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Vampire! Levi Ackerman

cw: vampires, kídnapping, slightly possessive Levi, drúgging mentions, Levi is Mikasa's caretaker, ackermans are vampires, Levi is intimidating, reader is chained to a wall, blood (duh), blood drinking (duh), Jean is there for a second, gn! reader, no use of y/n (reader is as neutral as possible) wc: 5,075

pt. 1

You bring a hand up to rub at your face, as you start to blink your eyes open. When did you fall asleep? And where the hell are you?

“Morning. Seems you slept well.” A familiar voice sounds from just outside of your vision radius. So it wasn’t a dream, good to know.

“Morning, did I fall asleep on your couch?” You ask, still disoriented from sleep. A yawn leaving you as you prop yourself up to look at him. The warm light of the room being still too much for your sleep-ridden eyes as you squint to only look at him. Your hand dropping down to the left side of your neck, which was a little sore, rubbing at it– trying to soothe the dull pain.

“Yes, must’ve been tired. You’ve been out for a while.” The dull pain of your neck being on only one side as you try to rub it away– must’ve slept weird. Shifting to sit up, the sheets pulling as you move.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you carry me to a bed?” You ask, looking down at the sheets wrapped around you. You look back up and see him nod, then gesture to a cup of tea sat by the end of the thin mattress.

“You mentioned you liked this kind.” He says as you take the warm mug into your hands, taking a small sip– Cherry Blossom.

“Thank you, is-what time is it? Why is it so dark in here?” You ask, holding the mug in one hand as you tug the blanket to wrap around your waist with your other. The only light was one small lightbulb, emitting a soft homey yellow glow, your eyes finally starting to adjust to the room around you.

“Because you’re in my basement.” He answers curtly.

“Weird place for a guest room, isn’t it?” You laugh, taking another sip of the tea as you slowly gain alertness– the clean yet eerily cold basement slowly setting in, the warm colored light doing almost nothing to warm up the room.

He shrugs from his chair sat in the middle of the floor. “Doesn’t have to be homey, most people don’t stay for too long.”

“Still, such a pretty house. Yet the guest room is a little bit… scary.” You stretch your shoulders, the left side of your neck still sending off a dull ache.

“Well, others rarely complain.”

“That’s because you don’t give them enough time to, Levi.” Mikasa says, sitting on the stairs. Her skirt thrown over the side of the unfinished staircase– no railing to stop her from swinging her legs on the side of the stairs. He looks back with a glare.

“Oh, Mikasa. How was your… night?” You trail off for a moment, trying to remember why the teen had left the house at such a late time before you fell asleep.

“Tasty, but not as tasty as Levi’s.”

“Miksa.” He reprimands, the girl rests her hands on either side of her– her legs still swinging.

“Well, I’m sorry I fell asleep.” You rub at your face a little more, holding the teacup level in your hand as you try to stand up off the bed. You feel something heavy pull at your ankle, almost toppling you over and spilling the tea. You look back, the blanket and sheet covering your ankle. Tugging the blanket off as if that was what was tethering you to the bed, your eyes zeroing in on the heavy metal cuff on your ankle.

“Sorry I had to chain you, but otherwise you’d run.” Levi says, standing from the chair for the first time. Mikasa giggling as she sees your confused face.

“What do you mean?” You look at him. The thought of this being a dream crossed your mind. Levi had been so nice when you got here, letting you in, charging your phone for you, making you tea.

“Mikasa, go upstairs please.” Levi says looking down at you, standing at the edge of the mattress– wait why is the mattress on the ground? Didn’t he say this was a guest room?

“But it's always so fun to see them realize what’s going to happen to them.” She pouts, her hands holding onto the rafters of the ceiling, tilting her head to the side as she leans forward.

“Mikasa. Go.” He turns back to her, glaring. His voice strong, a soft echo bouncing off the walls of the basement.

“Fine, so boring. It’s not like I can do anything else, it’s sunny out.” She grumbles, ascending the stairs as you feel a small panic start to set in. When they realize what’s going to happen to them? What the fuck could she be talking about?

Levi crouches down to be eye level with you. “Ignore her. How do you feel?”

“Fine, uhm– can you let me out of these now?” You lift up your ankle, the heavy chain clinking as you move.

“Not right now.” His hand goes to your neck, grazing the sore part of it. “I’m sorry your neck hurts.” His fingers are cold and light against your skin, barely even touching you.

“Uhm, how-how did you know my neck hurts?” You look at the very serious man.

“It’s my fault really. I couldn’t help it. I usually stick to the arm, sanitize it each time. But there’s something about you…” He trails off, his fingers getting heavier as he touches on a sensitive area.

“What? Levi, what are you talking about?” The fear starts to grow, a pit in your stomach growing heavier with each word that leaves his mouth. Your body littered with goosebumps, and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold of the basement or the growing fear.

“You won’t leave this basement will you? If I take it off?” He tilts his head, looking into your eyes. His gray ones dark and gloomy, only accentuated by the singular yellow lightbulb illuminating the room.

“Can-is my phone charged? My friend has probably texted me by now wondering where I am– I should respond.” You stumble your way through your sentence– a lousy excuse for him to uncuff you and bring you upstairs. You could probably make a run for it from there, right? He’s just some guy after all.

“It’s not charged. Don’t worry, Mikasa knows your friend and will inform him that you won’t be meeting him.” He pats your shoulder, standing up once more. For such a short man, he really towers over people well.

“Won't be..” You trail off, fear rising.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a monster. You’re safe while you’re here.” He walks over to the shelves, grabbing an ornate hand mirror and walking back over to you.

“Levi, I really don’t understand what’s going on.” You say as he crouches, holding the mirror to you. Your eyes going straight to the two marks on your neck– red and circular.

“I really didn’t want to bite you on the neck– but I couldn’t stop myself. You smelled so good, and I couldn’t hold back.” He confesses, bringing his hand up to trail over to two marks gently.

“You bit me?” Is the only question of yours that seems to make it out of your mind and into words. “Levi, why am I chained in your basement?”

“Because I drugged your tea and chained you down here.” He says, pulling the mirror away to go put it back in one of the drawers of the shelf.

“What the fuck. Why?” You can feel your heart beating in your throat, in your fingertips, in your chained ankle.

“Because, you’ve been perfect so far.” He walks back over, crouching in front of you again, “And because I just couldn’t resist. Your heartbeat is so loud it’s almost overwhelming.” He brings a hand up to trail over the bite mark on your neck again. Your brain wants to jerk you away from his touch, but your body can’t move– frozen from fear or enjoying his touch even just a little, you have no idea.

