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Ok here is a crossover idea for havenfall, could you do havenfalls finest plus mc, Vanessa and Antonio with reader who is like hunter (grimwalker) who ran away from their creator and in a middle of a date or in a middle of a fight they encounter with their creator

HAVENFALL IS FOR LOVERS X GRIMWALKER!READER [HEADCANNONS]

Hello! Sorry for the wait, this was a lovely idea, here you go love!

[BACKSTORY]

(I tried not to be too specific, so you can insert your own backstory, whether it’s like hunters or something different, enjoy!)

I dropped the last box with a huff, wiping the sweat from my forehead, and promptly sneezing when dust blows out from underneath the box, travelling upwards to my nose.

I take another look around the small, dusty house, it wasn’t much, the windows were cracked and the white paint was peeling off the walls, exposing the disgusting yellowing walls, but I’d make it a home.

It was better than nothing I suppose, and it’s somewhere far, far away from where I was before, who I was with before.

My Aunties face fills my mind, the familiar hair, those knowing eyes, the look on her face when I stumbled away from her, asking what happened to the previous ones, our family.

I was a Grimwalker, the name made my knees weak so I sat down on one of the cardboard boxes, my head in my hands, apparently there was other.. me’s, well, I was somebody else.

It was so scary, I felt like somebody else’s bones were inside of me, but I never had any bones to begin with.

I never questioned who my mother was, I could see the way my Aunt’s kind face twisted, and back then I’d rather take a bullet than cause her any kind of harm, now, I sort of wish I’d probed more.

I still didn’t even know much about my mom, or the past me I guess, but I saw the pictures, the resemblance, so many people standing next to my Auntie, all sharing similar features to me, and my Aunt didn’t change, each picture she grew older, but not enough for me to not question how old she actually was.

Part of me wished I didn’t snoop around, but I didn’t know what I was going to see, the pristine walls of the lab still make a shiver roll down my spine, the herbs and ingredients littered all over the tables unlike any I’ve seen before.

The book, that damn book, the recipe for a Grimwalker, I didn’t know what that meant, until I turned and she was standing right behind me, a cold empty look on her features.

“A-Auntie, what is this?” My voice shook, she didn’t say anything, staring down at me completely emotionless, “Who are those other people?”

She flinched violently, clearly I’d struck a nerve, and when a cool venomous look overtakes her, my fingers tighten against the book in my hands, “What a shame.” the way she looked at me, like I was easily replaceable, “Out of all the Grimwalkers, you looked the most like her.”

“What?..”

I barely escaped with my life, I didn’t understand, but when I finally stopped at a unfamiliar park, empty as the sun started to set, I realised I was still holding the book, and I looked at it, anxiety making me nauseous.

I was a clone, whatever I was, it isn’t human, and when I rubbed the skin on my arm I still couldn’t comprehend it was Palistrom wood that made it up, that I was made in the image of someone else, as were many people before me.

I ran, and I didn’t come back, and now, here I am in a dead-end town in Indiana, a shitty house I managed with the small amount of savings in my house, every morning I woke up worried sick about this being the day she finds me, forces me back with her.

And I small part of me missed my Aunt, she was distant, but I always thought she cared, but every time I tried to remind myself of that, the image of her face, staring down in cold contempt, like I could be replaced in a second, always clouded over that image.

I took a deep breath, standing up off the box, I shouldn’t spend anymore time lingering on this, it’s been months since I’ve run away, trying to move on might make me feel better, finding a purpose for myself.

I wasn’t going to say anything about the Grimwalker thing, I didn’t want too, there’s nobody I would really tell anyway, but I got hired at the nearby bowling alley and I didn’t exactly put that on my resume.

It’s fine, it’s all fine, I can start fresh here, and just.. forget about it, she can’t find me here anyway, right?

MACKENZIE HUNT

[YOUR POV]

Damien snarls, he sways like he’s drunk, being thrown into a car probably does that to you, and bloodied foam comes out his mouth like a injured dog with rabies.

“What do you need from me, Mac?” I ask her, adrenaline making me grip her shoulders tighter than I probably need too, “You already brought me back, now just watch as I teach him a lesson.” She replies, her voice a low growl.

She turns towards Damien, walking up to him with easy confidence, the smugness of a predator knowing they’ve won, “Having trouble with your words, Damien?”

