#vampirexhuman

[save-the-villainous-cat]

I was rereading the hero x vampire heat season snippet you wrote and was wondering if you could do a similar one? Like a hero that is very shy and embarrassed about being attracted to villain, and maybe even really likes the villain's voice, and the villain teases and/or reassures them it's totally normal/okay?

No pressure at all, and regardless of whether you answer i hope you'll have a wonderful day! <3

“Did you know—” the villain’s lips were dangerously close to the hero’s burning ear “—I find your fangs adorable?”

The hero hadn’t expected a kidnapping to turn into this, to turn into a romantic conversation by the fireplace. It was cruel how sweet the villain could be. The hero had been nervous enough already when the villain had asked them kindly to get into the car.

Kindly with a gun pointing at them.

The hero had been shot before and they knew from experience that it wasn’t a particularly nice experience.

“Those fangs could rip out your throat,” the hero said. Slowly, the villain drew shapes with their index finger into the hero’s thigh. That was cruel, too. The villain knew they were sensitive, especially today.

“Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” the villain asked. “That way this spluttery mouth could finally shut up and find some peace…my colleagues hate how much I talk about you.”

“You’re mean,” the hero said. They could feel themselves slipping back into their desires. There was a line, a very fine line between control and instincts and somehow the villain managed to dance on that line with the hero perfectly.

That had its own perks. Sometimes, the hero welcomed the challenge. But not really today in particular. Some days were more manageable whereas on others the hero felt like a wild animal.

“You asked me to do this, don’t you remember?”

“I asked you to make sure I wouldn’t kill any people,” the hero said. “And that I wouldn’t go crazy.”

“And I’m doing that. This is called damage control, darling.” The villain leaned over and the hero could feel their soft breath on the hero’s neck. “I hope you like it.”

“Curse you,” the hero whispered. Instinctively, they cupped the villain’s jaw and pulled them close enough for their cheeks to touch. “You know what this does to me.”

“Poor hero,” they mused. The villain’s hand travelled down to the hero’s knee. “Tell me, dear. Is my heart beating fast?”

They took the hero’s hand and pressed it against their own chest.

It nearly broke the hero. Desiring someone was one thing. Being subdued to their own nature was humbling and embarrassing. It was something that plagued them regularly.

But being desired? Someone feeling the same things they did? Someone who was willing to treat them this well…?

The hero swallowed.

A while ago, some people they had trusted had treated them like an animal. They’d been imprisoned for being a vampire. Those people had promised them to keep others safe from them but it had been raw torture. And now, the villain let them walk around freely. They gave them delicious food and tasty drinks.

They spoiled them.

“Can you feel it? Can you tell how fast my heart is beating?” the villain asked. Their voice was deeper now, more alluring.

“You…”

“You want to bite, don’t you? Sink your teeth into my neck and suck…”

“I shouldn’t—”

“Why not?” the villain asked. Gently, they grabbed the hero’s hips and pulled them towards them until the hero was sitting on the villain’s lap. In response, the hero gasped softly and held onto the villain’s clothing. “Hm?”

“…I shouldn’t even like you in the first place. We are enemies.”

“And yet, you asked me to take care of you.”

“…maybe.” The hero closed their eyes. The villain’s heart was beating fast but it wasn’t only desire. They were nervous.

The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was nervous because of them or something else.

“I trust you,” the hero said. “I believe that you will make the right choices when it comes to me. I can’t explain it but…you can deal with me. You can handle me. You know what I need. And that is kind of scary.”

Despite the villain’s endless advances towards the hero, they had never forced the hero to do anything. They always let the hero make the first move.

“It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to me when you’re…in this state,” the villain said. “I will not—”

“That’s the problem. It doesn’t stop once this phase is over. It never really stops.” The hero’s ears were burning and they could feel the villain’s heartbeat increase quickly.

“We should get some band aids for my neck then,” the villain said.

The hero couldn’t tell who was more excited.

[purplehrts7]

Losing Control ( A Carlisle Cullen x BOC Story (Chapter 1: The Meeting)

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the campus of Southern University. Students were scattered across the quad, some lounging on the grass with textbooks, others hurrying to their next class. Among them was Zuri, a 19-year-old English major with a passion for literature that was only matched by her curiosity about the world. Walking beside her was her best friend, Savani, who had a knack for making even the most mundane days exciting.

"Seriously, Zuri, how can you be this calm about today?" Savani teased, nudging Zuri's arm. "You're about to meet *the* Dr. Cullen. He's practically a legend!"

Zuri shrugged, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "He's just a doctor, Savani. And I'm an English major, remember? I'm not even in his seminar."

"Yeah, but you have to admit, the man is hot. I'm tempted to fake being pre-med just to get a chance to be in the same room with him." Savani grinned, tossing her braids over her shoulder with a playful flick.

Zuri rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Savani's antics never failed to amuse her. "I'm sure you're not the only one thinking that. But let's not get lost in daydreams. We've got ten minutes to get to class, and you know Professor Andrews hates tardiness."

They rounded a corner, the old brick buildings of the university towering above them. Zuri was lost in thought about the paper she needed to finish when she suddenly collided with something—or rather, someone. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back, only to be steadied by a pair of strong hands.

"I'm terribly sorry," a deep, smooth voice said. Zuri looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she met the gaze of a tall, strikingly handsome man. His golden eyes held a warmth she hadn't expected, and his presence seemed to command the air around him.

"It's—it's okay," Zuri stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She quickly stepped back, realizing she had been holding her breath. Savani, ever the bold one, immediately jumped in.

"No harm done! You're Dr. Cullen, right? The new professor everyone's been talking about?"

Carlisle Cullen offered a polite smile, inclining his head slightly. "Yes, that would be me. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit turned around. This campus is larger than I anticipated. I'm looking for Lecture Hall C."

Zuri blinked, still trying to process how she had literally run into one of the most talked-about professors on campus. Savani, however, was already in full flirtation mode.

"Lecture Hall C? You're in luck because we were just heading that way," Savani said with a wink. "We can show you around if you'd like."

Carlisle smiled graciously, though there was a subtle tension in his expression that Zuri couldn't quite place. "That would be very kind of you, thank you."

As they walked, Zuri noticed the strange way the doctor looked in her direction, and0b. L her heart skipped a beat. It was unnerving, yet oddly thrilling.

