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UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN || JASON TODD X VAMPIRE!FEM!READER

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CHAPTER ONE: WHAT KIND CREATURES THEY ARE.

wc: 10, 215 words

—(summary); jason has awoken in the strangest of all places. long three days of his sleep, he meets the head women of the household. she was just as beautiful. he also meets the ‘protectors’ of this home. discussion of dick’s condition, y/n helps him to release him from the hell.

WARNINGS: PLEASE DO NOT READ AHEAD IF YOU DON’T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH THE FOLLOWING. THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS, SEXUAL TENSION, BLOOD, Y/N IS AN SEXY VAMPIRE AND BIT OUTDATED WITH POP CULTURE.

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it was all chaos. there was so many of them. she lost almost everything. except one person. and she didn’t want to lose HIM.

her eyes dart left and right to find his form. only to see nothing but blood being shed and fists touching sensitive flesh. down on the floor she laid with six men dressed in robes pressing their bony knees against the spine of her back. she hisses in pain at the action. they cuffed a metal chain around her arms and neck, the cold metal was cool against her cold body. “please! please stop”, she pleaded.

the metal was right around her neck, choking her enough to gag. the men ignored the woman. more focused on getting her right where they wanted her. they won. and they were not letting her go.

BLOOD.

rotted smell of meat.

the very foul smell he absolutely hated. only when it was so much of it though.

jason noticed he was shirtless, a thick purple velvet blanket covering him. white bandages wrap around from his neck to his chest along his arms and knuckles. and most importantly, his helmet was off. jason panicked, getting up frantically in search of his only source of hiding his identity. the blanket sadly laid limp on the silver table. he searched with his eyes only to be met with darkness.

“i see you have awoken…”, a small child-like voice greets him in the dark.

jason jumps at the sudden voice. baby blues search for the child’s voice confused and frightened. “what the fuck? where-“, he says. the only candle lighting the room blows out. a line of smoke thins out, till the lab is fully lightened by a row of white and red candles all on the floor and some on tables and bookshelves.

he followed the candles as they circled and lightened by themselves. and right there, not far from him was a child.

she stood at the smaller height, about 4’11, her blonde hair was in soft bouncy curls, her eyes were just as green like a crystal, she adored a pair of black rain boots. a trail of mud just behind her. dark blue overalls along a silk button up with a red choker on her neck. almost doll-like she was. except for the stern look that made her look like an adult. reminding him of how DAMIAN looks whenever he disapproved of something.

how she looked at like was like a horse threatening a person if it even dared come closer. her hands laid limp by her side. the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to perfection. jason backed away from her, it doesn’t matter if this was a child he had to be careful. this caused the child to angrily stare at his bandages. “you hooligan, if you move the stitches won’t properly close! my lady would not be pleased with it”, she sternly states. her rain boots stomp against the cobble flooring over to him. to jason, she talked like damian. so proper. so, posh. it annoyed him. it sure doesn’t bother him with the books he always reads.

jason holds a hand out to her to stop the child from coming closer to his beaten body. “woah woah there kid, no way in hell are you touching me”, he backs away hitting a table that contained unknown items in strange liquid.

in complete offense, the girl was insulted.

“touching you? how dare you think I would touch an ape man like you? my m’lady is the one who has been taking care for three days! and sure has been an excellent-“ “wait, did you just say three days? I’ve been asleep for three days?”, jason steps forward to the small child.

she rolls her green eyes crossing her arms. “three days ahead yes”, she grumbled.

he’s been asleep, for that many days. fuck. everyone is probably all worried about him. and he’s in a country that he doesn’t know at all. maybe some of the language but he sure is fucking lost. and the last thing he had remembered was, a woman.

a beautiful woman. saved him from his blood-thirsty brother. wait, dick! no his brother! where was he?

she had fangs. just like his brother. except she didn’t try to kill him, he passed out before he could even say anything except “you’re so beautiful”. nice going he thought. jason rubbed a wrapped hand over his face. he could feel the bandaids and some type of paste on his cheek. wiping it away he could see it has some crushed flower bits along a clear substance that felt sticky and when he pulled away, a string it turned into.

curious, he wanted to know what it was on his fingers. till, a loud crash is heard far from the lab. he looked up at where the door was, right where the girl was standing behind of. she looked at him up and down with her nose turned up in disgust. jason grew uncertain of himself. did he smell?

the girl perked up suddenly, she straightens her back in a proper manner with her hands behind her back. reminding him of Alfred. “come. my lady wants to see you”, she firmly states turning her back away from jason. bending down, she picks up a white wax candle in her hands. jason looked at her, still cautious to even go after her. ‘my lady?’ the hell was this? some weird role playing going on?

what felt like she sensed the lack of his presence following, the girl turned swiftly to face him with an annoyed expression. “well? are you coming? or shall I have LUCIAN drag you?”, she raised an eyebrow challenging jason. deciding to not bring out whoever this lucian man was, he reluctantly walked forward to where her smaller form stood. this is so weird. COLETTE led jason through the castle halls without saying anything to him.

and throughout the amazingly decorated castle , jason couldn’t help but look around aimlessly. everything was dark with candles being lighten as a pathway. it looked to be easy for the young girl take sharp turners and corners all the while jason had accidentally bumped into some desks and artifacts on the way. “where you taking me?”, jason questioned the girl. colette had her hands behind her back as she walked speedily with her rain boots.