He throws his head back in a howl, and the answering howls are almost deafening, “You have nobody else to call, don’t even bother, nobodies coming to save your sorry ass.” She responses, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

He grins, the sight of blood dripping out of his teeth and off his bared fangs is sickening, “That’s where your wrong, Hunt.” His voice is also a low growl, but one brought from a pain and a extremely bruised throat.

“What?” She approaches him, and I can see confusion started to mimic my own growing anxiety, for someone clearly on the losing side he seemed pretty smug, “What are you talking about?”

His wild, golden eyes shift to me, his wide grin stretching even further, despite how painful it must be for him, “I know somebodies dirty little secret.” He raises a brow at me, and the knot of old fear rises in me again, he couldn’t possible mean..

“Is that really all I am to you, darling?” The voice that haunts my dreams, despite how far I’ve pushed it down, wrings throughout the quiet street, “Just a dirty little secret?”

[MACKENZIE’S POV]

I turned my head violently to the side, my instincts burned underneath my skin and flared when a unfamiliar voice calls out, but mostly at the icy cold dread that shot down the bond.

“You know, I’m proud of you,” The woman in question is staring directly at my partner, “You’ve got a little band of freaks here to protect you, did I really scare you that much, dear?”

They’re shaking, their face blanched a sickly pale, their lips part as if to answer but nothing other than a shaky breath escapes them.

“Well, I hope you’ve enjoyed your little vacation, small one.” She starts moving closer, confidence dripping off every step, “but it’s time for you to come home.”

That makes me spring into action, stepping in-front of them when the woman tries to approach, “They’re not going anywhere, and who the hell are you?” My voice is a low timbre, a defensive growl rasping at the end of my sentence.

She finally notices the other people around her, specially me, and she wrinkles her nose, staring me down like I’m some scum on the bottom of her heel, “Quiet, mutt.”

That seems to break my partner out of whatever stupor they’ve been in, “Don’t call my girlfriend that!” Their voice comes out in a shaky hiss, and inappropriate warmth blossoms in my chest when I’m referred to as their girlfriend, we haven’t exactly had that talk yet.

“Oooh! The Grimwalker speaks!“ She lets her voice turn a octave higher in mock amazement, “Didn’t realise you didn’t need your little ‘girlfriend’ to do that for you.”

Grimwalker? I swear I’ve heard the term somewhere, it tickles the back of my mind but I can’t place my finger on it, it must be something awful by the feeling that shoots down the bond.

It’s a old feeling, fear, stress and ice cold dread that bubbles through our link, and I’ve swiftly decided that I never want them to feel like that again.

And the woman in-front of us is the one causing that.

BONUS:

“Sweetheart..” It’s a hard question, and I rub my thumb over their hand when they tense in anticipation, pretty much on the edge of my bed, “What’s a Grimwalker?”

They let out a shaky breath, tears forming in the corner of their eyes, I didn’t want to ask if it caused them this much pain, but I needed to know, her Aunt could be a threat to the town.

“It’s… pretty much a re-animated corpse, to put it in oversimplification.” They force the words out, like their throat has closed up, “I’m not, well, human, I was made in the image of someone else, someone long gone.”

They rub their arm, “I don’t have flesh, I have Palistrom wood.” Tears start to flow freely from their eyes, and I don’t even hesitate before wrapping them in my arms, “I-I’m not just me, Mackenzie, there’s b-been so many of me I don’t even know!-“

I make soothing noises, I didn’t know exactly what a Grimwalker was, but I knew my partner, and I loved them anyway.

JORDAN DAVIES:

[YOUR POV]

JD and I didn’t get to go out much, it was always deadly drama after deadly drama, but now that everything settled (for now.) we decided to take a trip to Indy, relaxing in the park with a nice picnic.

“That is a whole sin.” I wrinkle my nose at their fries, the basket completely overfilled with gravy, avocado, cheddar cheese and more things that would make me gag to name, they just grinned devilishly at me.

“I’m all about sinning, baby.” They wink, all of their teeth bared in their teasing smile, I just laugh and push their shoulder gently, taking a bite of my own burger.

I felt so good, everything just felt so right, sitting here with JD, laughing and smiling, for the first time in my life I could just forget, forget about the bad things, I didn’t think much about the Grimwalker thing for awhile now, and part of me felt guilty for not telling them, but I didn’t matter.

