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tokoyamisstuff · 28 days ago

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Kind of curious how you would think yandere Alucard, Captain, Anderson, and Walter would react to reader trying to escape and how bad would each of their reactions be

TW: mentions of kidnapping, SA, domestic violence, Stockholm syndrome, blood, murder

A/N: included Maxwell because why not?

Alucard

You're constantly on edge, in the middle of a huge croud yet you swear to feel his eyes on you, to see his familiars or even his own silhouette in every dark corner you pass.

It's been days, but that means nothing.

The only reason the strangers around you are still alive is the fact that he wouldn't want Integra to get wind of this.

You clutch the iron cross hard, having braced yourself with all kinds of talisman to ward off evil - but then you hear a familiar voice. Chuckling darkly, amused even. "Oh dear, you don't really think that would keep me away, would you?"

Suddenly you're pulled in by something, swallowed by his shadow. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't breathe.

All you're able to feel is him. He's everywhere.

The Captain

The Millenium soldiers harshly throw you back into his lair, much to your shock having been completely wrecked.

He's turned as soon as he noticed your absence, the huge wolf now lurking right in front of you. It howls at you and you're not able to decipher whether it's out of anger or pain.

You reach out to pat it's head, but it bites down in your arm hard. The two of you stay like this for a while, with you screaming and begging while he seems to contemplate whether to tear off your whole limb or not.

Unable to stay mad at you for too long, he lets go, licking the bitemark he left.

Eventually he turns back, keeping his distance from you, shocked with himself though it is certainly not the first time something like this happened.

There's no other choice than to give in, to run into his arms and cry against his chest as his muscular arms enclose you.

Because you know he'd burn the whole world down just to keep you like this.

Anderson

The Priest is covered in blood, laughing manically as he pulls out his bayonett from a lifeless body. A trail of corpses lies behind him, having killed anyone in a desperate fit of rage.

You cannot suppress a muffled scream seeing this, and instantly crazed eyes lock with yours, a predatory grin stretched across his face. "Found ya'..."

Opposite to your expectations, Anderson throws his weapons aside, falling onto his knees and embracing you in a bonecrushing hug. Fresh blood seeps into your clothes, drying on your skin as he presses a wet kiss into your hair.

"Silly lil' thing" he chuckles in delusion, "If ya' wanted to go outside, ya' could've just said so!"

You hug him back, tears silently running down your cheeks as he hushes you. His tenderness is almost harder to bear than his violence.

Maxwell

"Always the same bullshit with you" he scoffs, dramatically throwing his hands into the air. You weren't even able to leave the Vatican before his men found and returned you, like so often.

"Are you really that dull? You belong to me, why doesn't that go into that thick skull or yours?"

To appease him, you utter countless excuses and affirmations, hoping he'd believe this wasn't about him but rather the circumstances.

Finally he'd stop his rant, looking at you still cowering on the ground, tears dwelling in your eyes.

Seeing you like this and hearing you say those things pulls at his heartstings just the right way, making his boiling blood rush into another direction.

"Say, you'd do anything for me, right?" You nod and his eyes darken. He sighs as he balls a fist in your hair, undoing the zipper of his pants with the other hand. "Then stay down and let's see what apologies that mouth can do."

Walter

The Butler admires his handywork, seemingly satisfied with himself. He got you tied up like a present, his wires relentless against your skin, tightening with every small movement of yours.

He puffs on a cigarette, blowing the smoke right into your face. "Say. It."

"I'm- I'm so-" Before you can even finish the sentence, he pulls on a thread, the stinging pain of it seeping into the flesh of your forearm making you cry out. "Not good enough. Try again."

"I'm so, so sorry, love!" you now practically scream and Walter relishes in your exasperation. You'd be repeating this until you'll believe it yourself.

"You know what?" Walter tells you, his calm smile even more unsettling than his frown. "I forgive you...this time."

He then turns towards the other side of the room, revealing the two policemen you had begged for help. "Now why don't we make this more interesting? Choose who gets to die or I'll kill them both."

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writtenbyjeanofarc · 1 year ago

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★༉‧₊˚✧ — 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲.

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Dark fantasy, yandere, a bit of fluff.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Alucard X You (the reader)

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: Just a little one-shot scenario between you and affectionate, but yandere Alucard snuggled up in bed. The time takes place after sex. After refusing to cuddle with him, he spirals into a feeling of bloodlust as he gets himself ready to mark you as his.

𝖈𝖜: Blood drinking, if that counts. A bit of dubcon even though there isn’t really smut for this fic, and slight degradation (he calls you his pet).

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Hello again, readers. So I’m back with a new fic and despite not uploading for a couple of weeks due to mental health reasons and school, I’m going to post this new fic I made which is a part of a series!

YANDERE PROMPT LIST BY: @writeformesinpie

PROMPT: “I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

“A-Alucard….Just five more minutes…please….”

It was about nine o’ clock in the morning when all curtains were closed to prevent sunlight from penetrating through the glass windows.

….And there you were in bed, bare naked with the touch-starved vampire himself, your body shivering at the cold touch of your respective “lover.” Alucard was trying to cuddle you, to which you tried avoiding.

“You’ll take whatever’s been given to you, dear. You must lie with the beast before you who has been craving your touch for as long as a thousand years.”

“There you go again with your silly monologues, Alucard. Just let me be as I sleep, alright? I’m tired. You might as well kill some peasants outside or do your necessary duties for the day….just leave me be-”

A loud sound was heard as Alucard flipped you over.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as Alucard landed on top of you, pinning you down to the king-sized bed as his eyes glowed a bright shade of red. The look on his face intimidated you like a hungry wolf cornering its prey, his lips forming a smug smirk. You wanted to….no, you needed to run to a safe place where you could feel a bit of comfort. The look he’s been giving you was unlike his previous deed of cuddling your smaller figure.

Alucard let out a small chuckle.

“Cat got your tongue, darling? Judging by your current state, there won’t be another time where you’ll refuse my orders.”

“But, Alucard, we’re-” you attempted to protest.

“We’re not what?” Alucard asked, tilting his head. “Not together?” He laughed in retaliation to your bewildered facial expression. Leaning closer to your ear, you felt chills run down your spine as he whispered intimately. “Very well, let me clue you in. Your blood is mine, in fact, your entire being is mine by the time I’ll have myself inside you. Sir Integra has chosen you to become my one and only pet whom I shall swear to protect with my very own life. You are far too fragile to let go. Let this moment consume your soul. Give yourself to me, and don’t look back.”

“Alucard…..please…” you whimpered. “I only agreed to sleep with you because….because…..!!!”

“Such a precious, sensitive little thing.”

His mouth opened wide and bit down aggressively on your neck, drawing blood. You moaned loudly in return, trying to push away Alucard’s huge figure off of you. Your efforts to let yourself free were pointless, as he took advantage of your arms by grabbing your wrists and keeping them in place.

Alucard started to suck the blood out of your neck, leaving bruises and hickeys around it. He surely was doing all this for his own pleasure, so as to leave you aching for more. And boy, were you feeling real good.

“A-Alucard!!! I….I thought…you just wanted…a hug…..”

“Hm? I've changed my mind. From now on, what I want from you is something more sinister, something animalistic and disgusting to the untrained eye. I can never get enough of you, I’ll drink you down to the last sip. I have fallen for you, pet. Show a little gratitude for someone as powerful as I have swallowed their pride just to love and protect you dearly with all my strength.”

“I appreciate it, but….”

“Has your pride gotten the best of you, dear? After we got our freak on the previous night? I bet it didn’t. Just admit how you developed feelings for me.”

“Oh, no! That’s not the case! I-” you stammered.

“Ah, so you still refuse to admit your feelings, hm? Very well, I’ll show you how desperate of a mess you’ll be once I bend you over.”

It was too late. You and Alucard were about to spend the whole morning going at it until night, leaving you with no choice but to spend time with the creature who has lusted for you since Integra has chosen you as his pet.

There was no turning back.

It was about to be a long day.

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lesinquietes · 5 months ago

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In which Alucard and his Deity!Darling are on a mission together, and he loses control when she gives him a glimpse of submission🪽✨

18+ (minors dni) // light almost-smut, yandere

Limerence

Alucard pins you beneath him, catching you by surprise. He clutches your wrists with rough claws. When you fall, it’s behind a set of bushes. Before you can sputter and protest, airships, no doubt seeking Hellsing presence, whizz by above you. Their bright search lights are fixed on the path you were once walking. If you would have stayed there, they would have caught you. Given the urgency of your matter, that wouldn’t have been preferable; there’s no telling how many soldiers they would have sent.

Gathered in such an intimate position, he’s shocked you’re not fighting him. He supposes you’ve learned to pick your poison. He doesn’t mean any harm to you… yet.

He waits for you to ask him to get up. You don’t. The ships have long passed. He wonders if you’re simply frozen with anticipation. He knows what that’s like, to be tantalized by the moment.

“That was close.” You mutter eventually. “They’re getting more desperate.”

“They are.” He agrees grimly. “Their interference would have been a nuisance.”

His piercing orbs trace your jawline, watching as you swallow whatever else you wanted to say. Such a pretty throat you have. The blood there is celestial. He’s never tasted the nectar of a deity before. He wonders if it’s toxic to a creature like him. If so, then maybe he was meant to perish like this, at your whim; maybe you were meant to die together.

He refuses to allow his impulses to overwhelm him. You’ve been warming up to him lately. While your edges remain quite sharp, they’ve significantly softened since your first encounter. Without the proper signals, he won’t completely cross your boundaries.

Meanwhile, you adjust beneath him. Inspecting his pale face, you think he’s rather handsome. In the moonlight, even more so. His glasses are off, revealing irises with subliminal messaging, coaxing you to submit. You huff. Vampires are a cocky breed. You’ve encounter his kind in the past. They were the same as him — snarky and sure of themselves… until they weren’t.

