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unfortunategoatthing · 4 years

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prompt: Biting

oof, im not really into writing yandere girls, but she did turn pseudo-yandere for a moment there and im not yet sure if i like it yet ngl

Vampire!OC x reader

warnings: dubcon, noncon, blood, biting, etc

It was a cold autumn night, quiet, windless, and the eerie crows of the neighborhood ravens keeping you up. You just wanted to sleep, to curl into your heavy, silken sheets and forget about the world for a short moment. It has been so long since you've had a good nights rest.

This place scares you, and you are not going to lie about that. It scares you, and it's cold and dark and smells like the winecellars back home, all dank and rusted metals and rotting woods. This mansion is old, empty, forgotten memories hanging around every corner and ready to scare you with its horrible truths and non-lies it carries.

You can hear her breathing, she is hungry and you don't know why she hasn't replenished herself yet. She has yet to hurt you, to touch you in any way that holds a threat to your safety, to to pose any inclination of evil thoughts that might have been bred into her all of those years ago. She rasps something, incoherent from down the hall from where your closed door is connected to.

You not sure what scares you the most, this place or Lilian.

Curling further into your blanket, you bring the hem up to your chin, the chill only making things unnecessarily worse to you. Your nightdress feels thinner than ever before despite the thick wool that it's made from.

Eventually, she makes her way to your door. Lilian has a knack for her slow, dangerous stride, and you are sure that in her blinded hunger her prode has been tossed in turn for a stalking way of walking, the kind of walking that you always imagined all vampires or creatues of the undead walked like, shoulds raised and a hunchback, bent knees face curled into a deathly snarl that bared their long teeth and blacken mouth.

Your door creaks as it is pushed open, and you push yourself further under your blankets, unsure of what will happen next. You are scared, and you know it's because of Lilian.

"Y/n, y/n, I- I need you, I need you, darling," you feel her crawl on the bed, a lean hand snaking its way to find your ankle. You let out a heavy gasp, "Please, dont be scared, dont be afraid of me. I need to do this, I can't wait any more, darling."

You whimper, reluctantly sitting up and letting the blankets fall, the chill of the room causing your exposed skin to succumb to goosebumps. "Lilian..." You say softly, watching intently as she moves her way closer to you, to stradle you with her cold, pale fingertips trailing up your arms just until they reach where your nightgowns sleeves begin.

"Y/n," she repeats, silver eyes staring into yours, her long black hair draping over her shoulders and onto your lap, and her own silken nightgown almost gleaming in the dark, "I need to feed- I need to feed and there's no one else here but you, my sweetheart. Forgive me."

"Lilian, no-" Your hand shoots up to the crook of her jaw where it meets her throat, but you aren't strong enough. Her snarl is hoarse and choked, it doesnt stop her from descending her fangs to your tender flesh.

But she doesn't make it all the way.

Your struggling with your hand at her throat pushes her off only by a little, and she strikes the furthest part of your collarbone instead, tearing ths flesh and howling as her fang meets the bone underneath. You let out a short scream, and start kicking your legs.

"Y/n!" Lilian hisses, restraining your wrists and slidding foreward until she was completely straddling you, her nightgown rose up to fit how wide her legs were spread to showcase her pale skin, the frilly hemwork of the gown fluttering up to your stomach. Her lips are red, and the collar of your own nightgown is bloodied from your weeping wound.

She lunges a second time and makes her mark, her grip on your wrists tightening and nails breaking fleah, grinding down on you to keep you from flailing any more. Her teeth break into your flesh, it doesnt hurt as it does like the first attempt but you scream anyways.

Lilian lets go of one hand, and you're quick to start hitting her, yet she seems far more concerned with the ammount of noise you're making, shoving her long fingers into your mouth and pressing her manicured nails into your tongue, allowing you to continue your loud sobs and spitting and sputtering until all that remains is your labored breathing. Your saliva coats her fingers, Lilian only cares about your blood.

Eventually, you feel her stop suckling your throat, and feel a soft relief as she detatches herself from your body. She doesn't move back, though, she stays close and begins to pepper kisses to your neck and collar bone, hesitating over your wound from before before she gives it a tentative lick.

Lilian removes her grip from you as well, only to push you down, holding you as you continue to weep and bleed slowly.

She trembles, as if she was the one who had her throat torn, her hands shaking like leaves as they begin to touch your skin, your bleeding throat and collarbone.

"My love..." she murmurs, her hair falling on your body as she adjusts herself on top of you, "My love, I- I- don't know what came over me, what have I done..." She trails off, holding your face as you lean further into your pillows.

"Lilian," you say weakly, voice hoarse, placing your hand at her stomach. She moves to get off of you, but you dig your fingers in her nightgown, keeping her close, "Lilian, why-"

"I don't know why!" She shrills, pressing harder on your face and leaning in to give you a smothering kiss, your blood still on her tongue, "I dont know why and I'm angry that I don't, I'm angry because I never intened this for you, beloved, I never- I never wanted this for you!"