It was in the past, and although I doubt they’d care if their partner was a Grimwalker or not, I just didn’t want to mention something I didn’t think was important anymore, I was safe, and I was never seeing my Aunt ever again.

At least, that’s what I thought.

I felt JD poke me, and that brought me out of my thoughtful silence, “You good?” They said it in a half joking tone, a smirk on their lips but the glimmer of concern in their eyes spoke volumes, but I just smiled, leaning over to kiss it away.

“I’m alright.. I’m just so happy you’re here with me, JD.” I noticed them flush slightly, before wrapping their arm around me, tugging me closer, “Yeah,” they sigh happily, closing their eyes and basking in the warm afternoon sun, “Me too.”

Their body was warm, heating up the bare skin that was pressed against theirs, rivalling against the ice that gripped my stomach, the cold way my face blanched when I spotted a familiar brown hair.

There she stood, at the open gate, that same icy stare trained right on me, “No..” it slips from my mouth before I can stop it.

“Ah,” A slow, dull smile stretches across her lips, “Hello dear, enjoy your little vacation?”

[JD’S POV]

I immediately noticed the way my partner froze up, the way their lips parted in shock, I didn’t know this woman, but if they reacted like that, it was probably bad news.

My arm around them tightened, and I followed them when they shot to their feet in shock, “You… you- it can’t be!” Their voice is shrill with fear, their pupils blown small.

“Oh, but it can, my dear.” She swayed towards us, the smile on her face a contrast to her cold eyes that stayed laser focused on my partner, “Now, little one, it’s time to come home, home to Auntie.”

She finally reached us and extended a hand to grab at my partners wrists, but I immediately catch it before she can lay a finger on them, “Who the fuck are you?” I didn’t like this woman, judging by the way my partner clinged to my jacket, she made them anxious and I didn’t like that one bit.

The woman’s steely gaze landed on me, and it made a chill go up my spine at the image of my own fathers eyes, mirroring the look of disgusted on her face.

“And who might you be?” Her voice is mocking, dripping in condescension, “Actually, I don’t care, move.”

She tries to push past me to get to my partner, but I don’t budge, scowling at them, “Both of us aren’t going anywhere, so I’ll ask you again, who the fuck are you?”

She clenched her teeth, “Oh, they will be, my name and my little Grimwalker is my business, so I’ll give you one more chance to get out of my way, little hell-child.”

The fingers clutching at me take a deadly grip, the white knuckles clenched so hard they don’t shake along with the rest of their body, I know what a Grimwalker is, my dad used to make a few of them.

My attention is removed from the woman in front of me, placing itself on my partner as I give them a wide-eyed look, shock making me temporarily forget about the shitty attempt of kidnapping.

But I can’t focus on their shaking, anxious eyes much longer before the woman reaches out again, but luckily I’m fast enough to slap her hand away.

Her scowl mirrors my own, and I can see the moment she tenses up, ready for a fight. And the whimper that my partner lets out behind me only fuels the venomous fire that builds in my bones.

She’s ready to fight, but unfortunately for her, so am I.

BONUS:

“You’re a Grimwalker.” The words blurt from my lips before I can stop them, and if my partner could get any more tense, they would have as they sat on my bed.

Tears build at the edge of their eyes, and I’m not very good at all the sappy shit but the sight of their upset makes me sit down next to them regardless of any emotional discomfort.

“Hey, hey, hey..” I put my hands on their shoulders, pulling them closer to me, they snuggle immediately into my chest and they bury their face in my chest, “I-It’s alright, I don’t mind, but..”

I wanted to ask why they didn’t want to tell me, and although I push it down, part of me is hurt they kept such a big secret, but judging by the way they shook, the feeling of wet fabric where their eyes rested, the white knuckle grip on my jacket.

That was a conversation for a different time.

RAZI NASSAR:

[YOUR POV]

The moon casts a bright light over the dark street, the cries for help from Mothman finally ceased when we burst out of the bowling alley.

The manticore was there, and immediately everyone hackles raise, Diego bares his fangs in a hiss, furry ears sprout from Mackenzie, wings bursting from JD’s back in a sweltering fire.

And the Nassars, oh the Nassars, they were enveloped in a cloud of blue smoke, I didn’t think either of them could get any more beautiful, and much to my dismay and utter awe, they really really could.