"So, Dr. Cullen," Savani began, her voice dripping with playful charm, "I hear you're quite the expert in your field. What made you decide to leave Forks and come all the way to Georgia?"

Carlisle glanced at Savani, his smile polite, but Zuri caught the brief flicker of something in his eyes when they shifted to her.

"I've always believed in the importance of sharing knowledge, especially with young minds eager to make a difference in the world. This opportunity seemed like the perfect way to do that."

Savani leaned a little closer to him as they walked, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Well, you're certainly going to make an impression here. A lot of students are already talking about you."

Zuri bit her lip to keep from laughing. Savani was laying it on thick, and she could see that while Carlisle was polite, he wasn't exactly taking the bait. But then, something unexpected happened. Carlisle's eyes met Zuri's again, and she felt a strange pull, like something deep inside her was responding to him in a way she couldn't understand. Carlisle, on the other hand, was struggling with something far more intense. The moment Zuri had collided with him, something inside him had shifted. His body had reacted—his heart, long thought still, had given a single, potent thump. It wasn't just an attraction. It was more primal, more profound. His blood felt like it was rushing in his veins, a sensation he hadn't experienced in centuries. He was a doctor, a man of science, well, a vampire actually... a husband and father. And yet, he couldn't deny how every fiber of his being was screaming at him for this young woman he'd just barely met a few minutes earlier. Zuri, with eyes big and brown and bright, seemed to pierce through his very soul, shedding light on the deepest, darkest, coldest parts he tried hard to push down. He felt vulnerable under her gaze and yet he wanted her to only look at him.

"I... I believe we're here," Carlisle said, his voice slightly strained as he forced his attention back to their surroundings. They had arrived at the entrance to Lecture Hall C.

"Right on time," Zuri said, trying to sound casual, though her heart was still racing. "Well, Dr. Cullen, I guess this is where we part ways."

"Yes, thank you both for your help." Carlisle's gaze lingered on Zuri a moment longer, a silent question in his eyes that he couldn't answer just yet. " I don't think I ever got a name, though."

"Savani Mikellson and Zuri Anders." Savani answered, flashing him one last flirtatious smile. "And if you ever need anything else—directions or otherwise—you can find us in Lecture Hall B, room 302."

Carlisle nodded politely, but as he turned to enter the lecture hall, his thoughts were far from focused on his upcoming class. Zuri Anders ... What had fate just dropped into his path?

Zuri and Savani watched as he disappeared into the building, and then Savani let out a low whistle. "Well, that was... something. Did you see the way he kept looking at you? I think someone's got a crush."

Zuri shook her head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in her chest. "He was just being nice, Savani. Nothing more." But even as she said it, she knew she didn't quite believe it. There had been something in his eyes. Something she couldn't quite put into words.

"Come on, we're going to be late," Zuri said, trying to shake off the strange feeling as she tugged Savani along.

[whimsywriter7]

The Edge of His Mercy (His P.O.V)

Synopsis:

In the suffocating darkness of the city, a vampire stalks his obsession. Driven by an insatiable hunger, he slips into her apartment undetected, his fangs aching for her blood. As he toys with the line between predator and lover, she remains entranced, her fear and desire tangled. Despite the primal urge to devour her, something holds him back--leaving them both suspended in a dangerous game of restraint and longing.

Pairing: Vampire x Human

The night suffocated the city, its air thick and heavy, pregnant with the scent of rain and decay. It clung to the streets like a shroud, blanketing the world in darkness—my kind of darkness. I moved through it easily, silently, the shadows wrapping around me like a lover. Every step I took toward her building was another deliberate inch closer to my hunger, a hunger that had been gnawing at me for far too long.

I knew she was there. Before I even entered, her cent coiled through the air like a slow, sweet poison—hers was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. There was a warmth to it, a richness that promised more that just the sustenance of her blood. It was alive, vibrating with the pulse of her fear…her longing. And it was driving me mad.

I could have taken her at any time. It would be so simple—to simple, really. I had done it countless times to others: slipped into their lives unnoticed, bled them dry, and left their hollow shells behind. But her? She was different. There was something in her defiance, her refusal to fear me in the way she should that kept me coming back, night after night, feeding on her in a way I never did with my true victims.

She was my obsession.

I slipped into her apartment like a shadow sliding though the cracks in the door, unseen and unheard. She stood by the window, bathed in the dim, silvery light of the moon, oblivious to the danger creeping closer. Her neck was exposed, the soft skin of her throat almost glowing in the pale light and my fangs throbbed with the thought of tearing into it. I could hear her heat beating—a steady, soft rhythm that drew me closer like a predator to its prey.

No. Not like. Exactly that.

I hovered in the darkness for a moment longer, watching her, savoring the moment before I revealed myself. It was always like this—the hunt, the anticipation, the subtle tightening of my instincts as I prepared to strike. I loved seeing her before she knew I was there, loved feeling the power it gave me. She was oblivious to the danger at her back, the death that loomed over her.

Until I wanted her to know.

“You’re waiting for me,” I said, my voice slicing through the silence, low and deliberate.

She didn’t move at first but I saw the way he spine straightened, the way her shoulders tensed in response. She was trying so hard to remain composed, as if she hadn’t been expecting me. As if she didn’t crave this dangerous game as much as I did.

“Not exactly,” she replied, her voice betraying only the slightest tremor.

She lied to me. To herself. I could smell the lie. It stank of fear and something darker, something sweeter.

I moved toward her slowly, feeling the hunger stir inside me, twisting and knotting itself into something almost painful. I could hear her pulse quicken, a staccato beat against the silence of the room. It called to me—begged for me. Every drop of blood beneath that fragile skin screamed for me to take it.And dear god, did I want to.

Her hair shifted slightly as I came close enough to touch her and I couldn’t stop myself. I brushed the strands away, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. The skin was so soft, so pale, and I could almost see the pulse flickering beneath the surface, teasing me.

It would be so easy.

My fingers hovered over her skin for just a moment, feeling the heat of her body radiating toward me like a siren’s call. I wanted to tear into her, to sink my teeth into that delicate flesh, to feel her blood flood my mouth, warm and rich and full of life. I could already taste it, that metallic tang, that sweetness that no other blood ever possessed.