You’ll show him. He may be the father of all vampires, but you’re certain you’ve handled worse threats. Contrary to what he might believe, you’re not one to be dominated.

“I could have handled myself.” You whisper, eyes peering into his. “But… thank you.”

He pauses. Your energy is shifting. You’re receptive to him. After endless nights of watching over you, having you grow used to his presence, ensuring that you miss him when he’s not around — are you finally ready?

“You could have handled yourself.” The vampire echoes. “Is that why I was the one to act?”

He dips down, smooth black locks tickling your face. Brazenly, his lips brush against yours. He closes his eyes for the serene moment, taking you in. He’s amused that you don’t pull away. Yes, perhaps you want this, too.

“My sweet Goddess.” He purrs. “Have I not shown you that I’m capable of protecting you?”

You stir restlessly. He notices your thighs rubbing together, unconsciously creating friction in your lower region. You don’t seem to have any control over your physical form. Humanistic sensations are afflicting you. Lust is meant to be a foreign concept to higher beings, isn’t it? You’re reaching for a forbidden fruit.

“You… have done your best.” You admit, frowning gently. “I thanked you, didn’t I?”

“Thanked me!” He scoffs incredulously, planting a ginger kiss to your jaw. “The woman of my deepest fixations need not give me gratitude; she need only give me a fair chance.”

He indulges in your beauty, trying with every fibre of his undead being to avoid stealing a glance at your neck. His mood is different than it was a moment earlier. He wants to feed on you while he fucks you. The urge is damn near unable to be repressed.

“I want to claim you.” He confesses, voice husky and baritone. “But… I shouldn’t.”

He tries to believe what he says. He really, really does. Except he can see the panic rising on your features, and it’s driving his animalistic senses up the wall. It’s the first glimpse of your anxiety. You, a gorgeous creature, trusted a starving vampire to get this close to you.

The vulnerability you’re exuding is intoxicating. It’s making his head spin. He inhales your natural scent. His long tongue flickers out to lap upthe subtle layer of sweat on your quivering throat. That’s enough deliberation. That’s enough abstaining. He’s going to do it. He can’t stop himself.

Maybe you really are a witch, casting spells to lower his locus of control so you can vanquish him when he’s preoccupied. He chuckles darkly. That would be fun. He’s always preferred a mate he can play with prior to totally dominating them.

“My dear… you’re irresistible.”

Alucard’s fangs protrude, and he gradually sinks down to the area above your collarbone. Softly, you moan. He hums approvingly when you bear your neck for him. His mesmerizing orbs become predatorial. He’s dreamt of this moment. He going to guide you into the afterlife with him, and make you his first wife in decades.

At the last second, the tides shift.

From the heavens, a ray of light rains down on him. He notices a second too late. By the time he retracts, and leaps back from you, one of his long legs is trapped in the beam. It severs instantly. Although he doesn’t feel it, there’s a humiliation to the act which causes him to howl.

He skids to one knee and bares his teeth. With a gloved hand, he wipes the drool that dropped from the side of his mouth — evidence of his lust for you. He’s speechless. Rage and vigour twist in his chest.

You’re hovering a few inches above the ground. A bright light pours out of your eye sockets and mouth. You’re grinning at him.

“You didn’t actually think I’d willingly let you turn me, did you?” You snicker cruelly. “Foolish Dracula.”

He growls lowly. You know what it does to him when he hears you utter his name — his true alias from days of old.

“Tempting little witch.” He snarls, fangs protruding from his ajar mouth. “Why do you give me the illusion of possessing you, as if I have not spent countless nights resting on your limerence?”

He lost sight of himself. His safety ought to override his impulses. But in that moment, when he saw how submissive you — a powerful Goddess — were being to his touch, he was a slave to desire. You could have killed him with your offensive light. That excites him. You really are capable of eviscerating Anderson, aren’t you?

You return to the ground. The whiteness beaming from your eyes and mouth also tapers off. You’re back to how he recognizes you in no time, except the smirk hasn’t left your features.

“Can I rely on you to keep your mind on the mission, thirsty corpse?”

He wonders what it would be like to overpower you now. You wouldn’t let him win easily. In fact, he doesn’t know the extent of your strength just yet. You stand a good chance of destroying him. He’ll have to be patient if he wants a shot at obtaining you.

He’s coming around to the idea that it wasn’t the time to turn you. Integra would have been pissed. She was lenient when he turned Seras, but you? And in the middle of a crucial expedition, no less? She wouldn’t have shown him mercy this time. But… part of him doesn’t care; part of him — a deep, hushed voice at the back of his mind — urges him to do it anyways, that a mighty king is more than deserving of an all-powerful queen. It’s you who incites the covetous side of him.

“You can.” Alucard snickers humourlessly. “Until our work together is complete.”

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yan-lorkai · 5 months ago

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Yandere!Alucard x Reader who works as a soldier for the hellsing organization. Interaction where reader got attacked and Alucard couldn't help but intervene...he also couldn't help but clean the blood off your face. Would like if the reader enjoyed the thrill of it too, lots of yan!Alucard interactions make the reader despise him but i find him cute</3, please and thank you!!♡

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Finally finished this aaaa, this turned out to be way longer than I intended to be. Hopefully you like it as much as I did writing it, darling. Sorry you had to wait for a while for this.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, implicit attempted sexual attack, overprotective!Alucard.

There was blood dripping from their chin, descending like a red waterfall to their neck and chest and it made your nose wrinkle every time the hot air blew the iron scent toward you. You almost gagged everytime this happened, it was all over the place, disgusting yet so familiar.

The gun in your hands was a little heavy, but it also kept you in the current moment, grounded, present. You didn't know how many shots you still had, you just wished it was enough

The only sound you could hear was your heart beating like crazy inside your chest, desperately. You knew fear, death, pain, they were part of your job: training, planning, killing ghouls. You knew it all, you were confident on your skills, but it was different this time, your entire squad had died. It had been destroyed in an ambush. You still remember how certain your captain was that it was you, Hellsing agents, who would ambush and kill those vampires.

He was so wrong! If you could go back in time, you'd tell him how they were waiting for you, how they massacred you all.

Luckily your teeth stopped shaking some time ago and the vampires seemed too distracted to notice the smell of your blood and how your heart that was beating loudly. If they noticed it would be the end of you and with your death, your entire squad would vanish. That is if before that they didn't want to play with you first, mentally and physically. You hope not, otherwise you would kill them with your hands and teeth. No one would touch you indecently.

Hidden like a mouse, you watch them and make plans. There are three vampires among your comrades bodies, feeding on them, laughing and cracking jokes about something you can't hear, and judging by their appearance they are not armed, yet, you know what they can do even unarmed, you know the innate strength they have. There were more vampires but those left a little while ago.

Should I shoot them? You asked yourself, raising your weapon just a little, having one of them in your sights, your finger on the trigger, before giving up this idea. Despite hating your impotence, you knew that even if you took some distance to shoot them, they would only need five, at most six seconds to be face to face with you. And then you would met your death. A slow, painful death as your comrades did.

What to do then? You think indecisively.

The only thing you could do was wait for Alucard to come and kill them all. You knew he was going to come, you knew because it was about you and he was so possessive of you. If wasn't for Integra's orders for him to not bother you, you don't even want to think what he was going to do with you. And while you loathed to thought to spend time with him in any form, today, right now, in fact you wouldn't mind.

Right now if he was to appear at your side, you could even hug him. That beast wouldn't let go of you and would tease you to no end, sure, but at least you would be safe and sound in his arms, safe enough to cry and to grieve. At least you could feel that there's someone there with you who cared, even if it was a twisted way of caring.

It was not the first time that you met death in a mission but certainly was the first time that a mission took all your comrades life. Promises, secret jokes and handshakes, every precious little memory was all yours now because there was nobody else to share it. The little family you found in them, destroyed. Silent tears burned in your eyes but you held them in place.

You had to be strong, you had to survive and tell their family what happened, you had to watch them get buried as they deserve, even if there wasn't much to bury. But it was so difficult to be strong.

Giant sequoia trees stretched high into the sky, blotting out the last sun rays that were stubborn enough to make it through the thick foliage. The forest was so quiet as if it was taking a long nap at that time, you couldn't even hear the owls hooting anymore. The dark and the silence only made you more aware of your heavy breathing and your heart. Badum, badum, badum. Did they could hear it too? Gods, you hope not.

The vampire were as silent as possible, talking among themselves while gesturing and making faces. You couldn't hear them but you could do the only thing that you had been doing for the last hour: you could still watch them.

Go away, go away, just go away already. You prayed for whoever wanted to hear you, begging, legs already aching from how much time you spent sitting in this position.

As the minutes crawled by, your heart pounded an erratic rhythm, mimicking the thud of drums echoing in your ears. Every fiber of your being screamed for stillness, for silence, as you clung to the shadows, praying they wouldn't detect your presence and the smell of your blood as they started walking again.

The vampires, teasing and mocking each other, moved with a grace that came with the years lived, almost as if they were floating, distancing themselves from the gorey scene in slow steps. You watched with bated breath, not even daring to breath a little loud so as not to get their attention.

They were vile and disgusting.

They bragged about everything they've done to those poor women and how they killed the men. About how they could kill it slower to savor the hot blood and the tears and screams.

Just a few more seconds, you thought. Your whole body shaking from fear or relief, you didn't even knew it.

Then, one of the vampires stopped mid-sentence, their gaze piercing through the darkness as if sensing something amiss. Panic surged through you, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin as your mind raced with dread. A twig broke somewhere. Somewhere near you.

You looked behind you; nothing there yet. But your weapon was ready and so were you, so ready to pull the trigger and shoot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

With a predatory glint in their eyes, the vampire's lips curled into a sinister smile, their attention honing in on your direction. In an instant, they closed the distance between you, their movements swift and predatory.

And you shot him. Once, twice, till you lost count.

