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Night of the Damned

A Stefan Salvatore Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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THE NIGHT SHIFT (prequel oneshot)

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Summary: Two years after reader's fateful night facing off against Stefan Salvatore, she is forced to embrace her true nature of being a vampyre by killing what is left of her humanity...

TWO YEARS LATER

Who was she? The woman staring back at you. She looked like you, or someone you once knew, but everything was wrong about it. Her hair had a divine glow to it, her skin flawless of any scars from her past battles. Her eyes much darker than before. And her teeth. Her tongue danced across the fine tip point of her canines. They were always out. She never learned to hide them. But as you watched her look you up & down in the full length mirror, you knew she was you. Just the dead version. The vampyre version.

You brought your hand to your chest just above the hem of your gown, pressing your palm against your chest, willing yourself to feel a heartbeat. But it never came. You would never get used to it. There were many facets of becoming a vampyre that you regretfully enjoyed, but feeling for yourself that you were indeed not alive was not one of them.

A shadow in the dark behind you moved. You watched it in the mirror. You could feel his eyes on you, always on you. He was waiting for you to snap, to launch yourself at him with your vampyre abilities & finish the job. The job that ultimately brought you two together & forever changed your life. But you never did. And you never understood why.

This was the power you needed to do just that: to kill him. You had the speed, the strength, & more importantly, the rage, but in spite of all of that, he still terrified you. You longed for the days when nothing & no one, not even the dead, scared you. But you could always feel his hand on your throat, his teeth on your neck. They were always there, choking & sucking what little life you had in you left. The you from a couple years ago, the human, would be so disappointed in you.

Stefan finally emerged from the shadows of the corner. His eyes held yours in the mirror as he slowly approached you. He looked elegant & refined. Like a good man. His suit fit him well, hugging the contours of his muscular arms & framing his lean body perfectly. But you knew how dangerous he was, how deadly. After all, he killed you.

“You look…” He stood directly behind you, his hands ghosting over the skin of your upper arms as he appraised you from the top of your head to the toe of your heels, “…ravishing.”

And ravish he did. Often. Killing you wasn’t enough. Neither was turning you into a vampyre. Stefan made you his, in every way. Your blood was his, your body, your heart, mind, & soul—if you even had one anymore. For two years he kept you right beside him. He never let you stray far, & if you did, he found you.

You couldn’t fathom to yourself his obsession with you, his unwavering interest. You had tried to kill him that fateful night. And you both knew that if the opportunity ever presented itself you would try again. But he kept you in your place, reminding you that despite your abilities, he would only hurt you more, more than he already had, if you ever tried again.

Killing yourself wasn’t an option, either. And even if it was, you were still to prideful to do it. You were a vampyre, after all. Even though you once hunted & killed them, you knew how foolish it would be to rid yourself of that power, that immortality. All you wanted, truly wanted, was to be free of Stefan. Of his death grip on you.

“Everyone is going to want a taste of you.” He mused as he brushed your hair behind yourself, exposing your neck.

“They can only dream.” You responded softly, “I’m yours.”

Stefan smiled against your skin as he kissed along your shoulder. You could feel the ends of his canines grazing you, itching for a bite.

“Forever.” He said hushed.

And forever he meant. Because there was only forever for the two of you.

Your lips parted slightly as Stefan sunk his teeth into the juncture where your neck & shoulder met. Your blood, thick, red, & cool to touch, trickled down your chest, nearing the top of your dress. Stefan wrapped an arm around your middle, tugging you closer against him as he drank from you. You relaxed against him, allowing your head to hang to the side so he could have more access. He growled. You moaned.

Then, with his other hand, he brought it upwards before you, wiping the trail of blood seeping towards your dress onto his finger.

He met your eyes in the mirror as he continued drinking. His eyes blackened as the familiar veins of sinful indulgence appeared around his sockets. Then he brought his finger, coated in your blood, to your lips. He rubbed his finger along your lower lip before you closed your lips around his digit.