"When was the last time you... you fed, Lilian," her hands on your face begin to sear, and you know that it is your blood inside of her that burns her fingers, that burns her face and ears and neck red in her emotional state, "Lilian, Lilian, love, tell me, please."

"Th- That farmer last week, the one- the one who dropped off your food with his daughter and had saw you through the window, I saw him look at you and saw that same look I see in my brothers when they look at the livestock and I just-"

You place one hand on one of the hands on your face and the other on her own face, silently telling her to calm down, "Lilian, that wasn't a week ago, that was almost two months ago-"

She gasps, and leaps away from you and the bed standing just at the edge of it. "No," her voice trails down like a spiral, a mere whisper against the rustling of the trees outside your window. "My beloved," Her hands shake, "I never..."

You slide out of the bed, shaking feet meeting the frozen wooden floors, and the blood loss causing your to stumble in place with a short sigh. Lilian moves closer to you, a hand reaching out to steady you, but she keeps her distance.

"Please," you say, hand inching closer and closer to the tall candle stand, eyes never leaving her trembling body, "Please, just leave me."

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The next morning is rough. You are cold and hungry, and your own blood still coats your body. Your nightgown is ruined now, and you don't know what to feel when you throw it down the laundry chute, sitting there for a moment as it bumbles down the metal hole. Some one will throw it out, eventually.

You are quick to draw yourself a bath, unashamed as you walk out naked to the water pump to fill your tub. It has been a long night, and you are already numb to the biting wind. It is a quick bath, albeit cold and your fingers turn blue before they begin to prune. You are relieved when you slip into thick woolen dress(delicate to ensure your wounds remain untouched), even the pressure of your corset warming after a short while.

You are silent as you make your way to the kitchen. As all vampires, Lilian is a noctornal being, but the feeling that you are being watched doesn't leave you. It has been a while since any one has sent food to restock, as you rely purely on Lilian to maintain all of those types of orders, so you are shocked to see the full cabinets and cooler.

It is a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. You have an inkling that it is because of what happened last night.

You make a quick meal, eating alone as you listen to the birds singing.

At noon, when you lounging at the love chair with a book cradled between your hands, you feel a shift in the air around you. That is unusual. Curiosity picks inside of you, and you drop the book a look through the window adjacent to where you are, about ten feet from the loveseat.

Keeping an eye out at the leaveless trees, you move from window to window. You know something is going to happen, you feel it in your gut. Sniffling, you leave the room to scan through the other windows.

As you enter to Lillian's study, you find the source of your gut feeling. She is hunched over her desk, the thick black-out curtains closed and a flaming candle next to her. She seems to be writing something, the feather of her quill moving with her hands motions. Lilian is dressed in one of her older attires, it seems.

You rasp a knuckle on the door frame, she turns her face to look at you, but its only a side glance, "I've never seen you up this early before." You say in a low voice, and even then you feel as if you are talking too loud.

Lilian looks away sharply, her shoulders raising higher and higher as if without them to protect her you would see something that you would not like. "You have never seen in in the state that I was in the night before, yet you had."

"What are you writing?" You tilt your head, leaning further into the door frame.

"A letter to father. I have been asleep for the many years I've been a- well, a vampire and have not recieved much of the knowledge that I should have," Lilian starts, her quill in motion, pausing every few moments as she speaks, "What happened last night was not right, and well out of bounds not only to you, but my character as well.

I also have an apology letter in the works for you. I will say it now, and I will say it later; I apologize."

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yea no haha im not gonna write any further than this atm, ive been at it for three days now and i feel ive been drawing it out further than i should have.

feel free to ask questions/criticize this, i enjoy recieve feedback from what i make. it doesnt have to be nothing fancy, just a 'bro u misspelt this thing here' or 'what in tarnation did u just write' works lol

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fixxofvixx · 4 years

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BLOODRIGHT - JAEHWAN AU - CHAPTER 2

Hello dearies~ so I'm at home with a case of strep throat and feeling icky. I decided to go ahead and release the second chapter of jaehwan's story since the initial reaction was pretty good.

I hope you enjoy this chapter~ I'm working on all of the others so it just depends on which story the muse picks for me to finish. I hope everyone is having a good New Year so far.

Please let me know what you think~!

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You followed Jaehwan back to the foyer where your parents were pacing. They had their usual 'annoyed at everything' expressions on their faces until they noticed that Jaehwan was coming back. You kept back as far away as you could, hoping to avoid the eventual awkward goodbye. You also hoped that your parents didn't see your new attire. You were always instructed to wear longer sleeves by your mother because you needed to "act like a lady and a lady doesn't reveal her skin". Although, you knew the real reason for her words.