“im taking you to the mistress”, she spoke with her hair bouncy in an upward and downward motion.

mistress? jason raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him, “and who’s this mistress of yours?”.

colette rolled her green eyes once more. dear god she does hate men. “her name is lady y/n, she’s the one who found you about to be brutally eaten by the blue man”, colette explained shortly. the end sentence caught his attention, blue man…DICK! no not that dick, his brother! immediately jason runs next to colette, looking down at her smaller and shorter frame he demanded answers. “I know him…where is he?”. this kid and this ‘lady y/n’ of hers knows where he is. lady y/n. y/n. it sounded familiar. where did he hear that name before?

not paying attention to any of the furniture and artifacts in the hall, jason bumped into various things giving out only a slight hiss.

the young girl never answered him. leaving jason impatient with the attitude of a kid. and this is a kid. “listen kid if you won’t tell me than I’ll just get a head start in running”, he affirms ready to make a break for it and find his older brother. colette stopped in her rain boots same with jason, her blonde head turns towards him with a threatening glare. “I am NOT a child you imbecile! if you run I’ll get you myself and have Lucian use you as a CHEW TOY!”, she hisses angrily. jason could of sworn he saw her eyes turn a pale blue like a corpses. nothing out of the ordinary in his opinion.

but she sure has anger issues for a kid. and he would know.

not before her head turns back to forward going completely silent. tiny head tilts as if she could hear something with jason watching. colette grunted under her breath before side eyeing him, “come, the mistress says food is ready”. her rain boots squeaked under the long carpet once again leading jason to meet this mysterious mistress of hers.

he thought the castle itself is huge, not until he sees the kitchen. it’s a true luxury just for a simple kitchen.

the kitchen, huger than any room or building, it had blacked out curtains. the theme was of stones, black and gold. plants of any kind sat next to the windows. there was a long table by the door with glazed benches with plates of food and desserts on top. and finally, a dark brown table sat next a few feet away from the stove. a pair of white nails rolled an unbaked dough with a rolling-pin.

and there she stood, this lady y/n. the same woman who saved his life.

she was just as beautiful as he remembered seeing before he fainted from the blood loss. her hair was tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, a few strands leaving. around her waist was an blood-red apron inching the small of the waist and of her back. a few speckles of flour on her face and apron. he could smell the sweetness and smell of different meats and seasonings. jason won’t lie but it sure did smell good.

colette stopped in her tracks by the doorway with jason behind her. causing him to accidentally bump into her, jason looked down before saying “shit sorry”. with that apology, he could hear the young girl growl, annoyed. her smaller frame fixes her posture before straightening up. “my lady, he had awoken”, colette states.

hearing the familiar voice of her dearest companion, the lady stops her rolling the dough, looking up jason could see how breathtaking she was.

the color of her complexion was of the smoothest he had ever seen. he stared at this lady y/n. jason couldn’t help but feel, safe. y/n’s eyes brighten, eyelashes fluttering softly at the sight of jason who still was shirtless with white bandages around him and a pair of gray cotton shorts. her red painted lips curled into a kind smile. “I see. thank you colette you may go”, she excuses the young girl. her voice was silk and velvety. the said colette, bowed gracefully before sharply turning back to the exit of the doorway. not before shoving jason ever so harshly with so much strength. he let out a small ‘oof’ turning to where colette leaves. definitely will get along with damian.

y/n chuckled at the her pettiness. a common trait colette had adapted over time. jason turned his head quickly back to the woman, “don’t mind colette, she’s just a little mad that we didn’t get to eat you or the man you arrived here with”.

jason looked at her quite puzzled at her words. “did you just say eat?”, he asked her. “and yeah, he’s my brother actually”.

the mistress walks around the table she was working at to stand in front of jason. “well I would hope you would remember who he is. I was worried he was just a stranger. he almost killed you, you know”, she says wiping her flour covered hands on the apron before placing them on her waist. of course he would. dick was going to blow a huge fist into his chest. something he would hold a grudge about in the later years. specks of the powder falls from the apron and onto the floor. she reaches a nail up to her floured covered face to wipe away the excess.

jason, for sure, remember just how beautiful she had looked in the moonlight. thank god it wasn’t from the blood loss and she would of actually ended up looking like gollum. the waft of memory of him practically showering her compliments that night. he felt his cheeks almost had heated up.

hesitant with his words, the mistress noticed before raising an eyebrow at him cheekily. “mhm well, good thing he didn’t right? are you hungry? colette and I had cooked these delicious meals in case you had awaken”, she questions before mentioning to the amazingly well done food behind her on the longer table. jason blinked before letting out an unsure, “uhhh”. y/n playfully rolled her eyes at him, her hand beckons him over to the table. “come, you may not be hungry but trust me you will be”, she says walking over to the table. her steps were light on her weight almost as if she was floating.

