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Sunshine Optimist | Daryl Dixion x fem reader

plot: you were sunshine and he was scared of getting burned.

word count: 1305

a/n: heyyyy here is another daryl story hope you enjoy!

Daryl was always jealous of your optimism, the way you constantly thought things would get better or that the world wasn't as screwed up as it seemed.

Every time the group had a bump in the road, you were there, telling everyone that things would turn around; most of the time, you were right, and when you were wrong, Daryl was the only one to remind you of it. You liked him and never let his words hurt you too much, not when you knew he was just hurting. Daryl didn't let many people in, including you, but when he did, you knew it was because of your optimism that he did.

You were like sunshine in his eyes, and he was afraid of getting burned.

You thought he was like the night sky, dark, but with a few shining stars, the dark wasn't that intimidating.

The prison was the first shining star in Daryl's world. He hated that he believed your optimism then and loved that you were right. He grumbled about it to Carol so often that the woman would just laugh and shoo him away to go figure out his feelings. Daryl knew he liked you, you made his world light up, and he also knew he could never tell you. He did the only thing he knew how to do when he had feelings: push them and you away so he wouldn't have to worry about it.

That only made things worse for him.

You knew he pushed you away, you could feel it and see that whatever he was feeling scared the shit out of him. Rick even tried to comfort you about it.

“He's scared,” Rick said as he walked up beside you. You were standing on the gravel road watching him ride off on his motorcycle after another failed conversation with the man. Rick put a hand on your shoulder. “He's…not good with his feelings”

“I know. Just wish he would talk to me.” You told the older man. “I like him but sometimes it hurts too.”

“Sometimes love hurts”

“That's not helping this situation Rick” you told him sarcastically.

“I know. I'm sorry. Daryl…he's like a deer, startle him and he’ll run”

“That's probably the best way to describe him,” you said laughing. Rick smiled, patted your soldier, and walked back to helping the others with walker controle.

Daryl kept burying his feelings for you, deep, deep down. He felt his skin burn when he was near you, so he never put himself in that situation. That never worked because you would seek him out more than he wanted you to. It took 6 months of being in the Prison before something happened that forced him to feel what he was trying not to.

You joined Daryl, Michonne, and a few of the new people at the Prison on the run. You rode with Michonne in the pickup truck while the others tagged behind. Daryl rode beside the truck, failing at not watching you in the passenger seat. You knew he was watching, knew you wanted to be on that motorcycle with him, but knew you needed to let him come to you.

Once you arrived at the store a few miles from the prison and looked to have not been raided, you all made your way inside. The building was dark and muggy, and it sounded like a few employees didn't make it. You took care of the ones on your side of the store. Daryl closes behind, keeping an eye out. You glanced around before motioning to Daryl to hand you one of the bags to start filling. You got about halfway down the aisle when a Walker jumped you out of nowhere. He didn't bite you, but shit, he scared you.

“Fuck” you cursed as the walked pushed you back twords the wall, making you knife fummble out of your handsat the supprise. Daryl jumped into action shoving the walker off you and killing it before it could get a taste of skin. Daryl jumped back over to you looking over every inch of skin.

“He didn't get me. He didn't get me. Im fine” you told him, repeating the phrase over and over till he looked you in the eyes. “Daryl, im fine”

“You ain’t comin’ out ‘ere again” he said seriously, “No more runs”

“You can't bench me Daryl” you told him turning from fright to anger.

“Hell I can” he said back.

“No. I'm not yours, Daryl. You have made that very clear. You can't come back and act like you care,” you said angrily, letting all those pent-up months of feeling like nothing to Daryl out. He stared at you blankly, realizing how horrible he must have made you feel, always shoving you away.

“I….” Daryl started, wanting to scream at himself for what he had done.

“No. Im done” you told him pushing the man off you, “i'm going over there, stay the hell away Daryl”

Daryl stared blankly at where your body had previously been before you walked off, grabbed your knife, and continued on to the next row, far away from him. For the rest of that run, you stayed away, walking to another aisle whenever he tried to keep close. Michonne picked up on the energy shift between you, too, without having to say anything.

“If she doesn't want you around Daryl, it's because you pushed her so far to do so” she told him.he nodded back, knowing it was his fault and that he caused it. “You have to fix it. No more shoving her away”

“I know”

“Good. Now get back to work, we leave in thirty” Michone said.