"Your Highness! I hope everything is okay! We heard something crash. We didn't want to start eating without you. After all, you have graciously taken our precious daughter in and we hope to keep a cordial relationship." Your mother looked from Jaehwan to you and you saw her gaze run over your new dress. Her eyes widened a bit but she composed herself quickly.

"Oh, you won't be eating." Jaehwan's voice had turned dark, you. noticed. It was quite different from the soft tones he'd used to talk with you.

"But, your Highness..."

"I had wanted to speak with y/n alone but the clothes she was wearing caused her to become overheated and she collasped. I had my servants bring some water and a different dress that was not so warm."

"Oh, you poor thing! I remember telling you not to wear that dress. But you had insisted! I do hope you have apologized to the Prince." Your mother over dramatically clasped her hands together and wore a look of concern. It was a look you had seen many times when she would talk to the townspeople and then gossip behind their backs when they were gone. Still, you knew the repercussions of ignoring her words.

"Y-Yes, I--"

"That is unnecessary. However, when I returned to the room I saw something rather concerning." Jaehwan turned to you and motioned for you to stand next to him. You took a deep breath to mask the fear as you moved forward. You didn't want to anger him or your parents by refusing. Once you reached him, he took your elbow and raised your arm gently. His fingers were barely there but you could feel the heavy weight of what was happening.

"I wonder if you could explain these?"

Your parents faltered a bit but then your father spoke. "Ah, yes, we should have mentioned something about that. I'm afraid our daughter is a bit rough around the edges. She tends to get into some tussles with a stable boy that we recently took in. They are always fighting. I apologize if she has been complaining to you." Your father pinned you with a stare that had you instinctively moving closer to Jaehwan.

"Yes, that's right! That boy is a bit of a problem. I assure you that we will see that he is taken care of."

You gasped suddenly, wanting to argue in defense of the boy but you stopped when you saw your mother's narrowed eyes pointed at you.

"You must think I'm a simpleton." Jaehwan spoke through gritted teeth and your parents looked at him in surprise. His body was stone still and his eyes looked as if they could spit fire.

"Of course not, Your Highness! What on Earth would give you that idea?"

"You forget that I am not human." Jaehwan released your arm and walked slowly towards your parents. His voice was calculated and menacing. You even stood in fear although his words were directed at your parents. "I am a vampire. Do you think I am not able to hear the blood that is rushing through your veins right now? Do you think I can't hear your heartbeat? Because, I can. I hear it loud and clear everytime you tell me a lie. I can hear that little pause of blood pumping through your heart. That small tell tale sign that you think it would be a good idea to tell me something that isn't the truth. I would like to inform you that bringing harm to a donor of the royal family is punishable by death."

Both of your parents gasped and then looked at you. They started towards you but Jaehwan stepped in front of them. He towered over them. He even towered over your father who you always saw as larger than life, especially when he was angry.

"Don't. She's not yours anymore, she's mine. Your existence is no longer required." Your eyes snapped up to Jaehwan when you realized that he used the word 'existence' instead of 'presence'. Your parents backed away a few steps, their faces pale and sweaty. It was a strange sight for you. "Leave before I decide to make you both into my next meal."

"Y-Yes, as you wish, Your Highness." Your father bowed and began pulling on his wife's arm to leave. Your mother, however, was a bit more stubborn.

"If I may, Your Majesty, inquire as to the matter of the compensation."

"Compensation? You mean the compensation that you received when y/n turned thirteen? That compensation? The one that you were supposed to use for y/n but instead it was sent to someone else?" You saw a look of disbelief creep over your mother's face. A look that told you she had been found out. So, Jaehwan was telling the truth. That money WAS supposed to be for you. Instead, you had received a pair of used shoes and more training. "So, yes, I will compensate you."

You mother smiled and clasped her hands around your father's in anticipation. Her joy was short-lived.

"I will compensate you with your life instead of putting you in my dungeon to be tortured endlessly until the end of your days. How would that be?"

"Yes, yes, perfectly acceptable, Your Highness." Your father bowed over and over as he dragged his wife out the door.

You took a deep breath as soon as the door closed. Everything was deathly quiet and you kept your eyes on the floor. You could barely believe everything that had happened in such a short time.

You didn't hear Jaehwan's approach but suddenly his feet were in front of you. His finger hooked under your chin and raised your head. His crimson eyes no longer held any anger and you internally sighed in relief.

"Don't lower your head in this house. You live here.....you sure as hell don't work here. You have just as much power as me in this household. You cower to no one, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"No......Jaehwan. Same power, remember? You can call me Jaehwan." When you nodded, he continued. "They're not coming back. You can live as you please here. No training. Just be yourself, alright?"

