#bnha vampire au

[lura-valentine]

Are you also writing something about vampire Dabi after you create the banner?

I actually wanted to leave the writing about vampire Dabi to @doumadono. She has created a great AU and I actually wanted to leave it to her to write about vampire Dabi, Shigaraki and co.

And even if so, what topic? As far as writing goes, I've never gotten into Vampires.😅

[doumadono]

SANGREAL - vampire prince Shigaraki

“Look,” Shigaraki ordered, tilting your face toward the sprawling wasteland below. His sharp nails grazed your jaw, sending a cold shiver through you.  The world stretched out before you, endless in its desolation. Twisted skeletons of buildings jutted out of the earth like ribs, the Deadlands smothered under layers of ash and soot. The faint orange glow of fires burned in Musutafu Dreg in the distance, a mocking parody of life. “This could all change,” Tomura uttered, his voice soft but filled with an unrelenting edge. His eyes glinted with something you couldn’t name — obsession, hunger, perhaps madness. “It could all end.” Your lips parted, but no sound came.  Shigaraki’s breath brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Your blood.” He said the word like it was sacred, his voice trembling with reverence and rage. “You could be the cure. The answer to everything.”

This stunning artwork is a commissioned piece created by the incredibly talented @oxygen537art (here's their X account) The artwork was inspired by my latest series, Sangreal, and I’m completely mesmerized by the final result. I’m deeply grateful for this breathtaking art!

[obsessed-dragon]

🎶 Dance at the Tavern 🎶

I love drawing for the fantasy / vampire AU by me and my best friend Moth. This picture may or may not be an upcoming scene in our fic Scorching Moonlight 👀

[hellalame]

Every time I think of them for more than 2 seconds I end up drawing more fanart of them

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ to kiss or kill.. a vampire?‧₊˚

you've been a vampire for as long as you can remember. you were going through your day, or night, routine as normal when a noise startles you. a man, katsuki bakugo to be exact, was standing at your door. though, he can't seem to remember whether he's supposed to kill or kiss you...

★pair. knight(?)katsuki x vampire!reader. tags. fem!reader, fantasy!au, vampire!au, amnesia trope, memories, kissing, hugging, dates kinda, blood, daggers, stakes. wc. 2k.

noteღ. i love the memory loss trope but its hard to write it in a way that doesn't seem like lazy(???) idk how to say it, also happy halloween to all who celebrate!

embedded deep in the forest, vines growing over the bark of the trees, the sun not visible from the impressive manor you called home.

a lake so deep you couldn't see the bottom, the moonlight the only thing reflecting off the darkness of the water.

it was quiet, quaint. only the animals as company for such a faraway place.

you roamed freely around your garden, tending to the black rose bushes and cutting the thorns to an appropriate length. feeding carrots you only grew for the deer and bunnies that had grown used to your presence, seeing the generations of them rest and birth, a consequence of being immortal.

your outfit was dark, camouflaging you against the night sky, the only time you were able to go out. you'd grown used to it, comforted by the night sky and sleeping critters around you.

but a crunch of grass snapped you out of your relaxation. the tuft of blond hair you'd spotted alarming you.

your pot of water was now splashed onto the floor, your red eyes were widened and pupils like a cat as you moved out of vision. vision of whoever was trampling into your long uncivilized manor.

it was a man, donning expensive yet ripped up fabrics and cloths, a beaten up satchel, and bright hair that stood out against the night sky.

you couldn't help but notice though, that he had red eyes just like yours.

he must be a vampire, you reasoned, moving closer to investigate the man who was unmoving at your door. you popped out from behind him. “who are you and why are you here?”

he jumped, seemingly not expecting you to be behind him. “i'm.. lost. i can't seem to find my way. or.. remember what i was doing here.” he turned to face you, his figure towering over yours, his eyes on you. “you don't remember anything? is it possible that you've been hit with a strong spell?”

you kept talking while looking over at his complete attire now, noting the royal emblem on his chest.

“it's possible.. i don't remember what i do exactly.” his red eyes kept boring into you, striking you with a sense of familiarity, though you couldn't place from where. “well, you can stay here for the night. i have spare rooms.”

his eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raising. “really, you're inviting me in? what if i was a vampire?”

“well, no need to fear one of my own.”

his mouth went agape when he realized. “you're a vampire.”

“yes. does that change anything?”