That night Daryl found you at your guard tower sitting outside watching the stars. He knocked on the window on the corner wall by you. Glancing over you raised it was him, you rolled your eyes.

“I thought i said to stay the hell away Daryl” you said, a bit of venom dripped in your voice. Something Daryl had never heard from you.

“I know, Im sorry”

“Sorry isn't going to cut it” You told him, “For months you have pushed me away, made me feel worthless to you and I pushed through but you have no right…”

“I know,” he said, cutting you off. “I was afraid of getting’ hurt y/n”

“Hurt?”

“yer sunshine and I'm…”

“A starry night,” you told him. Holding his gaze. “You're like the stars in the night sky, bright enough to make the darkness not so scary. I always thought you were, but then you changed.”

“I…I couldn't stand yer optimism” he said, “ya made me feel…”

“Made you feel what”

“Like my heart was gonna explode” he said, crouching down by you, “yur makin me feel optimistic about the world”

“I like having that effect on people” you told him, “I like having an affect on you”

“Ya do” he said, “Ya make me feel happy like I haven't been in a while”

“Good” you said and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You pulled away from him, “Tell me your sorry again”

“I'm sorry Y/N” he said, the husky voice of the redneck sent shivers down your spine.

“And that you won't ever push me away like you did”

“I promise,” he said, smiling at the way you were making him tell you what you already knew was true. You pulled the man back and kissed him deeply. He pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and carried you into your tower. The sounds and moans that escaped your guard tower that night were heard across the starry sky, which seemed to smile down towards the Prison.

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He Comes Alive (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: You find yourself in an abandoned house that Leon has dragged you to, where you come to realize the nightmare has only begun.

Word Count: 5.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, monster f*cking, body horror, lactation kink, unaliving attempt DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

There is a unaliving attempt in this part. I have marked the beginning and end of this part with ✧⭒⭒✧ that way it can be skipped if it is triggering

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

The soft sound of a fire crackling slowly pulls you from your sleep. Your eyes flutter open and take in your surroundings. It’s dark; there’s a lit fireplace and you’re laying on a beat up couch wrapped in a thick wool blanket. Despite this, there is a noticeable chill in the air, causing you to shiver and wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. That’s when you notice a figure sitting in front of the fireplace on the floor, wearing gray sweatpants that are torn from the knees down. One leg is propped up for his arm to rest on the knee while a long, black tail is laying on the floor, curled around him, occasionally patting itself onto the floor. It’s Leon, and suddenly the memories of what had happened at the BSAA headquarters comes rushing at you.

Hearing you stir, Leon turns around. Much to your relief, his face appears to be normal, not that grotesque thing you saw before. His eyes, however, were still that glowing crimson and his exposed skin covered in those inky veins. A soft smile spreads across his lips.

“Angel… you’re awake!” he exclaims, moving himself from in front of the fireplace to in front of the couch, his hand running through your hair, “how are you feeling?”

You flinch away from him, sitting up and moving to the other side of the couch, away from him; the blanket still tightly wrapped around your body, “what the hell are you?”

Leon frowns, standing up. He doesn’t approach you, however you watch as his back claws come out of his back, flexing; almost like he’s trying to impress you.

“I am your mate,” he replies, stepping closer to you.

You let out a pathetic sob, pressing yourself against the corner of the couch, your body trembling. You can’t take your eyes off him, you don’t dare to.

“Don’t come any closer!” you cry out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

“You have nothing to fear from me, Angel. I did what I had to; to protect you and our offspring.”

“You killed them… the hikers… MY FATHER!” you scream, the tears pouring down your face now as the reality of everything that has occurred in the last few days sinks in.

“Your Father was hurting you!” he practically roars as he climbs onto the couch towards you, “and he was keeping me from my mate!”

His mouth is clenched in a snarl, giving you a close up view of his long, sharp incisors. His breaths are hot and heavy against your face, one hand gripped into the arm of the couch while the other is gripped into the back of it with his back claws acting as a cage around you.

“I did what I had to…” he continues, bringing his lips within an inch of yours, “because I love you.”

His lips softly seal themselves over yours and you immediately feel yourself melting into him. You close your eyes as one arm wraps around you, holding you protectively as the kiss deepens. You feel his other hand place itself on your swollen belly beneath the blanket, feeling your unborn child stir in reaction to him. You’re completely lost in the moment, forgetting that the man on top of you isn’t entirely human. That is until you feel his tail brush up against the side of your body, causing you to flinch and push him away abruptly.