His fingers were still streached out to curl over your arm when he fell and you didn't waste another second there, crawling away without caring about the mud on your nails or the pungent smell of the vampire's blood dripping down. Finding the other vampire became your priority; you knew his companion wouldn't be pleased to discover they had let a human escape alive.

The dense foliage obscured your view and you felt so alone and small, you're so small while you stood beside the trees in the open field. You were isolated here with no help. Branches snagged at your clothing and twigs snapped underfoot, each sound amplifying the stillness of the night.

Then, a laughter.

Crueler and evil than you ever though to be possible.

It was a laughter devoid of humanity, a malevolent symphony that sent shivers down your spine. You froze in your tracks, heart pounding in your chest as the realization sank in — your adversary was near, reveling in your fear.

And you were a mere mouse in an open field. They could see you but you couldn't see them. You raised your rifle blindly and aimed in the direction of the sound. It was useless but you would fight anyway, forcing your ears to work even more than they could.

The laughter echoed again, closer this time, weaving through the trees like a haunting melody. It was a mockery of everything good and pure. Dread washed over you, mingled with a primal urge to flee, yet you stood your ground, steeling yourself against the terror that threatened to overwhelm.

A shadow passed through you and you shot it. Nothing.

With startling speed and force, the vampire lunged from the shadows, crashing into you with a weight that knocked the breath from your lungs. The impact sent you sprawling to the forest floor, leaves and twigs crunching under the sudden weight.

Pain shot through your body as you struggled beneath the vampire's relentless grip, their cold, inhuman strength pressing down on you. Panic surged, adrenaline flooding your senses as you grappled with the realization of your situation. Your weapon was far from you.

Above you, their laughter echoed once more, now tinged with a triumphant edge that chilled you to the bone. It was a reminder of their dominance, a cruel symphony that made fun of your struggle against their overwhelming power.

"Not so feasty now, are we?" They said in a false soft tone. "Didn't know a cute thing like you were capable of such ire. I almost want to taste you right here and now."

Every instinct screamed for escape, for survival. You felt their hands fondling the skin from your hips slowly, feeling every inch, their nails playing with the hem of your pants.

Desperate to break free, you fought against the crushing weight, clawing at their arms while tears flooded your eyes and made everything blurry. But the vampire's hold remained unyielding, their grip was like iron shackles binding you to the ground.

In a fit of anger, you headbutt them hard. "Fuck you."

Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, you twisted and thrashed against the vampire's grasp, fueled by a primal urge to break free from their suffocating hold as they laughed. It was then that you spotted a rock laying nearby, one they didn't realized it was there yet.

With a surge of determination, you seized the rock and swung it with all your might against the vampire's temple. They recoiled with a guttural hiss of pain, momentarily loosening their grip over you.

"I'm going to fucking kill, bitch!" They screamed. For a second you felt proud for hurting them, even if just a little.

That was for every comrade you lost. For the fear that consumed you, for the pain you were feeling. You smiled at the blood trickling from their temple, you hoped this would hurt their pride before you killed them.

Taking advantage of their state, you crawled a few meters without caring about the small sharp rocks that ripped your elbows and knees off. It hurts but it wasn't enough to make you stop. It only served to make you crawl faster, faster than how they could recover, faster than the cold air that seeped into your tired bones.

A few more inches... Just a few mor-

You were pulled back by your legs, the vampire was much more harsher now in their attempts to hurt you. He was much more angrier. You kicked and struggled but nothing seemed to work now. Not that it worked before.

The vampire’s fangs gleamed in the dim light as they snarled, their grip on your ankles tightening painfully. You were being dragged across the cold, damp ground, blood escaping through your wounds, every second spent letting you be taken closer to that creature. Panic surged through your veins as you struggled desperately, but nothing seemed to work.

Suddenly, a shadow moved at the edge of your vision. You barely had time to register it before a powerful voice cut through the night, deep and commanding. You used to dislike this voice, this familiar tone.

You wanted to cry and scream for his help now.

"Enough."

The vampire froze, their grip on your legs slackening. You twisted around to see a tall figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Clad in a long, red coat, his crimson eyes glowed with an eerie intensity. It was Alucard. He was finally there to help you.

The vampire hissed, releasing you entirely as they turned to face the new threat. Alucard’s presence was overwhelming, his aura of power unmistakable. He stepped forward, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator stalking its prey.

He was confident, unafraid. The other vampire though they seemed like a newbie.

"You'll pay dearly for touching my human." Alucard's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. "The likes of you were always so stupid and weak anyway."

The vampire lunged at him, but Alucard was faster. In a blur of motion, he sidestepped the attack and delivered a crushing blow to the vampire's chest. The creature flew backward, crashing into a tree with enough force to splinter a trunk.

Alucard advanced, his eyes never leaving the vampire. He drew his twin guns from his coat and aimed it at the creature, who was struggling to rise from the ground. They were hungry for blood and pain, they were ready.

"Pathetic," Alucard sneered. "You should have known better."

With a deafening crack, Alucard fired. The bullet struck the vampire squarely in the heart, and the creature let out a horrific scream as their body hit the ground. But this time to never stand up again.

And you still lay on the ground, breathing heavily, trying to comprehend what had just happened. One second you were certain that you were going to die, the other he was there to save you, just like you wished for. Alucard turned to you, his expression softening slightly.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, his voice gentler now.

You shook your head, still too stunned to speak. Alucard extended a hand, helping you to your feet. His grip was surprisingly warm.

"It could be worse." You faked a laugh. Still the sound was dry, devoid of life and happiness, exhausting kicking in now that the fear was dissipating.

His voice held a rare warmth, offering a fleeting glimpse of gentleness that seemed almost out of character for Alucard, the infamous No Life King. At least for those that didn't knew him like you unwillingly did, that is.

Alucard noticed you shivering and trembling even you seemed to not notice. Frozen tears streaked down your face, betraying the emotional turmoil you were in. As he spoke those words, "You're safe, darling," the nickname that usually annoyed you to no end was now carried with an unexpected tenderness.

His crimson-stained hands tenderly wiped away your tears, a gesture both comforting and unsettling as he licked the blood from your cheek, rough tongue leaving behind a trail of saliva. He scanned you with a sharp gaze searching for any sign of injury. Finding none that was too worrisome - you had a few scratches here and there but with time those would go away, plus he didn't carried alcohol to disinfect them on him -, he seemed momentarily relieved, a rare expression on his usually stoic face.

"Let's get you home. You need a bath and a hot tea," Alucard suggested, his words usually brushed off under different circumstances now resonating with practical concern. Normally, you would have resisted, instinctively wary of spending any unnecessary time in his company. But tonight was different.

Exhausted and drained, you found yourself nodding in agreement, leaning into his reassuring presence as you both made your way back to the headquarters of the Hellsing organization. Alucard was matching his step with yours, so slow, watching over you like a hawk over their fledgling.

It was a moment of unexpected vulnerability that you were showing just now, the first time you hadn't recoiled from his proximity or fought against his touch even if it disgusted you. Yet, even as you allowed yourself this brief respite, the knowledge of who he truly was lingered in the back of your mind. Alucard was not just any vampire; he was a creature of immense power, capable of ending lives with a mere snap of his fingers.

"Thank you." You whispered so low and softly. It was all you could muster right now. "For saving me, thank you."

Trusting him was a dangerous gambit, a compromise you reluctantly made for now, knowing full well the precariousness of your situation. But for now, in the quiet walk back home, with his presence strangely comforting despite everything, you allowed yourself to lean on him, if only for a moment.

A smile graced his lips. "It was my pleasure, darling."

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animeyanderelover · 8 months ago

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Alucard's part is a lot shorter in here as I had to be a lot more detailed for Sebastian, Claude and Ash all falling in love with the same darling.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, paranoia, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, abduction, death