“i.. guess not.” a hand went to the back of his neck, his eyes averting as he looked up in thought. “it's just surprising. i think.. i feel a connection to the word. to its meaning. i must have been- sorry be- a vampire. don't you agree?”

“let's talk more inside. if you are a vampire as you believe, we'll die if we're outside another hour...” you left it open ended as to ask for his name.

“katsuki. call me katsuki.”

“well katsuki. welcome in, don't suck my blood or something.” you joked.

as he followed you inside, he awed internally at the extravagance of your mansion. it definitely was the home of a vampire, as all the windows were closed and barricaded.

“i haven't had many guests over for a while.. so. excuse the mess.” he followed you as you showed him the different parts of your home. he passed by the kitchen, so gorgeous that he felt upset when you noted how you only used it to make food for the animals outside. you showed him your bedroom, which only housed a single, heavily padded coffin.

you went upstairs finally, your mansion was huge so he began to notice the ache in his feet. when you arrived in your lounge area though, he felt a pang in his head as he eyed a dagger. a silver one.

memories flooded into his head at once, making him hold his head in discomfort.

words. so many replayed in his mind though they were incoherent. sights of blood, of one of those very daggers in his hand, a stake in the other.

“ėřīdɯǎʌ ħ ʇ ľļ ʞ”

he couldn't understand it at all, the visions in his mind were playing and flashing right after another.

training, studying vitals, the word vampire. why did it seem so familiar?

“katsuki. are you okay?” your hands were on his shoulders now, your face of concern went unnoticed by him, his eyes were only laser focused on the sharp fangs of your mouth.

“i–. i– um. i don't know what the fuck happened to me.” he admitted, he still felt weak from the confusion revelations that had unfolded in his mind.

“maybe.. you should head to bed for the day. i have a bed for you in here.”

you took his hand, he almost pulled away, he didn't know why it still felt so bloody. why it felt like he was holding an unseen weapon in his palm. but he let you comfort him slightly anyways.

you laid a towel onto his forehead, closing the door with a, “goodnight.”

you left him resting with his thoughts as you continued your chores outside.

it was obvious he wasn't a vampire like he thought. he wasn't nocturnal like you. the sight of the blood bags you had left cooling in a safe him feel queasy, and he could touch metal just fine. he found himself tracing the details of the dagger in your living room mindlessly, enthralled with it. it felt just as familiar as your eyes did. he was sure it would feel just as right in his hand, he moved to pick it up when-

“what are you doing?” you asked sleepily. your attire from yesterday was gone, replaced with casual clothes that didn't seem to fit you. “..i just got curious.”

he stared at you. the crimson of his eyes confusing you to no end, but you let it go with a sigh. “well, stop messing with that stuff. like seriously.”

he took your warning. but the strange memories never went away. though, he noticed that they'd only really pop up around you.

he'd gotten to know you in the couple hours of the first day he spent with you. your favorite color, food before you turned, your true age, your favorite flower.

and you'd gotten to know the vague things he remembered about himself in exchange. how he grew up in a village, how he remembers training hard everyday to become a knight, how he grew up with the next in line for the throne.

you'd traveled around the forest with him, showing him some of your favorite spots. pointing to nearby towns and taverns, warning him to stay away from spots where werewolves would roam frequently.

you'd gotten him a new wardrobe of clothing that happened to match yours. black button downs and slacks with red accents, something that suited him perfectly, was what you had gifted him.

he tried to gift you things as well. it was unfortunate that his gift for cuisine went wasted on you, who couldn't eat food. he picked you flowers from different regions of the forest you wouldn't venture to. dandelions that he insisted you'd blow out together, red roses that paired perfectly with your black ones, and baby’s breath sprinkled tastefully in between.

the words grew less scrambled over the days of which he spent with you. it'd been a month of living with him at this point, and your life together had become routine. the pangs where he'd keel over for seconds in real time, but hours in his mind happened more frequently too. the same visions of blood on his hands, a dagger identical to the one displayed in your home would always be there. but additions of a torch in his hand and a dagger would change. the memory would change, which confused him.

he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the calm nature of your life together. the tranquil feeling of feeding the bunnies and deers alongside you, the rushing sound of the lake as you sat side by side admiring it.

the feeling of your skin, cold to the touch, on his body that seemed to run too hot.

your open-minded nature, the lingering loss of your presence he'd feel when you were gone.

though, he now could hear some parts of the sentence quite clearly.

