#if vampires were real and they looked this good covered in blood i'd let me them bite me a little

[jaypentaghast]

Interview with the Vampire (2022) Some 'i'm the world's most dangerous predator bella' ass looks right here.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 18

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Part 17 🟣 Part 19

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst...

Word count: 3k

A/N: Alright, I keep finding myself in a position where I need to apologize for what's happening. And apparently we're back to my usual habit of cockblocking my boys. So a special "I'm so very sorry" to @ellethespaceunicorn right now, because I know this is not what they wanted to happen 😂😂 Enjoy!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

“It's open.” As soon as you heard the gentle voice on the other side of the door, you sighed and reached for the door handle. “Hello, love, what has you up so late?” He asked out of politeness, of course; he knew exactly what was on your mind.

“I'm cold,” you said, despite knowing there was no way to hide why you were truly here. “And I can't sleep.” At least that wasn't a lie.

The look in Marshall's eyes asked you another question: What were you doing here?

“Mike's pulling an all-nighter for his extra credit assignment, August and Sherlock are at work, and…” Shit. You hadn't intended to make it sound like Walter was a last resort, or something. Part of your reason for showing up at his door was — indeed — that you didn't want to be alone, but you couldn't possibly describe how happy it made you that the current circumstances forced you into this uncharted territory. It would have been easier to curl up next to Sherlock, Mike or August, just because you'd done it before, when the simple truth was that you wanted to be with Marshall right now. You'd almost go as far as saying that some invisible force had pulled you from your bed and towards his room — even after you'd spent the better part of an hour trying to convince yourself that being by yourself in your own bed was just fine.

But it hadn't been ‘just fine’. And neither was standing around outside Walter's room, too scared to walk up to him and curl up on his bed.

Nervous fingers fidgeted with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as you stared at your feet, too scared to ask for what you wanted. The one time you wanted him to read your thoughts and he just wouldn't?

“Why don't you come in?” he finally asked, after what seemed like an eternity, while he pulled the covers back. Even accepting the invitation was difficult, although you couldn't pinpoint why that was, exactly.

You got into bed with him, and — for reasons unbeknownst to you — curled up as far away from him as the space would allow.

“I'd say I don't bite, but…” he chuckled softly as he reached for your arm, gently brushing your skin with his fingertips.

“Walter,” you whispered, “I'm so sorry.” What were you even apologizing for?

“Good grief, come here, love!” He pulled you into his arms, and although there was a part of you that wanted to protest, you didn't. Couldn't. Perhaps a little sliver of your brain knew you shouldn't. “You have nothing to apologize for. I, on the other hand, do.”

Your confused expression prompted him to continue: “I took your advice and got over myself. I never meant to create any tension between us, and I apologize for the way I acted when I ran into you in the hallway last week. I promise you I don't have a problem being the last one —”

“You're not,” you interrupted. “Sherlock…”

“Talk to him,” Marshall said softly, clearly not intent on letting you in on whatever it was that he knew and you didn't. “All I'm trying to say is that I'm glad you didn't rush this. You're here because you're ready for whatever it is that we are, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me.” He pressed his lips to your temple, and a shiver rippled through your entire body. You felt it in your toes, and a soft moan escaped before you could stop it.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, “please.”

Marshall happily obliged, pressing his lips to yours — softly at first, but that didn't last long. He grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up to his hip, crushing your body against his, while he deepened the kiss.

He was everything you dreamed he would be — a pleasant combination of rough and demanding, yet gentle and pliable. His scent invaded your senses like never before; a smoky, warm scent, that suited him perfectly. You moaned softly as his tongue danced with yours, and before you knew it, he turned the both of you around, trapping you underneath his body, pinning you to the mattress. His mouth left yours, and you mewled in short-lived disappointment as his lips moved to your neck, instead.

Then, he was gone.

“Get out.” His voice was dark and gravelly, almost a growl, and he was standing on the far side of the room. “Go to Mike’s room, lock the door, do not leave until Sherlock comes to get you.”

What the hell was going on here? “Darling, I’m not kidding. Go.”

You were paralyzed by fear as you watched what was so clearly a predator dig his nails into the wall of his room — and actually making dents with his fingertips. For the first time since you’d moved into the house — even counting the last time Marshall had had this intense a reaction to you — you felt like prey.

“Come on, Sweetcheeks, does he look like he’s joking?” Mike pulled you off the bed and a second later you were in his bedroom. “Fuck.”

“Mike, what the hell is going on?” you asked — several times, even, but no answer came. Mike simply tucked you into his bed, kissed your forehead and told you to go to sleep — which you were only able to do, eventually, because of the rhythmic clicking of Mike’s keyboard.

“Princess, we have come to the collective conclusion that Mike has done something incredibly dumb.”

“Well, now, there’s a surprise,” you chuckled, and Mike burst into laughter.

“It’s not funny, Mike,” Sherlock said calmly, an icy edge to his usually polite voice. “You nearly started a war between us.”

“I mean, he’s the one who—” Before he could finish his sneer at Marshall, August’s hand hit the back of Mike’s head. “Right. I’m sorry, what I did was wrong and irresponsible, and I need to think things through more often.”

“And then probably still ask a grown-up if it’s a good idea,” August muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Boys,” you warned them — alright, mostly August, “what is this about?”

“He marked you,” Sherlock said, his voice grim and his brow furrowed as he gestured at the side of your neck, where Mike’s bite had left two small, round scars. “We hoped it wouldn’t matter — our optimism was foolish, of course. I’ve hated those scars for weeks, and I can’t imagine August is much of a fan, either.” He sighed deeply and leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as he let out a frustrated groan.

“We should have done something immediately,” August muttered.

“Well, yes,” Sherlock agreed, “but we didn’t. We’re lucky no one got hurt.” He was looking at you. He was talking about you. Who else would get hurt?

“What do we do now?” you asked carefully. It was easy to read the room; the guys were tense, Mike looked incredibly guilty, and Marshall was still actively avoiding looking at you.

“First, princess, we give you another vampire-lesson,” August snarled, “that Mike will be forced to sit through as a refresher-course on why we don’t do this, even though he knows exactly why that is. Then, the three of us” — he gestured at himself, Sherlock and Walter — “sit back and enjoy the show while you tear him” — he pointed at Mikey — “a new one. Then you decide what you want to do, although we do have a… proposal of sorts.” You almost missed the devious glint in his eyes.

“Mike, why?” you whispered about ten minutes later, when Sherlock had finished his explanation.

“I love you, I didn’t want to lose you to them… Didn’t work anywhere near as well as I’d hoped, I have to admit, but—” You rolled your eyes and raised a hand to shut him up.

“Mike, do you have any idea how incredibly violated I feel?” What had he been thinking? That the inescapable explanation of how marking was the vampire equivalent of pretty much marriage would have resulted in a simple shrug from you as you went on with your life, happily tied to your vampire hubby for eternity? He wasn’t that stupid, right? Was he?

“Ow, fuck!” Apparently, you were incredibly stupid. Hitting a vampire? Really? “August, break his face for me, would you?”

“My pleasure, princess,” August chuckled, “but I’m afraid we’re here to avoid bloodshed.”

“He basically married me without my consent! How can you even do that? Someone tell me if the wooden stake thing is real!”

“You can try stabbing him with a chopstick later,” August said, “right now, we need to fix this.”

How in the world would you even begin to try to fix this?

“The first option would be to undo this,” Sherlock said calmly, “but one of us will have to match the previous bite, which will hurt, and it will damage your relationship with Mike, for the time being.”

“And the second option?” As much as you thought he was an asshat and a total clown for doing this to you, you didn’t want your relationship to suffer…

“That would bring us to the proposal August talked about before,” Marshall said. As it turns out, the word ‘proposal’ was far more accurate than you had expected.

“Vampires don’t have the habit of getting down on one knee, princess,” August said with a smile, which turned back to a grim expression as he continued to speak: “But we do tend to discuss this with our potential partners beforehand, Mike.”

“I know, August!” Mike suddenly snapped. “I made a mistake!”

“Yet another,” August mumbled so low you could barely hear him.

“August, lay off him!” you yelled, surprising yourself as you did it. “He’s right. He made a mistake, and a pretty damn stupid one, but you guys don’t have half the right that I do to get mad at this jerk right now.” Mike pouted at you, clearly a little disappointed with what you’d just said.

“Fine,” August sighed. “What I was trying to say is… we would all like to have what Mike has.”