"Yes, s--.....J-Jaehwan."

"Very good."

You started to speak but stopped. How on Earth did you reverse 21 years of being trained not to speak your mind?

"Go on, I can see that you have questions."

"Can....you really hear heartbeats? You could really tell they were lying?"

"Yes, vampires have exquisite hearing. I can hear yours loud and clear. But, I didn't even have to listen to their heartbeats to know that they were lying. It was written on their faces. But that's not the only concern you have, is it? Something else is on your mind."

"I'm worried about the stable boy. My parents hate him and I would shield him from them but now I....."

You jumped when Jaehwan called for someone named Min. In an instant, the footman, who had greeted you at the door, appeared. He bowed slightly and raised his curious red eyes up to the prince.

"Go to Y/N's old house and bring the stable boy here."

"Yes, sir." Another blur and the man was gone. You looked at Jaehwan, silently questioning him.

"We have stables here and we could use another hand."

You smiled as your spirits lifted instantly. Eventually, you remembered your manners and bowed.

"Thank you so much." You squeaked when Jaehwan's hands grasped your shoulders and pulled you back upright. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were set in a line. Given all of that, he didn't look angry. His eyes still held their softness.

"I thought I told you not to do that."

"But...."

"No buts, don't lower your head. Do I need to invent some sort of contraption that keeps you from bending?"

"N-No....." You bit your lip to keep from smiling. Jaehwan's relaxed demeanor made it easy to smile but you weren't sure if you should yet.

"Good, now, are you hungry? I'm sure you must be. We'll get you something to eat and then we can talk some more. You probably have a lot of questions."

"Alright." You turned to follow Jaehwan but then noticed your bags still sitting by the front door. "Oh, I almost forgot."

You went to your bag and pulled out the box that contained the contract. You stood again and handed it to Jaehwan.

"Ah, yes, of course. Did you already read over this?" He looked very surprised and you nodded.

"Right after you sent it to our house. A messenger came last week and gave it to my mother. She said I should go ahead and sign it. I hope I did it correctly. I only had the short instructions that the messenger had brought." You held your hands together nervously, hoping you had done everything correctly. It was getting easier to speak to him but you were still nervous.

"Y/N.....I sent this to you but just to look over and read. This contract.....it's supposed to be signed after we meet. After I....." He looked really upset and you started to panic.

"I'm really sorry!! My mother said the messenger left strict instructions that we do this before we come. She said I wouldn't be allowed to stay if I didn't sign. I really am sorry." Tears threatened your eyes again and you kicked yourself for ruining yet another thing on your first day here. At this rate, you'd be back in your old bed by sundown.

"It's not you, y/n. You had no idea. My messenger was Min and he wouldn't have said that. I suspect that it was your mother's decision. I was supposed to give you the choice."

"Choice?"

"Yes, you have the right to refuse to be my donor. It's not mandatory. The choice lies solely with you. I'm not......I don't have the power to reverse it. I'm so sorry."

"That's okay," you tried to smile, "I was always told I had no choice so I came to terms with it a long time ago. I don't really have any other options anyway. You.....You are a good person, I think. So, it's okay."

"Now, I really regret letting your parents leave."

"D-Do you really have a dungeon?"

"No....but I would make one just for them."

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dumbass-thoughts-by-luci · 3 years

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Reflection

Part of me is stuck in a mirror. A large, glistening, silver mirror hung in the light, sunny hall of a large Adam style mansion in Scotland. There is no getting out of the mirror. I became trapped somehow, but I can’t remember how it happened, just that it did. My tangible body can leave the mirror, but only at night. During the day, I spend my time serving as a reflection for those I can’t touch. Having your soul anchored to a mirror is not very fun so I make my own entertainment.

Sometimes I mangle the reflections of the occupants, grossly exaggerating their faults; other times, I simply point them out, hinting at things here and there. When I do distort their reflection, I enlarge or shrink their limbs, turning their eyes a stony black or misty orange. Perhaps I will show their nose and lips frosted with brilliant red flakes, or a scalp like a granite bald spotted with lesions and corkscrew curls slipping off onto the plush, carpeted floor. Other times I will bloat their heads, so they swell like a new blister, if they are especially full of themselves. This is only if I am in a bad mood or they are incessantly vain or spiteful.

Often though, I work with small hints; paling the mistress of the houses cheeks when she has forgotten her blush or showing a maid's laundry as filthy rags so she will glance into the basket and see there is a blotch upon the cloth. Sometimes I strip the master’s coat of its buttons, so he looks down and notices one is missing. My helpfulness has never been questioned by the inhabitants, for they are thankful, but it is not uncommon that a guest I do not like will come running from my hall babbling about a demon-possessed mirror. They are put off as having drunk too much, besides, I am not a demon but a stuck vampire.