“k– the vampire.”

as he laid around on one of the many couches of your manor, petting a black cat, he pondered on what the last word could be. he knew it could only be one of two words, he wasn't dumb.

to kiss or to kill. but what reason was he given to kill you? you'd been nothing but amazing to him, welcome and open when he was vulnerable. the only thing you'd been strange about– the only thing he felt he wanted.

was to hold the dagger in his hand.

he laid the cat onto the side of the couch before standing up. it was like an invisible force was leading him away, taking him right to his object of interest that he had been so hyper aware of since the day he arrived.

every step he took was like a piece of the puzzle being put into place.

he was hit by a memory loss potion while he was out on patrol.

patrol for the kingdom, where he served as a knight. however, after many vampire hunters had gone missing in this part of the forest..

he had been sent out here.

he opened his satchel that he'd thrown into the corner. affirming his thoughts, a dagger, identical to the one on the stand was in it.

next to it was a stake, and a torch with an ignition next to that.

he stood up, the final words given to him. but it didn't feel as good as he thought it would.

“kill the vampire.”

because the order was to hurt someone who'd grown so dear to him.

…

was it wrong for him to continue acting like nothing was wrong? maybe. but he couldn't help but still continue to be enamored by you, even if it was wrong.

the stereotypes, the horror stories he'd been fed of vampires. as he held you close to him in the comfort of your coffin, he didn't know what to do anymore.

as he guided you to the lake, he wasn't sure of what he would do. he had his satchel with him now, yet he still held your hand in his.

“are you leaving?” you asked, unknowing of the war taking place in his mind.

“no. i just, wanted to bring it along.”

“oh. okay.” you'd shrugged, unfazed by his words. he felt his heart bleed, bleed because you trusted him so much, but also tugged towards his sense of duty.

you'd sat together again, his body facing the same lake that had guided him to you. he felt your gaze on his face, he squeezed his palm into a fist.

“what's wrong?” you asked, your voice low, you held the long sleeves of your black outfit as your eyebrows scrunched in concern. “you've been acting weird.”

“i.. my memory. it came back.”

your eyes shot up, before a small smile came over your face. “really, that's great katsuki. so,

what were you doing out here?”

the words lingered in the air, his eye painstakingly moving to look at you. his mouth was held open for a second, seemingly speechless as he tried to tell you. he finally, just let it slip. “i was supposed to kill you, [name].”

you stilled, he continued to explain. “it all happened once i saw the dagger. it eyed me, and i eyed it. it seemed so familiar, your eyes did too. until it all came back.” he took a sharp breath and continued.

“men, vampire hunters of the kingdom specifically, went missing around these parts. i was sent here to find the vampire and kill them. but i was ambushed along the way by a witch who hit me with a spell.” his hand moved to his satchel, you stayed unmoving as you absorbed his words.

he held the stake and dagger in his hands respectively, the materials that would kill you if pierced glistening ominously in the moonlight. the same moonlight that encapsulated you two.

“i thought it over. a lot. thought about what i wanted, no. what i thought was right.” he gripped them tightly, holding them up.

you closed your eyes, as you heard the words, “goodbye.”

but death, the feeling of wood piercing your heart never came. the splash of the water was the only sound heart by you, who had tearfully looked to face him.

“what?” was all you could helplessly utter, as he kneeled to sit in front of you:

“..i don't want to kill you [name].” he moved to hold your hand, cold as ever, against the beating heart of his chest. “but i'd like to kiss you, honestly.”

you let out a shaky laugh, a tear falling down your face as you sighed in relief. “i think i'd like that too.”

as the last bubbles burst at the surface of the lake, he tilted your head forward, holding your chin in between his fingertips as he gently kissed you. only the grass between your bodies bore witness to the newly born relationship forged by trust ignited.

the full moon now faced you two. he held your hand tightly, encaging you with the broad of his body.

he saw the moon start to slip away and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom you'd gifted him and laying you by his side.

he'd turned practically nocturnal too from these past weeks, the desire to be by your side fueling him.

so as he laid with his eyes half lidded, looking at you in the dim candlelight of the room, he held you impossibly closer.

he wanted to spend an eternity with you. maybe he'd truly cast his old life aside and become a vampire alongside you.

that thought rocked him to sleep that night, your body like a puzzle piece next to his.

who knew all you'd have to do to kiss a vampire is cast your old life aside?