Again, Leon frowns, still caging you beneath his body. After a moment of staring down at you, he stands up, turning and walking into another room. You watch his back claws sink into his back, leaving small scar-like marks where the claws were, his tail gently moving back and forth as he walks. You take this moment to yourself to really look at your surroundings. The building you're in is just as dilapidated as the couch you’re laying on; you’re in an abandoned house with no indication of where exactly you are.

You jolt when you hear a door slam, Leon must have gone outside. From where you’re sitting, you can see that the trees outside are heavily covered in snow. You shiver from the cold again, standing up from the couch to walk behind it, pushing it closer to the fireplace before walking back around to lay back down onto it. As you stare into the fire, you run through all the events that led you to this exact moment.

“I should have stayed in college…” you mutter to yourself, your eyes growing heavy from fatigue.

You don’t realize you fell asleep until you hear a loud thud hit the floor in front of you, causing you to jolt awake. Leon is looming over you, his mouth, chest and arms covered in fresh blood. He points to the floor in front of the couch.

“Feed.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your eyes following his gesture, startled when you see a dead deer on the floor, a large wound in its neck where you assume Leon fed from it. You look back at him, confused.

“Leon I… I can’t just eat a whole deer, it’d have to be cooked--”

His eyes narrow threateningly at you for a moment before he reaches down, grabbing the deer and dragging it off to another room. You do your best not to listen to the sounds of Leon gutting the animal. After a few minutes, Leon walks back in with a cut of meat stabbed onto a thick branch. He goes to sit on the couch; you move your legs a little to make room for him to sit. Using the stick, he holds the venison over the fire, occasionally turning it.

His tail is still out, draped over your legs and onto the floor. Against your better judgment, you reach out with your hand to touch it. The outer shell is hard, reminding you of a crustacean or an insect. Your eyes trail down the tail to the end where it ends in a blade-like tip. It’s as horrifying to you as it is fascinating. When your eyes turn back to Leon, his crimson gaze is locked onto you, a subtle smile on his lips before turning his attention back onto the venison he’s cooking for you.

He pulls the venison from the fire’s heat, handing the stick to you, “here, it should be cooked enough for you to eat.”

You hesitate at first, but you end up taking the stick from him and biting into the meat. It’s still quite rare, but you continue to eat it anyway; you have no clue when you’ve eaten last.

“Thank you… Leon…” you say between bites.

“No need to thank me, I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best mate for you,” he replies before leaning over you to kiss your forehead, undoubtedly staining your forehead with the blood on his lips.

After you finish eating, you discard the stick onto the floor. Leon suddenly moves closer to you, snuggling behind you even though there isn’t nearly enough room for both of you on the beat up couch. His arm wraps around you, laying his hand on your swollen belly. Nuzzling his cheek next to yours, you can feel him smile when you feel the baby kick.

“Daddy loves you too, Nora,” he whispers, rubbing your belly gently.

Nora? He’s already named the baby��

His tail, which has been draped across the floor in front of the couch, suddenly starts retreating, making a sickening wet sound as it slides back into his body. Your gaze shifts to one of the windows, the first signs of the sun peering through the snow covered trees, making them sparkle. You feel Leon’s body relax onto yours as he falls asleep, trapping you next to him. Your mind races, trying to figure out what to do next. You know one thing for certain: you cannot stay here.

Over the next several days, you learn Leon’s new routine. For the most part, he sleeps during the day and at night, he either hunts or spends time trying to make the abandoned house more livable. There’s no electricity and the only heat is from the fireplace, but even that doesn’t put out much heat, especially at night. For some reason, he expects you to follow his sleep schedule, however, your days are spent mentally planning how you’re going to get away.

You need to get back in contact with Clive and get back to the BSAA, but how? You haven’t the slightest clue where you are or even how far away from civilization you are. On top of this, you know it’s only a matter of time before Leon attempts to give you his ‘gift’ again, which terrifies you. You don’t want to be turned into some vampire-bug thing and that’s not a life you want for your child, either, regardless if the alternative is to put them out of their misery.