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Angel s/o

Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus & Ash Landers

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Undoubtedly is it your presence that is going to be the first thing that will draw all of those men to you. You see, it is quite rare that asupernatural creature crosses the path of another one as only Shinigami have an active social life together, although one mainly build on their work. Demons are lonesome creatures who rarely spend time with their one kind or any existing creature out there as they are a species known to follow merely their one greed and desire and exploring everyone that could give them an ounce of pleasure, even if only for a brief moment. Angels are very withdrawn from the world in general, finicky with whom they spend their time with as they especially avoid demons for their lifestyle. They are pretentious but they at least have some boundaries. It is already a miracle that two demons and an angel exist within the same town, all bound temporarily by something in there. Yet perhaps it has been fate that has led all of them here as their mate also finds their way to London.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Perhaps it is Ash who spots you first as he is the one least bound to the person he is serving as the Queen is a mere tool to serve his greater purpose. Ash upon finding another one of his own kind would be already ecstatic as it is for he has been shunned by them and the isolation shows itself as he is euphoric to find you. His joy is only heightened upon realising that both of you are bound by fate together, his rapture bringing him down to his knees as he gazes at you with reverent eyes, clasping your hands in his as he hastily utters that he'll arrange you only the finest accomodation. It seems like fate is smiling down on him as not only his plan is proceeding well but now he has also found his one true soulmate. The cleansing of London shall be his present to you as a sign of his unwavering adoration and dedication. Yet not only his greatest joy can overshadow his paranoia. Not only because of the common scum but because he's aware of two evil forces lurking within London.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Sebastian is perhaps the second of the trio who discovers you as Ciel is heavily involved with the Queen as his house has sworn loyalty to her. Ash, even whilst begging for you to stay and wait for his return as he has to accompany the Queen, is unable to stop you as you are also an angel and for that possess powers of your own. You head out despite his warnings and pleas and so his biggest fear comes true as you are sensed by Sebastian and he senses you just as much. You are quite baffled as you sense the connection that humans could never share. Not only because a mating bond between a demon and an angel has been unheard of so far but also because you thought your mate was Ash. It is as disturbing as it is intriguing as you never knew that it was possible to be bound to more than one person. A short look of astonishment seems also to cross the butler's face as he senses that you are no human either before a devilish and handsome grin settles on his face as he makes his way to you.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️he bows courtly as he introduces himself as Sebastian of the Phantomhive mansion and asks for your own name, his red eyes intently and curiously studying you. You feel slightly uncomfortable in his presence as you can sense his greedy aura and even he seems to silently acknowledge your aura as the one of an angel, although he isn't 100 % certain just yet. Yet the mating bond has you gravitating towards this man and so you spend a lot more time than you anticipated with him, even though you still have your guard up. Especially since his hands like to brush against you during the conversation as he gets closer and closer to you only for you to quickly take a step back. Both of you are snapped out of it when Ash suddenly appears. His white hair wild and messy as if he has pulled at it and his purple eyes wide and paranoid as he pulls you behind him, doing his best to keep his composure in public. Red eyes observe you two before they widen in shock before squinting in displeasure. Sebastian knows.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Ash has already been hysteric when he couldn't find you in your room and searched for you in sheer panic only to find you in company of the very creature he wanted to keep you away from. Yet when you confess to him that you felt the mating bond when meeting the demon as well, he shatters completely. He paces back and forth in your room, chewing his lips until he tastes blood as his eyes dart anxiously up and down as if he will find the answer if he keeps on looking enough, his hands trembling. This can't be right. It must be the work of the sinful demon who has manipulated something to mess with your senses. An angel as pure as you can't be bound to a being of greed and darkness. You hear him muttering under his breath as he walks in circles in your room, the sight reminding you of a man possessed, before his gaze lands on you and within a few long strides he stands in front of you, holding your hands and promising you that he'll protect you from the hands of the stained demon.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️As Ash and Sebastian already gear up for a fight over you, Claude remains still unaware of you. Alois is a demanding and clingy brat after all so he hasn't made any acquaintance with you yet. Still, there is something that has caused him to feel longing for someone, has drawn him to the city of London. It is a pinching sensation, one that seems to twist with his black heartstrings and it has caused him to feel quite moody. He attempts to dismiss the feeling yet the other demon servants around him notice whilst Alois seems to ignore Claude's recently soured mood. Eventually he receives message that a ball will be held for the Queen, one Alois is also requested for. The young boy takes the chance excitedly as he knows that he can torment Ciel again and Claude, despite feeling quite annoyed when thinking about the demon butler of the Phantomhive boy, somehow also feels an underlying sense of urgency for the ball to come sooner. Almost as if someone really important awaits him there...

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️In between tears Ash asks of you to stray away from Sebastian and to hide yourself. Somewhere you understand his sentiment and for the people there you have little interest yet it is the demon you still wish to see even if you know that demons are natural enemies of your kind. Yet his tears tug at your heartstrings and so you promise him to stay away as good as you can. Sebastian's eyes naturally search for you as soon as the young lord and him arrive, his looks impeccable as he has made sure to look as good as he can when he meets you again. Instantly the scathing glare of Ash is on him and both of them look at each other with disdain, although the angel is more obvious with his feelings. Eventually Sebastian gives him a taunting grin though, one that nearly causes Ash to lose composure as he knows instantly what the demon is planning to do once he finds you, defiling your beauty and purity with his sinful hands. That is when another presence suddenly enters the hall.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️Claude is fairly surprised to notice how little Sebastian is minding him in comparison to what he is used to as he instead notices how there is a new bad blood going on between him and Ash. Claude has little experience with Ash, although he is aware of his nature as an angel so that alone makes him already dislike the white-haired man. But he can't help but wonder what must have occured between Ash and Sebastian to be on such bad terms as he can sense killing intent from both of them, especially from the angel who seems to keep his eyes always on Sebastian as if to keep him within his sight. As the ball goes on, Claude slowly notices a weird pull in his chest that urges him to follow something. Initially he decides to ignore it but it grows worse as time passes on until he eventually decides that he can't forget about it. Without informing Alois, he quietly leaves the scene and follows where his instincts guide him to until he spots a lonesome figure in the hallway. When he meets eyes with you, he instantly realises why he has been feeling so weird for a while now.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️The amazement and wariness in your eyes is almost reflected in his own as he senses that you are no ordinary human yet he can't pinpoint exactly what you are. You observe him cautiously as he steps closer, straighting his posture as he asks you for your name and why such a beauty as you is not joining the ball like all of the guests. Truth be told though, he is glad for the privacy he has with his mate as golden eyes examine you with growing desire. Soon he is standing right in front of you, gloved hands reaching up to touch your face when suddenly Sebastian and Ash appear. Ash has already drawn his sword, fully prepared to cut of the hand that just tried to touch you whilst Sebastian's eyes have turned magenta as he lets out a growl more reminiscent of the true creature he is than what he portrays to be under the ordinary crowd. Claude instantly senses the warning within the growl, the unspoken claim that the other demon has already laid on you which causes his eyes to turn magenta too as he also lets out a growl. The air is tense and heavy and you know that the only reason all three of them aren't on each others throat now is because you are still standing there.

🐈‍⬛🕷️▫️The burden of being mated to three men at once is unheard of and it becomes a heavy burden for you as you realise that all of them will eventually kill each other to claim you for only themselves and your heart is silently wailing over the thought of losing two of three mates, even though you know that they could never work together. Ash isolates you completely from that day on, terrified that the demons will lurk outside and hunt you down as soon as you leave the building where he resides in with the Queen. You as an angel should know after all how cunning and wicked the demon kind is. Meanwhile Claude and Sebastian are also silently doing their preparations to get rid of the competition to have you only for themselves. Whilst Claude has the other demon servants and Ash has Pluto at his service, Sebastian has no such allies and he knows that as he calculates his own plan. The inevitable confrontation will soon come and then the entire city might be left in shambles...

Alucard

🩸Alucard has quite an interesting view on the topic on God which shaped his past significantly as he used to believe that having faith alone wasn't enough to get God's attention and that only by accomplishing great deeds would God be on his side. This belief of his was crushed when he ultimately sacrificed everyone and lost the war, leading him to believe that God had abandoned him and in return chose to do the same. Through years of immortality he has eventually come to the realisation that it was his own fault that led to his downfall as a human. Nevertheless, it is an interesting relationship he has to you as angels are commonly known as servants and messengers of God. He has abandoned God, has abandoned his own humanity as well and you may very well view him for his past sins as a monster that has long left the righteous path. It is natural to be wary around Alucard and the vampire understands yout caution and distrust as he himself has learned to regret his immortal life.

🩸Normal human eyes are unable to perceive the higher being that you are yet to his eyes and by extention even to Seras eyes your true identity is noticable. A dull glow of a hallow constantly embracing your body, your aura a contrast to the darkness of his own. It is repelling as much as it is appealing yet Alucard is tactful when he is around you. You are no ordinary vampire nor a common human, you are something much more and it is almost laughable that the very man who lost faith in God in the past now meets you with the slightest hint of reverence as someone who has learned to not use God's name as an excuse for the actions he took out of madness and lust. At the same time he recognises that redemption for him is impossible for he has chosen to forsake the human life he was gifted for immortality. This silent acknowledgement silently seems to fuel his greed though as there is no punishment from any holy beings he has to fear for he is already outside the mortal realm.

🩸He hides your presence from the Vatican and Alexander Anderson as they are a very religious group and he is sure that they would try to interfere if they were to find out that the No-Life King has been having his eyes on you for a while now. Surely they would see it as a blasphemous act for a creature of darkness and night to yearn for a creature of purity and light, although surely it is in character for a being closer to the devil to yearn for forbiddenlust. Anderson, by no accounts a normal human being, would surely also be able to sense the otherwordly creature that you are and would defend you against Alucard. Surely you don't need any protection as you are able to defend yourself against those who don't know any better yet even you seem to want to avoid a conflict with the man who is trapped in a darkness where even you can't bring him salvation anymore. In a way you suppose Alucard is ultimately just a pitiful and lost soul who is now forever a prisoner of an eternal life, doomed to remain detached from all life for all eternity as an outsider.

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thewriterwhowritesnot · 2 years ago

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What do you think on yandere submissive Alucard like I know you all want this dom Alucard which I want to btw but how about alucard the would sit on your lap and want you to slap his but as much possible

I'm glad you brought this up. Sub!Alucard has not been getting enough love. I feel like yandere!sub!Alucard is an extremist. He loves having your attention and affection but he’s greedy about it. So greedy that it causes you to be obviously irritated and bothered. Once he’s aware of what it takes to inspire that kind of reaction from you he’d fall into a masochistic pattern to bring out the worst in you. It’s a corruption kink brimmed with a desire to look into your eyes and see a monster that mirrors his own.

#yandere!alucard asks #yandere!alucard #sub!Alucard #gem speaks

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kiame-sama · 7 months ago

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Listen, listen, listen so, as someone who is a hard-core sub who wants someone else to take care of her, and is also someone super repressed and bratty because of it...how would alucard and Evan(or one of them if you don't feel like writing for both ) react to a darling that's all mouthy and bratty and with a "I do whateverthe fuck I WANT"attitude, only to fold the SECOND she's grabbed on the back of her neck, I mean blushing, I mean whimpering and wiggling your legs submissive, anyway ❤️ ya

(Didn't know which Alucard so I went with Hellsing Alucard)

Obviously, adult themes under the cut.

Warnings; Yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere behavior, bratty behavior, dominant behavior

- Alucard will let you get away with quite a lot of this behavior despite the fact that he could easily put you in your place. He certainly has no qualms about making you a blushing whimpering mess right in the middle of one of your "I do what I want" tyrades, but he finds it much more entertaining to let you do as you will. It doesn't really bother him either way and it does make for decent entertainment to listen to you go on about your independence.