Once, I was messing around and didn’t notice that the master’s son was standing in front of my mirror. I hadn’t even felt myself shift into his body, but I had conjured spiders in my ebony prison. The master’s son is almost deathly afraid of spiders, but he stood before me as if he was entranced. I froze, spiders still dangling from my fingers and crawling across my shoulders. He glanced at his own shoulders and fingers, finding nothing. Confused, he looked back to me. I continued to play with the spiders, letting them crawl across my knuckles like I was flipping coins like so many expert magicians do. The master’s son mimics my actions like he is the reflection instead.

I expect him to say something, or run away screaming; he doesn’t. After a few moments he pads away. Frowning, I feel myself shift back to whatever I was before he appeared. Minutes later he comes back, cradling one of the long, thin, limbed spiders that frequent the dusty corners of the house in his hand. He looks from the spider and then up to me. Then he breathes on the mirror, tracing his fingers in the fog. When he finishes his fading words spell out ‘I’m not afraid.” I suppose I helped him overcome his fear.

The master’s son comes back a few times after, but otherwise, I spend my days changing. My nights are much more fun, well for me at least. As soon as the sun goes down, my physical essence is released from the mirror, free to feed. I don’t dare try to feed upon my house. The occupants are too important because they protect me. Instead I flee to the surrounding villages and towns.

After I feed, I race back to my residence. I have a few hours before sun rise so I roam the house, searching for clues of how I became trapped. I wander the halls, my barely existent feet whispering across the carpet. I start in my hall, staring at my nonexistent reflection. I do not know what I look like since I never appear as myself. I don’t even know what people see when they look at me outside of my mirror.

Brushing away my self-consciousness, I start to stalk the shadowy halls and spacious rooms. I find no clues, I never have; I have no idea how long I have been dead, but I know I have been searching ever since the day I woke up on the other side of the glass. I remember banging my fists against the crystal, the pounding echoing through my prison along with my screams which never grew gravely like my voice would have if I were alive. If I hadn’t been undead.

I can still recall how badly I scared the one maid without meaning to. I don’t think she could hear my screams, but I could see my reflection in her eyes, my horrible, horrible reflection. My body was contorted in a horrifying way, my nails elongated, my mouth wrenched open like my jaw had been broken, my obsidian dark hair floating around my head like a devil’s halo, my skin as pale as the glass before me, and my clothes falling off of me like strips of bloodied flesh. The worst part was that I wore her face. She screamed and bolted. I never saw her again. After that, I learned how to control my transformation and I would always watch their eyes, trying to find my own face. I never did. It was always theirs.

I brush away my brooding thoughts, putting them in lockdown; no more depressing notions for tonight.

I decide to try something new. I search for the room of one of the master's daughters. I find her door cracked, a light spring breeze blowing through. I nudge open the large oak door with my foot, making sure the thick iron hinges don’t squeak. She lays in her bed, white sheets and furs piled on her body. I slip through her room, sticking to the shadows like the parasite I am, until I reach her mirror. It is a unique style; it looks nothing like mine. The glass is cloudy, and it rests in a simple wooden frame. I peer into it, trying to decipher my reflection from its murky projection. I see only a light silhouette framed by faded black locks.

No face looks back at me. It seems I only carry a bit of my soul and that little piece reflects nothing but a silhouette. I weep silently, my features still schooled into a practiced stare. I am a statue; nothing moves except the salty tears that drip from my cheeks, hang from my chin like icicles, and trace trails down my throat. I weep for my lost humanity, for the person I will never be, for that small bit of who I used to be. My tears are the only thing I can keep, and I spend them frivolously, wasting them on my pain and heartache.

I hear something shifting behind me. I swirl around, my loose clothing swirling with me, dark ribbons of crimson flashing through the air. The master’s daughter has sat up, blinking, and rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her eyes sweep over me, up and down my ruby clad figure. She gasps as we stare at each other. I don’t feel my flesh rippling, I’m not changing. She hops up, lighting a candle as she fumbles for something on her desk. I am afraid she will try to attack me with a stake or a rosary.

I back up, bumping into the icy, clouded, mirror. She whips around, the candle’s flame flickering through the air as it is buffeted by the spring zephyr. She is holding a tablet of paper and charcoal. Plopping on the floor, she begins sketching vigorously on the tablet. Her brow furrows and I find mine doing the same. I creep closer, trying not to spook her. I am the one that spooks, the one that freezes when she glances up and studies me. Then she glances back down and brushes the paper furiously with the charcoal.

Stalking closer, I examine what she is drawing, my head bent so close to hers that my dark hair brushes her blonde tresses. She’s drawing me! Fear fills me, I am not ready; after being a reflection my whole life, I am not ready to see my own despite wanting to for years. I flee from the room, my feet racing me back to my mirror. Shoving my hands onto the frigid glass, I am sucked back in. I curl in one of my stony corners and weep.

