! They’re dueling as we speak.”

Bridgette gave him an odd look, “really? Who’s he fighti— OH MY GOD THAT’S MY AUNT!” Adrien gave her an incredulous look and opened his mouth to reply but Bridgette, without meaning to, interrupted him, already invested in the fight, “Kick his butt Marinette!”

Adrien huffed, “Show her some respect Felix!” He wanted to support his brother, and he wanted him to win.

Marinette stood on one end of the courtyard, the opposite side to Felix, his stance was ready to pounce, he activated his aura and a dark wisp of shadows spreads from his right hand, to the rest of his body. Marinette’s smirks, but doesn’t activate her aura. She shifts her weapon to a scythe, her eyes never leaving Felix’s and then, she stops, shiftiest the weapon back to a yo-yo and placing it back on her hip, earring a disappointed boo from the crowd.

She raises her hand and beckons Felix to come closer, in a fit of rage he does, and almost strikes her with his sword before being stopped by a very stern, “Agreste!”

“But sir, she started it,” Felix argued. The general looked at his son before settling his eyes on Marinette, who simply raised her hands up in defense.

“He’s the one to struck first, sir.”

The general’s mood did not shift, “You are here for a reason Marinette, don’t waste your time on silly games,” he turned around, but stopped, “ oh and do bring your friends with you, you’re here in business with the master,” he began walking away and let out a rough, “Agreste, come.”

Marinette wanted to let out a retort but her arm was grabbed by her niece, “Aunt Mari! You’re here! You didn’t tell me your we’re going to visit! I missed you! Did you miss me?” Her face was mere millimeters away from her face, eyes wide in excitement.

Marinette let out a smile and ruffled her hair, “No.”

Bridgette laughed as she slid down her arm to the ground and looked up at her, “ Are you staying for long?”

“I’m just here on business honey,” Marinette crouched down ruffled the girl’s hair affectionately before getting back up, “ Don't get into too much trouble okay?”

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“I still can’t believe you’re allowed to listen to this sort of information,” Felix hissed, not too pleased with the fact that he just fought (and technically lost) someone in the same rank as his father.

Marinette shrugged and observed herself in the elevator mirror, “Fu needs a man on the inside, we’re the best for the job.”

Before he could retort, the elevator door opened and the duo was met with the deadpan looks of Fu, Marinette’s teammates, Marianne and General Gabriel.

This looks promising, Marinette mused.

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[shirokodomo]

[Hakudōshi Verses]

With my new blog theme I can’t provide a link to the verses page as before, therefor I will also post about them here. 

This is a rather long post, so you can find the verses under the cut! They will be divided in three categories: Main, AU and Canon Divergent.

More verses will be added to this post and to the blog itself as they are created.

MAIN

AGE: 8-11 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: Canon Universe POSITION: Naraku's servant / Plotting to overthrow Naraku The canon verse everyone is familiar with, in here Hakudōshi was originally Naraku’s human heart, the Infant, before being split in half by a dying priest, from which the right half of it grew into Hakudōshi. He is a deceiving, manipulating little devil that doesn’t hesitate to kill his preys but also enjoys to play games and torture them, he often gets his hands dirty and doesn’t mind it and appears to be an incarnation who is almost as loyal to Naraku as Kanna is. He is also very clever and usually is several steps ahead from his enemies. He has, however, his own agenda and eventually plots with his other half to overthrow his creator and take his place. Interactions with this verse will vary between the Hakudōshi that is a loyal servant to Naraku and the Hakudōshi that is already plotting the betrayal with his other half, it will all depend on the plot of the thread. I am fine with the interactions between our Muses being hostile and harsh, Hakudōshi is a villain after all! Since the canon material with him isn’t much, a lot of things will be headcanon based, especially when it comes to his betrayal towards Naraku as personally I think the reasons for his betrayal were a bit bland and empty.