Their aura was so powerful, I may not have supernatural senses, but even I could sense the pulse of energy radiating off both of them.

We fought, their wasn’t much I could do besides get Mothman to safety, but the others made up for my lack of powers, especially those bright blue two.

They shifted the roads, the Manticore was hit with beats of energy, slamming him down on whatever they could think of, hot tar, toy building bricks, and spikes of concrete.

He let out continuous roars of pain and frustration, “ENOUGH.” His voice boomed down the street as he finally pulled himself to his feet, blood and bruises denting his skin like he’d gotten into a fistfight, not continuously pounded into LEGO road.

It was loud enough to make everyone pause, flinching back slightly, “I WANT THE MOTH, SHE HAS PROMISED THE MOTH.”

Razi recovered first, matching his booming volume, “Who?! Who’s promised you the moth?” his tone was slightly desperate, the name of the dark witch we’ve been so worried about flashing through our minds.

“I did, Nassar,” A voice comes from behind me, too close behind, “I exchanged the moth to know where my little Grimwalker has been living.”

[RAZI’S POV]

I didn’t recognise that voice, and when I turned around, the face that met my eyes didn’t help.

Adrenaline still pulsed through my veins like the magic sizzling at my fingertips, this woman could be a threat, she probably is if she promised the moth in exchange for a Grimwalker.

I stepped in front of my partner, curled protectively, the way they tensed and paled like a sheet of paper, clearly they thought this woman was a threat too.

I knew what a Grimwalker was, my family hasn’t done the spell, but we are all well aware of them, and the magical properties that can hold, but as far as I know, their has never been one here in my shift.

“Nobody is taking Mothman away, and there is no Grimwalker here.”

She laughs, a cruel, cold sound, and her piercing ice gaze almost looks right through me, directly to my partner, who’s shaking and gripping my back so hard their nails dig into my skin.

“Aw, you really didn’t tell them, darling?“ she feigns a hurt look on her face, the smirk betraying her actual feelings, “You didn’t tell your little freak posse about your aunt?“

That stunned me, aunt? But that wasn’t even the worst part,

“And, even worse,” her voice went high and breathy, like she truly couldn’t believe it, “You didn’t tell them about your, well, Grimwalker situation.”

My breathe hitches, is my lover… a Grimwalker?

BONUS:

I clutch at them as they cry into my chest, my chest aches, but it wasn’t about me, it hurt that they lied, but judging by their reaction while we cuddle in bed I can understand why they didn’t want too.

“S-She’s going to take me away-“ Their voice is choked, muffled by their face in my chest, “She’s going to take me away and I’ll never see you, o-or our friends and!-“

I shush them, clutching them ever tighter, nobody was going to take them from me, they’ll have to pry my love for my cold dead hands.

I’ll make sure of it, I’ll protect them to my last breath if I must.

DIEGO ESCALONA:

[YOUR POV]

I tried to wiggle, to squirm, but it was pointless, Antonio’s grip was like cold iron against me, his rests his head on my shoulder, those bared fangs dangerously close to my exposed neck.

“Let them go, Antonio.” Diego was tense in front of me, his fists clenched, something in the air froze, if anybody made a single outwardly move, something would shatter and hell will break lose, “Please, they have nothing to do with this.”

His grip tightens almost enough to knock the air out my lungs, “Neither did she, but still payed the price, didn’t she?”

Something dark passes of Diego’s face, but it isn’t anger or venom, it’s a old sadness, something that’s had time to deep root, like a thorny vine digging into his worn heart.

“And would she want this, Antonio?” He asks in a sad voice, sounding oh so defeated, and I feel the line of Antonio’s body behind me go rigid, and I feel the brush of air when he hisses.

“Say that again, I fucking dare you.” He squeezes me tighter, and for a chilling moment, the air gets pushed out of my lungs in a wheeze, and Diego blanched as much as the undead can, “Let them go!-“

“Boys!” A familiar voice booms through the building, an if the air still remained in me, it would’ve been knocked away, “Now is not the time!”

[DIEGO’S POV]

I didn’t turn my head when the voice came from behind, I could feel the woman’s presence well enough as she lingered in the open doorway, the full moon highlighting the blanched expression on my lovers face.

Except they weren’t struggling against Antonio anymore, or even looking at either of us, their eyes were trained on the newcomer, fear making them expand, terror making them shake.