“You can hear my heartbeat?” Your voice comes out a whisper, a knot in your throat you can’t shake. His fingers trail the area around the bite mark with a grace that you wouldn’t expect, his fingers cold against your skin.

“I enjoy you more than the others.” He says, his attention on the bite mark as his fingers trail it with ease– like he had touched you a million times.

“Others?” You question, there were more people down in this basement at some time?

“Don’t take offense, they were just for food.” His hand trails to your cheek, cupping it. His palm cold and pale against your skin.

“You eat people.” You mean for it to come out as a question, but your chest feels like it’s caving in on itself– hard to get the words out at all let alone get the right inflection.

“Drink their blood, lovely.” The nickname is sickening, your stomach starts to flip at both. He looks into your eyes and opens his mouth in a smile to show his teeth. Long, long canines framing his smile– a tinge of red at the bottom of each one. You feel like you might actually throw up now, he did actually bite you.

“You…” You want to say anything, yell at him in disgust, scream for help, beg him to spare you, beg him to unlock you so you can escape, anything. Yet… nothing comes out.

“You said last night, you said it would be almost too perfect if I was a vampire. You said the idea of us existing would freak you out.” His hand on your cheek stays as still as a statue. Us existing? Is this some sick dream? You bite the inside of your lip to try to wake yourself up from this nightmare, biting down hard enough to draw the irony taste out. “Don’t do that.” He brings his thumb to your lip and pushes on it– pulling it from between your teeth. His attention on the small blood dot on the inside of your lip, his expression now stern. He swipes his thumb over your lip, bringing it to his mouth after.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” You whisper out as you watch him close his eyes in pure bliss at the taste of your blood. His eyes flick open and his hand grips your chin tightly.

“What the fuck is wrong with me you asked?” He asks it like he’s spitting venom at you. “What’s wrong with you? Can’t wrap your head around me existing?” He leans in, your faces inches from one another. From him existing? Vampires existing would freak you out to no end. But he can’t be…

Your face must’ve given your thought process away because he smiles at you. “I think you finally got it. See, you’re smart enough.” He doesn’t make a move to back up– and you can’t, his ironclad grip on your chin holding you in place. Even if it wasn’t completely holding you in place, would moving be the best thing? Angering him might sign your death warrant.

“You’re a… no.” Your body feels like it was turned to lead, your arms forgotten– left to sit on your lap, your legs too heavy to move, the chain too heavy and short to allow you to stand.

“Yes. You said it would be perfect, well it is. And so are you.” He squeezes his fingers, puckering your lips and squishing your cheeks into a pout. You can hear your heartbeat, loud and rhythmic. Bu bum, bu bum, bu bum, bu bum. In quick succession, you fear it might give out if it has to keep beating this fast for much longer.

“Perfect?” You croak out, you want to bring your hands up to his chest and push him away, scream out for help, maybe even run. But… vampire, he would be faster than you.

“Perfect. Hundreds of years and no one has been this perfect. Your blood is addicting, your heartbeat is comforting and overwhelming all at the same time, your scent…” He trails off, leaning into the right side of your neck and taking a long breath in. He keeps your head facing forward, seeing him out of the corner of your vision. Hundreds of years? Fuck, he really might be a vampire. No, fuck that… you’re not that gullible. He’s just some freak.

Duh-da-duh–bwah-na-na-naahh-ngghhh

The first few notes of Toccata and Fugue in D minor by Bach plays throughout the house– a small doorbell speaker on the wall next to the stairs. He groans and presses a kiss to your neck. Your stomach flips and you fight the urge to push him away, he can overpower you easily, there’s no way you could push him off you. His other hand holds your shoulder tightly. A sharp pain shoots through your neck, your blood rushing through your body– your body feels like it's burning. You yell out, trying to lean your head back to get away from the feeling– but his hand on your chin holds you in place. Your blood rushing around your body like it has no idea what to do, every single one of your nerves feels like it’s on fire. Your hands goes to his chest– pushing against him to try and pry his head away from your neck. His head on your chin slips down the side of your neck ever so slightly, his palm against your pulse point as his deft fingers hold your head up and out of his way. You’d never admit that even a small part of you enjoyed it, hell enjoyed wasn’t the right word– it excited something you had never felt before.

“Levi!” Mikasa’s voice rings from the top of the stairs, your breath catches in hope as he pulls away. His teeth stained a dark red as he smiles at you.

“What?” He calls back gruffly, his hands still on you as he looks over towards the stairs.

“Jean’s here, should I let him in?” A small glimmer of hope, your friend was here? Or was this some fucking lie too?

“I’ll be up in a second, let him in and get him comfortable in the living room.” He answers, Mikasa hums in agreement and shuts the door– the sound of the heavy door closing hurts your heart, was this what it felt like to have your hope slowly die?

He turns back to you, a hungry look in his eyes. “Fuck, see? I can’t help myself around you. Everyone else I would only drink from their arms. But you…” His fingers trail your cheek delicately. He licks at his teeth, sucking off the deep red as he looks at you. “I’ll be back. If you’re good then maybe I’ll think of unlocking that little chain.” He looks down to your lips, jolting backward before he gives in and kisses you. Ascending the staircase quickly, a light shines from the door as he opens it.

“Help! Please help me!” The second your yell sounds he slams the door shut, leaning down to look at you from under the rafters of the ceiling.

“Don’t. Your voice will get all sore. Drink your tea and wait for me, okay?” His voice is serious, but he has a tinge of compassion– why the fuck did he care about your voice more than he cares about you possibly being heard? The light appears again for just a second before the door slams shut. A few ticks reverberating off the walls, then the basement plunges into silence.

You look over at the tea, he probably slipped something into this one too. You won’t make that mistake again.

“Someone! Anyone! Please! I’m in the basement! Help!” You repeatedly scream out, hoping that someone will hear you and be able to make it to you in time. As time passes your hope slowly dying along with your voice. As it grows hoarse your heart starts to feel heavy, no one was coming to save you. How stupid of you to even think otherwise, he probably soundproofed this basement a long time ago.

“Don’t. Your voice will get all sore. Drink your tea and wait for me, okay?” His voice is as serious as he can make it– some care creeping through. Oh how he wanted to kiss you in that moment. But no, that has to wait for the perfect moment. The kiss had to be as perfect as you are. He quickly leaves the basement, locking the door behind him.