It seems that when Leon does go hunting, he’s only feeding off of large mammals, you reckon that’s to not attract the BSAA’s attention, he’s made it very clear to you that he has no intentions of getting himself caught again. You finally deduce that your only chance of getting away will be when he’s asleep during the day, but he usually has you wrapped in his arms when he’s asleep. You’ve noticed, however, that he is an extremely heavy sleeper. Your tossing and turning doesn’t wake him. You can use this to your advantage.

As another morning creeps in, you decide it’s either now or never. You wait until Leon is completely asleep before you attempt to maneuver yourself from his embrace, gently lifting his arm off of you before you carefully roll yourself off the couch. Once you're on the floor, you stand up, quietly making your way into what you believe used to be a kitchen to see if you can find any supplies. You don’t find anything in the kitchen, but in one of the old bedrooms you do find an old beat up backpack.

With that, you pack some blankets and some of the venison that Leon has cooked and preserved for you, as well as other supplies you stumble upon. You walk back into the living room quietly, standing in the threshold as you watch Leon sleep on the couch. Your stomach sinks when he suddenly stirs in his sleep, his arms go to squeeze you tight only to realize you’re not there. You suck in a breath as his eyes open.

Oh shit, oh shit oh shit…

His brilliant blues look around the room, finally settling on you just standing there with the backpack slung onto your back. He yawns, sitting up on one elbow.

“What are ya doin’?” he asks, his voice slurred in fatigue.

Quick, think of something!

“I-I… I was getting restless so I… thought going on a walk would help,” you reply, trying to disguise the nervousness in your voice.

Leon stares at you for a moment and to your relief, he lays back down, closing his eyes, “don’t be too long.”

You let out a long exhale in relief, “I won’t, I promise.”

Not wasting this opportunity, you walk out from the living room threshold, quickly finding the front door and walking out. The house sits in the middle of a very dense, snow covered forest. You can see the remnants of where Leon has gone out to hunt for wildlife. You decide to go in the opposite direction. You reckon where there's no wildlife, there’s bound to be civilization.

You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been walking. Much to your relief, the forest floor doesn’t have a ton of snow on it, helping to cover your tracks. You grab clumps of snow from the trees for water, stopping occasionally to rest and nibble on the venison you brought along, but you don’t ever stop for long; you know Leon’s going to wake up and realize you’re not back yet.

The sky begins to turn an intense shade of orange as the sun starts to set, scattering God rays all around you, but it quickly starts getting dark and just when you decide you should probably get some rest to conserve your energy for the next day, the most agonizing pain you’ve ever felt courses through your whole body. Your limbs convulse and you go into a coughing fit, causing you to fall onto your hands and knees. You bring one hand up to cover your mouth as you cough. When the coughing fit finally subsides, you move your hand away only to find it’s covered in blood.

Your eyes widen, staring down at your blood covered hand in horror, your hand trembling. You clench your hand, finding a spot of snow to wash your hand off in before standing back up. You take this as your sign that you definitely need to stop and get some rest. Much to your relief, you find a cluster of rocks that create a cave-like structure; a perfect place for you to take shelter in for what’s going to be a very cold and miserable night. You crawl inside, slipping your backpack off to grab the blanket out of it, wrapping yourself in it.

You somehow manage to doze off, however you’re suddenly jolted awake by the most gut-wrenching sound you’ve ever heard; it almost sounds like a roar, but way too high pitched to be a bear or a coydog. The pain from earlier comes rushing back, causing your body to convulse again. Your immediate instinct is that it’s Leon, so you waste no time stuffing your blanket back into your bag and crawling out of the cave.

The awful sound continues and it’s coming from the direction whence you came, seemingly miles away, so you make a run for it in the opposite direction. It’s dark, but thankfully the moon is giving you a little bit of light to navigate your way without hurting yourself. You go into another coughing fit again as you run, tasting the blood in your mouth as you cough, spitting it out. After what seems like an eternity of running, you hear a sound you never thought in a million years you’d be happy to hear: a semi-truck horn.

Despite the strain in your legs and the pain coursing through your body, you press on with renewed determination to get to this road that is close by. By now, you can see lights peaking through the trees and as you burst out of the tree line, you stumble upon the source. It’s a rest stop with a diner attached to it, with a highway separating you and the building. You look both ways before running across the road, staggering through the parking lot before pushing the doors open to go into the diner. You make a mental note of the large number of cars with Pennsylvania license plates.

As you walk in, an older woman, clearly a waitress, looks over and smiles at you, “hey sweetie, what can we get you?”