Immediately, I knew this woman was a threat, my lover doesn’t react like that, and It’s enough to make my head turn to the side slightly to glance at her.

She isn’t looking at me, but I still feel the pierce of her icy gaze trained on the two in-front of me, “Now, now Antonio.” her voice dripped in condescension, sickly sweet like candied rotten fruit, “We have a deal, don’t we dear?”

“You get your little fight with, er, ‘cábron’ here, and I get my little Grimwalker, which means you cannot strangle them.”

The word tickled the back of my mind, but I couldn’t place my finger on it, but judging by the way their shaking ceased, stone cold fear locking up their muscles in icy fear.

“You… h-how did you?!-“ Their shrill, shaking voice was cut off by cruel laughter, “Me and Vasquez dear had met, we shared similar interests, and when he needed my assistance I was eager to help, I’m nice like that.”

I couldn’t help but wrack my brain, when a book bubbled up to the surface, the yellowed pages foggy in my head but I could remember a certain definition that made my blood run colder than it already was.

Grimwalker, a creature risen from the dead in the image of somebody else, taking a human appearance with the insides of a sort of magical container, the herbs making up the creature gives it the ability to store and use magic like a regular caster, but they will not be born with any, it must be given.

My partner was a Grimwalker, they were risen from the dead, and judging by the look they give me when their eyes flicker to my face they can see the dawning realisation.

My partner was a Grimwalker, and they didn’t tell me.

BONUS:

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” I feel awful, guilt curdles my gut like I’d eaten rotten food, I shouldn’t make this about me, but if I didn’t get the answer it’d eat me alive.

They held their knees to their chest on the bed, and I sat down next to them, putting my hand on their knee, despite the ache in my heart I wasn’t upset, technically, they didn’t owe me anything.

“..I-I just wanted to move on, you know?” After a few moments of silence, the choked answer spills from their lips, and the sight of their unspilt tears made me wrap my arms around them, “I ran away to start something new.”

They bury their face in their knees, and despite the layered muffle my ears picked up on what they mumbled anyway, “I-I was worried you wouldn’t look at me the same, I’m not.. me.”

“You are you, and I love you.” I speak quietly after pressing a kiss to their head, “It doesn’t matter what you were intended for, the person that came out is entirely original, and you’ve blessed my life with your presence.”

It wouldn’t erase the hurt, the sting of the past, Diego knew that better than anybody else, it wouldn’t erase the years of pain, of hidden sorrows, but when they leant into him, tears finally spilling down their cheeks,

The air shifted, it wasn’t enough, but it was a start, they had room for their demons here, right next to mine, on the fireplace.

HAVENFALL MC:

[YOUR POV]

Her warm hand slips into mine, and I don’t try to fight the warm smile that graces my lips, the music from the club still beating where I can hear it even when we spill out of the back exit, closing the heavy metal doors behind us.

The chill of the nighttime air makes a shiver roll down my girlfriends spine, and despite not wanting to to, I let go of her hand so I can roll my jacket off my shoulders, placing it over her.

She turns bright red, “ah,” she slips her arms through and snuggles deeper into it, “Thanks, you didn’t need to do that.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me as we walk out of the alley and down the street, “I know, but I wanted too.” And I really did.

I loved my girlfriend so much, so, so much, she was everything to me, I met her on the first day of working my bowling alley job, her snark, her smile, her piercing blue eyes, it drew me in.

I’m expecting to continue walking down the street, but my girlfriend tugs me into a alley, “What are you doing?” I tilt my head and she rocks back on her heels to look up at me, warm mischief in her eyes, and I’m about to tease her for the look before she presses her lips to mine.

It’s a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a smouldering passing bubbling under the surface, and I wrap my arms around her waist, trying to put the feelings that plague all my thoughts whenever she’s around into it, knowing words will never be enough.

“Well,” a sickeningly familiar voice comes from deeper in the alley, “Isn’t this just adorable?”

[MC’S POV]

I feel my partner tense, usually if someone caught us kissing, they’d get flustered but this was something different, they went cold and hard like a boulder.

Looking over, something about this woman struck me, she looked fancy, classier than anybody I’ve seen even in Indy, but those eyes are what burned me, even if they weren’t directed at me.

“H-How are you..” They stutter, staring back at the woman with wide, terrified eyes, “How did find me?!”