AU

AGE: 11-12 TIMELINE: Early 2000's POSITION: Heir of the Makai Company, one of the most wealthy families in Japan. An AU where the series characters are all humans and no demons exist. Hakudōshi Makai is the 11 year old son of Naraku Makai and Kikyō; the couple went through a complicated and harsh divorce but through the corrupt system, Naraku gained the full custody of his son and made it so his now ex-wife could never see their son ever again. Prior to these events, Hakudōshi was extremely close to his mother and thus her leaving left an empty feeling on the boy. This and Naraku's manipulation over him lead to Hakudōshi believing that every relationship is meant to be doomed sooner or later and that the concept of a happy family does not exist. The Hakudōshi of this verse does not possess the same manipulative and cruel nature of his canon counterpart, however, he can be cold and even distant sometimes. He eventually opens up to others but it takes time. During free time, between Junior High School lessons and education regarding the family's business, Hakudōshi practices kendo and also horse riding lessons, he has a horse of his own a white mustang named Entei, he has owned it ever since it was a foal, and it was a gift from his mother. It is a gift he treasures dearly.

Variations of this verse may be created.

AGE: 19 (Biologically) | 12-13 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: x784 POSITION: Half-Demon | Former slave of the Tower of Heaven | Independent Mage An AU created for interactions within the Fairy Tail universe. Hakudōshi is a half-demon who during his early childhood was captured and taken by a Zeref following cult, for the same purpose as the other kidnapped children by them: build the Tower of Heaven to resurrect Zeref. During the rebellion led by Erza Scarlet, Hakudōshi escaped by using one of his abilities: Teleportation, once he was freed from the Magic Stealing Stones, instead of joining the rebels. After escaping, Hakudōshi set on to his main goal: find his twin brother, Akago, whom he had protected and prevented from also being captured by the cult. Due to his half-demon genes, Hakudōshi's body grows “slower” than the average human or demon, although his age keeps up with that of a human, his current appearance is of a child. This often leads to other people, wrongly, looking down on him when he takes up job offers. Although he possesses other abilities, his main magic is named Reversal Magic which is essentially a magic that allows Hakudōshi to absorb Caster type Magic into a barrier and then redirect it back to his opponent. It doesn’t work with Holder type Magic. With training, Hakudōshi develops other minor abilities which are connected to his demon side.

AGE: 19 TIMELINE: 2010 onward POSITION: Vampire turned by Naraku | College student An AU verse in which the main focus is supernatural stuff, this means, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches, etc. It is loosely based on The Vampire Diaries/The Originals series. Hakudōshi is an adult in this verse and his features remain the same as his canon counterpart: white hair, pale skin, violet eyes. Hakudōshi prior to his transformation was a normal boy, 19 years old, who had just entered college. Distant, not very social, generally quiet but quite intelligent those were the words that described him. His life turned completely upside down when one day he stayed till late at the school’s library, studying, and at some point heard noises, moans and what appeared to be screams coming from one of the classes. Upon investigating, he caught one of his teachers feeding on a student, literally feeding. The teacher, Naraku, realized the extra company at the room and decided to silence the boy. But Naraku realized who it was, one of his favorite students and instead of simply killing him, he decided to toy with him. Feeding him his blood and then snapping his neck, the vampire left Hakudōshi alone at the school along with his now dead victim, blood dripping to the floor. When he woke up from his temporary death, it was night and Hakudōshi felt an inexplicable thirst, not for water but for blood. He saw the dead student and without being able to control himself drank the remaining blood but it was not enough, it only made him more thirsty. This lead to him going to his house and murdering his family, only coming to his senses when it was already too late. Naraku watched him the whole time in delight and attempted to approach his most recent creation, to gain control over him, but Hakudōshi rejected his control and escaped, using and discovering his new inhuman abilities. With his emotions extremely amplified and still not understanding what had happened to him, he soon discovered he could no longer walk in the sun, it burned him and so he had to hide during the day and hunt at night, to quench his thirst. His path eventually crosses with that of Kohaku, a supernatural hunter trained from a young age to kill especially vampires like him. Despite having been taught to hate and kill these bloodthirsty monsters, Kohaku noticed the despair of the vampire and choose to help him control himself, teaching him a new diet not human based and eventually provided him a ring which allowed Hakudōshi to walk in the sun. Hakudōshi, after turning into a vampire, becomes extremely sardonic and doesn’t easily trust anyone. Being ironic is what he does best, he berates others, mocks them. This was his way to protect himself and the only one who succeeded so far in breaking that shell was Kohaku, although that only happened because he spared his life.