“Yet again,” Mike muttered.

“Mike, not helping,” you hissed over your shoulder before turning to the guys. “I couldn’t be happier, guys.” Of course you wanted to be with them forever!

“We do want you to understand that, although not legally binding, these marks are a symbol of a significant emotional commitment," Sherlock explained. “You shouldn’t think lightly of this.”

“We understand if you have questions or reservations,” Walter added. “And we feel that some introductions should be made before we proceed with any of this, anyway.”

Introductions? To whom? Was there another part of their coven you hadn’t met yet?

“There are some other members of our family you haven’t met,” August added. Ah, right. Sometimes, you hated being right.

The guys looked up when Mike cleared his throat. “Maybe a good first step would be to, eh… undo the damage I’ve done.” His lip was trembling and he had trouble looking August in the eye.

“What? No!” you protested. Hadn’t he heard Sherlock say it would damage your relationship? Was he willing to risk that?

“Sweetcheeks,” Mike said as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you close, “if you love me half as much as I know you do, you’ll come back to me.”

“Back?” you stammered. Were you going to lose him completely? Because if that were the case, then your answer to this was no, no, no and a thousand times no.

“Not completely,” Marshall said softly, “but things will probably change. That said, I do believe he’s right. And I mostly don’t think we can ask you to jump into something with the three of us just because of a little fuck-up.”

“Major fuck-up,” August unhelpfully added.

"August, enough!” Sherlock snapped. It was always impressive to see how the guys reacted when he lost his temper a little, and it made you a little proud to be with him.

“He’s the patriarch of the household,” Marshall explained, reading into your thoughts, “it comes with the perk that he can order us around and it’s extremely difficult for us to ignore him.”

“I don’t enjoy exercising that power,” Sherlock said, “and I hardly consider it a perk.”

“She thinks it’s sexy, though,” August said, winking at you.

“Shut up, August,” you snapped, and — to your surprise — he shut his mouth, although it didn’t look like he did so of his own volition. A result of the lingering effects of your status as household smoothie, perhaps?

“Maybe,” Marshall answered your unasked question. “Although I believe it’s not uncommon for Naturals to slip into a vacant reigning position.” He raised a questioning eyebrow at Sherlock, who confirmed his statement.

“Don’t overdramatize it,” August huffed, “it’s just because she’s the only, and therefore eldest, woman in the coven.”

“Hm, nice and heteronormative,” you noted. The others laughed.

“It’s much more flexible than you might think from this short introduction,” Sherlock explained. “I’ve been around enough covens to have witnessed all kinds of configurations in coven hierarchy. Up to and including a very charismatic non-binary individual who miraculously eliminated any need for a second leader. Highly uncommon, but absolutely fascinating, we—”

“Sherlock,” August interjected, “the point?”

“The point, dear August,” you said with a coy smile, “is that this may not be because I’m the only woman in the house.”

“Ignore August,” Marshall said, and the guys laughed again when you pointed out that you usually did ignore him, “he’s just bitter that he loses his status the second Sherlock sets foot in the door.”

“At least when it’s Charles, there’s a bit of a struggle to it,” August admitted.

“Charles, your father?” you asked, only to be met with four sharp hisses.

“Don’t,” Sherlock said with a sweet chuckle to his voice, “please. I beg you, don’t complicate coven dynamics with human ideas of family relations.”

“Oh, I’ve heard this speech before,” you said before he could continue. “But he was born, not created. What else am I supposed to think?”

“I think describing Charles as my father is reasonable,” August said to your — and Sherlock’s — surprise. “It’s what I typically call him — although not to his face. But I also think it’s rather important to not read into it too much. Succubi are incapable of love, and Charles was little more than a glorified sperm donor, but I am his biological offspring, and by human definition that would mean he is my father.”

“But we’re not reading into that, huh?” you asked sarcastically. What was the big deal, anyway? How complicated could the comparison with family make things to begin with?

“Darling,” Marshall said with a smile so kind it immediately became obvious to you that he was about to say something rather disturbing. “Sherlock turned me, and I turned Mike. Now, how would you like hanging on to that comparison if it meant you kissed your boyfriend’s grandfather and were well on your way to fucking his dad?”

Judging from the way they started laughing, you must have looked well and truly mortified. They were right — of course they were! After all, they’d had centuries of experience with this. It had been completely foolish of you to assume you were somehow right about this while they weren’t.

“Yeah, I get it now,” you muttered, although your mind wouldn’t let go of the comparison just yet, which meant you felt really weird about your relationship with the guys now, for the first time in a while.

“Maybe this will make it easier to let go of the thought,” August said when he sensed your distress. “Suppose one of us were to turn you,” — you knew it was foolish to hope he wouldn’t sense how happy that thought made you, but you hoped for it anyway — “would you ever consider him a parent?”

No. The simple and honest answer to that question was a resounding negative. In fact, you were sure nothing would change about the way you saw these guys. Unconsciously, you moved closer to Mike on the couch, and he wrapped an arm around you. It was safe there, knowing he knew what you wanted. The look the others shared let you know that they knew it too, but no one seemed prepared to bring it up at this point in time.

“To get back to the matter at hand,” August finally said, “because some of us have things to do… Mike, are you sure this is what you want?”

Mike looked at him for a moment and sighed in frustration. “It’s the last thing I want! But it needs to happen. What I did was wrong, and I took away her choice, and if we’re going to do this, I want us to do it right.”

“Mike, I don’t want to lose you.” You wrapped your arms around him as you spoke.

“You won’t.” He sounded so sure of it that you found yourself agreeing to his proposal without even realizing it, taking it as a good sign that the others didn’t try to stop you. It couldn’t be a horrible idea if Sherlock was on board with it, right? “August, would you…”

August nodded and got up, appearing next to you on the couch a fraction of a moment later. “Right now?”

“I think it would be best to rip this Band-Aid off as quickly as possible,” Sherlock said. Were you imagining things, or did he sound a little bit anxious about the whole thing after all?

“This is going to hurt, princess,” August warned you. “And there is nothing I can do about that.” He quietly moved his lips to the side of your throat, where Mike had marked you, and you prepared for the bite — which was difficult, as you had no real idea of what to expect.

Whatever you had expected, however, wasn’t the excruciating pain you felt when August’s fangs pierced the scarred skin, and you couldn’t help but cry out in agony. Even when his teeth withdrew again, the feeling of being stabbed with a red-hot poker remained, only very minimally soothed by the feeling of August’s tongue against your neck.

You slumped back into the couch and looked to your side, where Mike was sitting, and as soon as you locked eyes with him, it was as if something between the two of you snapped.

[rindecisions]

What Are You?

Made for the @strangerthingswritersguild Daily Prompt

Prompt | “in my defense, this wasn’t the outcome I was expecting.”

WC | 1039 Rating | Teen Ship | Pre-Steddie CW | Blood Drinking, Mention on Death Tags | Vampire Eddie, Blood Drinking, Apprehension, Fear, Acquaintances

Turned out to be the perfect prompt to add to my Vampire Eddie Series: Bloodlust

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"Oh, good. You're awake!" Steve stated chipperly when he heard Eddie groan. "I wasn't sure if you were going to wake up at all. You slept the whole day.”

"Yeah, I—" Eddie tried to sit up, holding his head as it spun. "I don't function during daylight hours.”

"You don't functi—What?" Steve stated in confusion. "Well, right before you passed out, you said you were hungry, so I have food ready for whenever you want it. It'll just take a few minutes for me to heat it up.”

Eddie laughed and finally got a good look at the victim he passed out on last night. His face fell in shock. "Harrington!?" He sat upright despite his splitting headache. "What are—? Why am I—?”

Steve shook his head with a small laugh. "I'll take it you don't remember last night. You must have been hella drunk or something because you were barely coherent and just kind of passed out on—" When his eyes met Eddie's, his blood ran cold, just as it had last night. He was certain he'd been seeing things, but sure enough, Eddie's eyes were solid black. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed in horror, grasping the armrests of the chair he was sitting in.

"Woah!" Eddie gasped, putting his hands up where Steve could see them. "I know my eyes are fucked-up, but I don't want to hurt you.”

"The fuck are you?!" Steve spat. "Are you even Eddie? Are you like some evil clone thing?" he asked frantically, pulling his legs up on the chair as if he'd seen a mouse in the room.

