#van helsing x male reader

[spicyspiders]

OKAY SO

One of Hugh Jackman’s roles is Gabriel Van Helsing (Van Helsing 2004), amazing movie, you should watch it

Can we get some Van Helsing X Reader? Maybe make it sorta like closeted/internalized homophobia reader that’s a monster hunter like Gabriel. (Maybe also Trans reader, if that’s okay, if not, I completely understand)

I still haven't watched Van Helsing, but I hope this does the character justice. Van Helsing helps the reader bandage a wound after a hunt, but it isn't descriptive of the injury.

“Hey,” Helsing says softly, catching you off guard, “sorry,” he says after you jump. 

“What is it?” You ask, not turning to look at him, too focused on the task at hand. 

“Let me help,” Helsing answers, sitting down beside you on the already cramped bed. 

“I’ve got it,” you respond, leaning inward like you’re trying to make yourself smaller. But you did not, in fact, got it. You’ve never been good at wrapping bandages after you’ve been injured on a hunt, either making them too tight or too loose. And if on cue, the bandage falls down your arm seconds after Helsing has sat down. 

“Let me,” Helsing repeats, his hand hovering in the air beside your arm. 

You let out a long, tired sigh, but give up and finally let Helsing have your arm. Diligently, like the way you’ve seen Helsing fight, he carefully wraps your arm. “You’d think I’d be better at this,” you say with a soft chuckle, watching the way that Helsing’s hands work. 

“You make up for it,” Helsing responds, pausing to nod over to the other bed that has your gear and his on it, “you’re one hell of a shot with that thing,” he says before turning his focus back to your arm.

“You can do both,” you say, looking over the bandages on his body, easily noticing how he’s dressed them perfectly. You’ve been on a handful of hunts with Helsing, and noticed almost from the very beginning how precise of a shot he was. You couldn’t deny that you were jealous. 

“Yes, well,” Helsing says as he finishes up, “not all of us can be good at everything,” he says, smirking to himself. 

“Just you?” You question with a laugh. 

“I didn’t say that,” Helsing responds, his smirk growing into a full smile as he looks over your arm. 

“Thank you, Helsing,” you say after he lets your arm go. 

“Gabriel,” he responds, looking you in the eye, “countless times we’ve hunted together and you still call me by my last name?” He asks, a look of sadness flashing momentarily in his eyes. 

“Gabriel,” you repeat, testing the name on your tongue. 

He smiles at you, his eyes brightening under the candle light, “would you like a drink?” He asks, “should help with the pain,” he says, standing up with a grimace as the movement jostles his side with the bandages he just put on. 

You shake your head at his question, “I usually just sleep it off,” you answer, slowly rising from the bed to clear off the gear from the other. 

“That sounds like a better idea,” he says with a laugh, helping you as you clear off the bed, smiling at each other when your hands brush. 

Once the bed is clear, you quickly, yet carefully, pull your clothes off to get changed. You didn’t even want to think about how hard you were going to have to scrub to get the bloodstain out. During the process, you turn your back to Gabriel, trying to ignore the heat of his gaze. 

As you finish up, your attention is grabbed by the loud noise of wood scraping against the floor. You turn around, watching with a confused look as Gabriel pushes the two beds together. 

“More space,” Gabriel says simply. 

Unlike you, Gabriel watches you as he changes, looking away when he goes to blow out the candles that illuminate the room. 

“Ready for bed?” He asks through the darkness. 

Moonlight through the window replaces what light you just had, making it harder to see. To guide you to the bed, Gabriel places a warm hand on your unbandaged arm, getting the two of you on the bed. 

“You have no need to hide from me,” Gabriel says, barely any space between your bodies as you face each other. 

“I hide nothing from you,” you respond softly, your heart picking up in your chest. Your body goes tense when you feel Gabriel’s hand on your face, “I trust you with my life,” you whisper, trying to calm your racing heart. 

“How many times have we slain monsters together?” He asks as he shifts closer, your knees knocking together. 

“I have lost count,” you respond with a soft laugh. 

“Are you ashamed?” He asks as he tangles your legs together, “ashamed that it’s me?” He asks, his voice quiet. 

“No!” You respond, louder than you both expected, startling you both, “no,” you repeat, this time much softer. 

“Then why-” Gabriel begins to ask, his voice pained. 

“If the others found out,” you start, cutting him off, only for the other man to do the same. 

“Let them,” he says as he places his other hand on your cheek, cradling your face in his warm palms, “they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you,” he says, his voice dark. 

A bitter smile falls over your face, “it isn’t just their words, Gabriel,” you whisper, leaning into his touch, your eyes burning. 

Your heart hammers in your chest, pumping hard enough that you wouldn’t be surprised Gabriel can hear it. It goes quiet in the room, dread settling into your gut, worried you’ve said too much. 

Too fast for you to even think about, Gabriel moves his hands from your face to get his arms around your body. He pulls you into his chest, letting you feel how his heart is beating just as fast. 

“No one will ever hurt you again,” he vows as he curls his body protectively around yours.

You aren’t sure how long you lay there in the safety of his arms before falling asleep. The last thing you feel before sleep pulls you under is the press of Gabriel’s lips to the crown of your head. 

[judethejudas]

Van Helsing Dracula x Male Reader ?

So I’ve realized VERY quickly that there is a severe lack of Count Dracula x male reader? And that just won’t do.

Also sorry for not uploading in a few days. I have a few reader inserts in the making right now but I wanna know if anyone is interested in this man too?

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, simm! master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : les miserables, what we do in the shadows

[mikeymeowmeow]

i should say that i do not write very often and also abt 90% of the time im just gonna forget this blog exists so.my bad

i write ships and x readers but itll only be male or gn reader because im a little transgender loser

if transfem/trans woman reader is requested ill happily write it though

common sense: i dont write for underage characters

also let me add all the fandoms ill write for:

lotr

the hobbit

king arthur (2004)

van helsing (2004)

nbc hannibal

criminal minds

supernatural

the walking dead

castlevania

bungou stray dogs

chainsaw man

percy jackson

heroes of olympus

genshin impact*

honkai: star rail*

twisted wonderland

any michael sheen Characters

any david tennant Characters

baldurs gate 3

the arcana

good omens

the dragon prince

*i dont support hoyoverse itself, i just enjoy the characters

[nofoundboy]

HELLO THERE 👀

Masterlist

Ao3

(in ao3 I just work with my ships)

First:

I write only for male/nonbinary/gender non conforming readers. Transfem readers are welcome too if they want representation.