“Um… do you have a bathroom I can use?” you ask timidly, unconsciously rubbing your pregnant belly.

“Absolutely, it’s right in the back, help yourself!” the waitress replies as she points to the back of the diner.

“Thank you…”

You stumble into the bathroom, the pain now completely overwhelming you as you catch yourself on the bathroom counter. You start coughing again, blood splattering into the sink as you cough. You look down at your hands, freezing up when you see dark, inky veins sprawled across them. You quickly slip your bag off, turning to the side as you look in the mirror and pulling your shirt down where Leon had bit you at the BSAA lab. The bite wound is still there but it’s almost completely healed. Hesitantly, you turn to your other shoulder, pulling that side down, your eyes widening when you see a newer bite, this time it has those inky veins sprawling out of the wound.

You’re infected.

Your mind races trying to figure out when he had infected you, and you realize it must have been after you fainted in the BSAA building. As you continue to stare in horror at the wound on your shoulder, a searing pain goes through your skull, causing you to grab your head with both your hands and that’s when you hear a voice, Leon’s voice.

W̷͓̽ḥ̵͝y̷͓͝ ̷͚͒á̸͜r̴̻̉ȩ̶͝ ̴̮̿y̷̖̍o̴̖̚ȗ̴̢ ̴̘̽a̴̬̕f̴͚̈r̷̘̉à̸̰ḯ̴͉d̶͍̄ ̵̺̔ö̸̼́f̴̞̽ ̷̯͌m̷̱͝ë̴͚?̷͊͜

“Stop!” you cry out, still grasping your head as the pain in your body worsens; it takes everything in you to stay standing up because you're trembling so much.

Finally, the episode subsides. You pull your shirt back up and sling the backpack back over your shoulders before rushing out of the bathroom; you need to get away from here as fast as possible. Leon could be here any minute and you know with all these people here, it could be a bloodbath. You run back out into the parking lot, finding a group of vehicles in the back of the lot and try opening the doors. Luck is thankfully on your side, because a red Ford pickup has its door unlocked. You toss the bag into the passenger’s seat before getting into the driver’s seat, taking a deep breath as you recall something your father had taught you right before you had left for college.

“Now, I’m going to teach you something that you are only to use in emergencies! I don’t want to get a phone call from the police telling me my daughter stole a car for fun!”

You reach down, pulling the panel under the steering wheel out and finding the ignition switch that your father had pointed out to you. Once you had the correct wires disconnected, you put them together. The truck immediately starts turning over and comes to life. You feel a rush of relief fall over you as you throw the car into drive, before pulling out of the rest stop. You look down onto the passenger’s side floor, seeing a large hunting knife, a pistol and a wallet; they must have gotten knocked down there when you threw your bag into your seat. Lady luck is definitely on your side.

You have no clue where you’re going to go, but anywhere is better than here.

He believes she had gone into the diner but he couldn’t just walk in to investigate, especially while wearing nothing but torn sweatpants caked in blood. So he bided his time, waiting in the darkness of the parking lot, his crimson eyes scanning the area for anyone who was close to his normal clothing size. He doesn’t have to wait long; a blue Honda Civic pulls into the parking lot, a man getting out of his car and complaining to himself how he has to take a piss.

He’ll do.

A smirk crosses Leon’s lips as he watches the man go into the diner. Making sure no one is around, he stalks over to the man’s car, using the blade on the end of his tail to dig into one of the man’s passenger side tires: not too deep to make the tire deflate prematurely. Once Leon is satisfied, he returns to the darkness of the parking lot, waiting for the man to return to his car. Within minutes he comes back out, getting in his car and driving off. Leon returns to the forest and follows the car; he’s able to keep up with him with ease.

As Leon planned, the tire suddenly pops, forcing the man to pull over and inspect the tire. Leon watches the man bend down, running his hand through his hair and cursing. With his back to the forest, Leon is able to walk up to the man and grab him, his clawed hand covering the man’s mouth as he drags him into the forest. Leon wastes no time snapping the man’s neck, killing him instantly before laying him down onto the ground to remove his clothing.

Getting the clothes into a pile away from the body, Leon uses this opportunity to feed. He had been feeding on animals for so long he forgot how euphoric human blood tastes. He groans as his teeth sink into the man’s flesh, the blood rushing into his mouth, swallowing greedily. The man’s blood completely drained, Leon mutates back into his human form, pulling off his sweatpants and putting them onto the dead man before getting dressed into the clothes he pilfered.

