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xxcallmemaryxx · 25 days ago

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You finally met your sweet creature. He’s a big shy ball of nerves. But he’s a sweetheart. What you don’t know is you just told a vampire to stop by any time he wants, and he fully intends on taking you up on that.

Vampire Vessel x GN reader.

For the full experience (or a little refresher)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

(I make some little callbacks to earlier vamp vessel fics, just incase you’re a bit confused reading this one for the first time.)

Under the cut ~ <3

It’s been a week. Vessel couldn’t bring himself to come back and see you. The embarrassment of what he did eating at his bones every second since it happened. He keeps replaying it over and over again in his head. Moping about the manor wishing he could bury himself.

ii was sick of his shit, to put it bluntly.

At this point, he’s resorted to means he never thought he’d turn to. Locking Vessel out of the manor being something even he finds himself at a bit of a loss over.

“This is ridiculous, ii.”

Vessel argues through the door. Standing there awkwardly like he’s on time out. In a way, he kind of is, even if it’s a bit backwards.

“You may come back in only when you’ve snapped out of it, or until the sun has begun to rise. Until then, do not return.”

And with that ii vanishes. Leaving Vessel on his own doorstep. He blinks at the manors front door. Feeling foolish, he kicks a rock and flips ii off. A bit childish, he will admit. But ultimately he can’t find it in himself to care.

He turns to gaze out at the openness of the woods and mountains he calls his home, his safety. Yet all that space and there’s only one place he can think to go. It’s muscle memory at this point.

ii watches him, high above through his bedroom window. Glad he chose not to sit on the doorstep and sulk all night. He can only hope Vessel returns feeling better. Vampires. Such moody creatures.

…

He almost didn’t expect to find you still here. Despite ii swearing you seemed completely unfazed, Vessel didn’t believe it. He knows ii doesn’t care for you, not like he does. He was positive iis words were just a ploy to trick him out of bed. He supposes he should cut ii a bit of slack, he wasn’t lying after all.

He settles into his branch, a branch that’s beginning to feel like his home away from home. He sets his sights on you, his beloved human. It feels like centuries have passed since he saw you last. He can’t believe he went so long without returning to you. You’re washing dishes and cleaning up from the day. Such mundane tasks, he wishes he could bring you to the manor. You’d never have to lift a finger again. He knows iii and iv would wait on you just as he would. ii, well he’d take some time to warm up to you… but you’d be the safest most spoiled human on the planet inside that manor.

He thinks long and hard about iis words. Not to return until he’s snapped out of it. ii didn’t specify how exactly to achieve that. Still feeling a bit peeved off with ii, Vessel is easily swayed into being slightly spiteful.

He doesn’t think twice as he jumps from his branch, landing properly this time, and marching up to your door with such gusto. It’s only then as he stands there looking at your front door does he falter. Movement beside him catches his eye and he whips around to face whatever danger is there to end him. When he’s not met with a hunter, the authorities, or any kind of danger, but instead met with a dreamcatcher swaying slightly in the breeze, his shoulders drop.

It’s his dreamcatcher.

The one he left on your door so long ago.

He forgot he made it. He can’t believe you kept it. His dead heart soars. He swears he felt it beat. One faint thump deep in his chest. A smile breaks out on his lips and the tips of his fangs poke into his bottom lip.

This is what is called a moment of weakness. A moment of complete foolishness. Because Vessel is not paying attention to his surroundings. He’s so caught up in his own world, picturing you finding the gift and then choosing to hang it up, that he fails to hear you approaching your own front door. The one he’s standing on the other side of.

He’s violently ripped from his own head when you swing your door open to put the rubbish out, only to collide with his solid body instead.

The scream he rips from you echos through the trees and you stumble back into your house like a fool. Vessel is a complete statue where he stands. Staring down at you realising what he’s done. He can’t even ask you if you’re okay. The only things on his mind is that he actually finally touched you, and that ii is going to fucking kill him.

You right yourself, dropping the rubbish bag next to you as you gear up to give this person a piece of your mind. But he sees the shift in your demeanor. You recognise him immediately. Because of course you do.

“It’s you.”

He stands there like an idiot. His hands are trembling, he can’t feel his legs, he can’t remember how to speak. He hasn’t blinked once since you opened the door and he’s sure if he could he’d empty his stomach on your feet right now. He wishes he could die. But then he remembers he is dead and all that does is remind him of everything bad about his life ever.