Not even you could deny how you tasted. You surmised that was the only reason he kept you around. You had tasted many in your vampyre life, yet none of them tasted as succulent as you. When Stefan wanted you, or rather, needed you, & he came to your room at night, he would often have your blood spilling. All over himself. All over you. Your blood would coat your skin as he fucked you into your mattress or wall or floorboard, his teeth always sinking in where he could. But you ever had the marks to show for it. You healed as well as the rest of them.

In your two years with Stefan, you saw for yourself what he meant that night at the club when he told you he was a Ripper. He was the most dangerous of them all. Having shut off his humanity, his feelings, he only craved violence, power, domination. You had seen many times with your own eyes how he tore through vampyres & humans alike, always walking towards you covered in their blood. But what others didn’t realize about a Ripper like him was his insatiable appetite.

Stefan was always hungry, & not just for blood. He was hungry for your resistance, your fear of him, your submissiveness. The only times you ever saw him smile was when he was either inside you or drinking from you. But you were never allowed to drink from him. You had never even seen him bleed except for the night he turned you.

There was one time, which felt like a long time ago, that you attempted to sink your teeth into him as he sunk into you. But as soon as your canines touched his skin he ripped away from you, slamming you against a wall by your neck & lifting you off the ground. He growled inhumanly, his eyes dark & veiny as he snarled at you. No words were needed. You knew you would never be able to taste him the way he tasted you. You would never be his equal, but his inferior.

Your tongue sucked on Stefan’s finger, emulating a deep groan from the darkest depths of him. You felt his arousal as he ground his hips into your backside.

“We still have time.” He shared breathlessly.

But you didn’t want that. You never had. You faked your desire for him to survive, too scared of what he’d do if he ever knew that you were repulsed by him. He wanted your resistance, yes, but only to an extent. Stefan knew you didn’t want to be with him, but he had convinced himself of one thing: that your carnal desires were as strong as his. He couldn’t be more wrong, but he would never know. Not if you could help it.

“Damon will seek us out. Do you really want a repeat of last year?”

Last year, Stefan had been starving, impatient to have you before the annual Night of the Damned—a ball where vampyres all over the world came together to indulge in their deadly lifestyle. The first time you ever came, you witnessed many horrors that left you shaken to your core. It was a night to celebrate insanity, prestige, & a thirst for chaos.

But before the ball, Stefan insisted on having you. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Damon had interrupted, that coy yet dangerous smirk of his draped across his timeless features as he watched in the shadows as Stefan tore into you. Stefan was so blinded by his bloodlust that he hadn’t felt his presence. Not until it was over. You had, you saw him watching from the other end of the room, as Stefan devoured you, body & blood. But you said nothing. Fearful that Stefan would share. One violent brother was enough.

“I will sense him this time.” Stefan whispered against your skin as he reached for the back of your dress.

“Stefan.” You willed yourself to face him, cupping his face on either side, “Tonight is my first time participating in The Shadow. I’ll need my strength.”

The Shadow, the most anticipated event of the evening. Every year at the annual Night of the Damned the night closed with the gruesome event. Vampyres, particularly baby ones, would compete against one another in a hunt to chase down & drain the life of one unlucky human. What made it more dangerous was the threat of the sun burning them all alive before they got the chance. At dawn, the vampyres would be released into the woods, their daylight amulets left behind as they raced against each other & the rising, burning star. And every year, at least half of the participants burned, their blood-curdling screams echoing in the distance.

This year you would be competing. Stefan knew as such.

He took a step back, peering at you dangerously, considering your words. If he didn’t take them seriously then you would be as good as dead. You would not have the strength to outrun the sun.

“I suppose you are right.” He finally said, sighing dejectedly.

It was a small win, but a win, nonetheless.

“But afterwards,” You ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m all yours.”

“Forever.” He breathed.

You brought yourself closer to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, “And ever.”

The ball itself was as extravagant as the year before. Dark & moody waltz music filled the ballroom & vampyres danced, a lot of them having been alive when that kind of music was the only genre the world knew. Candelabras lined the walls & chandeliers casting a blood red glow over the guests hung from the ceilings. Everyone in attendance wore gowns or finely tailored suits reminiscent of the Victorian era. And the Salvatore brothers were the finest among them.