Leon walks back out of the forest, grabbing the car keys from the ignition and unlocking the trunk to grab the spare tire and car jack. After changing the tire, Leon puts the ruined tire in the trunk, slamming it shut before climbing into the driver’s seat and turning the car back around to go back to the rest stop. He pulls into the parking lot, parking close to the front of the diner before getting out and walking inside.

The morning sun is rising on the diner when Leon walks in. He notes that there are several police officers talking to an older heavy set gentlemen, his face red in rage as he addresses the police officers.

“I’m telling you, that pregnant bitch that came in here and ran out stole my truck! My wallet and my hunting gear are in there! You need to get it back NOW!”

“Larry, don't be ridiculous! There is no way that sweet girl stole your truck. You're the idiot that was stupid enough to leave his stuff in his truck with the door unlocked!” the waitress calls out to him from behind the diner bar, noticing Leon had just come in, batting her eyelashes at him as her eyes look up and down his body, “hey there handsome! What can we get you?”

“Did he say a pregnant girl came in here?” Leon asks the waitress as he walks up to her.

“Yeah, she came in about three hours ago, used the bathroom and left in a hurry. Larry thinks she stole his truck but I’m telling you, there is no way she stole his truck. That’s just not something girls do, you know?”

“Of course not,” Leon replies, giving the waitress his sweetest smile, “that actually sounds like my wife, her car broke down and she must have come here to use the bathroom before walking back home.”

The waitress pouts briefly before continuing, “oh… are you looking for her?”

“I am; seems like I just missed her. I’ll see if I can catch up with her. Thank you miss!”

Leon walks back out into the parking lot, looking around to see if he could sense her nearby.

She definitely stole the truck, Leon thinks to himself, especially with her father having been the local mechanic in Oakvale, he can imagine he taught her how to hotwire a car at some point.

With the sun coming up, it’s difficult for him to use his gift to pinpoint his mate but he can tell she’s nowhere in the area. Walking back to the car, he climbs back in and starts it, pulling out of the rest stop and getting back onto the highway. As the sun gets higher in the sky, his grip on his gift becomes non-existent, making it impossible to track her now.

“What was I thinking, letting her go outside for a walk…” Leon says to himself, his lips twitching in frustration as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

He never thought in a million years that she’d run from him, especially since giving her his gift. It seems to be taking an awfully long time for it to develop in her; then again, this is the second time he himself has passed his gift along to someone, the first attempt being a failure, so he has nothing to base that off of. He had given his gift to her while she was unconscious. He didn’t want to do that, he wanted to make giving her his gift a special occasion, but after what had happened while he was in captivity, he had no other choice; she would have certainly run from him otherwise.

A motel in the distance catches Leon’s attention and he pulls into it, figuring he can sleep there until nightfall when he can properly track his mate again. The man’s wallet was thankfully in the back pocket of the pants that Leon stole. He pulls out the wallet, finding about $100 in cash as well as his driver’s license inside. The guy, named William Bachmann, had a slight resemblance to Leon, but not enough to pass off as him realistically. Leon gets out of the car and walks into the office of the motel.

The man behind the counter, a scrawny gentleman with an unshaven face with coarse salt and pepper hair looks up, groaning as he stands up from the stool he was sitting in, “what can I do for ya, strangah?”

The man has a thick accent, reminding Leon of the merchant that he encountered while he was deployed in Spain to rescue the president’s daughter, causing him to smirk a little.

“I’d like to rent one of your fine rooms, mister,” Leon replies, leaning his arm against the counter as he addresses the man.

“I’ll need ya driver’s license, mate,” the man retorts.

“I unfortunately don’t have that on me, I’m only going to stay until tonight. I don’t want any trouble, pal.”

The man narrows his eyes at Leon, thinking for a moment before clearing his throat, “fine, what’s ya name?”

“Bill Bachmann.”

The man pulls out a ledger, jotting down the name that Leon gave him before handing him a key with a number tag on it, “ya in room numbah 10, last dooah on the left when ya head back outside. Ya bettah be gone by mornin’, strangah. 20 bucks.”

Leon grabs the key from him, handing the man $20 before turning to walk out of the office and to his motel room. Unlocking the door with the key, Leon steps inside the musty room, shutting and locking the door behind him. The first thing he does is close the curtains, trying to block as much sunlight he possibly can. Once he’s satisfied, he walks over to the full size bed, practically collapsing onto it. The bed is not nearly as comfortable as home, but it’s better than the beat up couch and that awful bed at the BSAA lab.