All the hcs and imagines and stuff are female and as a trans dude myself, I want to write for the ones who struggle to find things with male/gn pronouns.

If you're female I can't stop you to interact here but please, don't be disrespectful. This profile is a safe space for all the LGBTIQ+

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests: 5

Kiss Prompt thing

Who I write for:

Slashers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Mickey Altieri

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Jesse Chromeans (Chromeskull)

Leslie Vernon

Billy Chapman

Kurt Kunkle

Josef (Creep)

Pennywise (2017 version)

Norman Bates

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Martin (1977)

Ash Williams (I know he's not an slasher stfu)

Star Wars

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Carlisian

Qui-Gon Jinn

Rey

Jynn Erso

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Stephen Strange/Dr Strange

Otto Octavius

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff (any version)

Loki

Sylvie

Mantis

Deadpool

DC

Joker/Arthur Fleck

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Jerome Valeska

Edward Nygma/Nashton (any version)

Oswald Cobblepot (any version)

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller's, I didn't watch the show)

Ratcatcher 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman (any version)

Clark Kent/Superman (any version except Smallville one)

Other characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

Beetlejuice

Dewey Riley

Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman

Hutch Mansell

Dewey Finn

Tommy Bomowski (Coach Boomer)

Jareth The Goblin King

Abe Sapiens

Jason Dean

Robert Van Helsing

Dennis Rafkin

Ships I write for

Zsaszmask

Vigilmaker

Nygmobblepot

Octogoblin

Lokius

Stuilly

Batjokes

Harlivy

Stucky

Jinnobi

Sambucky

Harkrill

Danbert

Spideypool

Josef x Aaron

Josef x Sara

What I write

Headcanons

One-shots

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw

What I don't write

Full fics (only one-shots and headcanons)

Incest

Omegaverse

P3d0phil14

Any bathroom kink.

[nyxirrationalstories]

Hello, here are the rule for request stories

Fandoms

Hellsing Record of Ragnarok Saint Seiya/Knights of zodiac Bride of Deimos The wolf among us Mythology/Folklore (example: Greek Mythology and Grimm´s Stories) Sekiro: Shadows die twice Soulsborne and Elden Ring League of legends Castlevania (Games series and Cartoon) Vampire Hunter D Warhammer 40k Thundercats Avatar (James Cameron) Van Helsing (2004)

You can also suggest fandoms and I will see if I make them or not. It can be anime, video games, books, etc.

What I do accept:

-- Female Reader and Male Reader. -- Fluffy, Angst, Smut, etc. -- Platonic, non-romantic and romantic relationships. -- Bad jokes, dark humor. -- Yandere -- Dark themes (Noncon for example). -- Specific scenarios -- Straight, Homo, Bi, Asexuality. -- Original Characters x Reader

What I don't accept:

-- Reader Gender neutral.

Since English is not my first language, I have a hard time writing in "neutral".

-- Specify skin tone (except genetic skin mutations).

Because I never think about Reader's skin color, why do it now?

-- Homophobia -- Transphobia -- Underage -- Depression and Suicide

If you are suffering from depression, please get help, I know it looks ugly right now but with help you can slowly work your way through it.

-- Pedophilia and Pederasty -- Xenophobia and Racism

(Including the "positive" one)

I don't really have much to put, I'm quite permissive.

Spanish version:

Lo que si acepto: -- Lector Femenino y Lector Masculino -- Fluffy, Angst, Smut, etc. -- Relaciones platónicas, no románticas y románticas -- Chistes malos, humor negro. -- Yandere -- Temas oscuros (Noncon por ejemplo) -- Escenarios específicos -- Hetero, Homo, Bi, Asexualidad. -- Personajes originales x Reader

Lo que no acepto: -- Lector Genero neutral Como el ingles no es mi primer idioma, se me dificulta escribir en "neutral". -- Especificar tono de piel (exceptuando mutaciones genéticas en la piel) Porque nunca pienso en el color de piel de Reader. ¿Por que hacerlo ahora?

-- Homofobia -- Transfobia -- Underage

-- Depresión y Suicidio Si sufres depresión, por favor busca ayuda, se que ahorita se ve feo pero con ayuda poco a poco podrás salir adelante.

-- Pedofilia y Pederastia -- Xenofobia y Racismo (Incluido el ""positivo"")

no tengo mucho que poner la verdad, soy bastante permisiva.

[a-stars-muse]

What’s up?! Requests are open!

Please only request x readers, cuz that’s all I’m doing right now. I’ll do any pronouns for the reader though. If you want a character that isn’t on my list, go ahead and ask me if I’ll write it. I might look into the fandom and start writing for that character! I also tend to stick to the story, but I’ll see what I can do. (Only writing for male characters at the moment, just so I can get back into writing)

I accept criticism, either in the comments of the story or in my dm’s, whichever you prefer. All I ask is that we respect each other’s opinions

This list is constantly being updated and changed by the way! Make sure to come back and check for updates

Characters

Bishop (Aliens movies)

David 8 (Aliens movies)

Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park)

Emmett Brown (Back to the Future)

Hans Gruber (Die Hard)

Simon Peter Gruber (Die Hard With a Vengeance)

Jareth (Labyrinth)

Ivo Robotnik (Sonic Live action)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal TV)

Phantom/Erik Destler (Phantom of the Opera 2004)

Leonard “Bones” McCoy (TOS & AOS)

James Tiberius Kirk (AOS)

Martin Blank (Grosse Pointe Blank)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

Michael (The Good Place)

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Wadsworth/Boddy (Clue)

Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Daniel Atlas (Now You See Me)

Loki (Marvel)

Otto Octavius (Spider-Man)

Janson (The Maze Runner)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Nolan Sorrento (Ready Player One)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Lord Henry Blackwood (Sherlock Holmes)

Merlin (Kingsman)

Ardeth Bay (The Mummy)

Carlos Oliveria (Resident Evil)

Wheatley (Portal 2)

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil 2021)

Sinister Strange (Marvel)

Silco (Arcane)

Viktor (Arcane)

Viggo Grimborn (How to Train Your Dragon: Race to the Edge)

Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Dan Turner (Archive 81)

Donald Na (Weak Hero)

Wolf Keum (Weak Hero)

Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

Rhys Strongfork (Borderlands)

Obake (Big Hero 6 series)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Crowley (Supernatural)

Rules

No pregnancy

No yandere

No pedophilia

Nothing underaged

No incest

Adding more later on!