I sleep, something I don’t think I have done before. When I wake, I find something pressed against my mirror. It’s me. I stare at myself. I feel my muscles force themselves into a reflection, but it isn’t a reflection, it's me. It’s me before I died, it doesn’t matter that I am paler than I think I should be. I feel whole.

The master’s daughter stands behind the picture, her tanned hand pushing the paper to my mirror, with her brother at her side. I look at them and my face doesn’t change. I stay me and they see me. They smile at me, the daughter glancing over at her brother as he lifts his hand. In his palm, he cradles the same spider he had held the day he, no we, overcame his phobia. He smiles brighter and his sister looks at me. She nods and I answer it with a grateful smile. Two silent thank yous and two acknowledgements.

She pulls the paper away, kneels at the mirrors base and slides it into the same, simple wooden frame that once held her mirror. Standing back up and grasping her brothers' free hand, she hangs the picture across the hall where I can see. Nodding at me again, they pad down the hall. They helped me find myself, something I used to do for others. Grateful and satisfied, I return to my corner, which seems more kind than before. I nestle back in and sleep.

#short story #short story I wrote for my first college english class #supernatural #vampires #english literature

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misteria247 · 6 years

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Olidia's Story Thus Far

Born with The Sight, it's a strange gift that allows her to see things like angel wings and hellhounds, Olidia was considered different from the get go. It doesn't help that her soul is apparently so bright that even angels comment on it. The eldest of three children Olidia's early childhood consisted of living in the woods with her mother, Susan Valree and her younger half siblings. Twins named Elizabeth and Daniel Valree. However it all changed when Susan had gotten deathly ill when Olidia was 14. For a year the poor girl was forced to take care of her siblings and watch as her mother slowly faded away from an unknown disease until finally, after Olidia had turned 15 her mother passed away.

From then on Olidia moved in with her father and had faced three years of hell on Earth. Beaten, mocked, and tormented by her abusive, alcoholic father, Olidia was forced to learn how to survive and to keep her gift under wraps. Due to her strong gift she was attacked by her father the most. He considered her a freak and punished her for the simplest of mistakes. For three years she was the victim of abuse until finally, in the cold month of February, shortly after her 17th birthday Olidia had packed her and the twin's bags, hopped into an old truck and ran away. It was during this that her truck broke down and she met @bobby-the-sass-master who helped her out and helped keep the two 15 year olds warm and feed. Once her truck was fixed Olidia had driven as far as she could, found a small town, got a job at a local bar and florist and finished school while raising the twins. Shortly after, her father was arrested for murder of the highest degree and was sentenced to life in prison.

Fast forward to Olidia's current age. She was living alone in a small apartment/house near the woods while her siblings had gone off to become construction workers/designers, she met @gabe-is-no-longer-back-baby, and quickly became fast friends with him meeting others such as @samael-has-arrived, @the-forgotten-archangel and many others. She found a new family and had even gotten into a relationship with Raphael. Then things fell apart when Gabriel was kidnapped. Due to guilt, depression, self harm and grief Olidia became desperate to try and keep everyone together Unfortunately her best friend Samael had in a way became insane and attacked her while having a flashback. It was this that triggered Olidia to try and kill herself. Luckily her niece @lizzie-da-lizard had found her and called Raphael to save her life. It was shortly after that Gabriel was returned to them, human and destroyed.

After that things became slightly better. Olidia began to overcome her self harm and was starting to recover when she was kidnapped by the one person she never wanted to see again. Her father Thomas Valree, now possessed by a yellow eyed demon was taken and tortured by him for two weeks. She was branded, broken, drowned, burned and mentally and emotionally abused. No one had even noticed that the poor woman was missing until she managed to escape and call Gabriel and @rebel-stan after being attacked by a Hellhound. She was caught during her phone call was tortured even more until finally, thanks to @crowleydowley she was found, broken and near death at an abandoned warehouse. After that she wasn't really the same. She was more afraid, barely ate or slept and could barely keep it together. One of her nephew's @volvptcs had eventually found out some of the horrors that occurred at the warehouse when she was possessed by a demon and forced to spill her secrets. After that Olidia tried to act as if everything was fine, taking care of her newly dubbed daughter @balthazars-child, (which she had saved from another demon attack), and was secretly struggling until one rainy day she had stepped out of her house only to be stabbed by a demon. It was then that her good friend @randy-angel-balthazar had come in and saved her life. After that she moved in with him and over the course of her stay the two fell in love with each other. After that she and Raphael parted and Olidia was finally starting to heal again until her friend Rebel, who had made a demon deal had tried to kill herself. After that Olidia went to Italy and stayed there to self reflect.