There’s TV across from the bed, Leon finds the remote on the nightstand next to the bed, turning the TV on and mindlessly searching the channels. He stumbles onto The Price is Right, deciding that this would be a good show to try to fall asleep to. An advertisement comes on for flower delivery for Valentine’s Day, causing Leon to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s already February? Shit…”

His thoughts immediately turn to his angel, his mate. He misses her terribly even though she’s only been away from him for less than a day. Even when he had brought her to that abandoned house he found, she kept herself distant from him after she woke up. Any attempt at initiating intimacy was met with her pushing him away. He was hoping his gift would eventually get her to come around but unfortunately for him, it’s not developed enough in her to have an influence on her yet.

He then contemplates what he’ll do when he catches up to her, which he is confident he’ll be able to; each day his gift grows stronger inside her. He isn’t angry at her, he knows she’s scared. People are naturally afraid of things they don’t understand. He remembers how uneasy he’d become when he had been given the gift. The president’s daughter, Ashley Graham, had attempted to use the same machine that he used to remove the gift from her, however, she had failed and he didn’t realize it had failed until he returned home to the United States.

It wasn’t until the gift fully consumed him did he realize how good the gift was, how strong and agile it had made him; so he tried to make himself disappear, knowing if the government had found out he was still infected with the gift, he’d be executed. Having to feast on blood was an unfortunate side effect, but one he could live with if it meant having his amazing abilities. Once again, his thoughts return to his angel, continuing to think of what he’ll do to sway her into not being afraid.

I’ll take her on a nice date for Valentine’s Day, maybe even show her how I hunt… show her how I’ll be able to provide for her and Nora… show her that the gift is nothing to be afraid of…

Thinking of her is getting him worked up. With one hand, he begins undoing his belt and pants, reaching inside to grab his half hardened cock, stroking it slowly as he continues to think about her. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the pillow, softly moaning as he pictures her beautiful pregnant body. He moans her name out over and over as he bucks his hips up into his fist. It doesn’t take long for him to push himself over the edge, spilling his warm seed all over his hand.

Using his other hand, he tucks his softening cock back into his pants before getting up from the bed to clean his hand off in the sink. Once in the bathroom, he looks at himself in the mirror, letting himself relax as he washes his cum off his hand in the sink. The black veins sprawl across his neck and face, his crimson eyes taking in the unshaven look of his face. He smirks devilishly at his reflection.

I’m going to show you how beautiful our gift is, angel…

You’ve lost track of how long and how far you’ve been driving. You were able to confirm that you are somewhere in Pennsylvania, having stopped at a couple gas stations along the way to fill the tank in the truck. With the sun now setting, you decide you need to stop somewhere and take a break, however you haven't come upon another rest stop. To your relief, you see a large JCPenney department store, pulling into the parking lot and parking the truck in the back of the lot under one of the parking lot lights.

When you kill the engine, you simply sit there with your hands on the steering wheel, staring into space for a moment before eventually breaking down, your body shaking as violent sobs come out of you. You rest your forehead on the steering wheel, tears dripping down your face and landing on your dirty jeans.

How could this have happened? How did you manage to get yourself wrapped up in something so insane. First you dropout of college and now this; you truly have awful luck…

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You shift your bloodshot gaze over to the passenger’s side floor, seeing the pistol and hunting knife laying there. Your mind begins to spiral; you’re carrying a child that you’re not even sure is entirely human and you are slowly being turned into a monster. You lean over, grabbing the pistol. You hold it gingerly in your hands; the kindest thing for you and your unborn child is to put both of you out of your misery.

With trembling hands, you grasp the pistol with both hands, pointing the barrel towards you; you take a couple of deep breaths before placing the barrel of the pistol into your mouth. Tears are now pouring down your face, you close your eyes, your thumbs pressing against the trigger. You brace yourself before finally squeezing the trigger with your thumbs. You jump, however the only sound that is heard is the click of the empty chamber of the pistol.

It’s not loaded… of course it’s not loaded…

You let out a frustrated cry, throwing the pistol against the passenger’s side door before collapsing your upper body onto the steering wheel. You remember the hunting knife is also on the floor, so you reluctantly lean over and grab that. Holding the blade towards you with both hands and you go to pierce it through your heart, however, you’re stopped. You find yourself fighting against yourself for control of the knife. Your head starts pulsating and you watch the inky black veins appear on your hands once more.