- Alucard will really only intervene if Ser Integra asks him to or he feels like you need to be reminded of where you belong and who you belong to. The moment he grabs the back of your neck he has this knowing grin because he is fully aware that you will buckle and become a whining mess for him. He may even hold a little tighter just to watch your legs shake and your body start to bend to his whims.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere alucard #yandere hellsing

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 7 months ago

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Siren maiden kinda gives me Monica bellucis character in malena vibes like a her being the victim of her own beauty being desired and dehumanised by men projecting their fantasy's onto her and women despising her due to jealously and treating her with cruelty

Oh my gosh, yesss!!!

I love that movie, and yes, that is such a good way to put it!

The men see her for her beauty and her body, while the women see a threat to their marriage/relationships/family dynamic.

So she isn't a whole person to anyone, just a beautiful blank canvas, as you said, for projection.

That would be an interesting dynamic to explore if the villagers ever came to live at the castle. How would Greta and all the men/wives react to this gorgeous, usually scantily clothed, siren running about? There would probably be a few heated discussions or two about dress code in her future, especially if the women and mothers had anything to say about it.

Also... shout out to one of the best shots in cinematic history! Courtesy of Malena, of course ;)

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smallestapplin · 11 months ago

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I love your stories and the way you write! I'd like to request a story for Alucard as a loving yandere, it's rare to see anyone writing for game castlevania these days!Perhaps female s/o originally found him and awakened him to help beat dracula together after Richter went AWOL and afterwards he took her with him home?

I am so sorry. You sent this back in august and I've been dying 😭 I hope you like it, though I'm very sorry if it's a little all over the place. Please enjoy QwQ also I love you, thank you for allowing me to write castlevania. I adore the games so much.

🔞Cw : light possessive/yandere thoughts🔞

Word count : 2,044

When Alucard was awoken he expected to see a Belmont, or someone related to such, knowing the only reason to awaken him is for dire circumstances. Yet when his golden eyes opened to see who, it was just…you?

The tall vampire lowered himself to the ground, walking towards you. His eyes never leave your frame.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, but I knew you’d be the only one who could help us.”

“What happened.” He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re going to say.

“The castle of Dracula is back.”

Because of course, it is.

“But with its sudden appearance, Richter went missing!”

“Richter?” He supposes that’s someone of importance.

“Yes, he’s a Belmont and was determined to put an end to this, but he hasn’t been back for three years and that castle is still there. Please, I don’t know who else to turn to, no one else is strong enough to face the monsters of that castle.”

You don’t back away as he gets closer, it intrigues him.

He takes notice of how small you are compared to him, but that’s not saying much as he’s aware his height is not humanly possible to reach.

“You’re no Belmont, who are you?” His eyes never leave you, taking in every detail he can.

You have no courting gifts on your person, so you’re not a lover of one.

His ears twitch at the sound of your name, one which he repeats.

“I am a friend of the family, and I’m worried for him. I’d like to help you defeat Dracula and save my friend.”

He hasn’t had a companion in what, three hundred years? Oh, Trevor is mocking him in the grave, he just knows it.

“You may tag along, but I warn you this will take longer with you traveling with me. Dracula’s monsters are not to be underestimated.”

Why is it that when your eyes light up he feels something…warm inside his chest? He’s a monster just like the rest, he shouldn’t taint such lively humanity.

“Of course! I’ll do anything I can to help!”

The vampire hums, walking passed you as he takes his leave, with you tailing right behind him. He hates the feelings stirring inside him, he’s a creature of the night, a disgrace, and you are a saint in his eyes.

Day in and day out as you two travel, heading straight for Dracula’s castle, he can’t help but find himself smitten with you.

“Do you need to eat?”

“If you’re asking if I need blood, no I don't, I can eat whatever you bring.”

“Oh.”

He finds it so cute how you worry over him.

You’ve only met him days ago and yet you still insist on checking on him. You’re so warm, so inviting.

That Belmont is lucky to have someone like you as his friend.

But something twists in Alucard’s chest, something darker. Just how lonely had he been all this time? It was better for everyone in his mind, and yet here he is, longing for you to stay.

It grows each night as you sleep peacefully at your little campsite.

Every time he looks at your resting form, he can’t help but feel the urge to hold you, to have you, to listen to you whisper your love for him.

You wouldn't want a monster like him as a lover, he's a vampire for heaven's sake! You deserve someone who could properly love you as you should be.

And yet each night he finds himself sitting closer to you, each night he finds himself inching closer to your sleeping body.

If he's close enough he could feel your warmth.

How he wishes to curl around you, cape over you two just to bask in it.

The weeks it takes you two to get to the castle are some of the best and worst for Alucard.

You seem to find his dry humor and sarcasm hilarious, even shooting back with your sass.

He wonders how the Belmont managed to have you so close...

With the castle in sight, he can't help but feel a pit form in his stomach.

He's just one step closer to losing you.

"Alucard quickly, the gate!" Your voice brings him from his thoughts as he sees the gate's door being raised.

He huffs, grabbing you, having you over his shoulder as he sprints towards it. His vampiric speed lets him get there just before it closes.

And with a jump, he makes it, landing perfectly.

His arm around your hips and thighs doesn't loosen, but he can feel you shaking.

"Are you alright?" His voice was low, edging on being gentle.

You take a shaky breath, trying to steel your nerves.

"Yeah...yeah I'm okay. Just a warning next time, please?"

Next time? You want to spend more time with him, is that what you're saying? He carefully sets you down, making sure you're behind him as he turns to face the rest of the castle.

He narrows his eyes which stay locked onto the enemies ahead.

The low deep growls of the beasts before you keep you on guard.

"Stay behind me. I will protect you."

He stayed true to his word, you're almost certain he didn't even need you here. You watch in awe how the dhampir makes quick work of enemies, most of the time he'd catch them before they could even touch you.

In turn, if you could not put your sword to work, you decided to put your mage abilities to good use then, healing Alucard when the hips got to be too much for him.

Death couldn't get close to you, even when taking Alucard's items and yours. Yet you two held firm, pressing onward to put a stop to this and find your friend.

Walking through the castle, getting closer and closer to the end of the hallway you have to tell him.

"It's impressive how quickly you adapt to using weapons and items that aren't yours."

To you, you think he glances at you casually, as if he's done this all before.

But you miss the soft look in his eyes.

"My father and his minions made sure I could fight. I honed my skills in killing any monster in my path."

You know there must be so much to his story but you don't press for more, he's been through enough.

"Still, the skill of yours is deserving of praise. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"

Alucard can feel his heart pounding.

Why do his hands feel clammy? Has the room gotten hotter? Before he could answer as you two walk through the door, his words die in his throat at the sight of a human sitting in the stadium, laughing.

"Who are you?" But his question goes ignored.

"Servants, come forth from the gates of hell!"

Alucard widens his stance to fight, placing an arm in front of you to block you, yet his attention is pulled from the man to the two summoned monsters on either side of you two.

You jolt forward, hands on Alucard's bicep as you seem shocked.

"....Your blood. The scent of your blood. You're a Belmont!"

"Richter!" You finally call out, you should be relieved to see your friend is alive but it's tainted in confusion and hurt at his behavior.

"Attack! Rid my castle of these pests!"

With that he sits back, watching you and your companion fight for your lives against the Minotaur and werewolf. Though he's so disappointed when you two manage to beat them, and leaves before you could land the final blow.

You rush over to Alucard once it's safe, worry etched on your face.

"Are you okay? You didn't get hit too bad, did you?" You check him over, unaware of the emotions coursing through him at that moment.

He grinds a hand up slowly, placing it on your cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing across your skin.

"I'm alright, but what about you?"

He could feel a foreign feeling bubbling in his throat, almost akin to a purr when you lean into his touch.

"I'm fine. But that was Richter but he...he'd never want to resurrect Dracula, or do anything of this."

His heart hurts seeing you so conflicted.

"Worry not, we will stop him."

"Just...please don't kill him."

Alucard takes a deep breath, easing the anger welling up inside him. Do you want to protect that Belmont? He might've been your friend, but he just sicced monster at you two without a care.

He even had the nerve to call you a pest!

But how can he say no to the pitiful expression of yours?

"I'll do what I can."

Making your way once more through the castle, finding relics that you need, and trying to fight monsters for their items. You run into Maria, who's so happy to see you, even if she questions the stoic man next to you.

Alucard stays quiet as you two converse, though you seem relieved when she hands you the holy glasses. You're quick to hand them to Alucard.

He's already tired of everyone when he defeats a possessed Belmont, that annoys Priest Shaft by having the nerve to make him go through another castle.

But you are at his side, talking with him, healing him, and giving him just small touches to his arms and back.

He never realized how touch-starved he had become.

His quick strides become slow, he doesn't want this adventure to end, he needs to keep you with him.

He can't let you go, he can't let anyone hurt you.

As the castle goes up in a blinding light, he can faintly hear you happily chatting with your friends, how you sound close to tears knowing they made it alright.

The words of his father rang still clear in his ears.

'You're more like me than you think.'

He dreads ever thinking he'd be anything like Dracula.

But as he looks at you, he sees your smile.

He can understand his father's actions a little better.

Just the thought of you dying sends him into a frenzy.

"Alucard, I-"

"Come with me."

You jump back, a little shocked at his words.

"I'm...I'm sorry?"

The nearly seven-foot-tall man hunches over, making himself level with you.

"Join me in my travels. You make a perfect companion."

After watching you fight alongside him, even watching you fight the fake versions of his old friends in there.

How you came right back to his side to offer him comfort.

How you did the same right after the fight with the succubus.

He needs you.

You make him feel loved, and wanted, even if he's just a monster like the rest.

"What!? You can't expect them to go with you!"

His golden eyes lock with Richter's blue ones.

The Belmont looks flabbergasted the dhampir even suggested that.

"Richter, let them decide. They did save you and the world with his help you know."

He snaps his head towards Maria, mouth agape.

"I understand that, but who knows what other dangers they could face out there!"

Your chuckle brings them all to silence. Richter has always been so worried for you and your safety, much like a protective brother to you.

"Thank you for the concern, Richter, but I think I'll be fine." You look to Alucard, a soft smile on your face.