[6rookie-writer0110]

Echos in Amsterdam, are frozen

Kassandra x Male Reader

Request - Oneshot Where Male Reader Is A Descendant Of The Isu Like Kassandra, But Instead Of A Weapon He's The First Werewolf. He's Been Dating Kassandra For A While, And He's Ready To Tell Her He's Just Like Her But Different. So, Y/n Tells Kassandra He Has To Tell Her Something Getting Her Attention. He Tells Her He's A Descendant Of The Isu Like Her Making Her Shocked. He Transforms Into His Werewolf Form He Is Afraid She Will Reject Him He Turns Away. But Feels Kassandra Hugging Him Making Him Happy.

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Werewolf Oneshot. Can Y/n's Werewolf Form Like Look Hugh Jackman's Werewolf Form From Van Helsing But Much Bigger. Y/n Is Taller Then Kassandra, He's Much More Muscular Then Her, And Has Eight Pack Abs.

429 BCE

You find your girlfriend Kassandra training with her the Sword of Damokles. You watch her and she keeps getting better each time.

”Is that a new move?” You asked and smiled at her.

She stopped and she smiled at you.

”Help me train?” Kassandra asked.

”Yes,” You said.

You take out your sword and she looks up to you.

”Don’t hold back” Kassandra said.

”I won't,” You said.

You and Kassandra start to fight. She enjoys that you help her train, she is strong and you help come up with attacks. Sometimes you or Kassandra would get cocky and show off.

Much later...

You sit down on the bench and she sits next to you. You got fruits for her, she gets hungry after training all-day. She kissed you and you smiled at her.

”Y/N, thank you for the fruits. Can I ask you something?” Kassandra said.

”Sure,” You said.

”Y/N, you have been acting strangely for days. Y/N, you can talk to me” Kassandra said.

You take a deep breath and you start to feel nervous.

” I have been keeping a secret from you. But I'm ready to tell you. I'm sorry that I haven't told you” You said.

She grabbed your hand.

”I’m not mad at you for keeping the secret. I understand it's not easy” Kassandra said.

”Don’t tell anyone. Kassandra, I am a werewolf, I can control when I can shift into a werewolf. On the full moon, I lose control. At night, I do go out and hunt. Don't worry I wasn't hunting for people, it was for animals” You said.

She is speechless and you wait for her response.

”Y/N is this a joke?” Kassandra asked.

”No, it's not a joke,” You said.

”I have heard stories about people changing into a wolf. But I thought it was just stories people made up” Kassandra said.

”I am a Descendant Of The Isu.

The Isu, also known as The First Civilization. I am the first werewolf. But as you know, not everyone was accepting of what I am. They took me away from my parents and I grew up alone for a while until a family took me in and raised” You said.

”I don't know what to, say,” Kassandra said.

”How do you feel about what I told you,” You said.

”Y/N, this is a lot to process,” Kassandra said.

”If you need time I understand,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✯

You have been traveling with Kassandra. Since you told her about your secret, you and Kassandra haven't talked about it. She still hasn't seen you change into a werewolf. You won't bring up the conversation, you want her to say something about it.

You are in Santorini with Kassandra. You are helping her look for biological parents. It's night time and Kassandra looks up at you.

”Y/N did you hear that?” Kassandra asked.

She heard someone scream and you start to listen.

”Someone needs our help,” You said.

Kassandra starts to follow you. You and Kassandra see a group of thieves attacking people and stealing. She watches you transform into a werewolf and her eyes opened wide.

Your bones start to break, you get taller, fangs and claws come out, your eyes change color and you start to scream. You growled.

You start to attack the criminals and Kassandra is fighting by your side.

---

You did get hurt. You see people are scared of you and you ran away. Kassandra went after you

”Y/N!” Kassandra yelled.

You stopped but you don't face her. She walked towards you and she stands in front of you.

”Y/N, I'm not scared. I still trust you, that will never change. I know it is good in you, I mean it. Do you understand me?” Kassandra said.

You nod. She hugged you and you felt truly happy. You see an animal and you started to chase it and Kassandra watched you eat the animal.

----

The next day.

You are at the lake with Kassandra, just taking it easy.

”How's the wound in your arm doing,” Kassandra said.

”It’s healing. If the wound is big it takes time to heal. I'm really happy, you don't think I'm a monster” You said.

You take a bit from your apple.

”I did mean it what I said. I'm still in love with you” Kassandra said and you smiled.

She looks up at you and she kissed you.

[my-fanfic-library]

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader}

Masterlist

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The fog that had settled overnight was nothing short of opaque. Thick and with an amber tinge, it seemed to cast a curtain between the north cliffs and the harbour, and, the North Sea, of course. However, a little fog wasn’t going to get in the way of any business or any vendor today as people still busted about the small seaside town, getting on with life.

Your feet carried you over the swing bridge and down to Bridge Street, where shops began to open by pulling up their shutters and the owners looking out expectantly as the small clusters of customers waiting to come in. Instead of following the road round to find yourself on the other side of the mouth of the River Esk, you abruptly turned left up to Church Street, where the cobbled road made walking just that little less easier. The boutiques here were also opening up, doors unlocking and shutters ascending to be concealed by the concrete above the windows.

Although the fog that had seemingly come from nowhere overnight, the humid summer air still clung to the streets and made a sheen of sweat grow on your skin. The walk from the viaduct, all the way down the cinder track and even this far was quite a trek when it got warm. 8am, a foggy day and you were still panting from the heat? Something wasn’t right.

But then again, you had read in the news this morning that a strange man had been surrounded by police on the sea front, not too far from the cliffs that hosted Whitby Abbey in the early hours of the morning. And that was the cause for your journey so early. Clutching your bag closer to your chest, you made your way past the countless Whitby Jet distributors and found yourself at the top of Church Street, eyeing the 199 steps.