"Look, I'm still Eddie. I'm the same loser from high school. I just got into some shit and ended up like this, alright?" He was breathing heavily, both from the panic of Steve freaking out and because he could feel himself getting weaker the longer he was awake without feeding. He could swear he could hear Steve's heart pushing the life-giving liquid through his body.

As freaked out as he was, Steve couldn't help but worry when he saw Eddie sway slightly and his eyelids flutter. He looked like he was about to pass out again any second now. He also looked insanely pale, but he wasn't sure if it was because he was suffering or due to whatever he'd become.

He wanted to trust Eddie. He was acting and speaking like himself, but there was no doubt that there was something different about him, and not just the weird eyes. "What were you trying to do to me last night?" Steve asked suspiciously.

Eddie groaned with a cringe and ran his hand through his hair. "In my defense, this wasn't the outcome I was expecting.”

"What were you expecting?" Steve squinted.

"If everything had gone as planned, you wouldn't have remembered anything," he sighed.

"Any of what?" Steve stressed.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie flopped back onto the soft bed. "The best way to sum it up is that I'm a vampire now.”

"What!?" Steve snapped. "But vampires aren't re—" He froze and glanced at Eddie's inhuman eyes. "Holy shit... Vampires are real..." He sat back down in the chair and stared at the carpet in disbelief.

Eddie pursed his lips as he let Steve process that information in silence.

"Wait! Does that mean you were going to drink my blood?!" Steve gasped, covering his neck with both hands.

"Bingo," Eddie sighed. "But it wouldn't kill you," he added quickly before Steve freaked out even further. "I'd only take what I needed. You'd barely even notice. At most, you might feel a little weak or woozy. They take more from you when you donate blood than what I would need to survive off of for a few days.”

Steve relaxed a little at the information, but still kept his hands loosely around his neck. "Was that why you passed out? You haven't... y'know.”

"Yeah," Eddie nodded weakly. "It's been almost a week.”

"A week!?" Steve exclaimed. He might not understand this whole thing with Eddie being a vampire or whatever, but it didn't sound like a good thing to go a week without eating. Even if eating meant sucking someone's blood. His first instinct was to help, but how exactly could he help? Was he really willing to risk letting Eddie drink his blood?

"I don't think I've ever gone this long," He groaned and tried to sit up, but his head spun too fiercely and he fell back onto the pillows.

"Why have you?”

"I try not to take more than I need, and I just let it go too far this time.”

"Is it gross or something?" Steve cringed at the idea of drinking blood.

"No, I fucking love it," Eddie scoffed. "It's almost better than sex. Everything about it is just incredible, but that makes it dangerous. It's pretty easy to overindulge and end up killing someone by bleeding them dry.”

Steve shivered at the thought.

"So I make a point to pace myself. I really don't want to end up killing someone.”

"When you're this weak, wouldn't you need a lot more to get back on your feet?”

"Not necessarily. I just need enough to not feel like shit anymore, then I can take small drinks here and there to get back to 100%.”

Steve swallowed nervously, not sure how to feel about what he was considering. "Does it have to be the neck?”

Eddie laughed feebly and shook his head. "Anywhere on the body works. If it bleeds, I can drink it." He jumped when Steve's fist came flying towards his face. On top of the shock of not getting punched, he was baffled by Steve holding out his wrist to him.

"Just what you need, right?" Steve confirmed tentatively.

Eddie swallowed as his mouth watered, staring hungrily at the clear veins under his tender skin. He forced himself to sit upright before delicately cradling Steve's hand and arm. He looked up at the man in awe and gave a small nod. "Are you sure?”

Steve nodded sharply and looked away. "Do it before I change my mind.”

Eddie licked his lips as he brought the wrist up to his open mouth, his heart racing wildly.

[detectivenyx]

Go looking for Byakuya.

You, Chihiro, and Sayaka direct Leon, Yasuhiro, and Mondo up towards the library, before heading back down.

Methodically, you check each room for Byakuya. First, the trophy room and gymnasium. No sign of him.

Next, you check the medbay. You find... perhaps, sign of him. Not the most pleasant sight - a bloody scalpel and several empty bags on the floor - bags that, clearly, at one point, contained blood. And though the sink has been rinsed, that stain never truly can be washed away...

When you turn to Sayaka and Chihiro, both have averted and covered their faces.

"..."

"..."

You decide to move on.

You check the small souvenir shop (putting aside why a school has a souvenir shop for another day), and again - no sign of Byakuya.

It's in the A/V lab, that you finally catch sight of him at one of the monitors, a video playing in the background.

You quietly approach to not alert him - observing the video. You cannot hear it due to Byakuya having plugged headphones in, but you make out the shapes and words on screen. People sitting in circles and talking - pointing accusatory fingers at each other. The text 'Similar to games of Mafia and Werewolf'.

A full sentence: "In the coming days, if both sides are struggling, you may be assigned roles with advantages and disadvantages."

"For the humans, this is what you can expect-"

The screen suddenly shuts off. Byakuya removes the headset, and swivels around to face you.

"If you wanted to learn more about this game, maybe you should have come here and found the disk yourself."

"How'd you know we were here?!"

"I'd known since you opened the door. Why do you think the lights are off in here?"

"You shouldn't run off on your own like this..."

"Quite the contrary. I've not been disturbed by a vampire or a human."

"U-Um... we should let you know, Touko is dead."

"Seems like all the more reason to stay in here, if I'm honest."

"Why would you say something like that?!"

"Touko died. Touko went off with one of the largest groups. From there, I imagine you've split off into smaller groups to explore more in less time. And because of it, Touko died."

"... That's close."

"Naturally. At the very least, she's kicked off this game. Here I thought, the vampires would be bleeding hearts who would avoid the violence like Chihiro insisted."

"S-So all that blood in the medbay--"

"If you're asking about the blood transfusion bags? That was me, yes. I figured it'd make the game more interesting if the vampires had to kill for their blood."

"W-Weren't you one insisting that--"

"I did say the idea of actual vampires sounded preposterous, yes. If I may ask, how did Touko die?"

...

You point to two points on your neck, mimicking the bite you found on Touko.

"... So we may be dealing with real vampires after all."

"... It might be a good idea to return upstairs to help with the investigation."

"You've got all the information you need from me. Unless one of you calls a trial, I'm staying in here."

... You've certainly been given a lot to think about. And yet, there is still more to go. Hell, you still haven't completely explored this place. There's so much you could do.

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

As the vampire advances on Sam, a woman appears in the doorway.

"Wait! Step back, Eli" Eli pulls back, his fangs retracting. The woman walks over and pulls of Sam's gag "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk"

"Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth"

"He won't hurt you either. You have my word"

"Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met"

"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time"

"What is this, some kind of joke?"

"Notice you're still alive"

"Okay, uh, correct me If I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?"

"We've found other ways. Cattle blood" Lenore says, looking at Eli.

"You're telling me you're responsible for all the-"

"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But- it allows us to get by"

"Okay, uh, why?"

"Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined"

"Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?" Eli asks.

"Eli!"

"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight, they murdered Conrad and they celebrated"

"Eli, that's enough"

"Yeah, Eli, that's enough"

"What'd one is done. We're leaving this town tonight"

"Then why did you bring me here? Why are you even talk to me"

"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us"

"So, you're asking us not to follow you"

"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone"

"Right, so you keep saying, but give me one good reason why I should I believe you"

"Fine" She gets in Sam's face "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go" Sam looks at her, startled "Take him back. Not a mark on him" Two vampires lead Sam back to the truck, his head covered in the sack again. They drive off.

==

Back in their motel room, Dean, Y/N, and Gordon sit at the table, discussing strategy over a map.

"This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best"

"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town. Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?"

"Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good" Gordon ask.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half" Dean says, smirking. Y/N looks at her watch

"What time is it? Where is Sam?" She asks.

"Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type"

"Yeah, he is, but..." The door opens and Dean and Y/N turns to look and Sam enters. He gives Dean and Y/N a look.

"Where you been?" Dean asks.

"Can I talk to you two alone?" Y/N walks over to him.

"You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" Dean says to Gordon, who is staring at Sam, shaking his head. Sam, Dean and Y/N exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot.

"Guys, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt" Sam says.

"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Dean asks.

"In the nest"

"What! Did they hurt you!" Y/N says.

"No, no, they didn't hurt me"

"You found it?" Dean asks.

"They found me, guys"

"How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?" Dean asks.

"None"

"Well Sam, they didn't just let you go"

"That's exactly what they did" The three-stop walking.