"I'd love to join you. This entire trip has been so much fun."

You can feel your knees go weak at the barely there smile that graces Alucard's face.

"I won't let you regret it."

As you bid farewell to your friends, promising to visit them.

You're blind to how Alucard eyes your neck.

If he turns you, you'd be stuck with him for the rest of your life, you could never leave him, and you'd be his betrothed for the end of time.

He could make or find you two a nice place.

Oh, he wants to hold you like he's dreamed of since the start of your journey.

And now you'll be alone with him, with no one expecting you home soon or at all.

You're his now.

He won't make the same mistake his father made, he will never leave you alone.

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tokoyamisstuff · 28 days ago

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In your opinion who is the worst yandere to be stuck with and why Alucard, Captain, Enrico, Alexander and Walter, jan.

A/N: Keep asking, my child is sick and I'm nap-trapped for hours a day. 😂 Written on my phone so pls bear with me. Also, I don't feel comfortable writing about Jan. Sorry. 🫶

Sorted from best to worst.

⚠️ Dead Dove - Do Not Eat. ⚠️

5. Alexander Anderson

"Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you." (Genesis 3:16)

As long as you play along, you have nothing to fear.

Just like with the orphans, Anderson is very gentle to those he is fond of. So he'll provide you with a domestic life, even though prisoned and heavily supervised.

Either himself or his trusted members of Iscariot always have an eye on you, making it basically impossible to even think of getting away.

The priest has some very strict demands about how you as his partner should act. Would never touch you against his will, though. He'd be fine with keeping his celibate as long as you're with him.

While controlling his bloodlust exceptionally well, he'll definetly let it out on others shall you misbehave. Preferably people close to you, claiming they're bad influence.

Better never mention you miss anyone from your old life, since he gets jealous very easily and with his kind of power he can make them disappear at a whim.

Other than that, Anderson really just wants you to be at his side and, in his wicked perception, protect you from this dangerous world.

4. Enrico Maxwell

"Don't be so fucking ungrateful. You were a nobody, and yet I treated you like a goddess!"

With Maxwell you'll feel like a bird in a golden cage.

He has a constant need to prove his worth, and overcompensates his lack at understanding true human connection with what he mistakes for care. So he'll shower you in gifts and other pleasantries, and takes it very personally when you don't properly appreciate his efforts in his eyes.

Also gets easily offended when you don't reciprocate his advances, especially when you deny him physically. But even smaller, more insignificant gestures he will over-analyze in his fear of rejection.

On the other hand I can see him being very subsceptible for flattery and the likes, so you can use his insecurities against him. Inflate his ego with sweettalk or whatever's necessary to keep him pleased.

The worst part is that he literally thinks you owe him affection.

3. Alucard

"Shh...it's over now. You endured so well, my love. As always."

Alucard is very confident to keep you at his side due to the sheer amount of might he possesses. So with him you get a lot of freedom, at least metaphorically. You can roam around a lot, talk to other people, almost act like you have a normal life.

He would never force himself on you due to his own experience with SA, but he won't be able to keep himself from taking your blood on the regulary. It's simply addicting to the vampire, and sometimes he goes overboard and leaves you anemic. A few times he almost killed you while indulging in the taste of your essence.

Being the abomination he is, he craves being accepted nonetheless, no matter what side of himself he presents you. He'll entertain himself by unleashing undescribable horrors just to cradle you in his arms shortly after, never actually physically but rather emotionally scarring you. After a while, sleep seems like an impossible task.

He is very well aware of the absurdity of his actions, but cannot seem to stop himself.

2. The Captain

This man is clouded in mystery, so I can see this go two very different ways: Either you're his sole sweet sanctuary from this cruel existence, or a moral support for the last remnant of his humanity.

While he is calm on the outside, still waters run deep. His love is a two-edged sword that will eventually end in your demise. The curse of immortality made him insane and nihilistic, and most of the time it's a walk on eggshells with him really.

In general the Captain is rather soft, but he doesn't see you as a person. You're like a doll, a toy to do however he pleases with, until he gets bored and throws you away...or you break. Whatever happens first.

Also, the man is part of Millenium. Most probably wouldn't dare messing with you, but the possibility of getting abused by the organization isn't completely off limits, for example if it's an order from the higher-ups.

Especially full moons are terrifying, making him even more violent and unpredictable.

1. Walter C Dornez

"If I can't have you, I'll make sure no one ever will."

The weakest yet most violent and unhinged of them all.

Stops at nothing to make you obedient, can rob you of your free will with little to no effort. It will start harmless with ruining your reputation, but ends up at extreme kinds of torture, like withdrawal of food or mutiliation to make you less appealing to others.

His paranoia is dangerous for you even when you did nothing wrong, there is no way you won't be punished one way or another. Being with him is merely a mixture of dread and immeasurable pain.

Nothing you ever do is good enough for him, because it's not genuine. That contradiction is driving him crazy, and will hopefully end your misery at some point.

#no one creates faster than a neurodivergent person with a hyperfixation #no hellsing content? imma do it myself then #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alexander anderson #alucard #the captain #enrico maxwell #walter c dornez #reader insert #yandere #writing #headcanons #alexander anderson x reader #alucard x reader #the captain x reader #enrico maxwell x reader #walter c dornez x reader #hellsing x reader

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vermont-writes-fanfic · 1 month ago

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Kinda curious on how you would rate the escapeability of yandere Alucard, Anderson, Enrico Maxwell and captain from hellsing

Hi Anon! I’m so sorry I just saw this but it’s a great ask!

The scale will go like this: 0= Inescapable 10= Complete Escape

Slight warning as ya know…yandere…

How escapable are they? PT.1

Alucard:

Escapability Rating: 1/10

"Is this a new game, little lamb?"

Okay so he doesn’t get a zero and for the single reason that I feel there is a small chance that you could pull it off. How long you’d escape him? Not very, however it *is* possible! He holds the firm belief that only humans can beat him in anything or best him, and I believe that extends to this. Even if you managed to escape him, you have to realise that to keep their little lapdog he has to be happy, so Sir Integra will likely waste no effort helping this man find you if it means that Alu with behave. Best to just learn to love him I guess~

Father Anderson

Escapability Rating: 0/10

"And where do you think you, are going?"

Father Alxander is nothing if not a man determined. There are too many of those vile creatures for you to be out and about without his protection, and since he is so busy keeping those monsters away from you and the orphanage you'll just have to stay put. Besides, the children love you there and he is always in a much more charitable mood when his darling is around to keep him satisfied. He's not above punishing you though, to think you could escape him is so silly of you. You belong to him.

Enrico Maxwell

Escabaility Rating: 5/10

"My precious Angel, where could you be~?"

This one really had me stumped for a minute, but ultimately this depends on how he sees you. He's a deeply religous man after all, if he sees you as a god send them you aren't going anywhere. He will have you buy his side for every visit, every meal, even his prayers he will have you by his side. The only time you have to escape is the window where he is a deep prayer or in a meeting with his subordinate Father Anderson discussing the business of the Vatican's Iscariot Association. He has zero eyes on you during this time and expects you to be a good little angel and stay in his room until he is done. He has too much faith in you, but has his spoiling his little angel convinced you to stay?

The Captain

"...Stay."

Escabability Rating: 4/10

Hear me out okay? He is the only one who sees you more as a lover than just some pretty little thing to keep locked up. However, he's extremely protective of you and has your scent ingrained in his memory like his life depends on it. If you did escape, which would be pretty easy under the right circumstances, he'd be on the hunt for you Immediatley, and only the sharp order of his superiors would be able to sway him, that and the taste of his own blood. He would never stop searching for you and even when you are far away you can hear his howling, he's never far from finding his prescious mate and you'll end up in his arms again if you aren't careful. But is that really so bad?

A/N:Thank you so much for your ask and I'd love to get some more!

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yan-lorkai · 7 months ago

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Hello Lorkai, I hope you are well and the heat these days does not overwhelm you too much! I wanted to ask you and if you feel comfortable, write a Drabble or fluffy hc of Yandere Alucard who is in a relationship with a woman who has a child from another past relationship and if you don't feel comfortable with this request, you can ignore it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You were a little scared of how Alucard and your child would react to each other. You love Alucard, but he is not at all soft and has no tact when he expresses himself, often doing things without thinking because he knows he is the strongest being in the entire world. Still, when your relationship starts to get serious, you decide it's time to introduce the two of them to each other and hope they get along.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And Alucard tries. He tries hard to find topics to talk about with your child, to impress them, to not seem as scary as he normally is. His weapons are in his holster, hidden, instead he offers your child sweets and a wide smile. What a sight... It's funny. Hilarious even. If Integra and Seras could see this, you have no doubt they would start laughing.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Although he is a little awkward in his interactions, Alucard is everything a child loves in a new friend. He has cool powers, can transform into anything, super strong, but he lets your child win in every fight they have and every round of hide and seek.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows that being a single mother has its difficult sides and that sometimes you don't have time to take care of yourself or do something you want, always prioritizing your child. So Alucard convinces you to go do whatever you want while he takes care of the little one, he totally doesn't plan on teaching your child how to shoot and how to recognize a vampire/ghoul, you can rest assured :)

#yandere hellsing #yandere hellsing ultimate #yandere alucard #yandere alucard x y/n #yandere alucard x reader #alucard x you #hellsing alucard x reader #alucard x reader #alucard #hellsing alucard #hellsing ultimate #hellsing ultimate alucard #lorkai headcanons #afab reader #female reader

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lesinquietes · 1 month ago

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Summary: It’s been a few months since you and your friends moved into the old house. Inspections of the entire place — including the cursed basement — were completed. The results showed nothing out of the ordinary. You begin to feel safer in your new environment, growing carefully more comfortable in a space that never belonged to you. Alucard has been watching, though; dormant in the shadows and eager to play with his new toy.