“Quite a lot of exercise for first thing in the morning, no?”

You snapped your head left, eyes connecting with the blue orbs belonging to Dr. Zoe Van Helsing. Her eyes smiled at you, along with her lips that pulled up mischievously. She had caught you off-guard and she knew it. Replying to her question with a hint of sarcasm, you both began to climb the stairs. About halfway up, when the seagulls had no issue with swooping far too close to your head, you decided to pipe up and inquire about the gentleman you had been called to visit.

“Ah, you mean the Count? Yes, he is definitely a piece of work. We have a whole test group of people to come in close contact with him, however, we’d still like for you to have a chat with him, given your expertise in the area.” She turned her head to look at you expectantly.

“Well, it sounds like it’ll be a challenge. But you know me, I love a challenge.” You smirked back at her.

“We’ll see.”

When you both made it to the top of the steps, you stood to take in a deep breath of air and look back out towards Whitby. The fog was moving inland and it was getting difficult to see even the band stand, which stood overlooking the harbour on the opposite side of the mouth of the river from where you stood. There was a faint noise coming from the amusements and the sound of people slowly filling up the streets. But it was all drowned out by the roar of the North Sea, the howls of the summer winds and screeches of seagulls.

You turned once more, facing towards and beyond St Mary’s Chruch. Just further up, you could make out the peaks of Whitby Abbey. You were close. No more words were shared between the pair of you as you walked further up. You pushed past the open gates and found yourself facing the visitor centre. You turned right once more and before you, as grand as every, the Jonathan Harker Foundation.

Zoe led you through the winding halls and turns once inside and it seemed she knew the place like the back of her hand. You had only been inside a handful of times, and yet you still hadn’t acquainted yourself at all with the winding halls.

“I must warn you before we go in, so I suggest you take a seat.” Zoe began, leading you into a small room with a desk. She held the door for you as you stepped inside and reluctantly took your seat.

“You say it like it’s a life or death situation.”

“Actually, it is.” As if she had simply stated on the weather, she strode last you and slumped down into the seat opposite.

“You alright?”

“A little tired. Nothing a cup of coffee can’t fix. Now, let me explain to you a little about the gentleman we are... housing. You need to throw all of your understandings of this world out of the window. This isn’t some basic cannibal or murderer we’re dealing with.” With every word, with the seriousness of her tone, you were starting to panic.

“Ok, Zoe, you’re really starting to worry me now.”

“There’s no need to panic. You see, you will be in safe hands and there are precautions put into place to ensure your safety.”

“My safety? What on Earth, Zoe-?”

“Count Dracula, the man you will be speaking to today, is a vampire.” Your mouth dropped at the words. The absudety of it all! A real life vampire?! What nonsense!

“Ok, you’re definitely pulling my leg. There’s-...” you looked at the demeanour of her expression. Her eyes were cold, lips softly turned into a frown. She wasn’t joking.

“Count Dracula is approximately 525 years old. He spent 123 years drawing energy in a box of his own Transylvanian earth at the bottom of the before emerging last night. According to oral accounts, Dracula is the cause of one of my own ancestors deaths, along with several others on the Demeter that brought him here. You will be assessing him - just like you do with all of the other criminals you’ve worked with before. Except he isn’t a criminal. He’s a beast.”

Those last three words rung in your ears continuously as you followed Zoe down the hallway towards the room that held this beast of a man. You did not know what to expect, though the image of an old and shrivelled man concealing superhuman strength came to mind. He was over 500 years old, after all. You had read the case file after Zoe’s briefing with you, and learnt about the real mystery of the Demeter whose ruins lay on the coast line. It had come as a shock to you to learn of such things actually existing, yet you had no time to digest the information as you practically marched behind Zoe. Lining the hallway was an abundance of guards; you took notice of the fact that they were oddly guarded with crosses and stakes. Clearly all of this vampire lore turned out to be true. You wondered if Zoe had figured this out, or if it was the work of her ancestor who was murdered by the man lurking behind you door you stride towards.

“Don’t let him intimidate you. He’s like a dog - can smell fear a mile away. He feeds off of it.” These were Zoe’s last words to you before she pushed the doors open. A large room stood before you, with a glass square in the centre perched on a circular stage rising maybe a foot higher than the rest of the floor. Inside the box, a desk, and standing in the corner, hidden in the shadows, a looming figure. Zoe spoke again, “you may close the skylight. Let him come to us.”

As if her words were spoken by a god, the light that streamed down into the glass container began to dim as load croaks came from the ceiling. Now, he was free to roam his transparent prison. Your eyes locked on his form, watching as he slowly prowled forwards. His nose twitched and pulled his head up. He was taking in a scent.

“Ah, I see you’ve brought me another new appetiser.” His smirk was plastered over his face and you were finally able to take in his features.

He was nothing of your imagination. Nothing close. He was a towering 6’4” with ebony locks styled up and out of his face. Matching thick eyebrows kept watch over darkened eyes and although his face was clearly mature, it was built well and prominent with masculinity. This, paired with the tailored suit he wore (where on Earth he had managed to acquire such clothing, you hadn’t a clue) screamed danger. It screamed warning. He was sophisticated; he was inviting; that meant he was dangerous. His feet carried him towards the glass panel closest to you and he pressed his long, thick hands up against the glass.

“I can smell her from here.” His smirk deepened.

“Pay him no attention, [First], he’s trying to scare you.” Zoe rolled her eyes, leading you closer towards the cell.

“No, just... testing the waters.” His tone was slightly mocking. His voice was deep and somewhat sensual to the ears. It was nice, melodic voice. It was a dangerous voice. Just like the rest of him.

“Well, there’s absolutely no need. Count Dracula, this is my associate, [First].” Zoe stepped aside, allowing him better access too look you up and down. Had he been a normal male, the gaze would have been dubbed rather disgusting, eyeing you up with a sickly grin toying on his charming features. But he was not a normal male and he was gazing at you like a predator eyeing up its prey.

“Very nice to make your acquaintance, [First].” He locked his eyes with yours and you could only stand the building tension for a fraction of a second. But you continued to keep the gaze locked, wanting to prove that you were the stronger of the two of you, “oh, I like her.”