Somethings wrong, I’ve never seen them act like this, and I’m immediately on the defensive, if my partner was getting freaked out by this lady than she’s probably no good.

“Aw, darling, did you really think you could run forever?” She sways up to us, a confident smugness on her features, “The little Grimwalker has even found someone to swap saliva with, how cute!”

I thought they couldn’t get anymore tense, but apparently they could, they blanched like a sheet of paper, their body hard and cold enough to give an iceberg a run for its money.

“Babe? What’s wrong, who’s this?” I step back slightly, taking their wrists in my hands, and the woman’s cold gaze slips to me and I have to fight back a shiver that rolls down my spine.

“Hush, brat, this doesn’t involve you.” That makes the iceberg in my partner crack ever so slightly, they immediately push me behind them.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” My partner hisses out, and my hackles raise, I’ve never heard that much venom drip from their voice before, it was startling to say the least.

She ignores them, reaching out to grab my partners wrist, “You’ve had enough fun, darling, it’s time to come home to your Aunt.”

I leap forward to slap her hand away, I didn’t know who this chick was, but she wasn’t taking my partner anywhere, both of them seemed surprised by my act, “Listen, lady, their not going anywhere with you, so just leave us alone!”

She snarls slightly, the icy gaze turning more like stone with hatred.

BONUS:

“Babe, talk to me.” I sit next to them as they sink onto the couch, putting my hands on their shoulders, “Who was that? What’s a Grimwalker?”

The last words seems to spark the waterworks, their head is in their hands and I can hear soft sniffling coming from them.

“Oh, oh no.” I wrap myself around them in a hug, “I’m so sorry, Love.”

“She’s coming for me, s-she is coming to take me away!” Their voice is muffled, but it turns a octave higher with their cries, and I start running my fingers through their hair, trying to calm them down.

“Nobodies coming to take you away, babe, I swear.” They shove themselves on me, but I don’t mind, holding them close to my chest, “I’d never let that happen.“

I didn’t know what a Grimwalker was, or who their Aunt was, but I knew I hated seeing them in pain, and i’d beat the shit out of anyone who tried to take them away.

[HAVENFALL’S GRACE]

[YOUR POV]

Most of the brightly coloured bags are piled onto my arms, my girlfriend holding only two, chatting excitedly, a large contrast to her shy nature when you’d first met, “You’re going to look so good in that outfit! And I matches my dress, see?”

She shuffles one of her bags up her arm, using her free hand to pluck up one of her new dresses, and it indeed matched, but I only looked at it for a brief moment, my eyes trailing back up to her smiling face.

I leaned over, giving her a small kiss and we walk down the street, people bustling in and out of every store, she flushed bright red when I pulled away, “What was that for?!” I give her a cheeky smile, “Because I wanted too.”

She looks away in embarrassment, but leans into me when I wrap my arm around her shoulders, kissing her warm cheek.

We were out shopping in Indy, I’d finally saved up enough money to take my girlfriend out for a date, and I’ve never felt happier, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so excited.

Her sister and her were under tight financial restrictions, and although she always said she didn’t mind giving up most of her pay check for utilities, I could see the way she’d wistfully look at a expensive dress, or the envious look she’d give other teenagers who’s parents gave them high allowances.

But she didn’t have to feel like that right now as we entered the cafe, it’s been high on her wishlist for a hot minute, the soft pink kawaii aesthetic fitting her perfectly.

We got seated, and ordered our food, adorable animal themed of course, and Grace excused herself to step outside for a minute, her phone ringing with her sisters number on it.

I sat there and waited, waited when our drinks arrived, when our food arrived, but when my bear themed vegan burger arrived I was starting to get worried.

I got up, the hostess giving me a suspicious look when I said I’d just he outside for a minute, looking for my girlfriend, so I handed her the money for the check and rushed outside.

Gently calling her name, as not to alarm anybody else, I wonder around close to the premise, and when I turn into a alley, intending to call her sister in case a emergency came up and she had to rush off, but the sight that greets me makes my blood run cold.

“Hello, dear,” She stands there, her arm locked around a shaking, terrified Grace, “Me and your little ‘girlfriend’ were just having a little talk, weren’t we?”

[GRACE’S POV]

I’m shaking, I wish I could say I was fearless, stared the woman holding me with a iron grip with bravery, but I didn’t.