Damon had two women on his arm as he lounged on a deep red couch in the corner of the room. The women kissed & nipped at his neck as he reveled in the sensations. But every now & then, his eyes would find you among the dead sea & give you a wink. It unsettled you that Damon, too, in the two years you had been with them, would not hide his evolving curiosity. But Stefan would never allow it. It was the only thing you were grateful for towards him.

As for you, Stefan twirled you around the center of the ballroom, the skirt of your dress billowing with every turn, dip, & sway. His eyes never left yours as you allowed your body be guided along in time with the music. It felt as if you were transported in time, surrounded by humans who had yet to be turned into the most vicious creatures to walk the earth. But whenever you cast your eyes about, you were reminded of their existence. Blood in their glasses, fangs appearing as they laughed jovially among one another. This was their world, & you were a part of it.

“It’s nearly time.” Stefan spoke, breaking you from your observations.

“I know.” You nodded. The Shadow would begin shortly.

“You will win.” He assured you. But it brought you little comfort. To not burn alone in the woods would be your best case scenario, however, Stefan implored you to drain the life of whatever human you were to hunt. The winner of race would win a prize of their choosing. But the only prize you wished for was your freedom, & Stefan would never allow it, rules be damned. Taking a life that would not guarantee you your freedom was, in your eyes, not worth it.

“Brother.” Damon’s voice sounded behind you. Stefan released you but only momentarily before he placed his hand on your hip to press you closer against him. A sign of his possession over you. Damon’s eyes flashed to the movement, earning him his signature smirk.

He held out his hand, “The host wants to see you. I will dance with her.”

Stefan’s face hardened at that, “For what reason?”

Damon shrugged, “He didn’t say. But from the whispers I’ve been hearing, the human in question for tonight’s event is someone…special.”

Stefan stiffened beside you at that, eyeing Damon’s still outstretched hand.

“Brother, you mustn’t keep him waiting. We both know how impatient he gets.”

Your eyes shifted between the two brothers before Stefan ultimately cleared his throat, nodding, “Do not let her stray.”

“Never.” Damon grinned wolfishly before Stefan placed one of your hands in Damon’s.

Had you a heartbeat, it would be thrumming wildly. Being alone with Damon, even in a room full of people, only heightened your nerves.

“May I have this dance?” His sharp blue gaze pierced your own.

“Not like I have a choice.” You replied gently with an undertone of bitterness.

Damon smirked in agreement.

The piano waltz continued & Damon spun you into his arms.

“I missed the girl you were before. She was…something. A fighter always aching for a battle. Now, look at you.” Damon commented as he twirled you beneath his arm.

“You killed her.” You returned, recalling the night two years ago. “If you liked her so much, you should’ve let her go.”

“Hmm.” Damon brought you to his chest, one hand on your waist while the other held your opposite hand in the air to the right of you. “Had it been up to me, I would’ve. But my brother, he gets these thoughts in his head, & once they’re there…”

You knew every well what he meant.

Though Damon terrified you, being the more impulsive & wilder of the two, Stefan still reigned over the fear in your heart. But Damon was a close second. And as you felt his grip on you tighten, you were reminded of that.

“Though I am curious about who you are now.” Damon revealed.

“You know who I am.” You replied, wanting to avoid what he was referring to.

Damon chuckled darkly, admiring the features of your face as you avoided his eyes, “No. She’s still in there. She’s just…waiting. Isn’t she?”

You gulped. It was better to say nothing. Anything you said would likely be repeated back to your handler. You couldn’t risk a fierce punishment.

“Don’t worry.” Damon’s hand strayed to your lower back as he dipped you to the floor, his lips against your ear, “It’ll be our secret.”

When he returned you upright, you were unable to recover from his words. But the feeling was short-lived as Stefan reappeared. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously towards his brother, “Thank you, Damon.”

Damon released you but not before bringing the knuckles of your hand to his lips, kissing them softly, “My pleasure.”

You tucked your hand behind you, rubbing your knuckles against the fabric of your dress as Stefan stood where Damon once did.