Walking into the living room after smoothing out his top. His sister was sat on the couch with your friend, Jean, someone in town that Mikasa would hang out with on occasion.

“Hello, Jean.” Levi sits on the couch opposite the two.

“Hi, uhm… I have no other way of really asking this but, I had a friend coming into town and they haven’t texted me in a while. Do you know anything about it?” He asks, his words chosen carefully as he pauses throughout his sentence. The townspeople had an agreement with the Ackermans, they wouldn’t talk about any of it in exchange for not getting drained.

“Why do you think we would know something about it, Jean? Are you implying something?” Levi tilts his head as he questions the man. He never liked Jean that much if he drained him it would be fine… other than the townspeople’s reactions, or Mikasa’s. At least Jean was better than that brat Eren.

“Levi, don’t scare my friends.” Mikasa chastices from next to Jean, her skirt messily bunched up as she sits cross legged on the ornate red velvet couch.

“Sir, I didn’t mean to imply anything but… their car is near your house. I just… I don’t want them to die is all.” Jean nervously fidgets with his fingers, picking at the skin around his fingernails as he sits on the couch. His posture as if someone had stuck a metal pipe in his shirt, his hands in his lap and his leg bouncing. The sound of his pants rubbing against the couch, along with your screams– which only the Ackermans could hear– were filling Levi’s ears enough to put him on edge.

“Well… hopefully they’ll be fine.” Levi says back, his tone full of the unspoken things between the three.

“That’s not good enough, Sir, please. Just promise me that I’ll at least see them again.” Jean begs from the couch.

“Can’t.”

“You know, I could call a town meeting about this. The agreement is you don’t drain townsfolk, and I think that should extend to our guests as well.” Jean’s tone turns curt and serious, his anger of the situation rising.

“We’ve been here long before you, we’ll be here long after you. We are the reason you can live here, would you like that to change?” Levi asks, Jean knows he’s right but can’t help himself.

“I really should drive a stake into your heart. You two got off lucky after Kenny drained-”

“Jean!” Mikasa grabs his arm, stopping him from talking. Levi’s gaze turns deadly at the mention of it however.

“We went through extensive town meetings about it, you know we didn’t agree with him.” Levi stands up, and in a second he had crossed the room– standing in front of Jean, the coffee table haphazardly pushed out of his way.

“S-sorry, Sir. I just… I care about my friend.”

“I do too.” Levi says curtly, his expression unwavering yet a small bit of care lacing itself into his words, despite his best efforts.

“Levi really likes them. He hopes they’ll stick around for a while.” Mikasa says, knocking her shoulder into Jean’s.

“Mikasa. Telling the wrong business to people, again.” Levi chides, his shoulders deflating a bit at Mikasa’s comment.

“I hope the same, Sir. If it’s death or them becoming an Ackerman, I hope we get another resident in town. Even if the sun can’t shine upon them.” Jean says, staring up at Levi. His arm under Mikasa’s grasp tensed as much as possible– as if trying to fill out her grip more.

“Then I suggest you wait it out, just like we are. Now, don’t you have a shift at the bakery to attend?” Levi steps back from him, moving the coffee table back into place with his foot.

“Uhm-yes. I do, Sir. I’ll be going to that now. While-while I’m here do you need food for… no one in particular.” Jean points down the hall towards the basement door as he stands up and Mikasa lets go of his arm.

“Yes, bring a few pastries by later, along with some bread.” Levi says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Will do. Have a… hellish day?” Jean says as he reaches the front door. His tone questioning as he realizes he’s not sure what to say to the two creatures of the night. He had really only spoken a few sentences to Levi in the past, usually about what bread to bring by when needed.

“Have a fine day Jean.” Mikasa nudges Levi as they stand away from the door. “Good day.” Levi grits out.

Jean nods, quickly slipping out of a small sliver of the door so as to not allow sunlight inside. Levi walks up to the door and locks it behind him.

“So… new family member, huh?” Mikasa questions, leaning against the heavily decorated wall.

“Don’t think I don’t see the marks on your friends arms when they leave. You know you aren’t allowed to drain townsfolk.” Levi deflects, turning to face her with a knowing look.

“They offer it. It’s legal if they offer it up.” She says back.

“Stuck as a teen forever, the worst fate for me. Two of them fancy you, you realize taking advantage of that won’t last.” Levi corrects his cravat’s placement.

“I’m 18, not some child. And that’s why I’m taking advantage of it while I can. Besides, they've started to ask me to turn them.” Mikasa rocks back and forth on her feet, her skirt swaying with her body.

“I pray you’ve said no.” Levi says bluntly, moving down the hall towards the kitchen.

“We don’t pray, we aren’t allowed.” She avoids answering, following him.

“Never said to whom I pray.” Levi enters the kitchen, walking over to the cabinets– throwing them open in search of food.

“You know… from where I was sitting on the stairs it almost looked like they had a mark on their neck.” Mikasa says, plucking dead flowers off of one of their hanging plants.

“Say what you mean.” Levi responds, pulling out a few things– laying them on the counter to start preparing food.

“You preach about how drinking from the neck is unsanitary and unsafe. I doubt you’d actually do such a thing, must’ve seen wrong.” She says with a leading tone, metaphorically backing Levi into a corner as she physically dead-ends the plant.

“It is unsanitary and unsafe, especially if you are prolonging your meal– it’s hard to stop when you’re drinking from the neck.” Levi repeats the information he had told Mikasa many a time, cutting up fresh strawberries Mikasa had gotten from Armin’s family’s farm.

“You really think they could become a family member?” Mikasa asks, gathering the dead flowers she had plucked, along with the tops of the strawberries, and tossing them out the window into the compost.

“I don’t intend on making that call yet– too early to tell.” Levi lights the stove, the flame flickering under the pan he places on the burner.

“You know that’s a lie. You hate almost everyone you chain down there, you’ve never broken your rule of arm only. For anyone.” Mikasa says, lifting herself up to sit on the counter next to him.

“For some, rules seem useless and confining.” Levi murmurs, cracking an egg into the pan as the small cut of butter he had put in there melts and coats the bottom.

“So, you’re willing to break your rules for someone. And that person just so happens to be locked in our basement.” Mikasa says as Levi reaches for a spatula to scramble the eggs; lightly batting at her knees as he glances over to her, not appreciating her sitting on the clean counter.

“Don’t get your hopes up, for all we know they’re immune to our venom.” Levi stirs at the egg in the pan.