A week later she returned to her family and brought back several gifts including. A charm bracelet for Tegan, an ancient book on Italian exorcisms for @muted-winchester, a leather jacket for Rebel, a protective necklace for Gabriel, a hoodie for Voluptas and finally a necklace for Balthazar. It was during the two's reunion that he proposed to her and she finally seemed to be at peace with herself.

Until her niece @tricksters-daughter had her join her on a hunt. It was during this hunt that Fate was harmed by being reckless and the two got into a fight. After some unintentionally harsh words thrown from Fate, Olidia downspiraled into a dark thought process. She realized that she was useless, clingy, insecure and unable to protect any of her loved ones. That was when she started hunting. The hunts Olidia has been on are:

A Salt and Burn (Solo Hunt).

A Wendigo Hunt with Sam.

A Ghoul Hunt with Gabriel. (By accident).

A Vampire Hunt with Fate. (By accident).

Another Demon Hunt with @toolazytothinkofcreativename.

And finally a Demon Hunt that involved one of her best friends Rebel.

Olidia now is currently on a mission to get stronger and prove to everyone that she can be useful despite them thinking otherwise. However she keeps these activities secret and refuses to let her fiance Balthazar or any of her family know about any of her recent activities. Should Olidia continue her path....Death himself will end up with an Heir to take over for him.

#my oc #my writing #shit is fucked #trigger warning #mentions of suicide #mentions of torture #mentions of depression #mentions of abuse #mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms

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Mistrust

Title: Mistrust

Author: iamimaginative22

Original Imagine Link: Imagine being tortured by shapeshifters that look like Sam and Dean, and when the real boys come for you, you’re afraid of them.

Word Count: 1711

Warnings: Torture, Blood, Cutting

Summary: You are tortured by shifters that look like Sam and Dean, and you are deathly afraid of your boyfriend Dean when he rescues you.

Fic:

You could barely hold back your scream of pain as Dean ran the knife across your exposed arm. Similar bloody red lines painted the area between your wrist and elbow scarlet. You desperately wanted to pass out, to relieve your brain from the torture, but it was no use; the brothers just waited for you to wake up. Everything hurt and that was because they had managed to burn, cut, mangle, and tear just about every inch of your body.

“Dean, I like it when she screams,” Sam said cleaning off a six inch knife. “We should remove the gag.”

“Maybe, but she’s an important one. Hunters could be close, and we can’t risk them hearing her,” he replied calmly as he ran a finger over the tray of bloodied torture instruments. He selected another knife and twirled it between his fingers.

You steeled yourself as he walked over to you, knowing that he meant to hurt you. You tried desperately to numb yourself, but your racing mind dug up memories that you had hurriedly buried.

Dean smiling as he winked at you from across the diner, his brother trying to get his attention. A waitress placing a plate of apple pie in front of him.

Pain at your collarbone brought you back from the reverie, but looking at the cool determination on Dean’s face sucked you into another memory.

You were screaming as your father was pulled into the dark hallway, sounds of flesh tearing silencing his animal screams of terror. The creature pouncing at you, pinning you to the floor. It opening its mouth, a sharp second set of dentures sliding over the square human ones. You whimpering as you felt bone snapping in your forearm and shying away from the face of death. The front door flying open and Dean and Sam running in. The creature hissing, turning towards them, and in a flash of silver, its head disappeared and the body crumpling to the floor. Dean quickly sheathing his machete and cradling you in his arms, whispering that it was going to be okay.

The pain stopped and you sucked in breaths to calm your racing heart. You felt a single tear slide down the side of your face and you quickly blinked the rest away.

You took stock of your surroundings, realizing that Sam was gone. Your heart quickened again, as the idea that you were alone with the man that had played you so well.

“Just the two of us,” Dean whispered as he stepped out of the shadows of the doorway. “I remember the last time we were alone,” he stood at the foot of the bed, the calm on his face scarier than the red hot rage he exploded with not even an hour ago. You sucked in a breath, your brain betraying the memory you fought the hardest to destroy.

You after Dean and Sam had dispatched the vampire, sitting numbly on your bed. You cradling your broken forearm and trying to forget what had just torn your family apart. Knocking on your doorframe brings your attention to Dean, who was carrying two flats of wood and wrap. Him explaining that it was for your arm. Gesturing for him to come in. Wordlessly inspecting your arm and setting it in one quick movement. Not reacting when he pushed the bone back into place, focusing on the ground.

Feeling a touch on your other arm, a soft touch of rough hands. Dean focusing on a bruise the shape of a hand on your forearm, then looking up at you. Kissing him breathlessly without hesitating. His scent, alcohol and aftershave, calming you. Him pushing you back onto the bed and following, minding your arm.