"All right, well, where is it?" Y/N asks.

"I was blindfolded, I don't know"

"Well, you've got to know something"

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Guys, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them"

"Why not"

"I don't think they're like vampires. I don't think they're killing people"

"You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are"

"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood"

"And you believe them?"

"Look at him, Dean. They let him go without a scratch" Y/N says.

"Wait, so you're saying...No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em" Dean says walking away.

"Why?" Sam asks, Dean stops. What they don't see is Gordon looking around the corner

"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's out job"

"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!"

"Of course, they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them"

"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time"

"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows"

"Gordon?" Dean says

"Yes"

"You're taking his word for it?"

"I ain't" Y/N mutters.

"That's right"

"Ellen says he's bad news"

"You called Ellen?" Sam nods "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon"

"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?"

"What are you talking about?" Dean asks.

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one"

"Shut up, Sam"

"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day"

"You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this"

"You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory" Sam shouts, letting his anger out.

"Okay" He starts to turn away, then punches Sam, hard. Sam pauses, turning back slowly, but not rising to the bait. Y/N grabs Dean's collar and punches him, twice as hard, he steps back and looks up to her, his hand holding his cheek.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again! You should know better!" Y/N shouts, glaring at Dean.

"You hit me all you want. It's won't change anything" Sam says, looking to Dean.

"I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself"

"Dean?" Dean returns to the motel room, Sam and Y/N following; Gordon is gone.

"Gordon?" Dean calls.

"You think he went after them?" Y/N asks.

"Probably"

"Dean, we have to stop him" Sam says.

"Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand"

"Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that"

"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys" Sam points to the table where he'd set them earlier; they're gone.

"He snaked the keys"

==

Dean is hotwiring his car and grimacing. Sam is sitting shotgun and Y/N is sitting in the back.

"I can't believe his. We just fixed her up, too" The car starts "So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?"

"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm"

"How do you know?" Dean asks.

"I counted" He starts tracing a path on the map in his lap "They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge"

"You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good"

==

Lenore is packing things into boxes; Eli comes in and sets a box on the table.

"In the truck, thank you"

"We can't leave like this. Lenore. Listen to me, we need to stay and fight"

"They were my friends too, Eli, my family"

"That's not what I'm talking about. This is self-defence. Kill or be killed. They can't hunt us if they're dead"

"Killing those three wouldn't solve anything. There's more where they came from. We're out-numbered. This. This is all we can do. Try and reason-"

"You can't reason with these people. They're going to kill us all anyway. We should at least take a few of them with us" Eli says.

"I'm not giving up hope. If we can change, they can change. Now go into town and gather the others. We leave before sunrise"

==

Gordon's red car crosses the bridge and turns up a smaller road. Some ways behind, Sam, Dean and Y/N are in the Impala. Sam sighs, staring at the map. Dean glances at him, then looks back to the road. Sam frowns at Dean.

==

Lenore comes out of the house with a box, sets it on the flatbed of a trunk. She turns and Gordon is there. He grabs her, raises his knife that glistens with blood. He stabs it into her chest; she goes limp.

"Dead man's blood, bitch"

==

Gordan dips the knife into a jar of blood. Lenore is tied to a chair nearby, covered in cuts, pale and sticky. He circles around her, slices the bloody knife across her chest. She groans. Sam, Dean and Y/N arrive.

"Sam, Dean and Y/N. Come on in"

"Hey, Gordan. What's going on?" Dean asks.

"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?"

"Look, man-" Y/N says.

"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers" He drags the knife across her arm; veins trace away from the cut.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all chill out, huh?" Dean says.

"I'm completely chill"

"Gordon, put that knife down" Sam steps towards Gordon, Dean stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill"

"Just step away from her, all right?"

"You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery" He pulls out a larger knife "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane" He turns towards Lenore; Sam steps to block him

"Gordon, I'm letting her go" Gordon points the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him

"You're not doing a damn thing" Y/N then walks over, standing next to Sam. She puts her hand onto Gordon's and moves it so the knife is pointing at her.

"No one points a knife at my baby brother" she says.

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this"

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray"

"Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel"

"Do you?"

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..." Gordon laughs.

"Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So, I hunted her down, and I killed her myself"

"You did what?" Y/N asks.

"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you if it was your sister" Gordon says, gesturing to Y/N.

"So, you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires; you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care" Sam says.

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it" He grabs Sam's arm, slices the knife across it, then lays the knife against his throat, dragging him towards Lenore. Dean and Y/N pull out their guns.

"Let him go. Now!" Dean shouts.

"You messed up big time!" Y/N says.

"Relax. If I wanted to kill him, he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point" Gordon holds the cut on Sam's arm over Lenore, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extending.

"Hey!" Y/N and Dean shouts.

"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty" Lenore controls herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away.

"No. No" Dean and Y/N look at her surprised.

"You hear her, Gordon?"

"No! No!" Sam pushes the knife away from his throat, and pushes Gordon away.

"We're done here"

"Sam, get her out of here. Dean you too" Y/N says. Dean looks to her but he sees the fury in her eyes and listens to her.

"Yeah" Sam picks Lenore up in his arms; Gordon takes a step towards him, but Y/N still has the gun trained on him.

"Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Back the fuck up" She says, warning Gordon from interfering with Sam "Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about" Gordon looks to his knife then to Y/N.

"Get out of my way"

"Sorry"

"You're not serious"

"I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me" Gordon nods, considering. He looks at his knife, then jams it into the table.

"Fine" Y/N looks at the knife, then looks at her gun. She pulls the clip out of the gun and puts in into her pocket. Gordon punches her; they start fighting. Gordon grabs the knife again; Y/N groans. They are fairly well matched. Y/N gets him against a wall and smashes the hand with the knife against the wall, eventually Gordon drops it

"What are you doing? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Y/N, we're on the same side here"

"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard" Gordon punches Y/N twice, he then kicks her across the room. She smashes onto a table.

"You're not like your brothers. You're a killer. Like me" Gordon approaches but is kicked down and punches him twice before hauling him up against the wall, and elbows him in the face, knocking him out. Pinning him under her elbow, she slams Gordon's head into another wall.

"Oh, sorry" Y/N sets him in the chair and ties him up "You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now. And I did say no one points a knife at my brother and what did you do, you went further and cut him"

==

Sam and Dean returns to find Gordon tied to the chair, Y/N pacing. Gordon and Dean watch each other.

"Did we miss anything?" Sam asks.

"Nah, not much. Lenore got out, okay?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. All of 'em did" Dean replies

"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" Gordon looks at her "All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you" She jams Gordon's knife into a table behind her.

"Ready to go"

"Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real" She hits Gordon, knocking him in his chair to the floor. Sam clears his throat, whereas Dean smirks. She turns around smiling "Okay. I'm good now. We can go" As they exit the farmhouse, all three winces at their recent injuries- Sam's left arm is wrapped in a bandage. Dean stops, setting himself on his feet like a boxer.

"Sam? Clock me one"

"What?"

"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go"

"No"

"You'll never get another chance, Sam" Y/N says. Sam thinks for a second, but turns to walk away, before turning back around and punching Dean, Dean falls back. Y/N laughs as Dean stands up, holding his cheek.

"Man! Jesus that almost hurt more than Y/N's did. Did she teach you or somethin'"

"Nah, I pick up a few things"

"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up" Y/N says.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks, Sam also looking confused.

"Think about all the hunts we went on, Guys, our whole lives"

"Okay"

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us... "

"Y/N, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could"

"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it"

"You didn't kill Lenore"

"No, but when I saw her face looking up at you like that, every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all"

"Yeah, Y/N, but you didn't. And that's what matters. Hell, you even talked me out of it" Dean says.

"Yeah. Well, 'cause you're a pain in my ass"

"Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then" Dean says.

"Thanks"

"Don't mention it" Sam gets in the passenger's side; Dean gets into the driver's side. Y/N stares off into the distance for a moment before climbing in the backseat and Dean drives away.

[yunho-es]

Member/s: Jongin(EXO)

Genre:NSFW, Vampire!Kai

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, NSFW content

Words: 2348

I made a little moodboard for this oneshot 😊

I could almost hear my blood flow through my veins as I moved through the dark hallways. I had taken my shoes off so I make less noise, so now I'm roaming the dark castle completely barefoot. An amateurish move, but that was the only thing I could think of. I stopped in my tracks when I felt a cold breeze on my left side.