“Food then, a good few years of food.” Mikasa claims cheerily– she’s always been more hopeful than Levi was.

“Just like your little friends.” Levi comments, batting at her knees again as her skirt falls near the flame. She scoots away with a scowl.

“You’ve found yourself a friend finally.” She comments as Levi goes to cut a slice of bread, placing it in their old toaster– if it works why get a new one?

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Levi repeats, continuing to stir the eggs.

“Fine. Just tell me if there’s any good news, I want to know if we have to clean out a room for them.” She jumps down from the counter, ruffling Levi’s hair before walking out of the room. Levi grumbles to himself about “insufferable teenagers” as he fixes his hair. Plating the food and swiftly walking to the bolted door, unlocking it with one hand and making his way down the stairs.

“Please, help.” He hears your hoarse quiet voice whisper out– dried tears on your face as he makes it to the bottom of the stairs.

“I told you to stop that and drink your tea. Now listen to yourself.” He scolds, kneeling to set the plate of food in front of you.

“Won’t… lace me again.” You whisper out, small whine like noises lacing their way into your raw voice.

“It’s just tea.” He picks up the now cold cup and takes a sip before placing it next to the plate. “If you would like, I can reheat it for you.” He offers, bringing a hand up to your face to wipe at the tear stains.

“You brought me food?” You ask suspiciously, looking down at the food so you don’t have to look at the man in front of you. If you’re just food for him, what good comes out of feeding you?

“Of course I did. I wish for you to be comfortable.” He pets your hair out of your face, the gesture calming– if you weren’t chained in his basement.

“Have to make your food comfortable.” You comment, your voice lost just like your hope of escaping.

“If you’re good enough– you won’t be food for very long. You’ll be allowed up in the rest of the house again.” He pushes the food towards you, encouraging you to eat it. “Need me to prove it’s not laced either, or will you trust me?”

“Not hungry.” You lie, your throat hurts too much to eat anyways.

“I can hear your stomach, I’ll reheat your tea.” He picks up the teacup and stands up, looking down at you with a soft look spread across his face before he leaves.

If you’re good enough… you’ll be allowed up in the rest of the house again. He would really let you out like that? Was he reckless or stupid… neither, he would have a foolproof plan– just like the basement and the stupid chain locked on your ankle.

You brought your hand up to it again, trying to push your ankle through as his words spun around your head incessantly. The door clicks again and the stairs are creaking as he walks back down. You drop your hands back to your lap as you watch him carefully bring your tea over.

“Need me to prove myself again?” He asks, kneeling down in front of you– holding out a cup of steaming tea to you.

“How do I know you’re not immune to it?” You ask, still not trusting your captor.

He shrugs in response, placing the teacup down on the ground next to the plate of food. “I added some honey, to help your throat. All I added. Cherry Blossom with honey.” He carefully sits down on the ground, brushing at the concrete flooring before he does.

“What did you mean, I could be allowed up in the rest of the house again?” You ask, stilling yourself from reaching out and taking the tea to relieve the feeling of your throat.

“I said you were perfect. You could become a family member.” He offers, you feel your stomach flip– in disgust or something else, you couldn’t tell– all you knew was the feeling was overwhelmingly fear.

“A… family member?” You croak, it feels like there’s a boulder in your throat– the scratchy feeling replaced with a sinking feeling.

He takes the teacup in his hand, bringing it to your lips, his other hand on your chin. “You must know by now, the house is quite big. It gets lonely, as does life after a while.” He explains as he gently tips the tea into your mouth– you swallow on pure instinct.

“Mmpf.” You try to respond, but he keeps the teacup against your lips.

“This offer is just for you.” His thumb caresses your cheek gently as he tips his chin to you, prompting you to swallow again. He pulls the teacup away, setting it down next to the plate again.

“Either die down here, or become one of you?” You don’t want to admit it, but you consider it for a moment– maybe even longer.

“Seems like the two options.” His hand previously on your chin trails down to your bite mark. “These will heal in due time.” He comments, trailing his hand over to the one on the other side.

“I have to make the decision?” You ask, your voice hoarse but slightly better.

“Eventually, you can take your time. I have all the time in the world.” He smiles at you, almost mockingly truthful. Dropping his hand from you and standing abruptly. “I’ll be down later, eat. You’ll come to find I’m an alright cook.” He nods towards the plate, then swiftly leaves without another word uttered between you two.

You stare at the plate, the question hanging on your heart, along with another thought. You didn’t appreciate the sunshine enough on your possible last day in it ever.

part two is officially here! Hope y'all enjoy it, I was kinda cooking with this one.

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puffballthesheep · 2 years ago

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LOVE ME BACK — PIECK FINGER.

vamptober — slight edging ; find masterlist here

synopsis. In the hidden depths of Attack on Junior High, a captivating character named Peick appears, emanating a captivating vampire-like presence. The reader finds solace with her comrades Zeke, Reiner, Porco, and Annie, longing for a sense of belonging. Filled with seething rage, Peick sets out on a mission to unleash her fury upon the one who rejected her love.

length. 5.2k words (I attempted to make ts short)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, vampire peick! high school au (reader is a senior student), age gaps (100+ difference), vampire, manipulative peick, blood, gore, dead bodies, hurtful words, heavy make out session, slight edging, slight smut, names (love, dear, sweet & ect.)

Notes. this took so mfkn long to write bc first I can’t make anything short, nor can I function w/o it being long, but anywho whoever requested this, wassup dude, I been doing good n I hope u are too, but now we finna get into it but If I were you I'd lock my doors before reading this 🤸��

Eighteen-year-old (name) had experienced a great loss at a young age when her mother passed away, yet she had been blessed with an incredible relationship with her father who had raised her alone since then. Growing up in the peaceful suburbs, the two of them had grown incredibly close over the years, having an almost psychic connection - they would always know what the other was thinking and even feel when the other was near.

One morning, (name) came downstairs to have breakfast with her dad, and with a smile she said cheerfully, "Good morning, dad! Thanks for breakfast this morning." As she started to eat, her dad asked her how she had slept. She took a sip of her orange juice before answering, her eyes twinkling with joy as she said, "Pretty good actually, no nightmares or anything," and she shrugged as she set down her cup, before taking another bite of her food. "That's good to hear," her dad said warmly, his face beaming with love.