I looked at my partner with wide eyes, they’ve completely blanched, their hand shaking so badly they ball them up into fists.

“Auntie,” They start, and my own shaking freezing in shock, “Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” Their voice is wobbly, looking like they’ve seen a ghost instead of a very tall, angry woman.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? You’ve convinced yourself that you can be loved, that you can love, when your nothing more than a carbon copy.” Her voice drips with honeyed mocking, her head titled and lips poured likes she actually feels empathy, “It’s actually quite sad, my little Grimwalker.”

The name makes my partner flinch back violently, like it’s struck them to their core, I didn’t know what a Grimwalker was, but it seemed pretty bad.

I saw their fist clenched until it was white, “What do you want, Aunt?”

“Isn’t it obvious?“ She paused, as if she actually expected them to reply, but when they stared at her with a stone cold gaze she clicked her tongue before continuing, “I want you to come home.”

“I’m already home.” I see their eyes flicker to me for a moment, and despite the terror that threatens to consume me entirely, the smallest smile graces my lips, “So I’m not going anywhere, but you will, though.”

The woman’s nails dig painfully into my skin when she tightens her grip on me, “NO, You will come with me!“ Her voice goes shrill with frustration, and I let out a small noise of pain.

That seems to crack something in my partner, and they rush forward, I’ve never seen them as anything but gentle, a soft presence that children would come to in the store if they’ve lost their parents, something that make even stray, injured cats trust them.

But as they sprint towards us, picking up a stray piece of metal pipe that fell onto the dirty alley floor, angling it right at her head with chilling efficiency.

BONUS:

The walk back was silent, when the thud of the woman’s body dropped to the floor unconscious, we’d almost read each other’s minds when we decided to go home.

The drive home was quiet, the air was thick, their eyes glazed over in thought so I took over the wheel.

I drove to their house, they always felt safest there, and I didn’t know why but after today I’ve gotten a few ideas, and when we walked in, I could hear the smallest sniffle from where they’d turned their back to me.

Despite the questions that flooded my brain, swirling like a whirlpool, I silently wrapped my arms around their back, and it seemed to break something else in them, something sadder.

I held them when they sobbed, when they clutched me almost painfully, and when they’d finally calmed down, laying together with me on the couch, a splash of the curious water fell out my mouth.

“..What’s a Grimwalker?”

ANTONIO VASQUEZ:

[YOUR POV]

I gawked at everything around me, hearing Antonio’s barely muffled snort when I whipped my head from side to side.

Distractedly elbowing him, I don’t take my eyes off the bright lights, the stores surrounding me, I was really in Paris, Paris! The city of love.

He’d basically kidnapped me onto a plane, spiriting me away from my job despite the others flares of concerned annoyance, I was whisked onto a plane and taken to Paris after hours of excitement,

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him so my elbow crushes into his side, unable to elbow him any longer, though with the high of serotonin a feel at the scent of fresh bakeries and flowers, I can’t find it in myself to get irritated.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks teasingly, a slight edge of eagerness in his tone, I just laugh and nod my head.

“Yeah,” I burrow more into his side, and see his eyes trained on me from the side of his sunglasses, “Yeah, I really am.”

It was perfect, I haven’t had much time to relax, although the past.. drama has been over for years, I’ve still experienced stress, the financial stress of running away from home with a total of zero in your bank account, vacations were never in the picture.

But here with Antonio, I could finally relax, away from home, I missed my friends, but their was this high of freedom when it came to complete anonymity.

Well, not completely, when we stopped at a bench, relaxing and chatting quietly, a voice rung out from behind me.

“Hello there darling, didn’t expect to see you here.”

[ANTONIO’S POV]

Normally, I would’ve given the woman nothing more than a annoyed look over the rim of my sunglasses, but I felt the way my partner froze pressed against me, the way their temperature dropped.

That made me stare at her longer after a quick glance my partners way, but she wasn’t looking at me, she was staring at my partner who blanched so hard they look like they could be sick.

“Who are you?” I ask in a cold voice, matching the ice of her gaze, but she doesn’t even spare me a glance.

“You know, my little Grimwalker, I’m actually quite impressed.” She speaks in a sickly sweet voice, “You’ve escaped my grasp for a long minute, haven’t you?”

That made my entire being pause, Grimwalker? I know about those, I didn’t want to admit it, but it was a last resort if the revival of Eva didn’t work out, they weren’t clones, she wouldn’t hold any of her memories, but it would be a piece of her I could hold.