CANON DIVERGENT

AGE: 8-11 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: Post Ep.1 of Inuyasha: The Final Act / Chap.370 POSITION: Escaping from Naraku and The Infant This verse starts with a twist on the first episode of Inuyasha: The Final / on chapter 370, in this verse Hakudōshi doesn't die at the hand of Miroku's Wind Tunnel. Instead of losing his mind and trying to kill Kagura at any cost, Hakudōshi uses his miasma in order to escape from his enemies while his body keeps regenerating to its normal state; later he reunites with the Infant and Mōryōmaru in order to set up a new plan to get their hands on Kohaku's shard, the wicked Infant however has other plans for his "brother". With Naraku now being aware of their betrayal, the Infant states that he no longer needs Hakudōshi's help and that it is time for them to become one once again by having Mōryōmaru absorb him into his body, just like he had intended to do with Kagura. Hakudōshi refuses and they engage in a battle which ends with him barely escaping but successfully retrieves the jewel shard in Mōryōmaru's belly. The demon child is now completely alone, no allies and a lot of enemies with two of them constantly trying to capture him and kill him (Naraku and the Infant); this leads to Hakudōshi not trusting anyone he crosses paths with and being even slightly paranoid especially after he realizes the Infant is trying to enter inside his mind, to take over his body as well, and that he also has some sort of control over his regenerating abilities, slowing it down and making it far more painful. Hakudōshi eventually sets on a goal to find a way to create his own heart so that he can sever his connection to the Infant and eventually kill both his other half and Naraku.

EXCLUSIVE WITH: konosesshomaru AGE: 8-11 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: Between the events of the Devil’s Crag and Kagura’s death. POSITION: Traveling with Sesshōmaru's group A variant verse of "Abandoned". Naraku discovers earlier Hakudōshi’s and the Infant's plans to overthrow him; he absorbs the Infant back inside him and to make his former right hand man physically suffer, gives him a heart of his own so that real wounds -that actually take a long time to heal- can be inflicted on the child. Hakudōshi has no choice but to flee for his life as Naraku's demons chase him and he ends up being rescued by Sesshōmaru, who then makes the decision to take him under his wing at least until the boy's wounds are healed. Afterwards, he leaves it up to Hakudōshi to decide if he wants to stay with them or not. With Naraku now constantly chasing after him, Hakudōshi chooses to stay and travel together with Sesshōmaru and his group.

EXCLUSIVE WITH: thecursedpriestess AGE: 8-11 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: After Hakudōshi was pierced by Kikyō's arrow POSITION: Loyal to Kikyō | Travels with her After being pierced by Kikyō's arrow, shot by Kagome back in the Underworld, Hakudōshi is sired to the priestess due to her spiritual power having made some sort of connection with 'the Onigumo in him' instead of killing him -since his heart was somewhere else-. Afterwards Hakudōshi begins to feel strange whenever Kikyō is mentioned and no matter how hard he tries, he can't hurt her neither physically or emotionally. He eventually realizes what happened and though initially he hates the idea of being sired to the woman he was supposed to hate, the more times his path crosses with that of Kikyō's, the more loyal he seems to become to her. Hakudōshi, at some point, stops resisting and chooses to stay by the priestess's side. The bond becomes so strong to the point the child is willing to die for her; however what he doesn't understand is that the bond stopped being a 'sired bond' and has become one of a mother and her child.