The two of them chatted as (name) enjoyed her breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and sausage, the aroma of the food filling the air of the quaint kitchen. Suddenly, her dad said he had a meeting later and he'd be home late, so not to wait up for him. (Name) nodded and looked up at the clock on the stove, realizing it was almost time for her to leave for school. She stood from the table, put up the leftover food into the refrigerator, and grabbed her backpack. "Bye Dad, I love you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth. Her father smiled and waved as he was putting away his dishes and getting ready for work. "Love you too, have a good day at school," he said with a kind smile, his eyes twinkling with emotion and pride.

As the final bell reverberated through the halls of Attack on Titan Junior High, signaling the end of yet another mundane day, (name) found herself enveloped by her group of friends during passing period. "Well, well, if it isn't (name). It's been ages since I've laid eyes on you," Reiner, with a beaming smile, pulled her into a tight embrace, his arm naturally draping over her shoulders. Looking up at him, (name) playfully squirmed out of his grip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe because I get to class, unlike some of you," she retorted, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm.

Not one to back down, Porco quickly stepped forward, his emotions getting the best of him. "But hey, at least some of us manage to make it to class and get our work done," Porco fired back, his words dripping with a ruthless edge. (Name) let out a soft sigh, fully aware of Porco's tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve. "Ah, Porco, always ready with a comeback," she replied, raising an eyebrow in a knowing manner. The mention of Porco's impending Saturday school attendance struck a chord, and (name) couldn't help but smirk as Reiner let out a hearty laugh, his firm grip on Porco preventing him from lunging at her in frustration, as he often did whenever she struck a nerve.

Leaning against the wall with a casual air, Zeke joined the conversation, his voice calm and composed. "You know, (name) has the best grades among all of us. I'm genuinely proud of you," he remarked, his admiration shining through. (Name) scoffed, readying herself to make her exit. "Eugh Zeke! Can't you stop sounding like someone's overprotective father? It's just plain creepy, especially when you already look like you're in your forties in the twelfth grade."

Just as (name) was about to leave, her path was unexpectedly halted by Bertolt, who gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Curiosity flickered in (name)'s eyes as she turned back to face him, her tone guarded. "Whatchu want?" she inquired, her voice tinged with caution. Bertolt handed her a stack of photographs, captured through his camera lens. Being the resident photographer, (name) possessed the unique skill of working in the darkroom, a talent unknown to her friends. "Could you possibly take these to the darkroom and meet me there after I find Annie?" Bertolt requested, his eyes filled with hope. Glancing at her phone to check the time, (name) nodded and then proceeded to walk away, leaving Bertolt to his search. "Sure thing. Enjoy your quest, but I can inform you that Annie hasn't graced us with her presence in days."

Reiner and Porco watched (name) depart, the latter still holding back a torrent of insults, assuming that she was too intimidated to confront them again. "She's always slipping away," Reiner murmured, a hint of sadness echoing in his voice. Porco, unable to contain his frustration, unleashed a string of profanities. Suddenly, the authoritative voice of Assistant Principal Levi cut through the air, causing the trio to turn their attention towards him. With a stern expression, Levi addressed Zeke directly. "Zeke, report to the principal's office immediately." Reiner and Porco exchanged glances, astounded by Zeke's audacity to smoke a cigarette in plain view of everyone. "What a delightful evening we're having, isn't it, Mr. Ackerman?" Zeke remarked, his words dripping with disdain. Zeke nonchalantly dropped the cigar and extinguished it with his foot, begrudgingly following Levi's lead. "Tch, shut it, you piece of shit," Levi retorted coldly, the tension between them palpable.

Unbeknownst to her, as she weaved through the bustling school hallways, a cacophony of noise enveloped her senses. The crowded corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps and animated conversations of students. Amidst the chaos, an eerie atmosphere hung in the air, gripping her with an unsettling feeling of being watched.

Glancing around, she found everyone engrossed in their own affairs, oblivious to the hidden observer. However, her gaze inexplicably landed upon Pieck, a former member of her friend group who had become a subject of her disdain. Pieck stood alone, seemingly detached from the bustling crowd, and she knew better than to trifle with her.

Pieck's appearance had changed subtly over time. Her once-tanned complexion and deep brown, sometimes gray eyes had transformed, giving way to a hint of red. It was a drastic alteration that intrigued her, though she concealed her fascination beneath a veil of hostility, conforming to the unkind treatment perpetuated by her friends.

As she passed by Pieck, their eyes met, and the chilling effect of Pieck's gaze sent shivers down her spine. Pieck always seemed to gravitate toward the shadowy corners, exuding an aura reminiscent of a vampire's allure. Yet, she dismissed such notions, knowing better than to believe in mythical tales.

Despite the bullying that she subjected Pieck to, she met her actions with an unwavering sweet smile, leaving her perplexed and questioning her own motives.

Determined to avoid further interaction, she rolled her eyes in defiance and briskly turned the corner, attributing her unease to the unsettling encounters of the day. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the heavy door to the darkroom, immersing herself in its mysterious embrace.

As the door closed behind her with a resounding thud, the room enveloped her in darkness. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, revealing an enchanting sight. Pulsating red lights bathed the room, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon every surface. A chill, inexplicable yet tantalizing, crept down her spine, captivating her senses in an instant.

In the dimly lit dark room, she set the photos down on the table, soon feeling chills run down her spine. As she turned around, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and she let out a loud scream. There stood Pieck, a girl she just saw in the hallway, yet her vampire-like appearance commanded attention. Pieck's hinted red eyes, dark brown and almost black under the blood-red lights, seemed to possess an irresistible power, drawing her in.

Suddenly, she was snapped out of the trance by Pieck's voice. "Good afternoon, (name)..." Her soft, delicate, tired voice sent a wave of excitement through her. She couldn't help but admire Pieck's beautiful, disheveled hair, lazy eyes that complemented her Greek nose, and full lips that begged to be kissed. Despite the pressure to dislike Pieck, driven by the disapproval of friends, she secretly felt an unexplainable attraction towards her.

Pieck's gaze seemed to search for something deep within her, as if she hadn't entered the dark room without making a sound. She finally gathered the courage to speak. "Pieck... how did you get in here so quietly?" She began to walk past Pieck, her backpack hanging from her right shoulder.

Pieck watched her intently, carefully observing every movement. Her cold, icy hands sent a shiver down her spine, further fueling her 'dislike' towards her. "Uh, can I help you?" She prepared to break free from Pieck's grip, but suddenly found herself pushed against the wall, with Pieck's finger pointing directly at her, holding her wrists above her head.