“Uh… your bag…”

Is all he can force out. He mentally face palms. His voice shakes and he points down to it like a donkey. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to him and that just makes him feel even stupider. He’s never returning to the manor. He’s never returning to see you. He thought falling out of a tree was bad. He wishes he could go back to that night. That moment. What on earth was he thinking standing on your doorstep. He’s completely humiliated. What the fuck is wrong with him.

“I- I’m sorry-“

He forces his brain to shut the fuck up for one minute so he can right this mess.

“I owe you an apology…”

He forces out, he’s never spoken like this before. He barely recognises his own voice. So quiet and unsure. He’s an embarrassment to his kind.

“I believe I gave you quite the fright a few nights ago. Please forgive me.”

And his apology is honest. It’s genuine. It’s real. He really needs you to know he’s sorry. But he knows he looks like an utter fool right now. Twisting his hands nervously and speaking like he has a mouth full of cotton. He wouldn’t be surprised if you laughed him off your doorstep and sent the town after him just for his stupidity alone.

“You fell from the tree… are you alright? That must have hurt.”

Your eyes make their way down the length of him. He’d be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t like it. He likes it a lot despite how much it terrifies him. He watches you take him in and give him a solid once over. Concern and worry in your beautiful eyes. Worry for him. He can’t breathe.

“I am just fine. I was shaken, if anything. I would like to explain… if I may.”

He offers you nervously. His voice thick as he speaks. He doesn’t think it’s quite sunk in yet that he’s actually speaking with you. That this isn’t a fantasy. That this is real. You’re looking at him and listening to him and he’s conversing with you.

“Oh, yes please. I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell happened all week. I thought I dreamed it.”

You say to him with a sigh, a slight smile on your face as your eyes meet his again. He is dizzy. His arms feel like lead and he is positive his eyes are about to bug out of his head.

“So uh, you see this home has been vacant for quite some time. A long while before you moved here, I put a trail cam up in that tree. I rather enjoy watching the wildlife. I was simply retrieving it that night, I seemed to have misjudged my footing. I sincerely apologise.”

These words come easier to him. He’d spent hours coming up with a reasonable excuse, incase he ever had to explain what happened. He’d rehearsed it over and over again. Despite this, he seriously doubted he’d ever actually tell the lie. Yet here he is. Tweaking out of his mind over it. The irony of the lie is not lost on him either, given that those monstrous technologies are ones he avoids like the plague. He bites his tongue as he anticipates his demise.

“Ohhh… yeah I’ve seen them around the woods. I didn’t realise they were yours. Look, it’s no problem. But next time, just let me know. I wouldn’t have minded a knock on my door.”

You flash a beautiful smile at him, shrugging like it’s nothing. Your immediate acceptance of his lie shocks him. He almost wants to tell you off for it. For believing strange men when they tell you things. For not asking questions. For not picking his words apart. He blinks at you. And he has to get his thoughts back on track before he can answer you.

“Yes… of course. You have my word.”

He says sincerely. Placing a palm to his chest like this promise is the most important he’s ever made.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t catch your name. I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Vessel watches in slow motion as you stick your hand out to shake his. His world stops. He realises briefly that you have quite the tendency to do that to him. He looks down at your hand like it could set him on fire. He doesn’t want to leave you hanging. So reluctantly, he reaches forward and grabs your hand gently in his. He brings it up to his lips and places the briefest of kisses on your knuckles. He catches the way your smile falters. He knows, deep in his soul, that it’s because of how cold his skin is. His eyes stay locked on yours as he does so, and even then as he slowly drops your hand. He swallows thickly, his nerves hitting him hard as he forces a wobbly smile at you. Careful not to let his fangs poke through his lips.

“I do not live nearby, no. I live…”

He hesitates. Is he really about to tell you this?

“… I live deeper in the woods. Private property, you see.”

Another lie.

He hates it. He wants to kick himself stupid for lying to you. He feels like he’s betraying you. He swore to himself he’d never lie to you.

“You may call me Vessel. It is of my utmost pleasure to meet you.”

He finishes off by saying softly, bowing his head as he does so.

“Vessel… you enjoy the seclusion too?”

You ask him casually after testing his name on your lips. He almost curses you. Foolish human. Using his name so sweetly. Speaking it so eloquently. Decisions like that get you eaten. He swallows thickly. He has to hold his breath so to not breathe you in too deeply.

“We do, yes. The towns aren’t exactly appealing.”

He answers softly, feeling good about his answer through his awful distraction before-

“We? You live with others?”