But instead, I let my finger;s barely graze her shoulder and she shuddered under the touch. She knew the danger she was in, know that I could end her like in a heartbeat, but she stood there, frozen, allowing me to take my time.

“I don’t understand why you stay,” I whispered, my lips brushing the soft shell of her ear, close enough to feel the tremble in hr body. “You could run. You should run.”

She exhaled sharply. I could hear the train in her voice, as if she was holding herself together by a thread. “I don’t run.”

Her voice was stringer now, but I could sense the crack beneath it. She wanted to seem brave, but deep down, she knew the truth. She wasn’t brave—she was reckless. She didn’t run because she was fascinated by her own destruction. I had seen it in her eyes many times, that dark pull that kept her coming back. She was drawn to the abyss, and I was the one waiting at the bottom.

I moved around her, slowly, like a lion circling its prey, studying the way she stood still, how she trembled ever so slightly. Her pulse hammered wildly, faster now, erratic, and the hunger inside me roared louder, demanding that I stop playing this game and take her now. Take her blood. Take her life.

She watched me as I circled, her gaze meeting mine when I finally came to stand in front of her. Her eyes were wide, filled with something between fear and curiosity, a dangerous mixture that made my control slip a little more.

“You should run.” I repeated, this time with a growl just beneath the surface. I lifted her wrist to my chest, pressing her had against me. “You’re not safe with me. Not tonight.”

She stared up at me, breathing too fast, her pupils dilated. She should’ve been terrified. She should’ve bolted for the door, screamed, anything. She didn’t. Instead, she whispered, “Do you want me to run?”

I clenched my jaw, forcing back the snarl that rose in my throat. What I wanted was her blood in my mouth, her warmth spilling out of her veins and into me, to fill the empty darkness inside me. “No,” I said, my voice rougher now, edged with barely contained violence. “I don’t.”

I yanked her closer, her body crashing against mine, her warmth flooding into me, and for a second, I felt alive. She gasped, her breath hot against my neck, and I could hear the frantic thudding of her heart, the wildness of it. It was pounding in my skull, mixing with the thunderous roar of my hunger.

I could hear nothing but her blood.

My lips brushed her throat, feeling the pulse beneath, the fragile, thin layer of skin that held her life inside. I let my fangs scrape over it, just enough to make her shudder again, to let her feel how close she was to death. I could tear through that skin in a heartbeat. I could have her blood pouring down my throat in seconds.

And she wouldn’t even try to stop me.

Her head tilted back, exposing more of her neck, and my fangs throbbed with the ache to take her, to rip into that exposed flesh and drink until she was empty, until her body went cold in my arms. I wanted it. I needed it.

But something inside me held back.

Instead, I pressed my lips to her throat, letting my fangs hover, lingering over her pulse point without breaking the skin. The pressure of my mouth against her skin was enough to keep her trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the gnawing, ravenous hunger inside me.

I could feel her fingers gripping my shoulders, her body pressed tight against mine, the line between fear and desire blurred into something twisted. I loved it. Loved knowing that she was scared but wanted more, that her body betrayed her mind.

“You trust me too much,” I whispered against her skin, my breath cold against the warmth of her flesh.

“I trust you enough,” she replied, her voice weak, trembling with the same tension that was coursing through my veins. It was a lie. We both knew it.

I dragged my fangs against her throat again, this time harder, letting her feel the sharpness of them, letting her know just how close she was to having them sink in. I could practically taste her already, the phantom sensation of her blood in my mouth driving me mad.

But I didn’t bite. Not yet.

“I could tear you apart,” I said, pulling back to look into her eyes, my voice dark and filled with a promise of violence.

Her breath hitched, and she nodded, her lips parted as she tried to speak. “I know.”

I stared at her, wondering if this was the night I’d finally do it. If this would be the night I stopped pretending, stopped holding back, and let the monster inside me have what it wanted. What I wanted.

But I didn’t.

I leaned in, pressing one last kiss to her throat, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath my lips, knowing how easily I could destroy her, how easily I could end her life. But instead, I stepped back, letting her go, my fangs still aching, my hunger still gnawing at my stomach.

[rosewritesstoof]

My Life With my Vampire SO — Sleep Tight (Bite Bite)

Having a partner who is also a vampire is a… unique experience, to say the least.

Now don’t get me wrong — I love ‘em to the moon and back. I’m forever thankful they came into my life and decided to stay. Just imagining going about my days without them beside me is something I rarely entertain. But, just like with any relationship, there are gonna be some… things you gotta get used to.

One of said things sometimes occurs when we’re sleeping. Now, contrary to popular belief, vampires do not sleep in coffins. I know, shocker. It’s a commonly held stereotype about them based on the aesthetics of old generation vampires. Well, my partner did have this goth phase, but that’s their story to tell.

Anyway, as such, they usually sleep in a bed. Specifically, our bed. They used to have their own room with their own bed, back when we first moved in together, but you can imagine why that quickly changed.

Now, I love sleeping next to my partner. One of my favorite things to experience is waking up next to them in the morning. If I could live through one moment from our time together for the rest of my life, I think I’d choose that. The thing is, my partner likes to move in their sleep. Sometimes, it’s your average stuff, like flipping over, spreading their arms and legs, that kind of stuff. And sometimes…

Well, take the first time, for example. We went to bed, as normal, no problems. However, I wake up at some point — it’s still dark — to this prickly sensation on my left arm. I’m groggy, since I just woke up, so it takes me a bit to fully realize where I am and what’s going on. I look down at my partner and, uhhh…

Yeah, they’re, uh, they’re nibbling on my arm. They’re still clearly asleep, eyes closed and all that, but I guess they’re either hungry or eating in their dream, ‘cause they are just nomming down on it. Not enough to break the skin, thankfully. And I’ve gotta admit, they look so cute — holding my arm in their hands, their face almost pressed into my skin, making these slow mumbly sounds. However, the feel of their fangs poking my skin is not the most pleasant sensation. And I kinda want to go back to bed and all, so that ultimately means waking them up.

“Honey?” I asked, gently patting their head to try and rouse them from their slumber, “Sweetie? Love of my life? My cutie pato—”

I think my partner has a sixth sense for overly mushy pet names, even when they’re asleep. The mumbles turn to grumbles, and eventually their eyes flutter open to look at me.