As she stared into Pieck's eyes, the room's atmosphere turned chillingly cold and the light of the red lights reflecting off Pieck's eyes. Trembling under her touch, she was astonished by this sudden change in Pieck's demeanor, as she was usually gentle and polite. It infuriated her to admit her feelings for Pieck, especially after speaking negatively about her. Unbeknownst to her, Pieck was more than just a human; she possessed an uncanny ability to read people.

Despite her attempts to break free, Pieck's grip remained unyielding. Pieck's small frame overpowering her seemed inexplicable, reinforcing the perception that she was peculiar. "Let me go!" Even with a tight grip, Pieck's movements were slow and delicate, while her eyes seemed to hypnotize her.

Pieck spoke softly once again, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "How can I, when you know just how much I love you, (name). Why do you ignore me?" Her free hand traveled from her shirt to her hair, twirling a lock around her finger. Pieck listened to her heartbeat, every move she made on her accompanied by the red dim light that accentuated her every motion, revealing a glimpse of her razor-sharp fangs.

Pieck's words quickened her heartbeat, as they shared the same feelings but couldn't express them. "Pieck, why are you doing this...?" She asked, struggling to free her hands from Pieck's grip. "Listen to me, (name). Tell me how you truly feel... no more lies."

Pieck knew there was something about her that she held dear, but she refused to grant her desires. After numerous attempts to escape, she kneed Pieck in the stomach and forcefully pushed her away. The impact was hard enough to cause Pieck to spit up blood, and she slowly lifted herself up with the support of the file cabinet next to her.

Turning back, she picked up her backpack and uttered hurtful words, "Wanna know how I really feel about you? Nothing but a disgusting disgrace. Loving me? Oh please, move on because who would ever love you?" Pieck's heart sank upon hearing her cruel words, reaching out her hand, ready to say something. "Don't leave me alone, (name)..." Her voice filled with sorrow, as she had nobody left in her life, with her mother gone and her father gone as well.

She opened the door to the dark room, preparing to step into the brightly lit hallway, making Pieck flinch. But before leaving, she turned back, saying, "You know... no wonder why people despise you. I'm certain you were the catalyst behind your father's tragic demise... you're nothing more than a repugnant disgrace and an insufferable burden. It's no surprise you find yourself utterly alone." She closed the door behind, leaving Pieck in there alone.

Pieck took her hand out of reach and wiped the blood from her mouth, knowing (name) had made a big mistake. This was the last chance Pieck gave her.

Just like that, she left Pieck in the dark, red room, unaware of how far Pieck would go to hear the words she desired. As she turned to her left, she saw Bertolt standing before her, wearing a puzzled expression. "What happened?"

At the eerie hour of 6:30 in the evening, (name) returned home from school, a lingering sense of unease enveloping her. The house, usually filled with the comforting presence of her father, was now shrouded in an unsettling silence.

With a heavy heart and a hint of trepidation, (name) settled herself at the kitchen table, desperately attempting to immerse herself in her homework. But then, out of nowhere, a searing pain pierced her delicate neck, causing her to wince in agony. The pain subsided momentarily, leaving her bewildered and unnerved. Determined to dismiss this inexplicable occurrence, she carried on with her work.

However, the pain returned with a vengeance, intensifying with each passing moment. "Ow! The fuck is this pain coming from?" she cried out, seeking solace in the freezer's icy grasp. Placing an ice pack on her throbbing neck, the pain gradually dissipated. Puzzled yet resolute, she pondered the enigma that had befallen her.

As the clock mercilessly ticked towards 8 o'clock, her father's absence weighed heavily on her mind. Homework completed, she ventured into the living room, hoping to wait a little longer for her father's return.

Engulfed by the flickering light of the television, hunger began to gnaw at her insides. With a resigned sigh, she reached for her phone, intending to order pizza from a nearby establishment.

"Hello, I would like to place an order," she spoke into the phone, her voice trembling ever so slightly. After conveying her desires, she set the phone aside, letting the monotony of the television lull her into a state of drowsiness. Unbeknownst to her, sleep gradually entwined its insidious tendrils around her weary frame, veiling her consciousness in a nocturnal embrace.

Suddenly, she was transported back to memories of her childhood, back in the house where her late mother once resided. Sitting at the kitchen table, she cast her gaze towards the stove, where an ethereal figure stood with its back turned, preparing a morning feast. Approaching the table, the figure placed a plate of eggs before her, whispering a chilling warning into her ear: "Don't open the door."

Abruptly, her surroundings shifted once more, this time to the side of a bustling highway. Amidst the cacophony of vehicles, a distant figure beckoned, its voice rendered incoherent by the clamor. Straining her senses, (name) discerned her father's voice, urgently imploring her: "Don't open the door!"

Startled, she jolted awake, her mind racing to comprehend her surroundings. The couch, her only companion in the dimly lit room, offered no solace. "what a weird dream. It felt so real," she mused aloud, its vividness leaving an indelible mark upon her psyche. Yet, her respite was short-lived, as the doorbell abruptly shattered the silence.

*Ding dong.*

Her body, guided by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, propelled her towards the door. However, as she passed the window, she recoiled in terror. Darkness had descended upon the world outside, a foreboding sign that time had slipped away unnoticed. Doubt plaguing her thoughts, she retrieved her phone, only to discover that the clock now displayed the witching hour: 3 AM. Her heart pounding, she turned back to face the enigmatic intruder lurking beyond the threshold.

"Dad! Are you home?" she called out, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and fear. But the doorbell persisted, its relentless chimes growing more frenzied with each passing second.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

It struck her then - something was dreadfully amiss. A chill crept up her spine as the memory of her dream resurfaced, her father's caution echoing in her mind.

"Don't open the door!"

With trembling hands, she refrained from unlocking the door, instead choosing to seek confirmation from her father through the peephole. There he stood, unflinching, his eyes fixated on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. This inexplicable stillness, coupled with the incessant ringing of the doorbell, struck terror into her very core.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

"Dad! Is someone with you? answer me! I refuse to open the door until you respond!" she pleaded, her voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

Overwhelmed by panic, (name) collapsed, as she pressed herself against the door, desperately avoiding any action that would invite further dread. She couldn't explain it, but an overwhelming sense of terror gripped her, eventually lulling her into an exhausted slumber beside the door, the relentless toll of the doorbell serving as a haunting lullaby.