There it is. The slip up. He pales. Somehow it’s possible. He blinks down at you like you just insulted him.

“Uh. Yes. I do. Friends turned family. Much like myself.”

He forces out. Not even sure how to describe what the guys are to him. All he knows is he loves them with his whole heart. And now a human knows of their existence. How is he ever going to get out of this one. He’s feeling that bubbling of self hatred brewing deep in his bones again.

“Well, Vessel. It was lovely to meet you. But I don’t want to keep you if you’ve got a trek back home. Don’t be stranger.”

You say to him with a heart stopping smile. You bend over to pick up the long forgotten rubbish bag, and step outside with him to toss it in the bigger bin. He nods a little awkwardly as he watches you make your way back to your door, he steps off your door step slowly. Unsure if he’s grateful or devastated the interaction is over.

“I’ll-… I’ll keep my eye out around here from now on, just incase…”

He trails off, unsure if he said the right thing or if that came out wrong. But when you give him yet another smile, he believes every choice he’s ever made his whole existence that led him to this point, was the right one.

“That would be greatly appreciated, Vessel. Thank you. Don’t be shy, stop in whenever you like. Get home safe.”

And with that you close your door. Leaving him there staring at it with the biggest grin he’s ever sported. Fangs on full display. Eyes wide and full of wonder.

He realises too late that he’s crying. Why? He has no idea. But he’s so happy. He did it. He spoke to you. You spoke to him. You looked at him, you smiled at him, you touched him. He touched you. He KISSED you. He almost collapses. He has to leave. He has to leave before he makes a fool of himself again but he can’t will himself away from where he stands.

You told him to come back any time.

He has got to go and tell ii.

I was really anticipating this one, I’m happy with it. I hope you are too. Thank you so much for reading!! So much love for you.

<3 <3

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xxcallmemaryxx · 2 months ago

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I think it’s about time you became aware of the sweet creature outside your window, don’t you?

You come face to face with vampire Vessel for the first time, by complete accident. Good thing he didn’t freak out, right? Right…?

Under the cut <3 ~

It’s a night like many of the ones before this one, Vessel sits up in his beloved tree, hidden by the shadows, as he watches you finish up with your dinner. He can still smell the distinct scent of each spice and seasoning you used in your dish, it wafts from your home and lingers in the night air around it. He doesn’t have much use for human food now, he can’t remember the last time he bothered even thinking about it. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hungry right now. It smells devine. He’s unsure if he’s hungry to eat it, or eat you after you’ve scraped your plate. But either way, he wants in. He gets a bit lost in thought.

Images of you two cooking dinner together flash through his mind. He’d hunt the nicest meats for you. Cooking it exactly how you like and using the same spices you seem to gravitate to each night. He pictures you two sitting side by side while you eat. Not across from each other, no, he refuses to let a table separate you from being pressed against his side. You’d have to convince him to let you feed yourself. He wants to be the one to satisfy you in each and every way possible and that includes holding the fork and guiding your food into your mouth himself. He’d plant wet kisses to your face as his thank you, he’d take your plate and wash everything up while you let your food settle. And he’d carry you both to the couch to wind down before bed.

He gets so deep into this world he’s created in his head, he forgets it’s not real. For a brief moment, he forgets all about the fact he’s watching you from the outside and that he’s currently sitting in a tree, not cuddled up with you on your couch. So much so, he leans too far forward and slips right off the branch.

Now Vessel is a vampire, so there’s not much he can do to injure himself. But he’s not immune to scaring the fuck out of himself, and in this moment, that’s exactly what he did. So much so, he couldn’t stop the shout that flew from his throat as he slipped from the branch and fell to the ground, nor could he stop the curse that echoed through the trees as he hit the ground beneath him.

Now if that startled him, it definitely startled you. And what does Vessel see when he looks up towards your kitchen window? He sees you frozen in place, staring right back at him.

Vessel’s concept of time is vastly different to yours. He’s been around for hundreds of years, so hours feel like seconds to him. But in this very moment for the first time in centuries, his world froze.

You see him.

You’re looking right at him.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He’d laid awake for hours of a day fantasising of what it would feel like to be looked at by you. As foolish as it sounds, he’d admit the feeling of the thought alone almost kicked his heart back to life. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He watches as you dart from your kitchen window and towards your front door.

And it’s now he realises his night has come to a close.