“It’s time.” Stefan eyes caught your own, “The Shadow begins.”

On the many acreage lawn on the backside of the Victorian estate, vampyres gathered in anticipation of the most looked-forward-to event. Stefan guided you through the masses until you were at the front.

“Your amulet.” He held out his hand, palm up.

Your fingers reached for the amulet around your neck before fingers along the fine chain until you reached the clasp. After undoing the piece of jewelry, your only protection from the sun, you dangled it into Stefan’s hand.

He then closed the distance between the two of you, his head leaning downwards to speak softly into your ear, “Remember, no using your abilities until you catch it.”

‘It’. That’s what the poor human you would be chasing down was reduced to.

But Stefan was right. You had to remind yourself that your vampyre abilities were forbidden. No speed to race through the woods & back in less than twenty seconds, no strength to sabotage your competition. Though you were still monster, the event was to kill what little humanity there was left in you before you ended the life of another. And the only way to do that was to reduce your skills to match that of your prey. A true predator in the midst.

“I know.” You breathed out, your voice shaky.

“And don’t hesitate. Don’t listen to it’s pleas. Because it will beg.”

“Yes, Stefan.” You murmured.

He peered into your eyes once before placing a kiss on your cheek. You allowed yourself the one instance of affection. It perhaps may be the last affection you ever felt if you weren’t successful, even if it was from the man who murdered you.

Kicking off your heels, you turned away from Stefan & the other vampyres, moving further out onto the lawn where the competitors were to line up. This year it was only you versus three others. At least two of you would die. You hoped it wouldn’t be you.

The sound of a gun pierced the air & you shot forward. Your legs pumped under you as you raced forward. You could feel your natural instinct to speed forward at an inhuman rate take over but you forced the instinct down. If you cheated you were as good as dead.

The other vampyre babes were behind you as you dived into the tree line. The only upper hand you had over them was your past life experience. Having been a vampyre once before you were agile, quick, & your endurance unmatched in most instances. Once in the tree line you refrained from using your heightened senses of smell & sound. It almost couldn’t be helped but you willed yourself not to.

The other vampyres disappeared in different directions in search of the grand feast. You continued forward, your feet carrying you like a Victorian vampyre goddess through the early morning fog that wisped between trees. The sky above you was a light shade of blue. You had no idea as to how long you had before the sun rose & began to peek through the trees, but you were determined not to be out there long enough to find out. Your goal was not to drain the human, but to simply survive. As soon as you came across whoever caught the poor being, you would turn back & return to Stefan, your amulet waiting.

But as you continued running among the trees, you heard the undeniable snap of a branch. No vampyre, even a baby, would be foolish enough to make the mistake of revealing their position. That only meant one thing.

You slowed down, hesitantly going in the direction in which you heard the sound of life. As you grew closer, you could hear the heavy breathing, & with your heightened senses, the racing of a prey’s heart.

It wasn’t cheating to hear it as you grew closer to it. It only meant that you were practically on top of them. Leaning over a fallen tree trunk, you peered over the other side. There was a slight decline just below the tree trunk & it was there, just below the trunk, that you spotted bare feet.

You had found them. And with the sky growing brighter by the second, you couldn’t walk away leaving them to be found by another. You had to survive.

Leaping yourself over the trunk, you stared at the shadowy space beneath the trunk. Whoever it was, their feet were sticking out. You felt yourself frown internally. It was cruel. They knew what was coming for them. But as you stepped forward, preparing to bend at the waist & yank on their ankle to drag them out. Your heard the sound of your name.

“_____?” The voice said again, & it was then that you realized it was coming from the human hiding in the shadows beneath the trunk, “It really is you!”

Without needed to pull them out yourself, the human crawled forward. You felt your muscles stiffen at the human on their knees before you as they peered up at you. They looked relieved to see you, but also fearful. You backed away.

“Urien…” You whispered, though your voice was barely audible.

He looked deathly, nothing like the man you last saw two years ago when he sent you into the club that you would ultimately die in.

“You’re alive!” He smiled, but you noted how he was missing teeth, having been torn out forcefully likely under some form of torture.