As the morning sun bathed the world in its gentle glow, (name) stirred from her restless sleep. Recollections of the previous night flooded her mind, urging her to action. She cautiously rose to her feet, distancing herself from the door that had become a harbinger of nightmares. Glancing out the window, the sight of daylight offered a modicum of solace.

Summoning her waning courage, she approached the door once more, swallowing the fear that threatened to consume her. Peering through the peephole, she met her father's gaze once again. she opened the door and only this time something was horribly wrong. Her father's severed head, grotesquely suspended from a hook, greeted her horrified gaze. The weight of despair settled in her stomach, threatening to engulf her entirely. Clutching her abdomen, she stared at the blood dripping onto the doorstep, uttering a feeble question into the abyss.

"W-who could have done this?"

Her eyes fell upon a note lying on the ground, soaked in crimson. Trembling, she picked it up and read its chilling message:

"Now, who's all alone now?"

The note slipped from her trembling grasp, and in that moment, the door slammed shut with an otherworldly force. Just as she turned to face the darkness that encroached upon her, (name) was violently yanked backward, her screams drowned by the suffocating embrace of the abyss.

(name) awoke to find herself trapped in an unknown and eerie place. The stench of blood assaulted her senses, causing her to gag as she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The walls were cold and made of rough stone, barely allowing any light to penetrate the darkness. Above her, a single flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting sinister shadows that danced along the walls.

Suddenly, a chilling sight caught her eye. A table stood in the corner, and blood dripped steadily from its surface, pooling on the floor below. As her eyes adjusted further, the true horror came into focus. A headless body lay upon the table, its life force gruesomely drained by some unseen force. (name)'s heart sank as she recognized the victim - her own father - his lifeless form bearing cruel bite marks.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze shifted to another figure, their body still bleeding profusely, crimson liquid flowing perilously close to where she was bound. With growing dread, she followed the trail of blood, her eyes widening in terror as the truth unraveled before her. The wounded person, dressed in a gray hoodie and jeans, was none other than Annie, her friend. Weak and trembling, Annie turned towards (name) with pleading eyes, her blonde hair matted with blood.

"(name)...help...me..." Annie's plea was cut short as death claimed her, right before (name)'s horrified gaze. A gut-wrenching scream tore from (name)'s lips, echoing through the blood-soaked chamber.

The single light bulb overhead flickered ominously, casting erratic shadows that danced upon the walls, heightening the sense of impending doom. (name) desperately struggled against her restraints, feeling the cold, rusty chains digging into her flesh. She strained to stand, but the unforgiving grip of the chains held her captive, an agonizing reminder of her helplessness.

As she cast her gaze towards the middle of the stone door, footsteps grew louder, each one a chilling symphony of dread. The light bulb's flickering intensified with each approaching step, accentuating the darkness that enveloped her soul. The door creaked open slowly, revealing the figure responsible for her torment.

A shiver ran down (name)'s spine as Pieck entered the room, her disarming smile mirroring the gentle facade she had worn the day before. Clutched in her arms was (name)'s father's severed head, blood still dripping from her mouth. The sickening truth became undeniable – Pieck was a manipulative and sinister vampire, masquerading as a sweet and innocent creature.

"Peick!! You did this, didn't you? Why would you..." (name) choked on her words, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief. Pieck's crimson gaze bore into (name), her expression devoid of remorse as she callously dropped the decapitated head to the cold, blood-stained floor, splattering the crimson liquid onto (name)'s tear-streaked face.

(name)'s heart pounded in a terrifying mix of fear and sorrow, overwhelmed by the loss of her father and the horrifying uncertainty of her own fate. Pieck moved closer, her graceful steps belying the monstrous creature she truly was. She knelt before (name), placing a hand on her trembling thigh, while her other hand wiped away the tears that stained (name)'s cheeks.

"(name)...don't cry. You brought this upon yourself," Pieck whispered, her voice both soothing and haunting. She tilted her head, her bloodstained lips curling into a sinister smile, revealing her sharp, elongated fangs. (name) recoiled at the sight, transfixed by the blood that stained Pieck's teeth, her long tongue leisurely licking away the crimson droplets.

Terror consumed (name) as she finally found her voice, tremblingly uttering, "You aren't human, are you?" The realization of the monstrous truth sank in, sending shivers down her spine.

Without breaking eye contact, Pieck continued to explore (name)'s body, her touch moving from the thigh, to the side of her stomach, and finally to her breast. Her thumb caressed the delicate flesh, while her other fingers sought the pounding heartbeat beneath (name)'s chest.

"I'm surprised you didn't realize it sooner, (name)," Pieck whispered, a sadistic pleasure lacing her words. As (name)'s heartbeat raced with increasing panic, she struggled to breathe, her gasps for air growing more desperate. Drawing nearer, Pieck's voice slithered into (name)'s ear, sending a bone-chilling shiver down her spine. The words dripped from her lips like venom, a sinister promise hanging in the air.

"Breathe, my dear. I won't harm you... yet."

Pieck's presence alone was enough to unleash a torrent of fear within (name). As she leaned back, a sickening curiosity mingled with her terror, unable to resist the allure of Pieck's touch, even in the face of impending doom. But reality crashed down upon her when she looked down at the ground, her eyes fixating on her father's severed head. In a desperate attempt to shield herself from the grotesque scene, she clamped her eyes shut, refusing to witness the horrors before her.

Suddenly, an unnatural weight settled upon her lap. Her gaze shifted downward, revealing Pieck perched upon her, her icy hands caressing (name)'s cheeks. She compelled (name) to meet her gaze once again, their lips tantalizingly close. However, Pieck abruptly withdrew, her movements betraying a calculated cunning. With a slight tilt of her head, she fixated her piercing gaze upon (name) and silence descended like a suffocating fog.

"Why did you say those hurtful things to me, (name)..."

(name) froze, the memories of the cruel words she had hurled at Pieck resurfacing. In that dire moment, she struggled to conjure any justification, realizing that her desperate attempts to fit in had only birthed destruction. "I... I didn't mean it," (name) stammered, devoid of any coherent explanation. "All I wanted was to hear you say that you love me..."

Peick's soft plea echoed through (name)'s ears, weaving a spell that threatened to ensnare her mind. Her eyes, hypnotic in their intensity, seemed to coax (name) into surrendering to her will. Doubt crept into (name)'s thoughts as she began to forget the atrocities committed against her father and Annie. Deep down, she started to believe that she was to blame for their suffering. "No... it's all my fault... I caused my father's death..." (name) whispered to herself, her gaze falling into her lap.