He cannot get up from the ground fast enough. He kicks dirt and leaves up everywhere, it sticks to his hands and his ass but he doesn’t bother wiping it off. Absentmindedly, his arm wraps itself around his middle. Seeking comfort. Needing contact with nobody to cling to. He hears the sound of your front door being slammed open with force and with tears in his eyes all he can do is stand there in complete shock as you round the corner and come face to face with him. He can tell you’re scared. So he steps away and goes to leave before you get a good enough look at him.

Vessel is devastated. He didn’t know he still had the capability to feel like this. After living for so long, he was sure there was nothing else he could experience that would pull such feelings from him, but it’s right now he realises he’s been proven wrong. He can’t will himself to move as you stare at each other. If his heart wasn’t already dead, he knows it would die in his chest. The look of fear in your eyes is unmistakable. You were never supposed to look at him like this. Ever. You were supposed to look upon him with love. With desire. With content. His throat closes up and he takes another step back. A sob wracking his body as it rips itself from his chest.

He is a fool. Hatred isn’t a strong enough word for what he feels for himself right now.

“I am sorry…”

His voice is broken and quiet, he’s sure you barely heard him. You shake your head at him, stepping forward and going to reach out.

“Just wait-“

But he’s gone. In a mere second. And that stops you in your tracks. You blink into the darkness like an idiot, trying to will him back. Trying to get answers. Trying to figure out if what you saw even just happened or if you’re hallucinating. There’s no words for what just happened to you. You’re at an absolute loss for words, the shock so intense you almost collapse.

You stand there frozen, unsure of what to process first. The fact that there was someone outside your home, in the middle of the woods, in the dead of night? Or that fact he was gone in a second? That can’t be right. That can’t be real. That’s not something humans can do.

You slowly approach the mess of dirt that remains, you didn’t see it but you heard him collide with the ground. As you look up to figure out where he came from, you see a sturdy looking tree branch that lines up perfectly with the disturbed earth beneath it. It’s dark though, so you can see why you’d not noticed him prior. Slowly, you make your way back inside, triple checking your locks on every entryway into your home. You’re on edge, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not in any danger. Which is weird to process. You make a mental note to ask around the nearby town about people messing around in the woods during the night.

As you finish up getting ready for bed, your night just feels different. Like something is missing, almost. The air is too warm, or you’ve forgotten a step in your nightly routine. You’re not sure. You chalk it up to the fright of seeing someone outside and try to just go to sleep. It takes a while, but eventually your body gives in. That night, you dream of sharp teeth and oddly coloured eyes.

…

You awaken the next morning to a crack of thunder ripping you from your sleep. It seems so much louder out here surrounded by nothing but trees. It’s definitely taken some getting used too. You slip out of bed and stand by your kitchen window, eyeing that branch and the ground below it. Except now there’s nothing to see except for a puddle. You stand there longer than you realise, eyes glued to the ground outside. It felt so real. You still remember the sound of his yell, the sound of his body hitting the ground. You remember the cold biting into your skin as you ran outside to figure out what the hell had happened. But the speed he took off with… that couldn’t have been real.

Another deafening boom of thunder rips you from your thoughts and causes you to jump back from your window. It must have been a dream. This thunder must have been what you heard, not someone yelling. Not someone falling from a tree branch. You laugh at yourself. Of course it was a weird dream, nobody comes out here. Nobody moves that fast. You shake your head at your own stupidity and move on to start your day as normal. No longer worried. But every now and then, you can’t help but look back out that window.

…

Vessel does not return that night.

But someone else does.

When ii realised the state in which Vessel returned home early last night must have had something to do with you, he took it upon himself to pay you a visit. Really he just wanted to know if he needed to pack himself and the boys up now. Frankly, he doesn’t care for Vessels infatuation with you. His concern is the safety of his family, and although he doesn’t know what happened, he’s confident that you’re not concerned. There’s no frantic packing. You’ve not got the authorities on your door step. You actually seem completely unfazed. He definitely notices the way your eyes flick to the window more often than not. He finds it amusing, it’s something he knows a certain someone would be interested in knowing. Vessel may have kept the events of last night to himself, but ii is not stupid. He doesn’t need to know the finer details, but he will be having serious conversations with Vessel about you.

“Humans… nothing but trouble.”

He mumbles to himself, leaving you alone and heading back to the manor.

He supposes he can tell Vessel the good news.

Maybe it’ll pull the big sook out of bed.

Hello hello please enjoy. You finally saw him. You’ll see him again don’t worry.

Also I proof read this while half asleep so I apologise for any ridiculous spelling mistakes.

I love you all <3333

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