“What?” they asked, irritated. Well, I’m 95% sure that’s what they said, since their mouth is still full. They seem to realize the situation too, and quickly unlatch themselves from my flesh.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” They whisper-shout, covering their eyes with their hands. It’s something they do when they’re embarrassed, like they can’t bear to look at the source of their embarrassment. It’s the cutest thing ever.

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” I assure them, gently prying their hands from their face to hold them in my own. “Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?”

They pout at me, worry swimming in their eyes. “What if I bite you again?”

I think about it, then begin shifting down, bringing them with me, until we’re lying face to face. I caress their hair, guiding their head until it’s resting on my chest.

“Well, there’s no threat of nomming this way, right?” I ask, raising my eyebrow and grinning down at them, even though they can’t see.

My partner makes an unsure sound, but eventually relaxes into me, breathing deeply. I knew they couldn’t resist the sound of my heartbeat; it always works to calm them down.

We fall asleep like that, and don’t experience any more problems for the rest of the night.

And yeah, that’s how I usually work things out whenever my partner gets a little toothy at night. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s an easy fix. And it’s something I’m willing to go through, deal with every time, because I love them.

Loving another person isn’t always easy. I know there’s gonna be ups and downs in our relationship — it’s normal, and hell if we don’t have our fair share. Sometimes the issues can be solved quickly and neatly, like with my partner’s sleep-nomming. Other issues… well, they aren’t so easy to fix, and it can take awhile for things to truly settle down. I know all that, and I knew it when I accepted I was in love with my partner and wanted to be with them for the rest of my life.

But I guess that’s the magical thing about love, huh? You’re willing to go through anything, do anything — even if it’s hell, even if it would normally be impossible, even if it could hurt or straight up kill you. All so that you can sleep next to them. Wake up next to them. Hold their hands when they try to hide. Wake them up when they’re going to town on your arm in their sleep.

Maybe it’s less magical, and more scary, now that I think about it. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bl00dycham0mile]

anons/dms open for one shots today, for a few hours! here are some things i enjoy writing about. just shoot me ideas! i am okay with writing larry, harryxreader, steddie, mungrove, eddiexreader, gender doesn't matter, just lemme know which pronouns to use.

• vampirexhuman

• dom!harry/sub!harry

• angst

• bad boy!harryxinnocent Louis/reader

• stoner!harry/univeristy AU/college prof

etc!

[beevean]

Lenector: the one vampireXhuman ship that has you thinking twice about wether or not it really is better than Twilight

Ohhhh boy.

Edward may have done shit like dismantling the engine of Bella's truck to not let her go to her friend, but. uh. he didn't enslave her? godfucking damnit how did i end up defending edward cullen of all characters

Nah, if you remove the vampire angle, Lenector's closest equivalent is Ana/Christian from 50SOG. There's even the horrible misuse of BDSM and the people who actually thought the series was the peak of sexiness :)

[save-the-villainous-cat]

MORE SUBMISSIVE VAMPIRE MEN PLEASE ‼️‼️

When the villain walked in, they didn’t know what demanded more attention: the hero decaying on the couch or the scary amount of bottles of blood around him.

“You called?” they asked him and walked around the couch. Calculating in their head, they came to the conclusion that at least five people would be dead by now if those bottles full of blood were the result of his killing.

“Yeah…”

However, they also suspected that those were donations. He would never kill anyone.

“Doesn’t seem like you need my help, though,” the villain said. Nevertheless, they took off their jacket.

“This blood tastes like shit,” the hero said. “Been trying to get used to the taste for a week now. Maybe I’m getting sick or something.”

“Is that even possible?” the villain asked. They took off their shoes.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Maybe you just missed me,” the villain said and before he could say anything, they sat down on his hips, making his eyes squeeze shut when they moved.

“Maybe…” he mumbled. He cursed quietly but eventually, his hands found the villain’s waist. “God, I hate you.”

The villain smiled, excited to make this more interesting.

“You’re not a very good liar.” They went through his hair a couple of times and tried to be gentle.

“Ugh, gimme a break. I’m trying.”

“What’s this about?” the villain asked. Their lips were on his neck instantly, kissing cold skin as softly as possible.

They knew this wasn’t the kind of relationship that they wanted. They knew this wasn’t supposed to be including feelings. But they couldn’t help it.

Admittedly, the villain had pushed their feelings away for months now, had tried to ignore the hero and his kind demeanour. His sweet laugh and his soft fingers.

It hadn’t been easy. It hadn’t been fun.

And when they had accidentally hooked up one time, the villain had almost freaked out, fearing the coming days of awkwardness. However, he had never made them feel that way.

One hook up had turned into two, two had turned into four and now the villain searched for every excuse to visit him.

But it didn’t give them the satisfaction they craved.

“Why’d you call me?” the villain asked.

“…had a bad day at work,” he said. His fingers ran along the villain’s spine but his eyes seemed absent. “Needed to see you.”

“Poor boy,” the villain murmured. This time, they kissed him on the lips, still gentle, even though he seemed to want a little more.

“Work wasn’t even that bad, maybe I’m just having a bad week? I can’t tell.”

“When did this start?” they asked. The villain sat up on the hero’s hips and watched him carefully. “Do you need me to get you more blood? Any preference? Want me to kill people with a specific blood type?”

“Nonono,” he said. His eyes were half-lidded and the villain shifted their hips a little more to stir him up. Immediately, the hero grabbed their waist. “You evil little—”

His eyes widened.

“When did this start?” they asked, slightly amused at the hero’s fingers digging through the layers of clothes the villain had on.

“After you kissed me for the first time, I think.”

“Oh, was it that bad?”

“No, it’s…I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about having you.” The villain raised an eyebrow. “Please, just kiss me again.”

“What was that?” The villain’s lips curled into a smile. Their hand found the hero’s jawline, forcing him to look at them.

“Please kiss me,” he repeated. He bit his bottom lip nervously and it showed off his little fangs. It was adorable.

“Is that all you want?” the villain asked, leaning over him. They were cruelly close, lips nearly touching.

“Oh, come on…” His eyes dropped to the villain’s lips, to their neck.

“What else?” the villain asked.

“Can I bite you? Please? I will be gentle, I promise. You just taste so…fucking good.”

“Go on, what else?” The villain’s hand found his neck. They didn’t squeeze.