“Good. You’ll be spending a considerable amount of time with her. Now, step back so she can enter - and don’t you dare forget that we can end your pathetic existence in a second if you attempt to harm her.”

“I have been around for over 500 years, Helsing, so don’t be surprised if some things happen to slip my mind.”

“You have no reason to harm her. We have provided you with adequate nutrition.” Zoe stated plainly, leading you closer to the door.

“You humans have no reason to indulge in confections, yet you do. It’s about the satisfaction, is it not?” His eyes bore wicked holes into you. You were much too close to him now, mere meters and a thin sheet of glass separating you from him.

“I am not your confection, Count Dracula.” You narrowed your eyes, “ and believe me, you try to put a single malicious finger on me and it will be the last thing you do.”

“Ooh, feisty. You remind me of someone I once knew. Hopefully your fate will not adhere to a path similar to theirs...” he trailed off and once he realised your presence was about to accompany him, he stepped backwards, keeping his eyes locked on you.

“Do not threaten her.” Zoe warned before turning to you and placing her mouth close to your ear, “he tries anything funny, use your fingers as a makeshift cross. We’ll get you out as soon as we can.” You merely nodded, psyching yourself up for this fateful date with a real life vampire.

The ceiling opened up as the door opened in sync and you stepped over the threshold. Immediately, you were hit with an intoxicating scent of something. Pine, maybe? Or something more earthy. It filled your lungs in a matter of seconds and you took a moment to intake the scent, pleasing to your senses. 

Dracula’s eyes watched you closely as you placed your bag down beside the door as it snapped shut. Now, a triangle of light illumated the centre of the glass cell and Dracula was pinned against one dark corner.

“Come closer.” His velvety smooth voice commanded, long finger beckoning you towards him. You knew that he wouldn’t try anything here. The jeopardy to his life was too great, and so you found yourself being pulled closer towards him. In this proximity to him, you realised just how much he towered above you. His head found itself slowly rolling downwards to stay connected with your eyes and his mouth was turned upwards smugly.

You grew closer still, until all that remained between you was the barrier of light. An oddly symbolic line of goodness and of evil.

“May I?” His eyes trailed down to your hand. You looked at him, eyes narrowing slightly, “my only intention is to be chivalrous, I swear.”

“If I get even a hint of tooth-“

“You have my word that you will not.” His eyes flashed with mischief.

Oh, the way he spoke! The way he smiled! The charm oozed from him, but that was to be expected. He had over five centuries of experience under his belt in the art of charming his victims. Of course he was going to be good at it.

Hesitantly, you lifted your hand and it cut through the veil of darkness. Part of you was intruding on his side now. His cold hand slipped under your own, a tinge of freezing cold electricity running up your arm and down your spine. The smirk that had played on his lips since the very moment you stepped into the room moved towards the back of your hand, and cool lips struck your flesh.

“Compliant, I like it.” He spoke against your hand, “why don’t you come into the shadows?”

You immediately pulled your hand away, taking a large step back into the light as you did so.

“Why don’t you come into the light?” You mimicked.

“Touché.” He turned his head to look at Zoe who was standing close to the door, “where did you find this one ? She’s got a fire to her.”

“Yes, well let’s hope you don’t get burnt.” Zoe countered, ignoring his question.

You looked around the cell, mostly at the large desk in the centre where a chair sat on either side. You looked back at the count who was eyeing you up (again), clearly waiting for your next move. Taking a breath, you pondered on the recklessness of your request the followed.

“Close the skylight.”

“[First], that’s not safe!” Zoe called, alarm bells clearly ringing in her head at the million different scenarios that could play out from that action alone.

“It’s alright,” you eyed Dracula, “he won’t hurt me. He knows his place.” You glared.

“I do, do I?” His right eyebrow cocked.

“Yes. Now to make yourself comfortable. We have quite a discussion.”

When the sound of the skylight closing filled your ears, your heart began to pound. You took steps backwards in the light as it retreated, and like a slow, careful dance, he took steps forwards, like he was commander and the darkness filling the space was his army. This was a battle you were losing.

“You’ve got some nerves, haven’t you?” He lowered his voice, “trusting a vampire so easily.”

“I don’t trust you. I trust them.” You eyed the several guards stationed around the room.

“And who do you think would come out as victorious?”

“Why don’t you tell me? I want to know everything about you, Count Dracula. Now, take a seat.”

You slumped down into one of the two chairs and Dracula took the seat opposite. He sat up with a straightened back, crossing one leg delicately over the other and rested his elbow on the mahogany, and his chin in the palm of his hand.

“I can hear it.” He spoke softly, eyes once again locking with yours. Every time they did so, your heart faltered.

“Hear what?”

“The blood rushing through your veins. It was rather sweet the way it jumped when I kissed your hand. Tell me, [First], why are you putting up such a front? I can read you like an open book. You’re nervous, you’re afraid.”

“I told you. I’m not afraid. You can’t harm me because they will harm you.”

“And again, I must lead you back to the rhetorical question of who would win?”

“You believe it is you, correct?”

“Correct.” He leaned forwards, closing the gap by another inch, “well, I know. I do not believe anything.”

“Well, I know that all we have to do is open up that light once more and you’re toast. Quite literally.” He chuckled at this. A deep, booming noise that sent a chill down your spine.

“There it is again, your heart. You must be infatuated with me.”

“You wish.” You glared, “now why don’t you tell me just what happened on board the Demeter.”

“You see, to tell that story, I’d have to begin right back in Transylvania - months before I even set foot on that ship.” He noted, eyes boring into your face.

“I have already read the accounts, Count Dracula. I already know. I want to hear it from you.” You folded you arms, tryinf to control your heart rate.

“Why from me?”

“To understand you. That’s why I’m here. Surely you knew that. Just get on with it. I don’t have all day.” You unfolded your arms, your impatience beginning to get the better of you. Your fingers found their way to the edge of the table.

“Then let’s begin,” he raised his head, just enough to slip his hand down into the table. In a swift movement, his right hand had swept up your left and encased it in coolness, “when I stepped foot on the Demeter.”