jason watched her walk away from him, giving him the perfect view of her behind. god he felt like roy. he did noticed her lack of shoes just like him, her walk reminded him of catwoman’s. seductive, cheeky. the sway of her hips move as one foot moves in front of the other. y/n moves her hands to unwrap the tie on the back, she unravels it unhooking the wrap around her neck. placing the apron onto the wooden seat next to her. she now sits on one of the benches, facing jason. giving him the perfect few of the red and black corset that pushed her breasts up a bit and the black velvet skirt. the necklace around her neck was a silver cross necklace. noticing his stare, y/n looked down at her outfit. she shyly giggles, “sorry, I know I’m quite overdressed”. the same hand reaches up to take out her shiny hair out of the messy bun. jason watched as her hair uncurls, falling from behind her and in front of her effortlessly.

jason shakes his head at her, “no no, it’s an..nice outfit”. he could feel himself cringe at his own words. ‘nice outfit? smooth you dork’.

y/n smiled bashfully at his compliment before beckoning him over once more. “well come on, you need to eat love. three days since you been asleep”, she says patting the spot right next to her. a bit skeptical, jason reluctantly walks over and sits a few inches away from her. whether or not, she doesn’t seem to be a threat of any sorts. yet. his memory taking him back to the scene of y/n take a rather large sip out of dick’s neck. she was one of them. just like dick.

“pardon me for not introducing myself. I am lady y/n. just call me y/n. ”, the mistress introduces herself to the tall man right next to her. she held out a clawed hand in front of him, jason stared at it. he noticed the different change of nail color from three days ago. until, something clicked in his head from those few past days.

jason paused. y/n…

that name…was on the slab in front of the gate when he first entered. jason looked away from her hand and up to her face. she smiled at him with gleaming eyes, “y/n…as in Y/N M/N L/N?”. this made the mistress smile flattered a bit. her hand drops disappointed as she waited for him to shake it, she sighs sadly. “that would be me”, she says.

“aren’t you supposed to be..dead?”, jason edged on. he tried to be careful with his words only to fail. not wanting to sound like an ‘asshole’ after she had showed her some kindness as of right now.

y/n lightly chuckled at his attempt in protecting her feelings, her legs turn to where the table sits. a pointed finger nail dances across the table tracing a small circle on the wood. “dead…I guess. I am alive and breathing. but I’ve lived for many years”, her words were tight and longing. he could say the same thing with her words. being dead and coming back to life wasn’t fun so he could relate to her.

“I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you’re thinking. a lot of people think I would of but, it’s not in my nature I suppose…”, y/n spoke harmlessly afraid to look at jason’s beautiful blue eyes. was she a threat? he wasn’t entirely sure. he stared at her, his senses not triggered. he nodded his head, “okay…”

she looked at him with hopefulness, the same gleam in her eyes. “really?”, she asks him with her hands now clasped together. she looked at him overjoyed of him trusting her. jason chuckled under his breath, he nodded once more. y/n jumped her seat happily before shoving a huge plate of medium rare cooked steak in front of jason. “eat! I have so much to tell you!”, she says childishly. the look of the meat in front of him made his stomach growl a little. it was sauté and seasoned to absolute perfection.

man, did he have many questions at that.

he shoved a little piece of the warm meat in his mouth chewing slowly feeling the mistress’ eyes on him. jason could taste the juices of the steak, it was buttery and flavorful. it pulled perfectly as he bite into it. “I didn’t catch your name by the way…three days and I’ve been taking care of a man who’s name I didn’t get”, y/n says batting her eyes at him. she looked pretty with only a few candle lights framing her face. jason realized it, he only knows her name and not his. he made sure to chew more often, swallowing the chewed up meat he introduces himself “my name is Jason…”. y/n smiled widely hearing his name.

“a pleasure to meet you, jason”, god he felt like melting in his voice. how she said his name made his heart quicken.

he let out a small shudder of breath before shoving another piece of streak in his mouth to concentrate on eating than his attention to her. though, jason notices her lacking of eating with him. all this food and he would expected her or someone to eat it and not just him. “you gonna eat ?”, he asks her turning his to look at her beauty. he could see her shoulders were tense at his question, she shakes her head. “n-no, if I did you would go running and screaming” “why would I be running and screaming for?”, he questions her with his accent coming forward.

and what was a long loading process for jason, he swallows the tender meat realizing what she had meant. y/n gave him a tight lip smile with a tiny shrug of her shoulders. “oh…”

“yes…i- drink blood actually…preferably fresh sometimes. I mean I CAN eat what humans eat but it’s hard for my body to break them down. I don’t like eating anything cold..you could say I’m like what is it called…vegan but not vegan? ”, y/n jokes heartily with a small smile. her attention now on jason, she could see his blank face with slight amused. her eyebrows furrowed not expecting the reaction along his words of “huh..”. “you’re not scared? of me?”, she stutters out.

jason shrugged his shoulders continued on eating the slightly rare meat. “I’ve come across things worse than that”, he explains to her with a bit of food in his mouth still. she could feel herself smile more ever so brightly at jason. y/n giggled before scooting a little closer to him, “you ever gone on adventures before?”. it has been a while since y/n encounter a human. such as jason. he was peculiar. something she quite like. all she wanted to hear of his adventures. his quests. jason set down the fork he has been using. the stubborn piece of steak stuck in his mouth. his tongue plays around with it trying to pull it apart. dodging the question and get straight to the point, jason asks her “so, you’re a vampire?”. y/n blinks back in surprise at his bluntness. a vampire? a better term than demon. succubuss. whore. murderer. humans have great definitions for such ‘monsters’ as herself. at least some would call her a myth. made her feel better…only on some occasions. her shoulders slouched removing the stiffness from her posture. an melancholy emotion waves over her. jason could see just how bothered she had become. “at least it’s better than other names I’ve been called. you had the decency to call me something other than murderer”, she motioned to herself.