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“…a little.” The villain laughed softly. There were so many ways to say “sleep with me” and yet, the hero was still too nervous to say it.

“C’mon. Compared to you, I don’t bite. Unless you ask me, that is. So…tell me what you want.”

“Please be mine,” he said. “Be mine forever.”

The villain froze.

They had not expected that.

[tell-me-im-your-favorite]

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Justin

Clematine

Book: How to sell your blood and fall in love

Series: Guides for dating vampires

Author: D. N. Bryn

Place: Amazon

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Dude I don't even know WHERE to start!

1.) I realted S O much to Lemy. His needing and wanting to really understand and get to know his partner. Like I FELT that in my soul. I related to so many of his other characteristics so I think this round he was my favorite character. I also absolutely adored how he didn't give up on Justin and kept coming back.

2.) As soon as I saw the username "Wageryou1" I was like thats my boi right there. He's talking to my boi 😭

3.) I JUST WANNA GIVE JUSTIN A B I G HUG AND SOMETHING TO HELP HIM HEAL....I also totally thought he was riding like an old man scooter all hunched over I felt so bad conjuring that up in my head 😭

4.) I K N E W IT!!!!! When Andres gave Clemy his card I was like this could be a GREAT 3rd book story ya know and BAM 3RD BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END AND I WAS R I G H T!

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[katistheauthor]

OPEN VAMPIRE ROLEPLAY

Hello! I'm looking for someone to RP with me on Discord. This RP is a modern fantasy vampirexhuman roleplay that will involved enemies to lovers, blood drinking, and other classic vampire things. I'd love to see what we can create in this world together!! KrIsntHereAnymore#3828

Kamari could still feel their teeth in her neck as they drank from her. She could feel the agonizing pull as they fed from her. She runs as fast as she can, not looking back. There were two vampires and all she had was a switchblade. She’d been a fool to attend the party thrown by the family up the mountain. Everyone knew who they were, that the family were vampires, and that even if they were quote-unquote vegan, their friends were not. That had occurred to her all too late, after she was heading back down the hill towards town. Two of the family friends from out of town had followed her. She couldn’t even fight them as they pinned her to the ground and toyed with her before they bit deep into her neck. Her vision blurs and she stumbles, sobbing as she tries and fails to get back to her feet. She can’t. She feels weak and dizzy and strangely disconnected from herself. Her vision goes dark as her consciousness does.

Kamari wakes up in a dark room, only faint traces of sunlight beaming through blackout curtains that must've been blocking the windows. She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't really want to know. The last thing she knew is that she was bitten, running, and then blacked out. Now? She had no idea. "Hello?" She asks loudly, though her voice is a bit broken, and there's pressure on her neck. She reaches a hand up and feels... a bandage? Someone had bandaged her neck. She hears a shuffle, then sees the silhouette of a figure as they step out of the shadows. She can tell automatically that it's a vampire.

[thegettingbyp2]

Just letting you know that the reader will most likely be human for these fics simply because I'm an absolute SUCKER for the vampirexhuman trope!!

I'm now taking requests for Edward Cullen and Jasper Hale if anyone has any requests!!!

[innocenceinyourarms]

Some more fiction

Perhaps it’s a stretch, but I typed this out from the prompt that @lestatdelioncoeur gave a bunch of us. The one about the window.

This draft was sitting in my notebook for a couple days, but I revisited last night. Its still a little rough around the edges, but I think it’s worth giving y’all a peek.

I’ve called it “Some words we shared one night”, It is written from the perspective of Penelope in the present day.

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“I do believe that I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved,” Ezra said into the darkness, his voice so quiet yet there was none of the horse strain that I associated with his whispers. I almost didn’t even think he had truly said anything until he continued, the words kind of melting together as he slurred  “You know, Someone said that to me once. I didn’t believe them then, but I do think now that they’re right.” 

“Who did?” I rolled onto my right side, towards his voice. In the blackness, I fumbled to find him, his waist, any part to touch and reassure that I was here. His left hand met mine. He was freezing, no doubt hungry. My Poor baby, let me help you. For a moment, there was a flash of a scenero. He takes me up in his arms and purrs against my throat, kissing and nuzzling tenderly as he always does before finding his favorite spot just above my clavicle and then…

“Katie” another woman’s name fell out of Ezra’s mouth. 

“Katie?!” I couldn’t hide the tinge of disgust that colored the name. 

“Yes, my maker, you know” Ezra didn’t seem to detect anything strange about my tone. The benefits of having ingested half a bottle of pure ethanol. I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You’re drunk,” I say. 

“Yes,” 

I laugh even harder, which makes him start to laugh, too. It’s not long before the two of us are barking like sea lions, tears stream from my cheeks as I shout “It’s not that funny, it’s not that funny,” between the lulls of hilarity, which only serves to get us giggling like idiots again. 

After the laughs have died away, I roll onto my left side. My heart is still pounding from the excitement, but it’s time to settle down. Time to sleep. I look up, my eyes intently focused on the window that I can’t see, but I know is there. I imagine the piece of pressboard covering it. Thick, large, and taking up a huge chunk of the wall, it was drilled into the cinder blocks with far, far too many long, black screws. 

I find myself remembering a conversation. The one we shared the night he showed me his sleeping arrangements:

“Go on, inspect my work,” Playfulness mingled with the modest pride coloring his voice. 

I stood on the edge of his bed on tiptoe, walking my fingertips along the screws as I fingered them, counting in my head One, two, three… I couldn’t help but wonder about the logistics of how he managed to do it. I’m a head taller than him, and it still took some effort on my part to reach the highest point on the board. All the while, he stood below, offering his outstretched hand to me, though I didn’t need it. 

“You sure are thorough,” I said at last

“Did I do it wrong?” He was wearing a look on his face that I’d only seen on guilty basset hounds wear. So I said:

“Well, Like my momma always told me: There’s no kill like overkill” 

The comment elicited a dark little chuckle. 

“Come down,” he said “ I don’t want to see you get hurt,” 

I told him I was going to paint it, so he had something nice to look at, but that was weeks ago. I still had no idea what he might like, or if I could even make something worth looking at in the first place. I never was the artistic type. Not that way. 

Just then, I felt Ezra’s cool arm snake around my waist, finding the dip where I'm at my narrowest with no effort. Muscle memory I smirked.