It took no less than two hours for Dracula to finish his account of the Demeter and he decided to also explain what had happened after he was arrested on the beach in the early morning. The entire time, he was effortlessly attempting to charm a little of your trust into him, but from the first words that left his mouth, you knew what his game was and you wouldn’t give up. Often, his foot would brush against your own, he’d insist on eye contact, or he’d grasp your hand in his at every opportunity he could get. By the time he was finished, you were beyond pissed off with his actions, horrified with the story he had told and exhausted from trying to keep your body from ratting your true emotions out to him.

“Right,” you began, pushing yourself up from the table, “I think that will be all for today.”

“Going so soon?” He faux pouted. He rose with you, clearly trying to prove his dominance over you one more time before you left.

“Unfortunately for you, yes. I’m afraid your company has ran out for today.”

“Is she coming back again?” He looked past you, towards Helsing who was frowning deeply.

“Perhaps. Don’t concern yourself with it, though.” Zoe snapped, “come, [First], you have other appointments this afternoon.”

Turning on your heel, you began to make a b-line for the door. However, the vampire behind you had other plans and before you had even made it halfway, his icy fingers hand tangled around your wrist and kept you held in place. Your heart jumped. Your blood pounded in your ears. His lips brushed against the cartilage of your ear, a cool sensation rippling throughout the left side of your head.

“You really must work on that heart of yours, it is much too easy to pin when you’re lying.” He mumbled, the words pooling in your ear, “even now, the blood coursing your veins is pumping with some vigor. It makes me... hungry.”

You tore your body out of his grasp, turning on your heel to face him and the smug look on his face at the reaction he gained from you. The door was opened and two strong arms hailed you backwards before the door shut once more and light began to flood the cell. Your body collapsed under the pressure of the other person pulling you and your knees buckled.

“Are you alright?!” Zoe was by your side, kneeling quickly to help you up, “you!” She bellowed to the vamp, “you shall be getting only scraps today for that!”

“Now, where have I heard that before...” Dracula mused.

He watched as you practically fled the room, eyes following your every movement until the doors shut. Helsing was glaring at him.

Your feet carried you, the adrenaline pumped in your veins and it was like you knew your way back out without ever having remembering it before. At the entrance, a man dressed up a little too much was arguing with the lady sitting behind the white desk, but you could only catch a snippet as you got yourself out of the building as quickly as you could.

“...-don’t understand! I’m his lawyer!”

Later that evening, when your appointments had all been dutifully carried out, you found yourself wandering along the beach below the cliffs where Whitby Abbey stood proud. The summer air had cooled and the fog had all but dissolved into the summer air. You looked out towards the wave cut platform where rock pools had been formed, and remembered times when you were younger and had gone fossiling (usually with little luck), or waded throughout the rock pools until the sea licked the sand once more.

The dusty sky was lilac, slowly bleeding into navy the higher up you looked and the sun had already disappeared behind the horizon south of you, behind the swing bridge and beyond. The tide was completely out, the waves sounding years away as seagulls cruised the sky above, unable to find any supper for the evening. The sand was derelict apart from you.

“We meet again.” You gasped loudly, turning on your heel to come face-to-chest with a rather unfortunately familiar form.

“Wha-.. I-... how did you-?”

“Get out?” He finished your rambles amusedly, “I have connections.”

“Even though you technically haven’t been on earth for over a century?”

“Yes, despite that.”

“What is it that you want...?” You took a step back, feeling a small pebble bite the underside of your foot through the flimsy sandals you wore. His eyes bored down into yours with such an intense predatory gaze that you felt your knees buckle for the second time in the day. He grinned.

“What else? You.”

[devilsuga]

The Missing Key

Pt.1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader; Possible others x reader

Au: Supernatural; modern day; hunters

Word count: Uhm I ain’t counting

Warnings: Dark themes; gore; sex; possible tw

Summary: The struggles of her past lead her into an asylum by her foster parents who couldn’t look after her. Sightings of seven spirits in her dream haunted her till the day she got put on medication and her brain fried. On her 18th birthday she’s free but with a simple address of her old home scribbled on crumpled paper does it lead her to mysteries. Mysteries awaiting because no one listened to her. To Van Helsings future grand daughter.

A/n: This whole story is based off a working rp between me and my friend @ahelishgoodgirl because she told me that I should get into fanfic writing so... that’s what I’m doing :)

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Wind whips along trees, creating haunting sounds that whistle past my ears as I walk down the empty road into the busy city of Seoul. Left to my own devices, I had been admitted to an asylum for five years but yesterday was my eighteenth birthday which mean I left today. A relief if you ask me, the amount of horrid therapy and drugs they injected into my system left me surprised I wasn’t dead or an addict.

My converse patter slowly on the soaked concrete ground, having rained early hours of this morning and still not drying up even as it’s dark now. My foster parents never visited me during my time at the asylum, made me realise that I practically don’t have anyone... no one at all. Thankfully my mind had forgotten about the seven men I’d see, whom speak to me in my dreams and what they’d tell me each time. Maybe it was the electro shock therapy that made them disappear.

Looking at the address scribbled on lined paper that I solely gripped onto I looked up at the house I once remembered growing up in... now no longer lively but a shit hole. Bricks crumbled from the wooden stables that held this home together, windows smashed... garden over grown and graffiti everywhere. Compared to the other houses surrounding the street... this was the only dead one here. Begrudgingly I enter past the police tape strewn beside the front door frames, looking around confused as my feet take me up torn carpet stairs, finding my old room and seeing it... gone. Either looters... or someone was trying to find something because everything was everywhere. It was clear mother and father were not here.

“Bastards..” I whispered, soon finding an old teddy of mine, my pink bunnie. It was dirty now, no longer got that beautiful pink tint it had... but now muddy... dirty. That’s how I felt now standing here. Walking back downstairs I check around some more, seeing nothing but empty beer bottles or needles. That was until I head movement down in the basement, my bones freezing as I gulped and walked to the door under the stairs, slowly opening it and walking down. “Hello?” My feet once again thud along the wooden stair case that was rotting away.

The sound you heard was a man who had taken asylum in the basement. He was a drugged up junkie who could barely tell what was real and what was fake. He looked up at your scared body. “Hello there” he smiled “I remember you, there is a picture of you in the hallway” he laughed “what’s the matter little girl? Are you sad about something?” He asked a needle in his arm “you’re the daughter that made it right?” He said leaning back “it’s a shame the people who lived here got attacked... by animals” he chuckled eyes slightly closing. “They shouldn’t of let the door open. Inviting things they shouldn’t... shame shame but not for me as I have a home now” he laughed trying to stand, he failed but it was obvious he wanted to reach you.

