#heroxvampire

[save-the-villainous-cat]

For a request I'd LOVE to see a lost, wounded hero in the woods stumbling into a vampires evil lair for shelter if you ever have the time to write that! Maybe hurt/comfort cause I eat that up

The hero’s eyes were filled with tears, desperate sobs escaping their throat quickly. So quick, in fact, that they had problems with breathing. Feeling themselves hyperventilate, they clawed at the wound in their arm, longing for the pain, begging it to make the threatening panic attack disappear.

The vampire tilted their head and let out a long, lingering breath. Silently, they observed the scene in their little house which was supposed to be hidden and sealed away from the world. Once, they’d met the hero. Cocky and arrogant, too reckless for their own good — it described the human in front of them, it described their actions perfectly. But right now, the vampire could only see the consequences of those.

“Easy,” the vampire said. Their voice was low and close to soothing but the hero was smart enough not to fall for that. The vampire knew. The hero knew. “Sit down.”

Without a second thought, the hero obeyed and exhausted from the chase, they let themselves fall onto a chair. However, they made sure to keep an eye on the door.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” the hero said.

“Clearly not.” The vampire’s eyes fell to the wound and sparkled weirdly. It was definitely a challenge to keep their mind clear.

Seeing blood was one thing. But smelling it, hearing the hero whimper…the vampire closed their eyes as they could nearly taste the hero on their tongue again. It was a curse, wasn’t it? To know the hero tasted better than anything the vampire ever had, to know that they couldn’t taste them right now…

“I’ll…” The vampire’s voice shook. Overwhelmed by sweet memories and raw instinct, it took every last drop of their control to keep their desires at bay. Sinking their fangs into that sweet skin once again and sucking on the sweetness the hero offered…god…just thinking about it was blasphemous. “I’ll clean you up.”

“It’s alright. I need an hour, maybe two and I’ll be gone, I promise.”

“This looks serious,” the vampire said. Hunger. The hero’s skin on theirs. The sweet murmurs and soft words whispered. Bite me.

Still, the hero was uneasy. More nervous than anything. They looked away, swallowed…their heart was beating fast and clear but they were in a lot of pain.

“You want my blood.” To that, the vampire didn’t say anything. Because, honestly, that wasn’t quite the truth. Yes, they wanted the hero’s blood. But they also chased that feeling again. The teasing, the warmth, the permission to bite.

Their one night stand had meant much more to them than they wanted to admit. Giving the hero control over their body and listening to their orders made them weak. Infuriatingly weak. To sense the rushing blood under their skin and hold themselves back had awoken something within them. Addictive. That’s what the hero was.

The vampire turned around and fetched a clean towel. They let it soak in warm water and eventually forced themselves to sit down next to the hero.

“May I?” they asked, focused on the hero’s eyes. Surprisingly, the hero, though startled, nodded with an open mouth and the vampire wiped the blood away.

Silence drowned them but what seemed to be a quiet moment between the two turned out to be a violent fight within the vampire. Instinctively, they grabbed the hero’s arm strongly. Saliva gathered in their mouth. Their pupils were blown up. Focus.

“You’re doing so well,” the hero said. Unsure, the vampire looked up. At least, some of the panic had vanished and even if the hero tried to hide their pain with flirting, they seemed to be better. What a tease.

“Could say the same about you.” They inhaled deeply and swallowed. Fucking focus. “I don’t have painkillers here, I’m sorry.”

“Your bite numbs, though,” the hero said.

“You’ve already lost enough blood,” the vampire argued.

“Then don’t take too much.”

Sweat ran down the vampire’s back. Christ. How was the hero the one in control in this situation?

“Hey,” the hero said, cupping the vampire’s cheek. “Help me out here, will you?”

“I—” The vampire grabbed the hero’s wrist.

“I need you,” the hero said. “It burns like a bitch and I don’t think I can handle the stitches. I need you.”

Holy shit.

“Be good for me, please. Help me. One bite.”

This was truly edging the vampire and they feared it only got worse.