 He scooted closer to me, so close that our heads were sharing the same pillow. I felt his breath, as cold as if I were lying just millimeters away from an air conditioning vent. It smelled like alcohol. I didn’t mind. 

I relaxed into him, easing back like he was a favorite chair, sliding down so that I came to rest on his chest. He liked to feel taller when we were like this. His heartbeat was slow, slow, slow. His breathing has an easy rhythm. He’d be asleep soon. 

I placed my hand over his, wrapping my fingers around it gently. I gave it a light squeeze. 

“But it’s true, is it not?” I could hear the sleep in his voice and had no idea what he was talking about 

“What is?” 

“About love.” 

“I’m sorry, tell me again,” 

“That I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved.” 

“Babe, I don’t know. I never met those people,” again, my voice betrayed me. There was a clear annoyance expressed that I immediately wished to take back the second it left my mouth.

“Oh… Right” It was like listening to someone letting the helium out of a balloon. “And I suppose you never will,” 

What am I supposed to say? My mouth felt terribly dry all of a sudden. 

“I’m sorry” were the only words I could find 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, heart.”

No more words were spoken after that. 

We just lay there in the pitch dark, holding each other, our breaths coming and going in tandem. Slow, easy. I was cold, and yet still my cheeks burned. 

 I don’t know which of us fell asleep first.

[love-and-monsters]

Vampire Transformation

M monster X GN reader, 3045 words.

You’ve been experiencing some strange changes in your behavior recently. Can this strange man really make sense of it for you?

You opened your eyes and stared up at the ceiling. For the past few nights, you had been completely unable to sleep.

Nothing had worked. You’d never had any problems with insomnia before. If anything, you’d had the opposite problem; getting out of bed in the morning had been a nightmare. You’d blacked out almost the instant your head had hit the pillow and you’d stayed that way until your alarm went off in the morning.

But in the past week, you’d grown restless the instant the sun vanished from the sky. It was like the sun going down flipped a switch in your body and you were wired. Not only were you not tired, but you were borderline restless. Lying in bed was tantamount to torture- minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness and the energy buzzing inside you made it feel like your skin was crawling.

Every night, the restless feelings got worse until, driven by some odd instinct, you left the house and headed out into the night.

Luckily, you lived in a fairly large city, and in a decent part of it. People wandered the streets at all hours of the night and day, which mean that you were completely inconspicuous. Driven by some odd instinct, you just meandered through the streets, waiting until morning so you could actually collapse.

“Good hunting.” You whirled around. A man was standing uncomfortably close to you. How he’d gotten there without you noticing, you had no idea. But he was there and he fell into step next to you as if you’d invited him to do so. “Didn’t realize there were any others on this turf. You’ll want to stake your claim if you don’t want anyone encroaching.”

You stared at him. Was he in a gang? He was wearing a white button-down and black dress pants with a dark jacket slung over his shoulder, which wasn’t what you considered gang style. He was also incredibly pale, almost glowing in the dark, and quite slender. Nothing about him struck you as a gangbanger. But you couldn’t think about anything else he could be referring to.

“I think you have the wrong person,” you said as carefully as you could manage. The man lifted an eyebrow at you, clearly disbelieving. He seemed to be waiting for you to suddenly go ‘Just kidding!’ When you didn’t, and the silence stretched on, the faint smile he’d been sporting slipped from his face and he gave you a more piercing look.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” he said. His voice was softer, and there was a note in it that vacillated between amused and horrified.

“Uh. No,” you said. “Look, I think you have the wrong person. I-”

The man burst out into deep, chesty laughter, even throwing his head back. “I do not,” he said. “But I think I may be a little premature in my questioning. I’ll have to wait a little bit. Until I see you again.”

He didn’t so much vanish as he simply melted away into the night. One moment he was there, the next he’d just simply faded into the shadows and he was gone.

You blinked and swung your gaze back and forth, wondering if he would suddenly pop out of the shadows again. He didn’t return after a few minutes and the buzzing energy inside you prompted you to keep moving. You trotted along the streets.

The instant the sky started to lighten, the switch inside you that had been driving you to move an be outside flipped back the other way. You’d already wandered back to the area your apartment was in, but you still had to practically drag yourself up the stairs and into your bed. The instant your head struck the pillow, you were out.

You were out for nearly two hours before you managed to claw your way back to wakefulness. You only just managed to write out an email to your professor, telling her you weren’t going to be in class that day, before sleep sucked you back down.

You knew it was night when you woke up because your mind was sharp, no longer fogged with sleep. Not only were you focused, but you were hungry. Not a normal hunger, but something that was sharp and painful. It felt like there were shards of glass inside you cutting your stomach to shreds. It was the worst hunger pangs you’d ever experienced.

For a few minutes, you fumbled through your refrigerator, but there was nothing inside that appealed to you. You tried a few bites of your usual favorites, even digging up the pint of ice cream you’d been saving from your freezer. None of it was appealing. Your stomach, ravaged by hunger as it was, turned when you tried to eat a carrot.

The energy of the night was burning through you again and you staggered outside. The urgent need to move, to patrol, blazed in you almost stronger than your hunger.Something was wrong with your head. It was getting harder and harder to focus. It felt like the moments before you fell asleep- your consciousness blinking in and out. You weren’t going unconscious, but it was like your higher thinking was just fading away for a moment, so you were only a bundle of instincts.

You were so hungry. You were starving. Drool welled in your mouth. Food. Eat.

Something delicious wafted near you on the air. It was rich and savory and wonderful. Your conscious mind flickered for one moment, then blinked out. Instinct ruled your mind. You half vanished into the shadows of an alleyway and crouched.

The scent passed by you and you lunged. Your hands landed around his throat and closed with almost crushing strength. He couldn’t make a sound as you pulled him back, slammed him to the ground and plunged your teeth into him.

Thick, coppery liquid welled in your mouth. It was delicious, like biting into the best steak you’d ever had. It filled and soothed the awful pain in your stomach. Little whimpers welled in your throat as you drank and drank.

“I did think I’d find you here.” Someone tapped your shoulder with a foot. “Come on, let him go. You’ve terrified the poor man.”