“Uh...” I stepped back, frowning at the ‘animal attack’ as how could anyone let an animal in?

“What do you mean ‘shouldn’t be letting anything in?’” I asked, looking at him. Frowning at the needle in his arm I stayed on the lower step, keeping my distance. The man laughed and laughed, he didn’t answer your question at all. Instead he slowly drifted off to sleep. There was nothing I could say, it was as if the wind was calling you out. A few miles into the woods stood a huge torn palace with 7 dark secrets inside.

Frowning I back out of the house, exiting the home I had to forget as I shook my head. The wind whispers to my ears, making me look to the woods. “Huh?” Slowly I step into the tree line, seeing almost an apparition float through the trees... a child. “Hello?” I called out, starting to follow this strange child.

“Follow” he whispered and walked into the woods. The child kept looking back every now and then to make sure you were following. He was pretty much silent, he knew you’d follow, you had nothing to lose. Did you? Before you knew it you stood in front of an enormous house. “In” the kid whispered pointing at the front door.

“Are you sure?” I softly whispered, slowly walking up to the doors of what appeared to be some worn down palace.

“What is this place?” As I turned to see the little boy... he was gone. It made me frown but I creeped inside anyways, looking around and covering my nose at all the dust so it wouldn’t make me sneeze. That’s when I heard voices.

“Tell us!” Someone said “where is the girl? The last of the name you so much hate?” Suho asked, slapping around the starving vampires who were chained to the walls. They wouldn’t speak, too weak to say anything and too weak to even try. Blood is what they craved at the moment and they swore if they had the opportunity they would rip this bastards apart. One of the vampires, yoongi looked up at him and softly chuckled. “The fuck are you making fun of blood sucker?” He asked before punching him.

Hearing voices I frowned, sounding as if a fight was going to break out as I walked towards a door. I tried to listen in against the rotting wood of the door but failed, tripping over my own feet and stumbling into the room as I looked up at a strange group of men in hunting gear with wide eyes. But then... I looked over to the seven ‘things’ who had haunted my whole life... chained to a wall.

“W-what...”

“Who the hell are you?” Asked baekhyun who furrowed his eyebrows and came close to you. “Psh just a stupid human. What say ye? A little snack for the blood suckers?” He laughed making the rest shake their heads “nah they aren’t deserving of it.. why not have a little fun with her? Each one gets a turn?” Suho smirked licking his lips.

“Y-you... what...” my eyes were more focused on the seven beaten up males who haunted my mind and practically sent me to an insane asylum. That’s when I turned to look at the other men. “You fucking touch me and I’ll kick your ass, I didn’t get sent to an insane asylum for nothing.” I glared at the strange men who were talking about me. It was more flight or fight defense, my words meaning nothing but to keep a facade up.

“Insane asylum fellas” baek laughed grabbing you by the hair and throwing you onto the ground. “Careful, we all want to have a taste” they laughed. Yoongi one of the vampires took a liking to you, pretty, just like his long dead wife. “Pshh” he whispered while the men talked about who would have the first turn “give me a little blood and I’ll save you” he said.

Looking up at one of the males who haunted my dreams I scoffed. “Like hell! You seven... strange men haunted me ever since I was a little girl! I’m not giving you shit so thanks for sending me to an asylum!” I huffed, glaring at him.

“We did?” Yoongi asked, it clicked on his head who you were but the hunters didn’t know. “Fine then I hope you’re not a virgin... they’ll tear you apart” he smirked “so then me” yelled baekhyun who turned to undress you or at least pull your panties down. “Stop it honey, if you fight it’ll be worse” Yoongi looked over at you scoffing “just a little blood” he whispered.

I screamed as I tried to kick the hunter away, looking at the male before having no choice but to cut my hand open on a rusted nail poking out of the ground, holding it up to his lips so he could drink. “Q-quick!” I said, knowing I was a virgin and I wasn’t ready yet.

Yoongi smirked taking a sweet bite, he drank a little less than half of your blood and escaped the painful chains. Breaking his brothers chains “don’t touch her” he said, he wanted to hurt you now that he knew who you were but at the same time he wanted to protect you. “Weapons boys” suho yelled, baek being thrown back by Yoongi. The guys didn’t waste a minute sucking him dry.

I covered myself back up, heart racing as I managed to crawl over to the door. I needed to get out of here, chills were being sent down my spine whilst I ran to the front door to escape.

Yoongi got away from the hunters “where do you think you’re going helsing?” He chuckled picking you up with ease, his lips met yours with a burning intensity. You were his blood type and yet he couldn’t figure out where his dead wife was even though your blood was the key but something linked him to you. Something kept stopping him from killing you.

My eyes widened as I instantly shoved him away, holding my mouth. “The hell are you doing? My name isn’t helsing!” I huffed, frowning as my last name was l/n.

“You’re adopted! Helsing is your real name like it or not” he smirked “what am I doing? What I want with what belongs to me” he said kissing you again, “you’ll die if I don’t make you mine. They figure it out and your gone, you won’t make it past hmm 19?” He laughed.

“What? I’m so confused... how am I gonna die?” I huffed, shoving him away as I stepped back.

“I’m not yours at all!”

There were screeching screams inside the house. “Don’t you see what we are? We can tear you apart in seconds. In the end it’s your choice unless you state you want to be with me. But if you don’t then I’ll start digging your grave” he laughed “don’t believe me?” He asked, 2 of his brothers came out. “Now that we’re all better and our head is clear... along with yours sweetheart we can get in your mind. Again...” Namjoon smirked

“Have you missed us like we missed you?”

[ohalemalia]

In My Blood (D.H. Imagine) - Part Two

Pairing: Derek Hale x Hunter! Reader Warnings: strong language, violence A\N: Y/N and Derek still really don’t like each other, so if you’re looking for fluff at this point I am so sorry lmao. also, this was really late, also sorry Word Count: 1403 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Derek’s eyes flew open for the third time this hour. If laser beam eyes came with being a werewolf, he was sure he would’ve burnt a hole in his ceiling. He picked up his phone to check his time and sure enough it was 3:52am, nearly ten minutes after the first round of thumping on his wall.