a demeanor that was solemn. lonesome that could break hearts of many. jason couldn’t help but feel remorse for her. a complete stranger that showed him hospitality and became a guest. no fictional ‘monster’ would do anything like that. and yet he knows what it’s like to be seen as a ‘murderer’, cause he was. but he had his reasons. they might not be the most reasonable but most of all he saved countless of lives in return. and that’s enough for jason.

he picks up his fork once more, poking at the juicy meat. “yeah, I know how that feels”, jason mumbled under his breath looking down at his half eaten plate. y/n snapped her head to jason. so, he felt the same way.

“you feel, the same way?”

”something like that. let’s just say I have a reputation of some sorts”

this peeked the madams interest. the mystery behind his story was intriguing. many would cry and beg for their lives screaming bloody murder of ‘please! I have wife and kids! we are poor and I needed-“. all the while THEY tried to kill HER and her protege. cruel ones who thought a sin such as killing a woman even though she posed as a non threat to humans. true monsters were always revealed..

an perfectly shaped eyebrow lifts up, a little grin as her red painted lips spread. “and what kind of reputation is that?”, y/n pointed out. jason’s hand still gripping onto the silver fork playing with his food now going long cold. his large shoulders shrug, the sharp feature of his jaw clenched. “the killing evil bastards kind of reputation”, jason says with the turn of his head making direct eye contact with the vampire. deep in thought, y/n was quick to gain respect for him. ‘evil bastards’ was fast enough to assure it’s about the chaos of men that lingered into the world tainting it into the darkness.

killing, was what lady y/n was most skilled in. and she wasn’t proud of it. who would be?

“sounds like they deserved it”, she agrees leaning closer to jason just enough for him to take a whiff of the enticing scents of pomegranate, lavender and vanilla. what really hit him was the metallic smell. it wasn’t strong enough to smell it but it was there. as y/n had leaned forward he could see an different amulet dangling around her neck and in between the swell of her breasts. jason noticed it, he had seen this type of symbol before. directing the conversation somewhere else, he had asked her “what does your necklace mean?”. y/n leans back away from him to look down in between her breasts to find her personal favorite piece of jewelry in her collection. an silver metal shaped like a cross, the top looped into a teardrop.

the end was pointed like a sharp stake. the ankh. ancient egyptian meaning of LIFE. a gift from one of her oldest friends years ago. an archeologist she was. quite brilliant as always. her long awaited dream to go to egypt was quick to dissent years from now. when she was human. the heat and the sun would burn her into complete crisp.

milky-white nails clip onto the silver chain clasped firmly. the pendant dangles in her hand as she holds it up close between her and jason. “oh this? it’s an ankh. means life. extraordinary egypt and it’s culture is”, she says with admiration in her voice.

a passionate lover of all cultures around the world. everything was unique and amazing as they were. and y/n never got the full experience of it. jason purses his lips analyzing the dangling jewelry in her hand. “it’s…nice”, jason compliments awkwardly turning his attention back over to his food. lightly stabbing the piece of meat plopping it in his mouth. y/n smiled, it was wide and shy. he was awkward. handsome at most. “well thank you…now”, she lets the necklace fall back in between of her breasts. the sensation of the cold metal against her icy temperature skin. a swig of her legs over the wooden bench y/n turns her body with only her head looking at jason.

”tell me, what brings you to my home?”, y/n interrogated him.

her elbow sits on the table letting her whole weight rest against it. a look of curiosity on her face. jason still looked on forward taking a long chew out of that piece. it almost hurted his jaw for a second. he didn’t know whether or not to say why he was there. if he does, he hoped y/n wouldn’t think of him as someone awaiting to hurt her or some kind. though, if it was a positive outlook she would see him as someone wanting to cure his own brother. people, especially women couldn’t be too careful these days. his head turns down back onto the plate of his. a hand reaches for the goblet of water, the cup felt warm against him.

bringing up the goblet up to his lips jason takes a long gulp only to be met with the warm sour apple taste. warm apple cider it was. he hadn’t tasted such a warm drink in a long time. only when it was fall or winter. usually alfred or festivals in Gotham would have them. last year he went with his family, not his choice though of course, and all he did was slurp the delicious drink in hand in warm clothing. as the apple cider slides down to his throat, he made sure to savor the taste before actually swallowing it.

he places the goblet back down onto the table, with a lick of his lips he tastes the left over juice. y/n watched him take a drink, envy pooled in her stomach. how lucky he was to have the ability to drink and eat whatever he wanted. “my brother…he tried to kill me”, he said lowly.

”why yes i had seen it myself”

”and he tried to convince to well, become like him”

”a vampire?”