You released him, spinning to snarl at the intruder. Some distant part of your mind recognized him as the person who had spoken to you the night before. The rest of you recognized him as an enemy. You bared your teeth and a terrible snarl rippled out through your chest.

The man chuckled. “Ooh, scary. Come on, get up.” He tapped you again with the toe of his shoe. You twisted back to look at the enemy and your prey scrambled out from underneath you. “Sorry about her. She’s a newbie, you know. Always hard training the new recruits, you know?”

The man made a motion to bolt out of the alley, managed to get to his feet, then swayed and collapsed. “Blood loss. Poor guy. He’ll be fine, probably. As for you…” The man rounded on you. You gave another deep snarl, making it as threatening as you could. “Look, you’re not as threatening as you’re trying to be by half. Chill.”

He crouched in front of you. His eyes roved over you for a moment. “You’re only about halfway through this, and it’ll get worse before it gets better. Calm down.”

There was a sensation like your mind was being turned inside out and you were suddenly very aware that you were crouched in an alleyway, human blood dribbling down your chin, the collapsed body of a human you’d tried to eat lying behind you.

“Oh my god.” Your voice was high and thin, almost on the edge of breaking. “Oh my god. What the fuck is happening to me?”

“There you go!” The man clapped a hand on your shoulder. “You’re back. Now let’s get the hell out of here. That guy’s gonna wake up and we’re not going to want to be around when he does.”

You were in such a state of shock that you simply allowed him to pull you to your feet and tug you down the street. Blood was still sticky on your chin, but the way he swept his arms around you and held a hand up close to your mouth made it look like he was trying to protect a bleeding cut. It at least seemed to quell any suspicions.

The man hauled you off to a small apartment tucked into a little alcove. It was shabby on the inside, full of the musty smell of dust and with moth-eaten furniture. The man seated you on a couch and fetched a damp cloth. “Wipe your face off. When you eat in the future, don’t dribble it all over your chin. It’s wasteful and really gross.”

You mopped at your face, wiping away the sticky trails of blood. You couldn’t stop shaking. “What is happening to me?”

The man grinned, revealing long, slightly curved fangs that nearly touched his lower lip. “You’ve becoming a vampire. Didn’t you guess that already?”

“I can’t be,” you said flatly. “I’ve never been attacked.”

“Misconception.” The man turned and started to rummage in his small refrigerator. “I mean, not a total misconception. It’s kind of right. Most humans that are turned are bitten. Just not all of them.” He emerged from the refrigerator holding a bottle, the sort people used at the gym for carrying protein shakes. It was full of a thick, pinkish liquid. He thrust it at you.

“What is that?” you asked. You took it cautiously and sniffed at it. It smelled sweet. “Is it blood?”

The man rolled his eyes. “No. It’s a smoothie.” You gave him a skeptical look. Was that sarcasm or something? “I’m not kidding. Just drink.”

You took a sip. It was incredibly thick and berry flavored, though you couldn’t make out any individual fruits. Something about the sugar cleared the remaining clouds in your head. “Vampires drink smoothies?”

The man gave a short, sharp bark of laughter. “No. Not exactly. You’re not really a vampire yet. I don’t know why, but fruit smoothies can soothe the edge of the bloodlust for a little bit. Something about the sugar content or something, I don’t know. Milkshakes are pretty good too.”

“I’m not a vampire? But you just said I was,” you said uncertainly. The man shrugged.

“I said you were turning into a vampire, not that you’re one right now. Name’s Marcus, by the way. I, if you haven’t already guessed, am a full vampire.”

You took another slurp of your smoothie. “But I didn’t get bit by anyone?”

“No. See, vampires don’t just reproduce by biting. We can also reproduce. And sometimes, we reproduce with humans. Usually, it’s not a big deal. Have a little half vampire, usually they grow into a big full vampire and join their parent as a creature of the night. But sometimes, little half vampire looses their vampire traits when they get older. Instead of going with their vampire parent, they grow up as a human. Probably marry a human and have a bunch of little human kids. And then those little human kids grow up and have more human kids, so on and so forth. But the vampire DNA keeps getting passed on and sometimes, if there’s enough of a push, the vampire traits can emerge.”

You pulled the pieces together. “I have a vampire in my family tree?”

“More than one, probably. It’s more common to have that side emerge if there’s a push from both sides of the family. It’s a genetic hiccup, or a throwback. For whatever reason, you have enough vampire in you for that bit to assert itself. By the end of the week, you’ll be a full vampire.”

You stared at him, swallowing hard. “In a week.”

“Yes. Roughly.” Marcus sat forward a little in his seat and gave you a smile. It was clearly intended to be friendly, but the enormous canines just didn’t allow it. “And I am going to help you.”

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, but within two days, you were patrolling the city with Marcus. The smoothies were no longer taking the edge off your bloodlust and Marcus, after teaching you as much vampire lore as you could stand, decided that practical learning was also important.

“This is my territory,” he said, trotting down a street. “It covers five city blocks, which isn’t the biggest territory, but there’s a lot of competition in the city. But at least it has enough humans in it.”

You looked around. Marcus had kept insisting that all vampires could sense where their territory ended and another’s began, but you couldn’t sense anything. All you were really aware of was that everyone who passed you smelled really good and the electric lights were piercingly bright.

“All right?” Marcus asked. You squinted up at him. The streetlight behind him haloed his strong facial features in a shimmering light.

“It’s bright,” you complained.

“The lights? Your eyes will get a little more used to it when the changing settles down. For now, I have a pair of sunglasses somewhere.” He patted the pockets of his long coat. It swooshed around him when he moved and looked appropriately vampire-esque.

Your gums itched and prickled and mild aches suffused your body. You slumped against a wall, grimacing. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of yours stomach, and you were pretty sure that wasn’t just nerves. Something in you was changing.

“Here you go!” Marcus slid the glasses onto your face, somehow managing not to poke you in the eye. You readjusted them carefully. They were easy to see through, even at night. “Are you okay?”

You realized that, over the last few minutes, you had been leaning more and more heavily on the wall for support. Your knees felt a little like jelly. “Um. I don’t feel very well.” Your gums were pulsing and waves of alternating hot and cold flooded your body.

Marcus took hold of your shoulder and gently pushed you into an alleyway. “Sit here for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

He bolted off and you placed your head between your knees. Things seemed to be squirming under your skin. You were flushed, but chills worked their way over your body. It felt like you’d come over with a sudden and terrible bout of the flu.