My heart sunk in fear and I found myself gulping and getting ready to run. I was lost, so there was no way I was turning around: going forward was the only way. I had promised myself that if I got out alive, I'd kill my colleagues. I wasn't one of the best investigators like them, they had just transferred me last week to a higher level. They used me as a bait to see how safe the castle is.

When I felt the cold breeze on my right side, I dropped my sneakers on the floor and started running for life. He's here. He exists. And he may not be as merciful as his crazy fangirls describe him. I want to keep my blood inside me and my neck clean from any bites.

I sighed in relief when I found a stairway that led down to what seemed like the garden. Hopefully, it's not a graveyard. Just as my hand reached for the fence, a firm, cold hand grabbed my wrist and I found myself screaming uncontrollably. I closed my eyes almost shaking in fear. The cold breeze was everywhere around me and the hand was still on my wrist. Soon I feel the other one on my mouth, muffling my ear piercing screams.

"Quiet."

The voice was husky and made me obey him. Before I could say anything else, I felt a strong pain on the back of my head and I found myself falling into his cold arms.

***

I was awoken by a loud slamming that sounded like a window being shut. I could hear the wind, but I couldn't see anything. When I had troubles to open my eyes, I realised I was blindfolded. That son of a b*tch blindfolded me. I tried moving my arms, but they were tied by a soft, silky material. I couldn't feel any pain, so I guessed he hadn't done anything to me.

"Feeling comfortable?", the voice spoke.

"Untie me. Now.", I demanded.

"No.", I shivered as I felt a breath near my ear. "Who sent the little girl to a dangerous castle at night?"

"That's my job."

"Your job is to break into homes? What did you even plan to do, stupid girl? Go inside, check if I'm real, then quickly go outside? Maybe snap a few pictures?" The blindfold was roughly taken off of my eyes and I immediately closed them. I wasn't ready for whatever was in front of me. "You can't even look at me. I don't understand. Are you really stupid or did someone make you do this?"

"I'm not stupid. I'm just trying my best and-"

"Look at me.", the husky voice interrupted me. "Open your eyes, dolly. You came to play, now let's play. Open them."

He quickly went from playful to serious and it scared me to death. I was squirming on the soft mattress, as if I really had a way out of this. Then, I felt his cold fingers wrap around my neck and I gasped. That's it. I'm going to die.

"You smell very nice. You look enchanting, so ready to be my sweet treat. So ready to die."

For a second I thought I stopped breathing. His movements were slow and I knew I could expect anything from him. "No, please-"

"Quiet."

My soul almost left my body when I felt a warm, wet tongue brushing against my neck, from my collarbone to my jaw. I heard low humming as he pulled away and I finally allowed myself to open my eyes.

I was greeted with dark, red eyes and a smirk. I was laying on a big bed with red sheets and the man in front of me had both of his legs on my sides, trapping me between them. He was on his knees, his hands on the sides of my head. "Hello." I thought of screaming again, but it would just make him angry. Who knows where he'd tie me up next? A dungeon maybe?

My eyes were staring back at his as I tried to breathe as normal as I could. His body was almost pressing against mine, but he supported himself with his hands on the mattress. "Please, let me go.", I begged. The brown haired man smirked at my words and licked his lips slowly.

"I let go everyone who enters. It's no fun anymore, don't you think?", he whispered. His nose was almost touching mine and I could feel his soft hair brushing against my forehead. "I'm sorry to inform you, but you're staying here for now. I can't let go a prey like this. Unused. Fresh. Perfect."

I could almost feel my heart jumping out of my chest. This was too much for me. I could end up dead in a second, so I tried my best to be nice towards him. "What do you want from me?", I asked, trying to find a way to get out of here.

"I don't want anything from you, I want you. I want to use the best I can from you. It would be a tragedy to let you go, stupid girl."

I watched as he took the soft material in his hands again and put it back on my eyes. "What kind of sick games do you plan to play?"

"Do not worry. You're going to love it. But not now. Tomorrow, dolly."

The shadow above me disappeared, just like the coldness that followed him everywhere. "Where are you going?"

"Good night.", he didn't answer my question. The room went dark and the door shut behind him. And he left me there, on a big bed with soft sheets, tied up and blindfolded. It was going to be an amazing night.

***

I managed to fall asleep after what seemed like hours of squirming. The room was still dark, so I assumed he had kept his windows closed. I figured it was because of the fact that he was a vampire, but they had advanced and our recent studies showed that they aren't what they used to be. Except two things: manipulative and filthy rich. They kept their old way of living in castles and dressing in dark clothes. All I could see last night were his dark hair and dark red eyes. I couldn't find the strength to look away, his eyes were too mesmerizing. The bastard had locked me inside and God knew when he would let me go. If he ever planned on letting me go, of course.

I tried to free myself one more time, and to my surprise, my hands were untied. Hurriedly, I took off the blindfold from my eyes and gasped. The room was big, covered in paintings and wooden furniture. I was now sitting on a big bed, covered with black and red sheets. They were silky and soft and I had a feeling that I would slip on the floor any second.

"Good morning, little bird."

My head turned towards the door. He was slowly walking towards me with a smirk on his face. His lips were matching is red eyes and his hair was slicked up, a few strands falling in front of his eyes. "F*ck you.", I hissed at him. I couldn't find the strenght to move, so I just sat there, waiting for his next words.

"F*ck me? Is that what you want? I could make that wish come true."

His hand pressed against my chest and pushed me to lay back on the bed. I found myself in the same position as last night, with him above me again. "I-Is that blood?", I gulped staring down at the red liquid on his bottom lip. A laugh escapes his mouth and he slowly licks the remaining drops of blood from his lips.

"I guess I could say your colleagues were tasty.", he smirked.

I wasn't sad. That's what they deserved for letting the youngest one go. The way things went, I thought I might join them very soon. "So you had your breakfast. Why do you need me?" I couldn't help but admit that he was a big refreshing, compared to all the old vampires I've encountered until now. He was extremely good looking and his smirk, whether I liked it or not, shot me right in the stomach. I always pitied women who threw themselves on his kind, just because some of them were handsome and gave off a big dominant energy. But right now, I'm starting to question myself.

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun. I bet nobody ever pleased you they way they should have. Have you ever been pleased at all, dolly?", his hands reached towards the bedframe again and I mentally groaned when I saw the silk laces. I gulped as he took both of my hands and tied them up, completely leaving me in his hands again. "Have you?", he repeated.

"No.", I whispered. I had never been pleased by anyone, just myself a few times. It felt good, but my small hands couldn't do the perfect job.

"I will show you, little bird. As much as I want to watch your lips take in my c*ck, I think it's fair if I show you true pleasure this time. That's what you deserve after being trapped here all night, don't you think?"

I shivered as his cold fingers brushed against my skin while taking off my sweatshirt. He licked his lips one more time and looked at me. All my clothes were soon laying on the cold floor and all I could do was stare at him and his movements. I'd lie if I said that I didn't enjoy his next one: his hands unbuttoned his white, long sleeved shirt and revealed his muscular body. He rolled his sleeves up and placed his hands on my waist.

"Now, darling. I need to know how good I'm doing my job, alright? So you will say my name. Say it as loud as you want.", the brown haired boy brought his lips close to mine, almost touching them, "Kai. Say it."

His soft lips brushed against mine as he spoke, almost making me faint. "Kai.", I whispered into his mouth.

"Good girl."

His lips left mine and he pressed them on my neck. His tongue left a wet trace and he stopped when he reached my breasts. I let out a gasp when I felt a cold hand grabbing my breast, carefully playing with it, while the other one still layed on my waist. The pleasure was building up at the bottom of my stomach with every single movement he did on my breasts and I found myself sighing in pleasure. The pleasure stopped too soon. He brought his tongue back to my skin and left traces until he reached my lower stomach.

"Don't worry. You're going to beg for more.", as soon as he said that, Kai pressed his cold fingers on my warm sensitive skin, sliding them between my folds.

"Oh-"

"My name, little bird. Say my name.", he was enjoying every second of it. He kept rubbing my clit softly, earning quiet moans from me. "Or am I not doing a good job?"

His fingers sped up and now I found myself moaning louder, internally begging for more. The feeling was so much better than when I did it. He knew exactly what to do. "More, please.", I managed to beg.

I watched him as he lowered his head with a smirk and moved his fingers. He looked up at me once again, then spread my folds with his two fingers before sticking his tongue out. I tugged at the silk laces as he slowly licked me up and down, taking his time.