AGE: 8-11 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: After Kagome's permanent return to the Feudal Era POSITION: Brought back to life by a demon named Kirimi Not long after Kagome’s permanent return to the Feudal Era, a demon going by the name Kirimi (切り身, ‘Cutting Flesh’) begins an attempt to revive once powerful demons. They pretend to follow the steps of the deceased Urasue and even surpass them by improving the technique. Kirimi starts by reviving minor demons, at first to merely appreciate their work from afar and even see the need of improvements. Then they move on the next step: start reviving the deceased incarnations of Naraku. Unlike Urasue’s creations, Kirimi doesn’t use ashes and clay instead they use: an object that once belonged to the demon intended to be revived and that retains said demon’s “essence”, Kirimi’s own blood to create the connection between them and the revived demon and the heart of a sacrificed human. To revive Hakudōshi, Kirimi used the blanket that once belonged to the Infant’s right half, the one who later regrew into the child incarnation, and the heart of a human child. Thus instead of being a body made of clay like Urasue’s creations, Kirimi’s revived demons have a body made of flesh but only possess one organ inside them: the heart of the sacrificed human. Hakudōshi is then revived but he doesn’t appear to possess any memories of his life before his first death. He only reacts to his name and the reason seems to be that because Kirimi used the Infant’s blanket, an object worn by Hakudōshi only prior to be being cut in half and shortly after his body regrowing, therefore the “essence” within the blanket doesn’t “possess” Hakudōshi’s memories in the child-like body. Kirimi allows him to go so that he can retrieve his memories, once that is done they would be able to control Hakudōshi as their personal weapon along with the remaining incarnations they intended to revive. Hakudōshi then wanders through the lands, vaguely remembering the face of a woman carrying an Infant (Kagura) and the killing of monks. Believing that is how he will recover his memories, the newly reborn incarnation begins killing monks in the same way him and Kagura did in the past.

AGE: 20+ | 8-11 (Permanent Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: Hanyou no Yashahime & onwards POSITION: Lives isolated in a mountain | Independent Demon Slayer After Kirimi’s death, Hakudōshi eventually recovers all of his memories, not just of the person he used to be but all the people he has hurt. Regret is a strong word for him, does he regret anything? He doesn’t, he did what he was born to do. Regret won’t bring back those who died at his hands or those who were hurt. He is capable, however, of apologizing despite knowing the most obvious answer is that he isn’t forgiven. That is fine by him. To his surprise, Kohaku asks him to come train for a while at the new Demon Slayer village. The boy hasn’t forgiven him but his kind nature doesn’t let the former incarnation simply go. He goes and after becoming a skilled Demon Slayer, Hakudōshi retires to a mountain and only leaves it when there is a dire need. He gains the title of The Demon That Slays Demons. This is where he will stay and watch as the new generations are born, grow and eventually surpass the old. The entire experience changes his personality to somewhat more calm, less brutal and cruel, the sadistic incarnation of Naraku is no more, but he is still Hakudōshi, the White Child.

EXCLUSIVE WITH: @adversitybloomed​

AGE: 8-11 (Physical Appearance) TIMELINE: After the Infant was split in half POSITION: Adopted by the Hua family | Doesn't know his connection to Naraku

After the Infant was split in two, the right half of it was supposed to remain dead while the left half regenerated back into its original form. In short, the right half was supposed to be nothing but dead meat. Given this, Naraku ordered Kanna to look after the left half and get rid of the right one. The incarnation did as she was told and abandoned the half on a river, allowing the strong stream to take it away. Something unexpected happened and the right half regenerated just like its left but it was completely alone. Although still a demon, the baby appeared to have lost its memories and even its previous speaking ability, therefore the only way to grab the attention of anyone passing by was of a normal baby: cry. And so he did and soon enough he was found by Hua Mulan. She knew he was a demon the moment she set her eyes on him and even so still took him. She took had demonic blood in her. Having lost its speaking abilities, at least for now, Hakudōshi spoke to Mulan through his mind ability but could only tell her his name as he didn’t remember anything else. Mulan decided there and then to officially adopt and raise the little baby as if he were her own son. Because of his demon origins, Hakudōshi grows and develops much faster than the average child; each month he grows more and more although at some point it should stabilize. He is happy, he loves his mother and has a big respect for the Hua family, never does he want to tarnish their name. But danger lurks around every corner and unknown to him, his life is still connected to that of Naraku’s and thus it is threatened to be taken should his infant counterpart meet his demise...

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These are the current verses. I also have a verse for Crossovers but I am a bit selective regarding the fandoms I accept RPing with in this verse.