”no, an goblin…”

the hint of silence from his sarcasm was enough to assume she was offended. except she wasn’t. a stifled giggle leaves from y/n’s lips. she brings a hand up to cover them. jason quirks an eyebrow up, she found it funny. his sarcasm. usually everyone would be more offended or annoyed with him. bruce said his wit would get him in trouble or hurt someone’s feelings. or someone wouldn’t make sense of it. except for y/n. jason could see her smile peeking through from her hand as she failed to cover it. “a goblin? you’re brother is rather too big and handsome to be a tiny green little man”, y/n jokes as her accent slips a bit.

jason felt his lips turn up into a smile as well. but quick enough to cover it by dropping it completely. she may of not got the joke but at least she thought it was funny.

”you should see him when he’s mad. he turns into a goblin. all grumpy and shit”, jason heartedly admits comparing dick to a ‘mythical’ creature.

“really?””no…”

another giggle comes from the lady y/n herself. the thought of the ‘blue’ man comes to mind already. after her own attempts in speaking to him only for them to fail demanding he gets ‘fresh’ blood. and of course some rude language and comments came her way. defeating the making of the smile on his face as his teeth shines bright, jason was surprised to even feel himself start smiling.

“you’re funny, jason”, it was her turn to compliment him. he knows he is. a smart mouthpiece he was. jason shrugged his shoulder turning his body just like hers to face her. “I know…” his smile turns into a dark frown remembering the conversation before it was quick to be changed.

jason has his eyes turned onto the fabric of her outfit. tracing the corset along the black velvet skirt. “I was looking for someone…when dick was turned into a vampire I guess, we found someone who knew of a lady who said to be able to cure him”, this turned y/n’s entire demeanor. her face falls into realization of who he was speaking about. and what he didn’t realize of who it was. “so my family and I went out in search for this woman. and well, all hell broke lose”, he explained further placing an arm to rest. though he might not admit he was just as distraught about everything, there was a spark of hope in finding this woman. a spark of an idea. the blues of his eyes make direct contact with y/n looking deep into them.

”you wouldn’t know who this woman could be, could you?”, jason questions. his face was just as blank awaiting for her to answer.

y/n grew hesitant. and jason could see it. she opens her mouth till she closes it again. her eyes shift down unable to look at him. gulping, her mouth was just as dry as ever. “yes…”, she admits. jason could feel his entire body relax, good, he has a lead. he awaited for her to tell the details but only to be met with silence.

“well?”

slowly coming to realization as to why she had just gone from giggling to utter silence. it didn’t long for him to understand why.

“it’s you..isn’t it?”

another reply of silence comes to response.

so, he got lucky. the very woman in front of him who had come to save him is the same woman is the one his family had longed to look for. things have come at the most relevant times. and he was thankful for that. shortly, jason was about to ask her tons of questions. of her nature of how things work to cure dick, has she ever done it before, all sorts of them.

UNTIL a earth shaking stomping is heard. inching closer and closer to the enormous kitchen. both lady y/n and jason jumped up at the sudden shaking. it didn’t long for y/n to understand who it was. a common event he does to announce his arrival. though for jason jumped up from the bench standing in front of y/n almost protectively. and just there by the doorway, is an eight feet tall wolf-man like creature. it’s fur black as night. pointed ears perked up at each side of it’s head. a long prominent snout with large teeth bared. the back of it’s legs bent like a dog. around the covered neck was a leather cord wrapped around with the same amulet dangling. and in it’s large arms was a sack, of the finest grown potatoes.

behind this creature was colette who dragged a large wooden box of vegetables and fruits. the same look of pinched eyebrows and of disinterest.

“woah woah, holy shit”, jason yells backing away with a look of fierceness as he stared down the wolf creature. a beast he has yet to meet. y/n stands up to her feet with a slight creek of the wooden bench. her figure creeps up to stand right behind jason. a gentle hand caress the scarred tanned skin of his, touching the white bandages. unexpectedly, jason was fast enough to spin around and grab onto her hand tightly enough to cause bruising. but this didn’t phase her. a loud gasp is heard just from the doorway. “you fool! let go of lady y/n!”, colette yells stomping with her rain boots. they squeaked with every step of the way. y/n’s palm rises up signaling for the young one to stop in her tracks.

impressed with the firm grip a human could have, such alarm and caution.

their eyes make such intense eye contact. lady y/n challenges jason with a squint of her e/c eyes. all the while jason stared blankly back at the bright eyes of hers. were they always this shiny? almost like a pot of treasure. in the moment of time between the two, she could feel his blood pumping through his veins. while y/n’s, were completely still. his heart beats every second. and her’s beats slowly than ever. y/n blinks seductively at him pulling her lips up into a tight smirk. jason remained cold and blank. “LUCIAN, I see you have awaken”, y/n greets the wolf-man creature without gazing along his way. a low grunt is heard along a loud thud as lucian drops the sack of potatoes onto the cobble floor. “good. lucian I would like you to meet jason. our guest for these past few days”, she introduces the two men in the room. her gaze now onto lucian who cowered a bit by the doorway next to colette. the hazel eyes of the tall wolf-man lands onto jason’s form and onto the right hold he had on his mistress.

a growl threatening at the firm hold. lucian bares his teeth angrily ready to step in between the two. lady y/n rolls her eyes, how protective her two companions were. not that she minded. it can be quite extreme. seemingly so the last time they protected her, someone almost died.

especially lucian.