D̸̩̤͐ó̴͉̆ṉ̴̖͛'̵̹̊t̸̏͜ ̶̤͛͛d̷̲͝ǫ̵͕̒͑ ̴͎̟̾̃ṱ̷̓h̸͚̦̕̕i̴̟͝s̵͓͉͊.̸͇͙͒.̶͍͌͜.̷͔̣̚ ̵̡̺̓t̵͔̃̅h̴̤̖̄͝è̶̢͓ŕ̵̬ḕ̸̙ ̶̹̀̐í̶̡̠̎s̵͉͎̓ ̵̼̹͘n̸͍͒́ọ̶̈́͘ț̴̍h̷̳̽̓i̵̳͉̐̚n̵̠̣͛̒g̸̱̈́̕ ̵̘̑t̸̺͓́͠o̵̼̹͗̊ ̷̲͈̀̍f̵͔̙̓ẽ̸͎͘ȧ̶͎̯r̸̩̊ͅ.̴̜̎ ̴̭̤̎͘Ọ̴̅̋u̴̗͍̓r̴̡̐ ̶̡͚̇g̸̳̈́i̸͔̒͊f̸̞̪́͠t̷̞͂̋ ̶̟̈́ỉ̴̩̼̐s̴͍̎ ̸̨̀͋a̸̞͊͜ ̸̙͆͜b̴͕̫̋ḛ̷̦͂̀a̶̳̤͘ů̶̱̤̈́ṯ̶̆i̸̡̛̥͌f̵̬̖̐ů̶̼͜l̴̘͍̃ ̸̦͊̔t̶̤̬͊h̶͉̩̓̕i̴̦̍n̴̲͌g̵̰̀.̸̜̫̎̉ ̵̝̲̃I̸̠͘'̸̻̌̏l̷͇̲͆ḻ̸̻̆͑ ̴̲̓͠ś̸̫h̷͍͆ö̷͉͌w̷̛͎�� ̸̨̛̝͘ỷ̵̳õ̷͔ủ̶̞̊,̴͚̭̍ ̶͙͆͒Ǐ̷͚̭ ̴̟̓̂p̶̾̽ͅȑ̷͈ỏ̴͍̟m̵̝͗i̸̹͌s̸͉̀̌e̸̤͗.̸̺̩̃͑

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With the realization that Leon himself is stopping you from doing what you feel needs to be done, you punch the steering wheel, crying out in pain when your knuckles scrape across it. You decide the best thing for now is to get some sleep, then come up with a plan in the morning. You lay yourself across the seat of the truck, propping your back against the driver’s side door while keeping the knife clutched in your hands.

It takes a while, but your eyes eventually grow heavy and you manage to fall asleep. You dream of your father, of the times he’d take you hiking on the Franconia Notch trails and stopping to go see the Old Man on the Mountain; a natural rock formation on the side of Cannon Mountain that looks like the side profile of a man. You’re both laughing and smiling until something suddenly bursts through your father’s chest, spilling blood everywhere.

Your father’s eyes are locked onto yours, mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ before he collapses onto the ground. Leon is behind him, causing you to stumble backwards, pressing your back against a tree. You watch Leon pull his tail out of your father’s lifeless body, bringing the bladed end to his lips, licking the blood clean off of it before approaching you. His crimson eyes bore into you and you watch as his jaw splits in half, revealing rows of teeth as four mandibles come out from the depths of his mouth. The mouth opens, letting out a horrendous screech--

Then a series of loud knocks rips you from your slumber, causing you to jump. You scramble forward towards the passenger’s side, gripping the knife in your hands as you turn to face the driver’s side window. There is a woman outside of the truck with short black hair; she appears Asian but it’s hard to tell behind the dirty glass of the window. She’s wearing a red v-cut top and you can see she has black gloves on as she continues to knock on the window.

“Hey! It’s alright! I’m from the BSAA,” she says, her voice muffled behind the glass; you watch her pull out what appears to be a badge, “the name’s Ada. I’m here to help.”

'Glitch' text translation: Why are you afraid of me?

Don't do this... there is nothing to fear. Our gift is a beautiful thing. I'll show you, I promise.

Part 9

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