With a groan of annoyance, he swung his legs off the bed, the bottoms of his feet chilled with the cool touch of the hardwood floor. His joints cracked as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head, getting warmed up for a fight that was sure to come.

His neighbor had been having these strange nighttime rituals since they moved in two weeks ago. At first, Derek thought were just having sex every night, every week. There was grunts, the hitting on the wall, the whole shebang. He didn’t want to be the one to interrupt whatever passionate rendezvous was happening.

But then, things started getting weird.

He would hear the scraping of furniture. The sharpening of a knife. On a couple occasions, he was sure he heard a gun go off. Some muttering about fuckers or suckers, who knew?

Whatever it was, after fourteen nights, Derek was sick of it.

The thumping continued as Derek marched over to his front door and unlocked it. It got louder as he headed a little ways down the hall and approached his neighbor’s door. As he got closer, he realised that loud music was also playing, and he wasn’t sure if that was supposed to drown out the noise or make it worse. It was definitely doing the latter.

He brought his fist down on the door, his skin burning with the rage he felt at this inconsiderate person. It was almost four in the morning, couldn’t they do...whatever they were doing at reasonable hours?

The thumping didn’t stop. Derek knocked louder. He heard metal hit the floor and someone swear loudly. He could hear their angry footsteps approaching the front door. Derek realised that the song that was playing sounded vaguely familiar, but just as he was about to place where he had heard it from the door swung open.

Oh no.

Her hair was tied back, she was wearing a black tank top and matching black pants. Even though she didn’t have the sunglasses on, she had the same sneer on her face. The girl from the traffic light.

She leaned against the door frame, her arm up high to support herself. She gave him a look of annoyance, “Can I help you with something?”

She either didn’t recognise him or she didn’t care. Derek raised his eyebrows, “Do you own a clock?”

Her look of annoyance got even more lethal, “What?”

“Do you own a clock?” Derek repeated.

She opened her mouth, but closed it when she realised she didn’t know how to respond to that. “Yes?”

“I’m asking because it’s,” Derek paused to look at his phone, “3:55 in the morning.”

“And?” She pressed.

“And,” Derek replied in the same snappy tone, “Some of us are trying to sleep and don’t appreciate all the noise you’re making.”

“Well I live here too man,” She replied, “So sorry that the princess can’t get his beauty sleep, but some of us, the adults here, are working.”

Derek peeked over her to see what was in her apartment. It was still just as grimy and grim as his, but he noticed different things. There were about three or four guns lined up against a wall. Across her dining table were shells, boxes, knives, daggers, vials. There were old books scattered all over the place. On her wall was a dart board and multiple knives sticking out of it. They were all in a cluster in the middle. She was a good shot. Too good for it to be a hobby.

She was a hunter.

She noticed his too curious eyes and pulled her door so that it was closed more, “Are you looking for something or are you just nosy?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Derek’s eyes glowed red and a growl ripped out of his throat as he lurched forward at her. Her eyes widened, as if she wasn’t expecting this. She scrambled over to her dart board and yanked a knife out of it. She flipped it around in her hand and aimed it him. She cocked her head to the side and gestured for him to make a move, “You wanna dance, wolf boy? Let’s dance.”

She parried towards him, swinging the dagger and spinning like a dangerous ballet folklorico routine. He dodged her swipes with ease, but he had to admit she was definitely giving him a run for his money. He almost had her cornered, when she pulled another dagger from her boot and sliced him across the jaw. Taken aback by the sneak attack, Derek flipped. He roared again and channeled his anger into power. He knocked the knife out of her hand and grabbed her by the neck, holding her up against the wall. She grasped at the claw around her neck, her face screwed up in anger.

“Who sent you?!” Derek demanded.

“No one!” She spat out, “I don’t hunt werewolves!”

“Then what do you hunt,” Derek spoke slowly and deliberately. From his right side, there was the sound of breaking glass. The shards rained over the two of them. Derek raised his arm to cover his face, which she took as an opportunity to break free. She reeled her leg back and kicked him in the ribs, causing the werewolf to loosen his hold on her. She fell to the ground and scooped her dagger off of the ground, poised to kill at the window.

“That’s what I hunt.”

Derek pulled himself up to stand next to her and looked out the window. He didn’t see anything at first, just the clouds covering the dark night sky. Then he heard squeaks. Two bats flew to the ledge of the window and settled down next to each other.

Bats? In California? Derek didn’t understand. That was until the bats began to ripple in front of him. They grew larger, their bodies elongating into gruesome shapes. Their wings turned into arms that unfolded themselves to reveal human looking heads. The first bat, a blonde woman, lifted her head slowly, her curtain of hair covering her features. The other bat was a male, with short cropped black hair and nearly translucent skin. His neck moved at odd angles as he adjusted to being in his new form. They lifted their heads to look at the two of them, Derek and the girl, the woman’s blood red lips curling into a gruesome smile.

Vampires.

“Ah, puțin vânător,” The woman cooed, “You have a guest.”

“Or perhaps she’s brought food,” The male hissed, his tongue coming out to lick his lips.

Derek let out a growl, his eyes glowing a deep red.

“A werewolf,” The woman’s face curled up in disgust, “I wouldn’t dare put my delicate lips to that creature’s filthy neck. No, no, he can watch as we finally put the putrid Van Helsing name to rest once and for all.”

Her lips curled into another odious smile, “And then we’ll kill him as well.”

“You can sure try, blood sucker,” She growled through her teeth.

The woman tilted her head and jutted her lip out in a pout, “That’s a lot of talk coming from someone protected inside their own home.”

The woman leaned against the frame, but Derek soon realised that was as far as she was getting. Her voice dropped into a sickly sweet tone, “Why don’t you invite us inside and show us what’s in the Van Helsing blood, hm?”

Derek had no idea what was going on here, it seemed that the girl and the vampires in front of him had history. He looked over to the girl who’s knife was recently at his throat to see what their next move would be.

“Bring your sorry asses in here.”

The woman’s face broke into a horrid smile.She and her male companion exchanged glances before looking back at Derek and the girl. Their eyes burned bright red before they let out horrible hisses and crawled into the room, ready to rip them both to shreds.

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