LUCIAN, an thirty old man who’s family has been cursed every full moon once for seven days, to live as a lycan…

Lady Y/N and lucian have grown with each other as the mistress had known his father from saving him from hunters. in return, his family has grown a pact and a friendship with the vampire. and who said the two creatures had to be enemies? exactly.

“now now, no need for any hostility. jason, if you may”, she speaks gesturing to jason and his firm grip onto her wrist.

jason blinks away the long stare. he looks down to see the hold he had on her before letting go completely. his hand drops resting it against his hip lowering his head to look away from any harsh stares coming from the two. with a roll of her wrist, y/n could feel just how sore it just become. incredible. turning her head towards lucian and colette, y/n spoke “if you two don’t mind, jason and I will visit the blue man in the dungeon. lucian, may you find some clothes for jason? perhaps something warm?”.

lucian hums roughly giving her a tiny nod in response. then, with a stomp of his hefty feet he turns back to leave the kitchen leaving behind the rain boot wearing girl. colette awaited for any task her lady has for her. she stands tall and proud, as usual. y/n chuckled under her breath waving colette off. “colette, you are free to do whatever you may”, she tells. confused, colette hesitant. she too, spins on her heel of her rain boots leaving the large kitchen. the bounce of her hair as she trotted off. her boots squeaked with each step causing y/n to bite her lip to stop her from giggling.

jason watched colette walked away, he was quick to be reminded of how much she is like damian. always acted older than their age.

“shall we go?”, he hears y/n beside him ask.

“what?”, jason raises an brow in question.

“to you’re brother. I’ll guide you on where his whereabouts are”, y/n says. her bare feet glides over to the table grabbing a plate. she sets it down on the table reaching for a couple of food she had made previously. placing them gently and separated the different kinds of food on the plate. he watched from afar just as confused as what she’s doing. jason began to ask, “what are you doing?”.

“just getting you’re brother some food. I understand he’s now of my kind but it doesn’t hurt to have him try some of this delicious food”, y/n explains.

her hands grip tight onto the sides of the plate. she carries it elegantly, her feet carry her to stand beside jason once more. jason looked down at the various foods on the plate. she was bringing his brother food. huh.

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so, in conclusion, an attractive vampire woman who saved his ass and graciously healed him and saved his brother as well…is one of the HIGHLIGHTS of the year. and here he was, carrying a plate of food and a goblet of water following the said attractive vampire. since when did she switch out of her outfit? ah whatever. she did look good in the dress right now. a long bright red dress with the fabric being a velvety touch. the same necklace she had wore earlier stretched down in between her breasts.

Y/N led the taller human man through the castle halls once more. the smell of something smokey, a fireplace smell to be quite explanatory. from the entrance of the castle, y/n sharply turns to the right to another room. and behold, an huge cobblestone pair of stairs in JASON’s view. the silence between the two was comforting and awkward. the events from earlier made jason think back when she accidentally grazed his crotch. to be fair…he did try to stab her. a stack at heart to kill a vampire right? the sound of y/n’s pair of six inch heels click against the stone stairs echoing in the quiet ‘dungeon’.

who even owns a dungeon?

apparently this vampire mistress does. jason follows her with the plate and cup in his hands as they ventured down the stairs. and there he was. that dickhead. is his brother, RICHARD GRAYSON, chained against the wall both of his arms hung limply. “ah! good! you’re awake! are you hungry?”, y/n greets dick with kindness gesturing the food in jason’s hands.

jason watched silently as dick looks up slower to see y/n in front of him wearing a red dress with a slit in front showing her soft leg. with dick still wearing his mask, he could see the chilling grin again. dick still wasn’t cured. “well aren’t you a beauty”, dick purrs at the sight of the mistress. causing y/n to tilt her head curiously, she turns her head to jason who just stared at dick with such sadness. “i am. you’ve said that each time I’ve come down here”, she states blinking at dick. the numerous flirtatious compliments he would say to her never fazed her. “was he always like this?”, y/n turns to jason. only for jason to stay quiet as he looked on longingly at dick.

y/n pursed her lips, she takes a step forward to the chained vampire. her heels clicked with each calculated step. dick rustles against the chains once he sees the mistress in front of him. his eyes trail down to the slipping material casting a plush leg to him. his lips curl up into a chilling grin till his head snaps towards jason who stood behind holding the plate of food still. finally, acknowledging jason, dick chuckles “oh jason..you’re still alive”.

“no thanks to you dickhead”.

y/n’s heels clicked against the cobble ground, she walks over where dick is with her kneeling down slowly. almost looking easy for her to do it robotically. her bottom almost hits on the ground as her heels click together. “I do apologize for these next few days. it seems you have come to my doorstep with a purpose. ”, y/n quietly purrs. an hand reaches up to cup dick’s cheeks. the bone of his jaw grazed her fingers, he was quite handsome for sure. not as handsome as jason in her opinion. her hand now cups dick’s face harshly, squishing his cheeks as his lips turned into a pout. fingernails dug into his skin causing a bit of blood to spill. seeing the spill of blood, y/n tilts her head to the sight.

another hand reached up to dick’s face using a single finger to swipe at the drop of blood. scooping it up onto her finger she uses a wet tongue to lick and suck on the red liquid. the blood was…tangy. bitter. it made her want to spit it out. he was a bad one. y/n’s gaze hardens upon dick.