Pairing: Yandere!Alucard x AFAB!Reader

Warning: 18+ (minors don’t interact), horror, sexual themes, violence.

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Lots of psychological horror mixed with a bit of subtle lust. The buildup is happening fast. If I was reader I’d be subletting the shit out of my bedroom by now ngl

The Basement’s Monster I

You gaze out of your new bedroom window and take in the view. It’s dusk. Shadows are being cast by the trees and shrubbery surrounding your property. Within seconds of the sun’s descent, the house is swallowed by darkness; it sits in utter solitude, the closest road at least 500 metres away. This is a cryptic reminder that you’re actually here — in the very home you feared.

It’s been a month since you moved in. So far, nothing spooky has happened. The realtor didn’t find a single fault with the basement. When she asked the old man if he noticed anything out of sorts, he claimed he never went down there — bad knees. If his excuse didn’t do the trick, the realtor’s detective work served to convince you. After talking it over with your friends, you agreed to move in under one condition: the basement door must be locked tighter than a penitentiary. Graciously, no one disagreed.

“If it means you get to have peace of mind?” Cree shrugged. “No problem.”

“To be honest, I don’t even think we have anything to put down there.” Nelly asserted. “We have enough room on the first and second floors for all our stuff.”

It warms your heart to reminisce on their kindness. They care about you. Who else would sacrifice a whole portion of their rental to quell the fears of their roommate? Only the best of friends.

You bolted the basement shut with three different locks. Of course, they can only be disengaged from the outside. Initially, you didn’t know if it would be enough. He transcends the laws of physics, after all. But after zero incidents, you’ve started to believe restricting its access to the rest of the home sealed the deal. You certainly feel more at peace. And now that the horror is dissipating, you can finally see why your comrades liked this place so much.

It’s old and well-loved. It has an aged charm that you don’t see too often anymore; one that’s homely and tranquil. The road in front of you barely sees any traffic, and whatever vehicles do roll through are muffled by the tall evergreen trees decorating the grounds. Your closest neighbour is also roughly 500 metres away. It’s modern day seclusion.

You don’t bother to draw the curtains when you pull off your shirt and carefully remove your bra. Your pants come next, along with your underwear. You reach down to peel socks from fatigued soles, tossing them into your laundry basket with the rest.

Your chamber is cozy. Your bed is situated at the centre of the room, pressed against the furthest wall. Partially above it is a large window, shrouded by curtains fluttering gently in the autumn breeze. There’s a nightstand on one side, and a tall floor lamp on the other. The floor lamp has three arching claws that stretch over your mattress, golden bulbs illuminating your book when it comes time to read in the evening.

Your dresser sits in proximity to the door, wide enough to provide a surface for small trinkets and valuables. You keep a photograph of you and your friends atop it — a reminder that there is good in this world. Behind the grand item hangs a mirror.

A desk is shoved into the corner adjacent to your dresser, messy with notes and assorted books. Your laptop lives there, too. A chair is parked in the desk’s gap, wooden and uncomfortable. This is where you spend your work day.

There’s a door in the corner next to your dresser. It’s a closet. You twist the handle and hear the hinges squeal. After surveying, you yank your bath robe off a hanger and adorn it. The silky fabric is white, with black details of painted flowers and tall grass. Once tied, it dips halfway down your thighs, barely covering your backside. Not that it matters; no one is home but Ericson.

You exit your room and move down the upstairs corridor. The floorboards creak beneath your heavy footfalls. You have the first room at the top of the stairs. The bathroom is at the end of the hall, on the same side as you. Across from you are Cree and Nelly’s rooms. They’re at work. Downstairs, you can hear Ericson talking on the phone. She chose the only chamber on the main floor.

When you reach the bathroom, you open the door. It’s chilly, like outside. You frown when you identify the culprit. The window at the far end of the room, behind the bathtub, is wide open. The curtains flap with the nippy gusts that are flowing in from the night. Gooseflesh decorating your skin, you march to the problem and solve it. The window is shut with an abrupt clap.

From there, you bend down to run the shower. The washroom is Victorian-inspired, with a beautiful standing bathtub and a pedestal sink. A shower head was installed later, curving menacingly above the basin. The stream that gushes out is quite weak in comparison to what you’re used to. The realtor said it has something to do with the boiler being old and defective. The owner plans to replace it before winter.

You wander to the sink and begin to wash your face. Glancing into the mirror, you exfoliate your skin, cleansing it of the day’s stress. It feels good to do some form of self-care. With age, you recognize the need to treat your body with the respect it deserves.

Once you complete your task, you make your way back to the shower. Cautiously, you expose your wrist to the jet. You sigh, content. It’s ready for you.

Your robe drops to the floor. You step into the tub and close the curtain. As soon as the water hits your body, a soft moan leaves your lips. Your nervous system relaxes, and your mind straightens out. Eyes closed, you make the foolish mistake of thinking that you’re safe.

Alucard watches you from his hiding spot in the basement. He’s grinning from ear to ear, a droplet of saliva dripping down his pale chin as he remains transfixed by the image of your bare figure. How long has it been since he’s had a frigid body beneath his, serving and soothing him? More than a decade. Two decades, perhaps. But that doesn’t matter. He wants you, regardless of the pent-up lust that’s coiling around his loins.

From lying dormant, he’s harnessed enough strength to manifest himself in physical form. It’ll have to be brief, but he can’t have you trusting that what you saw on the day of the showing won’t come back to haunt you. He’s been picking up on some of your thoughts. If there’s one thing he despises, it’s false courage. His visit will teach you that it’s asinine to lower your guard in this hellhole.

Meanwhile, upstairs, you lather your hair with shampoo and scrub yourself down. The heat of the water is heavenly. You don’t recall the last time you were this relaxed.

Your anxiety has been on the rise recently, since you came across that beast during the showing. You kept anticipating to be hypnotized once more, but he hasn’t disturbed you. Didn’t he want this — infinite, unbridled access to you? At least, that was the sense you got from the encounter. Where is he now? Not that you’re complaining.

Alucard inhales greedily. The smell of your soaps is wafting down the hallway. His licks his lips. Despite the scent being artificial, he thinks it suits you. He deliberates how your blood will taste. If his intuition is right, there’ll be a sweetness to the coppery undertone. The last occasion in which he had that flavour on his palate was a century ago.

It’s difficult to restrain himself from laying claim to your neck. Despairingly, he wishes to plant a chaste kiss on its length before grazing his fangs across the target spot. He would feel your pulse and be unable to resist plunging into your jugular. The blood that would spurt from the wound would gush into his ravenous mouth and satiate him. No doubt, he’d be addicted to your unique taste.

Soon, he reminds himself sternly.

You hum a song you’ve heard a lot of lately. It’s been stuck in your head. Ericson’s a fan of indie rock and the like.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus,

But he talks like a gentleman,

Like you imagined,

When you were young.

You don’t know how ironic those lyrics are to the situation that’s unfolding beneath your conscious awareness. You will in due time. For now, only Alucard relishes in the mockery.

A squeak outside the bathroom door causes you to perk up. The words catch in your throat. Your heart pangs, disrupting the ambient serenity you’ve cultivated. Wordless, you stare at the shower curtain. It’s not transparent. You don’t know what’s stopping you from peeking out of it to investigate. Fear, perhaps, or the hope that it’s just Ericson.

Alucard clasps the doorknob, nesting the bulb in his palm. He snickers cruelly. You stopped singing. Shame. He was fond of the melody.

You hear the latch of the bathroom door click. It startles you further. You can feel your pulse thudding in your temples. Heart galloping in your chest, the frantic organ begs you to rip open the curtain and face the intruder. Your limbs are frozen. It’s oddly reminiscent of that day near the basement; you don’t think that’s a coincidence.

It can’t be Ericson. There’s a bathroom equipped with a sink and toilet downstairs. She wouldn’t use this one.

Something lets itself in. It closes the door behind it, barring you in this minuscule prison with its wrath. You know, in the recesses of your soul, that a monster beyond your scope of comprehension is lurking behind the curtain. Paranoia has become your friend lately; nevertheless, you understand when a genuine threat has presented itself. And it rattles you to the core.

Alucard’s dead hand, with jagged nails protruding from lithe fingertips, ghosts along the fabric that’s separating the two of you. He growls lowly. If he snapped the curtains from their hooks and dragged the whole ensemble to its demise, you would be vulnerable for him. You would cover your chest and womanhood as best you could, leaving your dainty neck exposed. It would be the perfect opportunity to—

He bites his tongue. No. Repetitively, he insists that this isn’t the night to turn you; there’s more to be done before then.

Your jaw unhooks as you register what you saw. The curtain seemed to quiver. Did that really happen?

All you can register, outside of your rampant adrenaline, is the noise of water striking the tin basin. It’s as though everything else is frozen in time. Images of that cryptid return to you. Each blink ignites a memory of him treading closer, whispering with his barbed tongue. You can almost hear him in the present.

Come, pretty human.

Petrified, you don’t breathe for what feels like an eternity. At last, your first exhale is measured — a futile attempt to regulate yourself. With courage akin to the Chernobyl divers, dipping into a radioactive pool, you raise your hand. Shaking with dread, you guide it to the precise location you saw the movement.

Alucard fights the urge to snatch your delicate wrist. He can see your silhouette. You’re about to rip open the veil, in a silly attempt to thwart him. He yearns to tug you into his firm chest, securing your figure while he lulls you into a submissive state.

In a flurry of bravery, you grasp the curtain and rip it open. A cry leaves your mouth as you do. The fabric flies, and what’s revealed is an empty space, housing solely your derangement. No being stands there. No creature is seeking to haunt you.

You stand there, motionless. Every inch of the room is scanned until you’re wholly satisfied that not a damn thing is out of place. The towels and cloths are stationary. Your supplies remain on the shelves next to the sink. Hell, even the toilet paper looks untouched.

“Okay.” You breathe under your breath. “What the hell was that?”