Something thumped to the ground in front of you. A delicious smell wafted up to you and the pulsing in your gums sharpened to a painful throbbing.

“Drink,” Marcus said. One of his hands slid down your back and he lifted the body he’d dropped in front of you to your mouth. You lunged forward, biting into the soft flesh and gulping the blood that spilled forth.

You were much neater this time, gulping down almost every drop. After only a few delicious mouthfuls, Marcus detached you. “You’re shivering,” he said. You were, and the squirming of your innards was only getting worse.

Marcus leaned you back against the wall. “Hey, I was slightly off in my timing,” he said. His voice was pitched oddly, like he was trying to be soothing, but he was barely suppressing panic himself. “You’re making the full shift to vampire now.”

Your eyes popped open and you stared wildly at him. “What?”

Marcus ignored your obvious panic and hauled you up into his arms. Carefully, he swung you around and onto his back. “Hold on tight,” he said.

It was not easy to hold onto the back of a vampire going at full speed. Motion sickness made your head spin and you squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face into the back of his neck. His smell was stronger than you’d ever smelled it before, sort of earthy and pleasant. You found yourself breathing deeply.

With a jerk, Marcus dug his feet into the ground and came to a stop. You clung to him, startled, until his hands worked your fingers loose from around his neck.

You in the middle of a sparsely forested area. Still in the city, from what you could hear. A park, then. Marcus offered you his coat and you slipped it on. “Wanted to get you away from people, somewhere relatively quiet. You’ll be disoriented for a moment when you wake up. It’s better to be somewhere like this.”

“Wake up?” Your voice was slurred.

“You’re going to pass out. But it’ll be all right. I’ll be right here.”

You felt like you were falling asleep rapidly. A tingling numbness crept up through your legs, then your arms, crawling toward your neck. Your eyes opened once, to see Marcus smiling gently down at you. Then they fell shut and you fell into darkness.

The first thing you were aware of was the smell. It invaded your senses, permeated your brain. There were unpleasant scents far away, some appealing ones that made your mouth water, and, close by, the earthy smell of dirt and wood and, closest of all, a pleasant, slightly earthy, slightly spiced scent.

You opened your eyes. It was bright. Really bright, almost daytime bright. But you could see, beyond the trees, that the moon was still out. You ran your tongue along your teeth. Your canines were extended and they itched a little.

“Feeling okay?” You turned your head. Marcus was leaning over you, a slight grin on his face. The moonlight seemed to make his skin glow and there was something mesmerizing in his eyes. “Woah,” you said. Marcus grinned.

“I could say something similar,” he said. “Hungry?”

Your stomach twisted and you nodded. “Starving.” Marcus tugged you to your feet.

As he led you out of the park, you became more aware of the territory boundaries. You could sense them, somehow, like glowing lines along the ground. It made you a little unsettled.

“You’re not kicking me out, are you?” you asked. Marcus grinned, canines glinting.

“No. I like you too much for that,” he said. “Now, let’s go. We’ve got some hunting to do.”

Together, you ran off into the night.

[mlekonya]

“What a bothersome romance~”

A late valentines day thing I didnt wanna post sp I’m posting it now 🤷🏻

[diplotzakkaistriftatsigara]

Mozart being completely clueless in this route vol 1

[save-the-villainous-cat]

okokok how abt a wlw vampire villain x human hero. pls cat. DO IT FOR THE GIRLYS WHO ARE GIRLY FOR OTHER GIRLYS!

The blood was dripping down her fingers and even though she couldn’t help but feel relieved, her hand was shaking. It had gotten worse. She had become more violent. The last little traces of her humanity were slipping through her fingers like sand.

It was horrifying. She looked down at the bodies, three bankers in total who’d been on their way to lunch. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how she’d done it.

How she had ripped out their throats to feed on the fresh blood.

“What a mess…” she mumbled to herself as she went through her hair. Her hand was bloody. “Oh, fuck.”

“Leave the bodies to me.” The vampire turned around upon hearing her voice.

She could count herself lucky that her nemesis was beginning to fancy her. One night when she had captured the vampire, the “imprisonment” had turned into an almost three hour long conversation about mortality and the curse of being a vampire.

The vampire guessed she pitied her.

“No…it’s not your job to clean up after me.”

“I offered to get you some blood donations but I failed to deliver them to you on time. This is on me.”

The vampire shook her head. She felt stronger than a few hours ago and yet, her muscles were aching from the fight.

“No, it’s not the same. Blood from a bag isn’t the same. This is my fault. I need to hunt, I need living, breathing prey. Oh God, I’m so doomed.” She felt the frustration crawl up her throat. She felt like throwing up.

“Hey, deep breaths,” the heroine said. She grabbed the vampire’s elbows and turned her away from the bodies. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner but I can guarantee we’re working on this together.”

“I’m a monster.” The vampire hid her face behind her hands. “What am I doing? Why did this happen to me?”

“Hey, sometimes shit happens and you can’t really—”

“I was a normal girl, I had an office job for Christ’s sake. I deserved a good normal, boring life.” She frowned and her lips trembled. “I didn’t want anything extraordinary.”

Suddenly, the heroine took her hands.

“Hey, I know it’s a lot and you’re still getting used to this. But I believe this happened for a reason. I know you will find a way to deal with this and I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

The vampire lowered her hands and looked at their saviour, little fangs peeking through her lips.

“I’m so scared.”

“There’s no need to be. You’re brilliant. You’re—”

The vampire knew why. She knew why she grabbed the heroine, nails digging hard enough into her skin to leave marks. She knew why saliva gathered in her mouth and why she needed to bite her.

The heroine’s pulse had gone wild when they’d gazed each other. The vampire had heard and felt it.

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t press her teeth into her like she was some kind of meat. She couldn’t do that to her, she couldn’t kill her like that.

Right before her teeth could scrape her skin, the vampire froze.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Her grip finally loosened and the heroine seemed to breathe for the first time. She was blushing and her heart was beating relentlessly.

The vampire could barely keep it together.

“You— you should leave,” the heroine said. “I’ll, uh, report this mess and take care of it. Call me.”

Unfortunately for the heroine, the vampire knew she’d been a little too attracted to that.