“I see…you’re too…foul. you’re blood tastes of ruined fruit. and you reek of that woman”, y/n insults dick with a scrunched look. she stands tall letting go of dick’s smooth cheeks by pushing his back away from her. from behind her jason watched and listened on. woman? his eyebrows knitted together in conclusion, he knows who she’s talking about. dick sneers right back at her. her insults were more harsher it appears.

she straightened her dress and her hair now walking over to where jason stood still looking at dick with a blank expression. “jason…”, y/n calls out to him. her soft hand touches his scarred shoulder with a gentle caress, jason looks away from his rabid brother to the rabid woman. “leave the food near him. he’s going to need a lot more energy than I thought”, she said patting his broad shoulder with a small pity grin. picking up her dress from the front, y/n turns back to where the staircase sits. jason’s eyes follow the woman with the turn of his head, she glided against the floor till she went up the stairs. he could see her legs and the heels she wore, they looked incredible on her.

the sounds of her six inch heels click along with each step. and with that, she was gone.

and it was only jason…and dick.

“oohhh, you have a crush on her baby bird?”, he heard dick teases him. jason breathes through his nose with his shoulders moving along, turning his attention back to his brother. he could see the shit grin he gave to jason as he sat comfortably on the cold floor.

deciding to not go along with his teasing, jason walked over to him stopping by his feet. not removing his eyes from dick, jason laid the goblet and the plate of food pushing them both over to dick. “eat”, he says getting up quick with a sound of jason’s knees cracking. dick looked down at the food, his lips curling into disgust. “I’ll pass”, he says pushing the mouthwatering food with his foot.

“suit yourself dickie”, jason sighs out ready to go back upstairs till dick start laughing. why was laughing like a cocky motherfucker for? turning on his bare-foot to the laughing man, jason could see the white pair of fangs peeking out as he opened his mouth. crossing his thick arms over his chest, jason glared down at him. “something funny?”, he questions the vampire. dick leaned his head back onto the wall with a small thud. gulping down his own spit from the lack of water or truly blood, dick airs out “oh funny yea…you think I don’t like this? it feels really…really fucking good jay. I mean you should look at morticia addams over. no wonder you like her so much”. on his lips was a small smirk, his tongue glides over his lips.

“if this is your way of saying I got good taste, thank you I know. like I said, it’s the red helmet”, jason says with such sarcasm walking over to the stairs y/n had previously walked up.

not wanting to hear more of his teasing and his soon empty threats, jason quickly went up the stairs with heavy steps.

“like I said jason! you could always join me!”, dick’s voice rings out. already fully upstairs, jason walks out from the dungeon to meet y/n and colette whispering to each other. in colette’s hands was a clipboard with crispy very light pieces of paper and a ink pen. hearing jason’s steps with heightened ears, both of them stopped their conversation to turn to jason. two different reactions in seeing him as y/n looked delighted to see him while colette’s face turned into a scowl. still not very fond of him.

y/n quietly excused colette, who gladly walked away with the papers in her hands. the same squeaking of her rain boots once she left. “so! I see you seemed…to have an excellent conversation with him”, she says walking over to jason closing the distance between them. jason shrugged, he felt his muscles become sore for some reason. “excellent? not really I would say”, he spoke. seeing how much jason cared for the man, guessing it has to be a family or close friend of his. y/n placed a hand on her stomach before her eyes graze over the bandages on his chest. jason saw her look at them. “do you want me to take them off? i can do that if you would like”, she asks jason.

he looked down at the white fabric than back up to her with a little nod. seeing as though they were clean with only little bits of blood, might as well. y/n gave him a wide toothy smile before hopping up slightly to where the stairs led upstairs, “excellent! come now! want to take a look at your wound if you don’t mind! the extra bandages are to help with the cream I put on you so you can heal faster”.

IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG FOR Y/N TO SHOW JASON THE CASTLE HALLS, LEADING HIM STRAIGHT TO THE SAME ROOM HE WAS IN. he can see it more clearer. the candles lit up the lab of hers. it was tidy and just as clean as ever. except for some bloodstains littered on the floor. rather quick of lucian to bring his mistress clothes which were big enough to fit jason it seems. he was nearly the same size as him. lucian had offered the pile of clothes to her with them bunched up in his mouth before trotting off on all fours seemingly so to take one of his needed naps. werewolves like lucian prefer to sleep during the day than at night. more energy lucian says to her.

sharp nails peel back the whiten bandages slowly and carefully. on jason’s scarred chest of an ‘Y’ autopsy line, is no newly made scars. especially the one on his side that was quite hard to heal for the madam. unraveling it, y/n’s eyes brighten seeing the cream she had made previously has worked.