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Pages from Deku's creature chronicle... part 3

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❝ You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.❞

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❝ You never believed reincarnation was possible, least of all in the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, from the moment you meet Gojo Satoru, it’s impossible to deny. Whether it’s a miracle or some kind of curse, you find yourself growing up alongside the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you know what the future holds in store. You know exactly what kind of tragedies await. Perhaps that’s why you were brought into this world. If it means saving people from a gruesome fate, you’ll gladly suffer in their place. You’ll do whatever it takes. All for the sake of a better tomorrow. ❞

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❝ You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark. ❞

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❝ You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy. ❞

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❝ You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be? ❞

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❝ Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister? ❞

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❝ As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood. ❞

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❝ Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will? ❞

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❝ Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood. ❞

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❝ Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship. ❞

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❝ Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you? ❞

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❝ A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned. ❞

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❝ Following your mother’s recent passing, you are visited by a group of men claiming that your father abandoned all his debt and obligations, leaving you to take his place.❞

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❝ Your parents are thrilled to have secured an engagement for you with the royal family. Your suitor, the crown prince, has agreed to be wed to you. It seems as though your entire future has been assured, so why is it that from this moment onward, your life starts to fall apart at the seams? ❞

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day 4 of kudoichi week - [vampire au]

it's feeding time! and we love the flavor of guilt in this early morning! honestly it's such a whole affair with these two, yoichi should just say thank you for the food and get it over with lol but it's me who wants it all to be very dramatic hihi

[linkyychan]

Fanart for a fave fic of mine "Vampire/Serial" - My dear VampireAU that I love so much

Go read it here!!

[gvtsfvkk]

In darkness you will feel alright

[lura-valentine]

Vampire Dabi VS Vampire Shigaraki

[consomme-poser]

omg this whole thing was rushed but i dont wanna fix it now

[doumadono]

I - A SUCKY ENCOUNTER

Summary: lost in one of the desolated Dregs, the ruins of Musutafu, you barely escape death at the Ash Market — only to be saved by a vampire with striking turquoise eyes, a creature who should have devoured you… yet chose not to

Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, vampirism, destroyed world, vampire AU, vampire Dabi

WCT: circa 2.3k

𖥸 SANGREAL - chapter II 𖥸 SANGREAL - playlist 𖥸 MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The Dregs of Musutafu stretched like a corpse long abandoned, bones of metal and stone jutting out against the sickly dark sky. The air was thick with the copper tang of old blood, choked with the remnants of a world that had burned long before you were born. Wind howled through the alleyways, stirring up clouds of dust that clung to the crumbling buildings, rattling loose metal, and whispering like voices of the forgotten. The city — if it could still be called that — was a graveyard of rust and ruin, its streets infested with things that should not have survived.

This place belonged to the lowest of the low. To the starving. To the cursed. To the monsters who had been abandoned even by their own kind.

You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself, the fabric little more than a barrier against the illusion of safety. Your body screamed for rest, weakened, sluggish, starving. It had been too long since you’d eaten properly — your stomach gnawed at itself, your limbs felt heavy, and the dull ache in your head had begun to blur your vision. You tried to shake it off, to keep moving, but every step through the ruined streets felt like dragging chains.

The Ash Market had been a mistake.

It was supposed to be a simple trip — barter, trade, disappear. The underground market, tucked into the skeleton of an old subway station, was where the desperate and the damned gathered to scrape out what little existence they could. Blackened lanterns flickered over stalls lined with stolen rations, half-rotten produce, scraps of old-world fabric, and — most coveted of all — vials of blood. The scent had made your stomach churn, hunger clawing at your ribs as you forced yourself to ignore the pangs gnawing inside you. 

And then the raid happened.

It hadn’t been Sangreal. If it had, there would be no survivors. No time to run. No bodies left intact. Whoever had stormed the market had been desperate, brutal in their methods but sloppy. Probably a group of rogue vampires decided to hunt. Screams had cut through the smoke, and you had barely escaped with your life. The market had been torn apart in an instant. Bodies hit the floor. Blood spilled. People ran. You ran.

Now, you lurked through the streets of the Dregs, your boots crunching over shattered glass and loose debris, each step heavier than the last. You were weak, too weak. Your breath came shallow, chest tight as you forced yourself to keep going. The last thing you could afford was collapsing here, alone, vulnerable, with nothing but the cold and the dead for company.

But the Dregs were never empty.

You heard them before you saw them. The stench of rot came next, curling through the air, creeping into your lungs. Then came the laughter. Low and  raspy.