"Kai-", I breathed out and threw my head back. My body was completely relaxed in his hands and pleasure was starting to build up in my stomach again.

"Beautiful.", he whispered against my clit, then sped up his movements. His other hand joined his tongue, earning much louder moans and gasps from me. The ball of pleasure kept growing, and his tongue worked harder against me. Kai occasionally let out a few hums, pleased with my noises. "So wet and needy, stupid girl." At this point, I didn't mind him calling me that. It even made me whimper, causing him to laugh. The wet sounds he was making made everything hotter. I couldn't believe how good a person can feel. He looked so focused and pleased with his impact he had on me. "Come on, baby. Finish for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

He pulled away from me, but his fingers kept working. His pace got quicker and messier, showing no mercy to my sensitive clit. Luckily, my wetness made it easier for him to move and better for me to feel. Suddenly, a big wave of pleasure washed over my body. I let go of the laces gasping for air. My lips called out his name a few more times in a whisper.

"Good girl.", he repeated, untying my hands. My body was tired and helpless, so I just layed there in front of him, waiting for his next step. "If you wish to investigate again, I will be here. A rookie like you never gets enough of games like this."

He was right. Even though I layed there still tired, my mind was replaying all the moments which had happened just a few minutes ago. I knew I was going to come back again.

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Ten)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood, mentioned death, injury, gun violence

Context: The SRS have finally arrived, in time for Halloween.

A/N: This is a little bit late, but it's slightly Halloween themed, so I hope that it's still alright! Spot the reference I "accidentally" left in there😉😅

Masterlist

Eerie music plays from hidden speakers as the costumed crowd ambles by, children screaming and laughing as scare actors jump out at them, the variety of zombies, witches and mummies, not to mention vampires, too, astounding, movie characters and even some book characters making appearances around every turn, familiar and unfamiliar lines being spoken to cheerful bypassers. Painted masks and faces litter the mixed throng of people, the twinkling, orange-cast lights throwing the crevices of each visage into sharper definition, ghoulish grins becoming longer, twisted grimaces becoming even more painful, the many slashers roaming the Boardwalk now covered in a blacker blood than before, each fake knife, axe and machete lathered in the stuff. A sickly sweet odour lingers in the air as sweets and chocolate are passed around, often accompanied by a smoking joint, or sachet of some other high-class substance, the strong reek of sweat providing an unpleasant undertone as the stifling costumes heat their wearers despite the late October chill.

As a child, I used to love Halloween. There was always something enchanting about it: you could become anything, or anyone you wanted for the night, and no one would question you on your choice, or look at you oddly because everyone was doing the same. A cheery atmosphere always seemed to hang over the annual event, the leading pumpkins that glittered along the streets and the creative decorations building up the necessary excitement over the weeks before the 31st; a fun game of mine had been to run down the streets of my hometown and count every pumpkin we could see, separately, and see who had the highest tally at the end of the day. Once the winner had been decided, they'd get first dibs on the treats handed to us at each door when we later went Trick-Or-Treating, a rule which drew many arguments to the table when we eventually compiled our loot.

Now, as I watch the roaming children, all I can think of is how easy it is for the supernatural to wreck havoc on this night, given that the spiritual veil is much thinner than usual, and no one suspects anyone of the authenticity of their outfit until it's too late. On his night, the SRS always have their hands full, meaning everyone is deployed, not just the normal Hunters: the retired Soldiers still capable of fighting, Clean-Up teams and A.R.O (Aftermath Recon Operatives) Soldiers all made to help out with the bloody massacres that occur all over the country. The holiday has a morbid side that no one sees, and there's always a high body count the next morning.

Beside me, Marko pushes and shoves at people that come too close, the vampire loudly criticizing any costume made to look like his species, his "improvements" just a little too specific to be joking ones, not quite realising that I'm not listening to him. Instead, I'm scanning the crowds, looking out for the tell tale uniform and tactics used by the SRS Clean-Up teams, eyeing any suspicious person keenly until they prove to me they aren't a threat, often earning me harsh stares from their companions. The two of us look out of place in our "normal" clothing, neither of us dressing up, as we forgot that it was, in fact, the 31st, meaning a costume would've provided a good disguise in case we do come across any dangers. Even as we walk, I bite at my lip, feeling very exposed in my current state, my fists clenching at my sides as I try to stop myself from fidgeting too much, knowing that a nervous disposition is a great disadvantage in a fight, should one break out.

"Hey can we get something to eat? I kinda want some food." Marko suddenly asks me, not waiting for my reply as he pulls me over to a nearby sweet stand, the vampire excited by the prospect of buying the sugary treats.

Uneasy, I stand and turn back to the crowd, watching each face closely, my gut starting to feel odd as I notice something odd about a certain few members of the crowd. Eyes widening in realisation, I grab the back of Marko's coat and drag him away from the stand and into the alley behind it, ignoring his protests as I clap a hand over his mouth.

"Be quiet." I command him in a low voice, giving him a warning look as I slowly take my hand away from his mouth.

"What are you doing?" He hisses at me, eyes narrowed.

"They're here." I respond, looking out at the crowd as I try to figure out what to do, thinking over my options until I notice that someone has spotted us over here; someone who I've already identified.

As I watch, they start to make their way over to the stand, casually wading through the people around them as they try to look inconspicuous, though the mere sight of them makes my pulse hitch.

Thinking quickly, I grab the front of Marko's jacket and pull him closer, pressing my back to the wall as I lean closer to his face, ignoring his shocked expression.

"Kiss me, quick!" I order him, wrapping my hands around his neck as he splutters slightly.

"What?"

"Do it!" I growl, pulling him closer.

Still shocked, the vampire leans in and presses his lips to mine, carefully kissing me until I yank on his hair, silently asking him to be a little more rough, to which he responds by shoving me harder into the wall, his hands gripping my hips much tighter. Groaning slightly, I momentarily forget why we're in this situation, letting myself enjoy the rough kisses as he ravishes my mouth with his tongue, only opening my eyes again to look briefly over his shoulder at the Boardwalk, noticing that the person is no longer there. Knowing this, I let the kiss come to its natural end, before pulling away.

"Thanks..." I say, awkwardly, blushing as he reluctantly lets me go, the vampire clearly wanting more as he allows his hand to linger at my hip a little longer than necessary.

"No problem." He wipes his mouth, grinning at me as he regains his composure, "What did you need it for?"

"One of them was coming over here, and it was the first thing I could think of." I admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Right." Marko lifts an eyebrow, smirking, "How did you know it was one of them?"

I laugh, dryly, gesturing with my head for him to follow me back out into the crowd.

"Well, back in New Orleans, the head of the SRS realised one Halloween that our Soldiers need a disguise for this particular night, without being too conspicuous, so that they fit in but can also be recognised by each other. She decided that the mask of a plague doctor would be fitting. She said it works for us, because we're ridding the world of a "plague", just as they were." I roll my eyes, "Obviosuly, this makes them very easy for me to spot them, seeing as I used to dress up the same way."

"Oh, right." Marko nods, understandingly, evidently sending some mental explanation to the rest of the vampires, who are stationed around the Boardwalk.

"You can tell them apart, because they have a golden cross engraved just below the right eye on the mask, so we don't get mixed up with others." I clarify for him.

"Good to know." He frowns, "Did you say she decided? As in the head of the SRS is a girl?"

I nod, a little annoyed by the question, but knowing where he's coming from.

"Yep. Her name is Valentine Fletcher. She's the best fighter we've ever had and has the largest body count of all. Not even the Generals around the world come close to her efficiency, she's just too good. I've met her once, and she was also one of the most stuck-up princesses I've ever come across."

"I guess that's why she's the leader, then." Marko chuckles, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

"Excuse me." An unfamiliar voice interrupts us, a hand placing itself firmly on my shoulder as I turn around to face the person. My heart drops as I take in the eerie black beak-shaped mask, the golden cross glittering under the right eye as they catch the lights, the cloaked figure keeping a strong grip on my arm.

"Can I help you?" I ask, getting ready to run as Marko notices the cross, too.

"Yes, I was wondering if you could come with me." The Soldier says, though the tone in her voice is much more demanding, informing me that there is, in fact, no choice.

"I'd rather not." Without a second thought, I slam my arm into her elbow, snapping it inwards as she lets out a surprised cry, allwoig me time to duck under her and and push past her, sprinting away into the crowd with Marko hot on my heels.