“amazing!”, she exclaimed throwing the used bandages behind her. a single finger runs along his jagged skin, jason looked at her beautiful face from the candlelight near him and y/n. he could see some marks here and there but otherwise she was downright gorgeous. her touch was just as gentle. he could feel her fingers run along his skin along his side where the outline of his abs were. jason almost felt self conscious with the terrible reminder of scars left imprinted on his damaged skin. but she didn’t even question it. more so probably did when she had to undress him and heal him days ago. though, he didn’t see judgement in her eyes. just pure amazement. jason looked down at the where the wound once impaled him, and what looks to be an fully healed piece of skin. almost like nothing ever happened on that side. jason runs his hand to where her finger grazed the waist, their hands touching almost instantly.

y/n stopped for a second before looking up at jason, both of their connected.

jason looked deep inside her beautiful eyes, they reminded him of such kindness and beauty. they felt warm. her eyes looked like they were filled to the brim of love. love for anything and everybody. for y/n, she could see how beautiful his eyes were. like a pair of jewels so expensive but yet so worth to go through the trouble. spend all the money for them. they reminded her too much of the sea so once would go to as a child. how calming they were. and how blue and the breeze was so gentle on her skin.

breaking the eye contact, jason’s eyes shift down to her lips.

her lips, was just as beautiful. yet so soft and plush. like a the greatest pillow you would ever have. he wanted to run a finger over them.

y/n noticed jason looking at her lips. he looked out of touch for a second just by looking at them. she was just as memorized by jason as he was. but only to remember of the devastation she always go through with loved ones in the past.

fluttering eyelashes a little, y/n looked down with a small smile. she backs away from jason with her finger trailing down, pulling away from him and slipping away from his touch. jason heaved a breath before clearing his throat to relieve any awkward tension after. “so? how they look?”, he asks the vampire.

“good! actually quite good yes. the cream i made was a success”, y/n felt the pride in her bones. feeling the accomplished of her long awaited healing cream to finally work wonders. past moments where they sometimes don’t work as well on lucian.

jason grinned, his lips turning up. “that’s good, glad I got to be your personal guinea pig”, he jokingly says pushing himself off the chair y/n had him sit on in her lab. y/n paused at his joke with a head tilt staring at jason with slight confusion. jason can see it written on her face remembering she probably doesn’t know today’s sense of humor. until what felt like a light bulb switch in her head, y/n slowly smiled before laughing. she points at him with a long index finger, “oh! guinea pig! I see!”.

her continued laughed fills the slightly cold lab of hers with jason tight lipped watched her enjoy the little humor. “you humans nowadays, so odd but so funny!”, she says patting her chest as her laughter starts to quiet down.

“that was incredible, now” she says taking a few breaths continuing on her sentence “if you don’t mind me asking, but you wouldn’t happen to have anyone else running here…do you?”.

jason paused realizing what she had meant. shit, his entire family was still out there. god knows where the hell they are. three days, he reminded himself. since they have been gone. everyone was by now worried. he closes his eyes in thought of explaining to bruce. not practically excited to hear the lecture bruce will do. “fuck…yeah. my family”, jason sighs out. y/n raised her head in question. so his family is here? “you’re family?” she asks him moving away from jason. her cold presence leaves his warm body feeling his entire body chilled. “yup”, he makes a pop at the end of the ‘p’. his entire body know leans back a little. a hand reaches up to push back his greasy hair. he really needs to shower soon.

“and why is you’re family here? I would assume for you’re brother, correct?”

”yeah…and there gonna be pissed at me”, he sighs out one more.

seeing how distraught jason has become, y/n sighs crossing her arms with a gentle stern look. she stares at jason for a bit. fairly, it is her fault. keeping him away for these past days to heal him, he never once moved or awaken. tired thing he was. coming all this way with no luck for dick.

she moves her lips to let out an wet tsk. “okay..how about you, explain all of this. from the beginning? no short ends. no short explained. all of it”, y/n says. her hand moves to jason’s chin pushing it to face her. and once more their eyes connect..

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Colette sat at the edge of her bedroom scribbling any recipes for the mistress herself. with different tablespoons along with measurements of ingredients, a loud heavy knock on her door turns her concentration. the blonde girl looks up to see her bedroom door already opened, “Convel, how was your nap?”.

the height of the werewolf barely let him fit through the door of the castle; normally all doors let him but expect colette’s. lucian crouched down and slipped right through. and as he crouched, he used his heavy claws to scrap against the ground to go over to the writing colette. lucian let out an grumble in response before sitting on the floor beside her bed. colette let an small smile at her friend, continuing her various writings. “well maybe you should just come home early and you wouldn’t be as tired now would you?”, she jokes. the ink pen in her hand glided against the crinkly, light brown paper. black ink dances across in a neat handwriting of cursive. she could hear lucian’s heavy breathing as he relaxed against the bed.

“how’s the madam and the human?” colette called in question.

lucian gave only but a single chuff. he shifts his huge fur covered body to get comfortable on the floor. colette nodded at the simple response. “I see. you think the madam has grown fond of him?”. another chuff.

she sighs in disappointment. her madam always grows fond of new people especially humans…but they always end up gone before she knows it. leaving her with a broken glass heart with red juices spilling out. “i hope this human doesn’t end up either dead or end up trying to kill her. they always do”, lucian let out a grunt in agreement.

protective over the mistress yes, for she had protected colette at the age of her teen years throughout her mentally adult years. a good woman she is. hopeful, this one will be less painful…

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves!

here is an chapter two! eehhh so excited! I know everyone is waiting for another chapter for miss american pie! please be patient! it’s going to be an busy month so I maybe won’t have time for another chapter or writing in general. we will see! let me know if you would want to be tagged in this please!

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