Low-class vampires.

A gang of them — five, maybe six — lounging in the desolation like carrion birds picking through a corpse. Their bodies gaunt, their faces drawn with the unmistakable signs of blood deprivation.

You could see them now, lingering in the mouth of an alley, their bodies hunched and twitching, the dim glow of their feral, predatory eyes cutting through the dusk. Their clothes were tattered, soaked in filth and old blood. 

One of them turned, his head snapping toward you, nostrils flaring.

Shit.

You’d gotten too close.

The leader, if he could even be called that, stepped forward first. He was tall, but hunched, his bones jutting against his skin, his fingers far too long, sharp, pointy nails blackened with dried, old blood. His mouth twisted into something that barely resembled a grin, revealing teeth stained yellowish taint. “Look what we have here,” he rasped, voice like dry leaves scraping against pavement. 

The others shifted behind him, their shoulders jerking with unnatural movements. They weren’t just hungry. They were starving.

And they had just found a meal.

You.

Your stomach twisted. Run.

But your body betrayed you. You stepped back, your heart slamming against your ribs. Too weak. Too slow. You could fight one, maybe two — but you wouldn’t stand a chance against all of them, not like this.

You tried to move, but they were already on you.

The first one struck like a shadow, grabbing your wrist before you could twist away. His fingers were ice, skeletal claws digging into your skin. He yanked you forward, sending you stumbling. 

A second lunged from the side, knocking you off balance. Your back hit the crumbling wall of an abandoned building, your breath shoving from your lungs in a painful gasp.

“Where are you running to, girl?” One of them sneered, pressing in close. His breath was rank with spoiled meat, his fingers gripping your throat just tight enough to make a point.

Panic spiked through your veins. You fought, thrashing against them, but you were weak. 

They smelled it, felt it, fed off it. 

One of them laughed, a sick, wet sound, dragging his tongue over his lips. "Not even gonna fight back? How charming."

You did. You tried. You kicked, shoved, twisted, nails raking at exposed skin, but it only made them more eager. “Leave me alone!”

The first one leaned in, inhaling against your pulse, his body shuddering. “Fuck, she smells so delicious!” Sharp teeth neared your neck, breath rank with old blood. His fangs gleamed as he opened his mouth wide—

And then the world erupted in blue.

A blue explosion erupted into the alley, scorching the air with a howling roar. The heat lashed out, impossibly fast, impossibly precise.

The first vampire’s head snapped back, an inhuman shriek bursting from his throat as fire tore through him. His body ignited instantly, blue flames devouring flesh and bone. The remnants of flesh blackened, bubbled, peeled, his shrieks high and animalistic as the fire devoured him whole.

You hit the ground, your body jerked free as your attackers scattered. 

One of them bolted into the darkness, but another wasn’t fast enough. Another blast cut him down. The smell of burning flesh and searing bone filled the air. The flames roared too bright, too hot, too unnatural.

You gasped, shoving yourself up on weak arms, blinking through the haze of ash and embers.

And then — there was nothing but silence. The fire flickered, dying back to embers.

And then you saw him.

He stood just beyond the fire, its flickering glow licking at the edges of his figure. His silhouette was razor-sharp, lean and tense with a predator’s stillness. He was tall, wrapped in dark clothing that looked as battered as the Dregs themselves. The coat hanging from his shoulders was worn, stitched together from scraps of fabric and lined with soot.

His face was scarred. Jagged, uneven burns twisted over pale skin, climbing his jaw and sinking into the hollows of his cheeks. His bangs — white and unkempt — fell into glowing, ice-blue eyes that cut through the dimness like shards of glass.

He was watching you.

The last surviving vampire made the mistake of moving.

Your rescuer lifted a hand, and the air roared. The fire lashed out again, merciless and precise, swallowing the vampire in an instant. He barely had time to scream before he was nothing but cinders.

The fire receded, flickering into embers at his feet. The alley was silent, nothing left but the stench of charred bodies and the acrid tang of burning flesh.

You swallowed hard, staring at the man, your pulse pounding in your ears.

He didn’t speak. He just watched you, eyes flickering over your face, then lower — to where blood seeped from the gash on your shoulder, staining the thin fabric of your sleeve.

The change in him was immediate.

His breathing hitched. His shoulders went rigid. His body stiffened. His fingers twitched. His throat bobbed.