Five loud gunshots sound behind us, the Soldier having shot at us with a hidden gun through the crowd, screams and shouts of fear and panic suddenly tearing through the air as the atmosphere suddenly becomes too real, the bullets smashing into the ground behind the two of us terrifying the costumed Boardwalk-goers. Instantly, the crowd around us starts pushing and shoving each other, the heaving current of people now pushing us along as they scramble to get to safety, arms flailing and legs kicking as they go, slowing our progress significantly. Growling in frustration, I pull Marko to the side, intending to reach the alley again, wincing when there are two more shots behind us, though I make it to safety without a scratch. It's only when I hear Marko's laboured breathing that I realise he wasn't so lucky.

"Shit, Marko, are you going to be alright? Can you keep moving?" I ask him, being to figure out where he was shot as he starts to sway on his feet, eyes drooping closed as the pain starts to eat away at him. Grimacing, I swiftly scan the area, spotting a large bin a little way away, which I drag him over to.

"Get in there and close the lid, you'll be safe." I tell him, opening it and giving him a leg up into the reeking interior, helping him settle as quickly as I can, before I go to move again, "I'll be back."

With one last look at him, I firmly shut the lid and start running down the alley, taking as many winding corners as I can, hoping to throw them off as I start to hear pounding footsteps behind me, shouts and calls seemingly coming from everywhere as I start to breathe harder, my pulse pounding in my ears. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, giving me the speed I need to get away from my pursuer, the air rushing harshly into my throat as I turn down another backroad.

A sudden gunshot, followed by a spike of agony in the back of my knee brings me to the floor, my body crashing into a discarded car as it rolls awkwardly to a halt, groans of pain swiftly starting to leave me. Gripping at the new wound on my leg, I try to force myself upright again, only to be kicked back to the ground again by a cloaked figure, who keeps kicking until I'm cowering on the ground, blood pouring down my face. When they are finished, they reach down and force me into a standing position, half-dragging me out of the alley and to the car park conveniently placed by the mouth of the road, where a circle of similarly clad people are waiting, the forms of three kneeling people visible in the dim light of the streetlights. Pulling me over to them, my attacker throws me to the ground in the centre of the circle, manhandling me onto my knees, drawing a small cry of pain from me.

Looking around at the three kneeling people, I feel my heart stop as I instantly recognise them: David, Dwayne and Paul, the three of them bloodied and beaten, burn marks littering their faces from the holy water that was most likely used on them. Horror and guilt flood me as I see them, David's head coming up so he can make eye contact with me, his blue eyes filled with hate and anger.

"Are we all here now?" Someone asks, their voice unfamiliar to me.

"No, there is one more." A voice calls from a little way away, Marko soon being forced onto his knees beside Paul as he is dragged into the light. The vampire is pale now, dark circles appearing under his eyes as his vampiric features break through, his body trying to keep itself from shutting down as he slowly bleeds out, the bullet wounds still oozing the crimson stuff out onto his shirt.

"Ok, that's everyone, we can get started." The person speaks again, this time sounding more decisive.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n), you have been arrested for conspiring with the enemy, and for shooting a senior officer, willingly, instead of a vampire that was held hostage. Do you accept these charges?" Someone else says, the voice somewhat familiar, though I don't remember where from.

Knowing it is pointless to resist, I lower my head to my chest and reply.

"I do."

"And you are aware of the punishments that these crimes bring upon you?"

"I am."

"And they are?"

I take a deep breath, my muscles tense as I try to ignore the pain in my body.

"Execution on the sight of capture." I recite robotically, knowing them well.

"Good, you remember some form of honour." They sneer, before addressing the rest of the gathered Soldiers, "Are there any volunteers among us who would like to carry out the deed?"

"I do." My blood runs cold at the sound of the voice, my head lifting to look up at the Hunter that has stepped forwards.

"Elijah Forsyth, you wish to perform the necessary execution of (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?" The first speaker questions, confirming the name to me even as they take off their mask.

Instantly, the cold blue eyes lock with mine, the dark-haired Hunter giving me a poisonous look as he limps over to me.

"I do."

"Then it shall be so. Do what you must."

With those words, Elijah steps over to me, drawing a gun from his belt and cocking it deliberately, maintaining eye contact as he lowers it to my forehead.

As the weapon is brought to my skin, I keep my chin up, refusing to feel bad about the actions that brought me here in the first place. Without a word, I accept the fate that will befall me.

Part Eleven

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

okay so i'm the knife play anon and since it's a bit of dangerous water i'm treading on here, i thought i'd incorporate the vampire bit you mentioned, see it as a compensation or just playing safe. okay okay so you know un haeng il chi wonwoo with that low v-cut shirt, this beautiful sparkly jacket, the overwhelming amount of enchanting chains on his neck, adorning his skin? and also the gorgeous velvet maroon gloves he had put on? imagine all that but he's a fucking vampire prince- (1/2)

(2/? oops might be more) and like oh god the way his outfit just beautifully contrasts his pale skin and all, his piercing red eyes all domineering oh god. and so here's the knife play bit. so he's old right? he has always had a hobby of collecting small knives and daggers that are not war weapons and all; rather very intricate and uniquely handcrafted for much finer things. he has a vast collection of these, and he puts them to use on special occasions.

(3/?) on these special occasions, he puts the maroon gloves specifically for it. so like maybe it's your birthday or yall's anniversary or the first night after your wedding; and you both have talked through about how you wanted to spice things up a little. he knew just what to do and decides to bring the collection in, but you're in good hands, seeing how he's real experienced at it. so i was thinking maybe he could incorporate these tiny little devils just to get some jizzles and all,

(4/?)he'd never use it to actually harm you that much, only to incorporate the sense of fear at the moment and for sensations. imagine him using the cold blade of the small knife on your skin, not the sharp edge but rather the flat sides as foreplay, teasing you with it and it barely grazes your skin. imagine him just making out with u n its all smoking hot n stuff (10/10 steamy) and yk, as usual it involves a lil bit of this and that of him feeding off you or just having a taste

(5/5) and maybe he uses the knife to barely make the slightest of a puncture wound somewhere else (definitely nothing you couldnt handle with him using his fangs on you a lot), and just ugh sucking the blood from it- definitely messier than usual but messy in a while is good, right? anyways i would just like to point out the main component of it here that just shakes me: the gloves. uGH THE GLOVES AND THE OUTFIT. like sir jeon pls step on me.

Wow okay but this is so hot tho.

Also, in case you didn’t get this from reading the ask, blood and knife trigger warnings. 

Like your anniversary would roll around and he’d want to do something different. He’d stress you being sure of your safe word and reaffirming it before bringing you into the bedroom. He’d have his daggers laid out neck to the bed on a table. They would all be beautiful, some with specially carved hilts, others with pretty engraving. You’d wander towards them, picking one up in your hands and turning it over carefully. And Wonwoo would come up behind you, hands landing on the warm skin of your hips and asking if you liked that one. You’d bite your lips and nod and he’d take it in his gloved hand before guiding you to lay down on the bed.

He’d let the dagger lay off the the side as he climbed on top of you, pressing deep, slow kisses to your lips. His hands would lift you off the bed just a little so he could undo the zipper on your dress, carefully pulling it off of you. You’d feel his velvet covered fingers trail lightly up your legs. He’d move in to kiss you, carefully pulling off your bra before pushing your arms up over your head and tying them to the head board. He’d let his lips trail back down your body slowly. He’d linger on your neck and you;d hear the low growl in his chest as he listened to the way your heart beat faster.

He’d let his lips trail to your breasts, sucking one of your nipples between his lips until you whimpered. He’d let go, smirking at the way you whined for more. He’d kiss down over your hips, letting his tongue run over the healing bite marks there and slipping down between your legs. You’d push your hips down towards him, but he’d only suck at your inner thigh before dragging his fangs along the sensitive mark. You’d gasp and he’d smirk, being more turned on by your reaction.

He’d finally take the dagger and you’d gasp again as the cool metal passed over your skin. He’d drag it slowly between your breasts and another low growl would emanate from his chest as he heard your heart start racing. He’d continue to trail the knife further down your body. He’d stop on your lower stomach before moving to trail it over your hip, murmuring about the way your heart was racing and how you were pressing your thighs together. The small whimpers that fell from your lips would only have him groaning more.