You looked away from him. It had been so long since you last saw him. He was far from the man you remembered. He was shirtless, like he had always been before, but he didn’t carry the muscle mass anymore. He was thin, sickly so, & his already scarred body had new ones, fresher, ones that still bled when cracked open. How long had he been captured for?

Then you immediately recalled how Damon pulled Stefan away from you on the dance floor, reciting that the host wanted to speak with him about their special hunt for the evening.

It dawned on you then. Stefan knew. Stefan knew that it would be your former boss, former friend, that you would be chasing down. It’s why he reminded you to not let ‘it’ talk, to beg. Because Stefan knew as well as you did, the human part of you had yet to be completely snuffed out. This was it. This was more than a race or competition. It was your test alone.

“We thought you died. That they killed you.” Urien sputtered, still evidently shocked at seeing you, as you were him.

“I did.” You replied almost flatly, “They did.”

Urien grinned but it was a sad one. He peered up at you, “You’re not a monster, _____. Not like them.”

But you were. It was all you saw in the mirror. Urien could see it too, he just clung to the human inside you.

“Let me go. Let me go & I’ll find the others. We’ll come back for you.”

“You’ll kill me.” You heard your voice harden. It’s what they did after all, The Night Shift. They killed vampyres. Regardless of your history with them, they would only do the same to you.

“No! No, no!” Urien shook his head vigorously, “You are one of us.”

But you knew he was lying. You could hear past the rapid beating of his heart. How it pulsed faster every time he opened his mouth. He was lying. It would either be him, or you.

“Not anymore.” You whispered.

Urien’s expression fell as he watched the skin around your eyes darken & grow with the familiar veins of a vampyre about to strike.

“_____! Please! No!”

“I’m sorry, Urien.” You stared past him, through him, “But _____ died a long time ago.”

Then you flew forward & sunk your teeth into your former friend’s neck, your mouth filling with his blood, his livelihood, his humanity. As you drained the life from him, you felt the last of your humanity die.

You were vampyre. Forever. And ever.

Stefan stood before you. Naked. You lounged on the foot of your bed, your eyes dancing across the contours of his pale skin & lean muscles.

He was proud of you. You could see it in his eyes. It was a look you had never seen before. Stefan looked at you in many ways, but never like this. And now that your humanity was wiped from you, you took minor pleasure in it. Stefan Salvatore, one of the most dangerous vampyres to exist, was proud of you.

“I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are.” Stefan breathed out as he approached you until his knees knocked into yours.

“Tell me.” You breathed out, eyeing him.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing teasingly against your own, “You are beautiful. My vicious little thing.”

You smiled, your canines poking at your lower lip as you did.

“Now,” he kissed the shell of your as he spoke, “it’s time for my protégé to claim her prize.”

Your prize. You once longed for your freedom, but this was freedom as you knew it. That prideful glee in Stefan’s eyes. He no longer saw you as his lesser but his counterpart. You were a part of him. There would be no leaving him. And for the first time ever, you were seduced by the thought.

And so, you only wanted one thing.

Stefan straightened, his hand gently cupping the back of your head as he pushed your head forward towards him. Then he raised his other arm, the underside of his wrist exposed. Your felt your eyes darken & pop with veins as you gazed at the fine blue lines beneath his marble skin.

You glanced up at him through your lashes. He nodded, urging you on.

Slowly, hesitantly, you brought your lips to his wrist. You brushed your lips against the skin there, marveling at the smoothness of it. Then you darted your tongue out, licking the area. Stefan gasped softly above you.

Smiling softly to yourself, you finally sunk your teeth into his wrist. His blood poured into your mouth & you saw the sun. She burned bright & endlessly. You clung to Stefan’s arm, pressing his wrist further against your face as you drank from him, savoring the taste of his rich & earthy sustenance.

This is what this life was all about. That taste, that feeling it brought you. It was addictive, like a drug you desperately craved, that you would kill for. And you had. And you would do it again. You finally understood why Stefan would never let you go.

After getting a bite of him, you felt positive that he would never outrun you. He was yours as much as you were his.

Forever. And ever.

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