You could see it in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated, the way his jaw clenched so tightly you could hear the faint grind of teeth.

Your blood.

You realized it too late. Your wound had opened, and now he could smell it. He was a vampire, too.

His hand twitched, fingers curling into fists as if fighting some invisible war within himself. His throat bobbed with a swallowed breath. The heat in his gaze burned differently now — hunger, sharp and violent, carving its way into his expression.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

He sucked in another breath, then forced himself back. His hands shoved into his coat pockets, shoulders tense, stiff. He tilted his head slightly, a slow, assessing look that made your skin prickle. “You’re lucky,” he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged across embers. “If I hadn’t been here…” His lips tugged into something between a smirk and a snarl, his voice laced with something dark. “Well. You wouldn’t be alive.”

You swallowed, throat dry. “Who…” Your voice cracked, but you pushed forward. “Who are you?”

He huffed a breath, shaking his head. “Nobody.”

A sharp breath left him, and then he moved. His boots scraped against the cracked ground as he stepped closer. His knees bent, his weight shifting with unnatural ease as he came level with you, just a breath away. A predator lowering itself to inspect its prey, you thought to yourself.

He wasn’t like the others. You had seen many vampires before — their madness, their hunger. But this one… His hunger was controlled. Measured. A beast was bound in chains.

You tried to roll away from him, but your limbs wouldn’t listen.

His head tilted, watching you like something he couldn’t quite figure out. Like something too fragile, too tempting, yet dangerous all at once. “… You’re such a mess.” His voice was low, rough, and darkly amused. “Didn’t think you’d still be breathing,” he murmured, tilting his head. His gaze flicked over you, taking in every injury, every weakness. “Guess you’re luckier than most.”

Your fingers twitched against the pavement, uselessly grasping for something that wasn’t there.

He noticed that too. “You’re not gonna try and fight me, are ya?” His smirk deepened, like he was enjoying the idea of it. “Hate to break it to you, doll, but you’d lose.”

A breath hissed through his teeth as he leaned in slightly, head tilting. His nostrils flared. Then he cursed under his breath.

You knew why. The scent of your blood filled the air between you.

You were sure he would go for your throat in the next second, that his fangs would sink into your flesh, piercing it easily.

But the turquoise-eyed didn’t.

His gaze didn’t leave you, but he made no move to close the distance. His lips parted, his tongue flicking briefly over his sharp, long fangs like he was tasting the scent of your wound. His jaw tightened.

You trembled. Your chin quivered. All the fear, the exhaustion, the pain, the desperation pressed against your ribs, begging to be released, but you swallowed it down. You couldn’t break. Not in front of a vampire. Not in front of him.

His hand lifted slowly, fingers long, nails pointy and sharp like claws. You barely had time to flinch before he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head upward, forcing you to look at him.

You shuddered.

His grip was cold, firm, but not rough. The pad of his thumb barely brushed the edge of your jaw as he examined you, his turquoise-blue gaze locked onto yours with unnerving intensity. 

Your lips parted, but you had no words. Your mind blurred, your thoughts scattering like the wind. Your body finally gave out. For a moment, you were acutely aware of everything — the rough press of cracked pavement against your back as you collapsed, the way your fingers twitched uselessly in the dirt, how your heartbeat hammered too fast before slowing as the darkness pulled you under. You tried to breathe, but your lungs refused to obey. You tried to move, but your body felt like it no longer belonged to you. And as the shadows crept in from the edges of your vision, an unbearable thought lodged itself into your mind like a splinter beneath skin.

Was this the end?

Would the last sights burned into your failing vision be the ruin of a world, the sky choked in ash, hanging like the veil of a dying god over the wreckage of Musutafu? Would your final memory be the embers of a fire that had saved you, yet left only corpses in its wake — a fleeting, merciless light that had momentarily spared you from a worse fate?

Or would it be him? A vampire with the coldest, most haunting eyes you had ever seen — so unnatural in their beauty?

But before any answer came, the inevitable darkness swallowed you whole.

And then — there was nothing but a  consuming void, vast and endless, where even sound dared not exist. The weight of your body, the cold of the night, the ache in your bones — all of it vanished into the abyss.

And somehow, in that infinite darkness, you felt free. Free from the hunger gnawing at your ribs, free from the constant fear of being hunted, free from the agony you had once dared to call life.

And as the last shred of your consciousness flickered like a dying ember, a fleeting thought surfaced — perhaps this was what people called mercy.

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