Maybe what you heard was the house settling. Recently, you spoke with Nelly about the creaks and groans that resound in this place, and how they’ll take some getting used to. This evening, you let your apprehension over-encumber you.

You desperately want to shake off the sounds. Something inside you begs to forget about this incident, to turn around and finish your shower without acknowledging the truth. Against your better judgement, you do. You close the curtain and inhale deeply. Your objective is singular: conclude your shower so you can get the fuck out of here.

You don’t sing another word. Speedily, you continue to rinse off, straining your hair and body of any soapy residue. You glare out the window. You didn’t bother to close the curtain. This is common for you. It’s unlikely that anyone will see you. Cree and Nelly won’t be home anytime soon, and no stranger has business at the house. Besides, you enjoy peering outside as you unwind.

You furrow your brows. That’s funny. It wasn’t this dark before. You could delineate the closest trees. It’s as though a blanket is obstructing your visibility.

That’s when you notice the pair bloodshot eyes glowering down at you. Your heart skips numerous beats. Your mind goes blank while you examine the fiend. His irises are crimson. His pupils are death. His grin is all teeth.

You can’t swallow your misgivings. The howl that flies from your mouth is unhinged. You stumble backwards, almost tripping and falling as you struggle to get away from the window. Miraculously, the curtain survives your plight. Your shin isn’t as lucky; you smack it against the tub as you barrel out the door. Wet and partially nude, save for a towel wrapped clumsily around your torso, you back away from the room.

“(F/n)!”

Ericson is mobilized, too. You can hear her dashing up the stairs to get to you. Reaching the top step, she immediately notices your unease.

“What’s wrong?!” She shouts, skidding to a halt next to you. “Did you just scream?!”

“There’s someone outside!” You contend, legs wobbling. “They were watching me!”

“Where?!”

Without a second thought, Ericson shoves her way through the ajar door, fearlessly entering the steamy room. You witness her search thoroughly around the small area. Shutting off the shower, she unhooks the window and sticks her head out. Interestingly, the black figure is nowhere to be found. Just as it disappeared when you tore open the curtain, it fluttered into nothingness when your friend responded to its wrath. It seems intent on making this experience personal.

Your friend ceases her inspection after discovering no lingering threats. Riddled with shame, you feel silly. It doesn’t help that you’re cold and damp. Your entire demeanour is miserable. Why couldn’t you have stayed and assessed the situation? Maybe things weren’t as they seemed. Then again, if the cause truly is supernatural, you might have saved yourself by reacting.

“I don’t see anyone.” She calls, frustration washing over her peachy visage. “Where were they?”

Aversively, you take a few steps towards the bathroom. You don’t dare go back inside. Instead, you point.

“Literally standing in front of the window.”

Ericson’s expression doesn’t waver. If anything, it deepens. She return to the hallway.

“In front of this window?”

She gestures over her shoulder, to the one in the bathroom. You stare at her like she grew an extra head. You’re dripping and clad in a flimsy towel. Where else does she think you came from?

“Of course!”

Silence for an interval; then, the punchline.

“I’m asking because we’re on the second floor.”

You purse your lips. You know that; you know how stupid this sounds. But you saw what you saw. You wouldn’t cry out for fun.

“I swear I’m not making this up.”

Ericson clasps your shoulder with a ginger hand, rubbing the bare skin to soothe your raw nerves. A whimper leaves your lips. She doesn’t believe you.

“I believe you.” She mutters, contradicting the lie she’s concealing. “It’s just weird to me how someone got all the way up here.”

It would be weird, if you weren’t dealing with a multi-dimensional being.

“E, I saw his eyes.”

“His?”

“Well—“

How do you explain that you met the monster in the basement on the day you viewed the house, and that you think it’s back to wreak havoc on you for no reason? Right; you don’t. Just like you can’t confess to knowing its gender.

“I… don’t know that for sure.”

She hums.

“In any case, we should ask Cree and Nelly to search the exterior when they get home tonight.”

“Absolutely.”

Even if she doesn’t agree with what you saw, and she’s simply conceding to make you feel better, that’s still a fine idea. It rained this afternoon. The ground will be damp. They can check for footprints. You don’t know if this thing is capable of leaving a trace of itself behind, but this will be a good test to confirm your suspicions. You believe it skirts between this world and another, picking and choosing which clues to plant. If your hypothesis is correct, they won’t find a thing.

Ericson swings her arms and glances in the direction of the stairs. You worry about being left to your own devices after this. Graciously, she isn’t one to leave a loved one stranded.

“Wanna come hangout?”

You cast her a shy simper.

“Do you have to ask?”

She chuckles.

"You gonna be okay?"

It's a gamble. He could sweep you away into nothingness tonight, when everyone else is asleep. Nonetheless, you nod. For now, with her partially aware of the situation, you're fine.

"I think so."

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen, then?"

"Sure."

She flashes you the peace sign, and you allow her to depart without qualm. You think the worst of it is over. The cryptid has been intercepted, and thus, it wouldn’t dare return tonight — not with everyone on guard. Despite that, it’s hard for you to discard the eerie imprint left by the event. Thick in the air, you find it taxing to breathe through the tension.

The top of Ericson’s head vanishes as she descends. Her footfalls are faint when she closes her bedroom door. Both of you are isolated once more, though it’s only you who’s anxious. If your comrade could comprehend half of what’s lurking in this house’s bowels, she might be, too.

Gradually, you walk back into the bathroom. You squint through the steam. Fear ices your heart, giving you pause. It’s the mirror; there’s something written in the fog.

A low groan rises from your abdomen. You gaze over your shoulder. Should you run and grab Ericson? No. You want to see what it says first. It could disappear by the time you return.

You tread closer to the message. Nausea rises in your gut.

YOU LOOK AS DELICIOUS AS YOUR BLOOD SMELLS

A shiver travels up your spine. You process the note as it begins to fade, questioning why you bothered to stick around. Arguably, you could have gone without knowing that the creature hunting you is a night stalker.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. “Not a fucking vampire."

You clap a clammy palm over your mouth. If he’s not a demon, then he must be a vampire. What other beast craves human blood? But as far as you know, they’re the stuff of legends. Sure, there was Vlad the Impaler, who brutalized his enemies and danced in their blood, and Elizabeth Bathory, who bathed in tortured virgin’s blood for eternal youth, but they weren’t actually fanged and inhuman. They couldn’t vanish. They couldn't transform into a flurry of bats. They couldn’t stretch as tall as the grand window in the bathroom. And they certainly couldn’t live forever... to your knowledge.

It's challenging for you to admit that this is the work of a bloodsucker. It’s illogical and frightening. It goes against what you understand about the universe. Worst of all, how can you hope to protect yourself against something that no one else believes to exist?

When Nelly and Cree got home, you and Ericson told them about the occurance. She said she heard you scream in the upstairs washroom, so she bolted out of her bedroom and met you at the end of the corridor. You narrated how you heard footsteps and saw a set of eyes. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Cree voiced his support for your otherworldly experience.

“There’s an overhang outside the bathroom window.” He offered. “Some creep could’ve climbed up to spy on you.”

“Mm-mm.” Nelly shook her head in dismay. “I do not want to think about that.”

“But who would go out of their way to do that?” Ericson argued, unconvinced. “The road is like, an eight minute walk.”

“The house is old and run-down looking. Wanderers could think it’s abandoned, and when they found it wasn’t, they stuck around anyway. They might’ve been casing us.”

Reflecting back, Cree made a few solid points. You’re glad he’s been willing to hear you out. He might be the one you turn to if things continue to unravel. At least you know he’ll be more dedicated to grasping your perspective than the skeptical Ericson.

“We should probably check for footprints, no?” Nelly prompted Cree. “And if we find any, let’s call the police.”

“Agreed.” Ericson interjected. “If someone’s fucked enough to walk all this way from the road, just to spy on us in the bathroom, I don’t want to find out what else they have planned.”

A grim undertone lied in her statement. They don’t yet believe the source of your dismay could be anything beyond human. After all, aren’t mortals scarier than the notion of demons and ghosts and vampires? With the way mankind treats each other, always implementing new ways to maim and kill, you ought to be worried about an intruder more than a v—

You chew on your inner cheek. You’re still having trouble admitting what he is. It doesn’t feel real.

Cree and Nelly spent twenty minutes on the prowl. Predictably, they didn’t find anything disturbing. Outwardly, it seemed invalidating to your claim that there was someone watching you; inwardly, however, you were petrified with the realization that this truly isn’t another human. Part of you wanted your spooky experiences to be debunked. Why can’t it be the deranged ex-homeowner screwing with you, or some neighbour from down to street with a god complex? Either of those culprits are criminals who can locked up. A vampire can’t be stopped.

You sit on your bed. The flesh beneath your eyes is sagging and dark with exhaustion. It’s twelve past midnight. The urge to rest is nagging; sadly, fear keeps your brain on high alert. It’s impossible to sleep right now. The darkness of your room does little to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

Phone high above your head, you read what’s displayed on the dim screen. Your eyes are squinted from hours of research. You’re grateful for the internet. Discussion forums of others who claim to have encountered vampires gave you ideas on how to protect yourself. Not only that, but you’ve perused information across various cultures on nightstalkers. If you’re going to suffer from insomnia, you may as well use your time to study the enemy.

The term vampire didn’t originate until the early 1700s. Some ancient people believed that demons were blood suckers. Others thought they were ghouls roaming the plain of living, yearning to feed. Suddenly, the monster’s words echo in your mind.

But I classify myself as none of those creatures, sweetness.

He doesn’t refer to himself as a demon. The ancients were wrong. A ghoul, perhaps. For now, you’re confident to say that he’s undead.

It’s three-fifteen in the morning when you ultimately drift off. You leave consciousness while you’re neck-deep in lore, unable to fight your natural urges any longer. Unfortunately, your dreams are much different from the stark reality of supernatural forces. An unconscious mind is more vulnerable than a conscious, guarded one, and monsters know it.

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