Tears welled in her eyes as (name) succumbed to the hypnotic allure of Pieck's gaze and voice. "I love you too, Pieck... I couldn't tell you because..."

A wicked grin twisted across Pieck's face, her eyes narrowing with a malevolent glint. She relished in her manipulative power, reveling in the opportunity to make (name) forget her sins. "I always knew you loved me, (name), my sweet. The words I've longed to hear... It didn't have to come to this, but you drove me to it, my dear..."

Pieck's grip tightened on (name)'s bound hand, refusing to release her hold. Finally, (name) snapped out of the bewitching trance, realizing the depths of Pieck's depravity. "No, Pieck! What you've done cannot be undone! Yes, I loved you, but how could I ever love you now?! What you've done is unforgivable!" (name) cried out, her eyes drawn to the lifeless bodies of Annie and her father, a grim reminder of the carnage wrought by Pieck's insidious actions.

In the face of (name)'s defiance, Pieck fixated her gaze upon her, an insidious silence punctuating her ominous presence. With a sly sigh, she sharpened her nails, a wicked transformation taking hold. "(name)..."

Pieck exhaled, refusing to relinquish her grip on (name)'s conscience. "I never wished for it to come to this, but you continuously rejected my attempts to connect with you... I tried to do it the right way, but you denied me at every turn... I only wanted to know why..."

(name) cast her gaze downward once more, her heart heavy with guilt. She recognized her own fault in pushing Pieck away, knowing all too well the countless times Pieck had tried to bridge the divide. Compassion stirred within (name) as she contemplated what it must be like to stand in Pieck's shoes. "I know... and I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you away or uttered a word about your father... But why did Annie have to suffer too?"

Pieck's smile contorted into an eerie gentleness as she gazed upon her lifeless victim, Annie. "Poor, poor Annie," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "She'll be back soon, my heart...but for now, just focus on me." The words of protest began to form on (name)'s lips, but a sinister calm washed over her, drowning out any resistance. Pieck was up to her dark deeds once again.

As (name) shifted uncomfortably, a chilling sensation spread across her body. It was then that she realized she was lying in a pool of her own blood, her life essence draining away. Panic gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the horrifying reality unfolding before her. "When did..." (name) managed to stammer, but Pieck interrupted with a gleeful grin, relishing in the terror she had instilled.

Unbeknownst to (name), Pieck had viciously slit her back while she was caught in a fit of righteous anger, berating Pieck for her unforgivable actions. The cunning vampire ensured that (name) remained fixated on her, her mesmerizing voice and piercing eyes numbing any sensation of pain. It was all part of Pieck's twisted plan to manipulate (name) into becoming her companion for eternity.

Pieck forcefully turned (name)'s face towards her own, their eyes locked in a macabre dance. "Everything's fine, (name)," Pieck hissed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "(Name), I still want to be with you. I'll protect you. I just want you to be with me forever..." Dizziness overwhelmed (name), her mind clouded and her willpower crumbling. A faint smile crept across her face as she succumbed to Pieck's wicked charm. "I'm sorry for everything I've done...I love you too, but I was wrong..." (name) whispered, their voice barely a breath. Pieck hushed (name) with a tender gesture, then pressed her lips against (name)'s, a kiss filled with twisted passion.

Pieck's hands slithered from (name)'s cheeks down to her shoulders, intensifying the heated kiss. Her tongue hungrily sought entry, licking at (name)'s bottom lip, leaving a taste of the blood she had recently fed on. Their tongues clashed in a battle for dominance, fueling Pieck's insatiable bloodlust. Her nails dug deep into (name)'s shoulder, drawing fresh blood that sent shivers down Pieck's spine, igniting a primal desire within her. The once gentle vampire grew more aggressive, her hunger escalating.

Within the depths of their twisted embrace, (name)'s faint moans echoed, a symphony of pleasure and pain. (name) weakly placed their hands on Pieck's sides, attempting to push her away. Pieck's concern was thinly veiled as she gazed down at (name), a hunger in her eyes that matched the thirst coursing through her veins. "Pieck...I feel so weak," (name) managed to utter, struggling to catch their breath. "You're doing so well, my sweet," Pieck murmured, her voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. "Just hold on..."

With a renewed hunger burning within her, Pieck reclaimed (name)'s lips, savoring every moment of their macabre union. The overwhelming scent of (name)'s blood intoxicated her, driving her to taste every inch of their being. Kissing down (name)'s jawline, she gradually made her way to the vulnerable expanse of (name)'s neck.

(name) willingly offered up their neck, granting Pieck unrestricted access. Even as their life force slipped away, (name) squirmed beneath Pieck, feeling a perverse wetness between their legs. Pieck seized upon this opportunity, grinding against (name) with a primal hunger, their moans intensifying as the friction between their thighs ignited a twisted pleasure. While Pieck marked (name)'s neck with countless hickeys, her hand returned to caress (name)'s cheek, her thumb pressing gently against their skin. As Pieck's fangs grazed (name)'s neck, a surge of pain mingled with a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the mundane discomfort of doing homework at a table.

Deep down, (name) knew this was wrong, but they were ensnared in Pieck's web of manipulation, unable to break free. As Pieck sank her razor-sharp fangs into (name)'s neck, the pain was numbed, replaced by a tingling sensation that mirrored the bite of a pen on paper. (name) turned their head slightly, groaning weakly as their strength waned, their eyes fixated on Annie's lifeless body. "We have... to save Annie..." they whispered, their voice fading.

Pieck withdrew, her fangs dripping with the crimson elixir of her beloved's life force. Her wild, disheveled curls framed her bloodstained face as she wiped her lips, gazing down at (name), teetering on the precipice of death. A wicked grin spread across her visage as she kissed (name)'s forehead. "Very soon, my love," she whispered, her voice echoing with sinister delight. "Soon, you will be just like me... and we can live together forever."

(name) mustered the last remnants of their fading energy to gaze at Pieck, a feeble smile gracing her lips. Unbeknownst to (name), a new set of fangs had sprouted in her mouth during this unholy transformation. Pieck watched with rapt attention as (name) underwent their metamorphosis, relishing in the macabre beauty of her creation.

y’all the theme of this ‘lil’ one shot is basically to be yourself, don't try and play who you're not to fit in with the crowd cs y’all saw what happened to ol reader girl, but anywho y’all prepare yo self for a hange x fem! reader x yelena vamp one shot cs das what’s comin next 😭

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