But my partner? a Grimwalker? My grip on them tightened when my gaze flickered to their face, a stab of betray cutting me slightly, “..what?”

Their face was sickly pale, their heart was beating out of control, and I could see the tears building up in the corner of their eyes, their entire being shaking and pressing hard against mine.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself because it’s time to come home to your Aunt, little one.” She sways towards us, reaching out for my partner who only managed to shake their head.

I let out a growl in my throat, I could deal with this later, but nobody was taking mi cielo anywhere, not while I was here.

BONUS:

It was quiet, they laid against my chest and I roamed my hands over their body in a comforting caress.

I stared at the ceiling in thought, I wasn’t going to push them for answers, and I didn’t even know what questions to ask, they all swirled and merged in my mind.

“I’m a monster.” It’s a muffled, depressed cry as they bury their face further into my chest.

That wasn’t right, they couldn’t be a monster, I was one, they were something light and beautiful, the only ‘monster’ they could ever be was a angel, and I’d spent every minute of my tortured existence telling them that.

“No, your not mi vida, and if you are, then we’ll be monsters together.”

VANESSA HELSING:

[YOUR POV]

I aim my crossbow at the zombie goon, and shoot with trained accuracy that would make past me gape, the training has really payed off.

My eyes get drawn back to Vanessa, throwing down with the elder vampire, Nechual bared her fangs in a feral hiss when her whip makes contact with her tan skin.

Vanessa’s eyes was one of a trained profesional, the years behind her backing up the precise movements of her body, like every shift of her wrists and legs were calculated to the very inch.

She was.. magnificent.

But I couldn’t afford to gawk, I shifted my gaze away and kicked at a zombie trying to grab at me, aiming the bow right at its ugly head and pressing the trigger harder than I probably needed too.

“STOP.” Nechauls shrill voice carried over the wasteland, if you thought Havenfall was bad, this place was a dead end hell, no offence JD.

“Give up, Nechual,” The wind carries Vanessa’s voice through ever crack, the confidence, the power radiating off her like a second skin, “You’re done, you’ve failed.”

And she almost has, the last of the zombies have fallen at our feet, my bow was nearly running out of arrows, but I’d have exactly five left after I take out the last few of the undead.

A cruel cold smile overtook the vampires lips, “I’m not finished quite yet, little Helsing.” She gestured to her side, where a narrow opening between two buildings open.

Then a figure emerges from the shadows, tall and powerful, perhaps another vampire, we take our stances, ready for another battle.

“She’s right, little ones,” the figure that emerges makes my breath hitch, my grip on my bow tightening, “We’re not quite finished yet.”

[VANESSA’S POV]

I don’t recognise the woman, but I don’t need too, the way she moves, the way she sways towards us like she’s already sure of her victory, let’s me know whoever this is, is holding a power that’s given confidence.

I pull my whip taut, ready and raring to fight and defend the people around me if needed, but weirdly, she isn’t looking at me.

That cool gaze is to the right, and when I turn my head, I catch sight of my partners face, pale and shaking.

That stuns me for a second, and it was a fatal mistake, Nechual lunges at me, and I barely avoid the snap of her teeth when she reaches me, I blindly grope around at my tools to try and get something.

My hand reaches a stake, and when I use my forearm to push the woman off me, I swing at her, and the stake meets flesh, pushing in violently, the weight lifts as the wind brushes away her dust.

Everyone’s ready to go, even my partner, even when they look like they’ve seen a ghost.

BONUS:

“..Can I ask you some thing?” My voice is hesitant, and my partner sits down on the couch, a blank look on their face despite their skin keeping the pale look.

I sit down next to them, shuffling closer but not touching, in case that isn’t something they want right now, “Who was that woman? It almost seemed like… you knew her.”

And something that made my heart split happened, they buried their face in their hands, tears slipping through her fingers, I make a noise in my throat and scramble to put my arms around them.

“V-Van.. that was my aunt.” That stunned me, but I still couldn’t figure out why that would cause such a reaction, I felt anger burn in my tired body at the thought of her hurting them in any way.

They press against me, “I need to tell you something.” Their voice is weak, but comes out stronger than I expected, “I wanted to tell you for so long…”

“I’m a Grimwalker.”

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