He’d move to look int your eyes as he brought the dagger to your arm, trailing the tip along your skin, just grazing slightly. You’d whine at the sensation and press your hips up into him. His fangs would be glinting as he moaned lowly at your reaction, bringing the tip to graze along your side and watching you let your head fall back with a sigh.You’d manage to gaze up at him, a soft blush on your cheeks as you told him he could be a little rougher if he wanted a taste.

And he really wouldn’t be able to help himself. He’d be very careful as he brought the knife to your thigh. He’d apply just enough pressure to draw a small droplet of blood. You’d watch him bring the dagger to his tongue and suck the blood off, groaning. When he opened his eyes again his usually golden irises would be stained red and he’d grip onto your opposite thigh, an almost desperate look in his eye. The way he held you in his heated gaze with an intensity you’d never seen before would have you telling him to take another taste.

[girl-of-a-thousand-universes]

In the Deep End.

A/N: I was on holiday when I got the idea for this. First time writing and posting so criticism welcome but be gentle.

Gif not my own.

As we swing round the corner the dimly lit motel sign comes back into view. The lights flicker on and off repeatedly accompanied by the faint electronic buz. Granted it's trying to look like a reputable place and with only two of the letters broken completely it's already miles ahead than some of our previous stays.

As the engine of the Chevy chunders to a stop I fish for my room key from my inside jacket pocket. While this would seem like the best place to keep it I was quickly proven wrong when the I was thrown across a caban only a few hours earlier, landing gracefully on my face causing the hard metal to briefly stab against my chest. All things aside it's safe to say we all came away with worse injuries then a small key jab.

Vampires it would seem, don't take too well to Dean's Twilight jokes, even if they are about 4 years too late. Speaking of Dean is the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

"Right, I'm off to grab some food and beer. Either of you want anything?" Thankfully we took liberties of changing before we set off from the hunt. Sitting in a car for two hours covered in mud, blood and sweat is never fun.

I shake my head " No thanks, still got my supply from our last run" Sam also shakes his is and pat's his brother twice on the shoulder.

"Thanks Dean but I'm good"

As we both make our way out of the car Dean pokes his head over the passenger seat. "Fine but don't think you can come crawling back when you get hungry." The grin across his face is playful although we all know there is a hint of truth behind the statement. With a quick wave goodbye Sam and I make our way to our separate rooms. Sam always been the gentleman takes me right up to my door despite the fact we are only two rooms apartment. Still he insists apon it. Not that you would expect any less from him it's only in his nature to take care of others first and himself second.

I turn around once inside my door and I can see him quickly scanning the room behind. I slowly step backwards, switching the lights on as a go. Once in the middle of the room I do a rather dramatic 180. With my hands outstretched beside me."See Sammy, no monsters." I pick up my bed covers and check underneath just to wind him up a little. "They must have got the memo that we have clocked off for the night. Now please go and please go to bed you haven't slept in days"

With a gental sigh and a quick smile he accepts the order. "Okay Lucy, but if you need anything you know where to find me" He takes one final sweep of the room before he makes his way down to his own. I keep my door open until I hear the locks click on his and shutting it I make my way to the window at the far side. Glancing down I can see nothing but the empty fields behind however a faint blue glow right down in the corner catches my eye. Shifting again so I have a better view I spot something that you wouldn't expect in a place like this. A dimly lit pool sat in the corner surrounded by hedging and discarded toys and floats. Due to it now being well into the early morning it was empty and I couldn't help but admire the calmness of the water. Baths are a luxury as it is but a swimming pool now that was gold when living life on the road.

I put my childish urges to bed along with myself, kicking my boots and clothes off as I went. Sitting my phone down to charge I wrapped myself into the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Or at least I tried. Whether it was my come down from the hunt or the lure of the pool my usual always sleepy self just couldn't settle. An hour past and Dean had already made his way back and by the snoring next door I could only guess that the food and the beer had gone amis for the night. Letting my curiosity get the better of me I scramble out of bed and putting my clothes on I make my way out of the room. Not forgetting my phone and gun of course. I'm curious not an idiot.

I make my way to the pool.Passing the sleeping attendent in the office and climbing over the rather pathetic gate I check the area before kneeling down next to the water. Surprisingly it was warm and as if all my tiredness and aches from the fight before hit me all at once all I wanted to do was drive in. So I did.

My clothes were once more disposed of and with only my underwear I sank into the water. I took my time slowly swimming up and down the small pool allowing the water to massage away any stress that remained. Time passed and I propped my back up against the edge next to where my phone and gun sat and rested my head back.

The moment was very quickly interrupted however when I heard the rattling of the metal fence that I vaulted over previously and heavy foot steps coming my way. Turning around I grab my gun but before I can make my way out of the water a tall broad shadow comes into view.

"Don't shoot. Don't shoot!" A panicked whisper echoes around the water. Recognizing his voice I lower my gun.

"Sam what are you doing sneaking up on me like that!"

"I know, I know I'm sorry. I heard footsteps past my room before and then you didn't answer you phone so I got worried and erm.." his eyes glaced down into the water and an awkward cough escaped him .." so I thought I'd make sure you were alright...Didn't expect you to be here of all places" he smiled clearly amused by my adventure.

I blushed suddenly aware of my own state of undress and how silly this looked. Deciding to put my embaressment aside I go for a playful approach. Kicking my feet of the edge of the pool I swim backwards keeping my eyes fixed to Sam. "I personally don't see what wrong with this." I gesture underneath the water. "We never get to just relax and it's warm and peaceful..makes a nice change don't ya think?" I tilt my head above the water and his head mimics mine clearly trying to figure out where I'm going with this.

"Sure, but.."

"So come on then." I interject making my way towards him now. "What you waiting for Sammy? Clearly you can't sleep either and it's not hurting anyone"

He breathes out a short laugh before taking a step back as I now reach the edge. "No way. Definitely not" Unfortunately for him I have other plans. Before he can take another step back I push myself up and out of the pool to grab his hand. Using my feet on the edge and all my strength I pull him forward and we both go tumbling under the water.

I push myself above the surface and come face to face with Sam. His long brown hair is now limp and clinging to his face and he is puffing air trying to catch his breath after my assault. He steadies his breathing and brushes his hair from his eyes which travel to meet mine. I stop paddling in the water and wait for his reaction only a second goes past but I can already feel the guilt building up. I open my mouth to apologise but before any noise can escape I am met with a wave of water over my face.

I recover from the shock and a smile spreads across our faces and we both begin to laugh. Moments like this a rare, where even for a short while you feel genuinely happy. Too many people get hurt or lost on this job and the constant battling can take its toll. So we stay. Two grown adults playing like toddlers in a pool. Swimming and splashing keeping our laugh and taunts muted as to not get caught. Little water pistols that were discarded by their previous owners are now our primary weapons as we stalking each other round the pool. For a tactical advantage Sam's flannel over shirt and boots have now been discarded and while he is distracted by placing his last shoe down on the side I decide to go in for the kill. I take leap forward getting ready to squirt the gun at his face when I lose my footing causing me to go over my ankle head first into the water. Breathing in from the pain that twinged from my foot I take in a gulp of water as I surge under.

I don't have long to gather my thoughts as a feel Sam's arms wrap around my hoisting me above the water. He holds me to him as I cough and splitter intake of water. When I regain my breath he loosens his grip but doesn't fully release me. He looks down at me with his eyes full of concern. " You okay Lucy?" His voice his soft and low and with the close proximity I can barely hear it over my heart beat.

I look over the younger brothers face. You can't deny that Sam Winchester is not gorgeous as much as I have personally tried too. Everyone knows that getting involved with the Winchesters on a professional level was bad but personal? Let's just say Sam ex track record has a reputation.

Still over the past weeks and even months you have felt your resolve slip. The little walks to your room, patching him up after a fight, helping him on supply runs, goofing around even just seeing that smile of his started to break down your walls.Your mind was racing and subconsciously your body edged closer to him. You needed to tell him how you felt as it all became very real very quickly.

But before you could piece together a coherent thought Sam dipped his down and placed a whisper of a kiss on your lips. He pulled back just as fast as it had happened and your mind was still. Without a moments hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back to you while also tangling your legs around his waist. Your kiss was not as ginger as his. It was hot and hungry. All your pent up feeling came bursting out at once and you yearned for more. Thankfully he obliged, spinning you both round so that you were trapped between the pools edge and his strong body.

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Please let me know what you think. I know it's choppy but wanting to set into writing but I know it needs work.