Pressure at your hips took you from the burning hot memory. Your heart jumped to your throat as you registered that Dean was straddling you. “Sam was right,” he purred, “I like hearing you scream.” He removed the ties keeping you spread-eagle on the bed, then worked his hands up to the wad of cloth stuffed into your mouth. You waited for him, your brain trying to come up with a plan.

*************

“Dean calm down!” Sam shouted, ducking as an empty beer bottle shattered against the wall.

“How can I calm down, Sammy?” he shouted. “I looked her in the eyes and told her that everything was going to be okay.” He went for another bottle, but Sam pushed him against the wall.

“Hold it together for her, then.” He chose his words with careful, cold precision. “Find her, but keep it together.”

Dean shoved Sam off of him, but he was calmer. He took a breath, “okay, the shifter said this motel, but nobody matching their descriptions have been seen.”

“So, they’re shifters. They change their appearance often.” Sam looked up, “especially when we’re after them.”

“So if I was hiding from us, I’d be someone that wouldn’t be questioned by us.” Then Dean trailed off, staring out the window. “They’re not hiding Sam.”

“What, of course they are,” he scoffed, “no monster would pick a fight with us.”

“They’re torturing her, using us,” Dean said, grabbing a silver knife and running out of the room.

Sam watched him run after a very familiar long-haired giant but was spurred into action when a piercing scream came from the door that the shifter-Sam was unlocking.

*************

You bit back a cough as Dean clamped his hand over your mouth. He had made a grave mistake, thinking that he would have it easy. You were a retired hunter’s daughter, you knew how to defend yourself. You bit down on Dean’s hand, hard. He shouted in surprise and instinctively flinched backward. You pushed up on him, then thrust to the side. He fell off, hitting the floor hard. He got up and moved towards you, anger boiling on his face.

You pushed yourself to your knees and tried to dive away from Dean, but his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back. You screamed, the bruises and cuts on your ribs being crushed in his embrace. He pulled you to the floor, your head bashing against the ground. Your vision darkened and Dean’s weight was again across your midsection. His finger curled around your neck, and your vision darkened even further.

Then you heard a crash and suddenly Dean’s weight was lifted from you. You gasped in breaths, trying to feed your starved body, but everything over the past week hit you like a pile of bricks. You felt a familiar gentle touch wrap around you as everything went black.

You jolted awake with numb pain spread over your body. The only thing that you could feel was a prick in your arm and a hand interlaced with yours. You opened your eyes slowly and took in the blinding white of the hospital room. You sighed, the weight of your bandages becoming apparent.

“You’re finally awake,” someone whispered from your bedside. The hand interlaced with yours moved and Dean lifted his head from the hospital bed. You immediately pulled your hand from his like it was a snake. His smile quickly faded into fear with a hint of exhaustion.

“Hey, it’s okay. Sam and I took care of them. They’re gone.” He leaned forward and pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Your heartbeat sped up at his touch, the monitor picking up speed until it was ticking like a bomb. Dean’s eyes pleaded with yours, searching for a reason behind your reaction.

“Get away from me,” you managed to choke out from behind tears. You weren’t going to be fooled again, not by the person you thought loved you.

Dean took a step back, looking like he’d been slapped. He turned to the door, “Sammy, tell her it’s me.” His eyes were tearing up, and you fought hard not to be sympathetic.

Sam stepped into the room looking awkward. He saw the pain showing plainly on his brother’s face, and the fear written across yours. “We didn’t do this to you.” Sam searched for words. “Shifters took you and because they looked like us, you went willingly. We had to track down shifter after shifter to get an idea where you were.” He saw fear and skepticism on your face. “Dean nearly went mad looking for you. Look at him and tell me he’s not the real Dean.”

You dragged your eyes back to Dean’s pained face. You couldn’t tell, but you wanted everything Sam said to be true.

“Your favorite color is baby blue,” Dean croaked. “We met at a diner and you broke your arm in a vampire fight. I set it that night. All you wanted afterward was vanilla ice cream, but there was only chocolate in the house. You came with us to hunt.” He gently put a hand on yours and guided it to your right hip. “This is where you got your anti-possession tattoo. You didn’t even flinch.” He took a shaky breath to clear his thoughts and his throat. “The night before you were taken, you woke me up in the middle of the night to make sure I was still alive. You had just seen me killed like your father in your nightmare.” He leaned in and put his lips next to your ear so only you could hear him. “I kissed you and told you that everything was going to be okay. I said that nothing was going to hurt you again. And I said I love you and then you could finally go back to sleep.”

Tears started rolling from your face as your heart wanted nothing more to kiss him and never let go, but your brain didn’t want to trust him.

“And I’ll say it again,” he whispered. “I love you,” and his voice broke.

At that moment, you knew it was really him. No monster could mimic the sheer emotion in his voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his jacket. “I’m sorry, Dean,” you whispered. You gripped him tighter, the heart monitor slowing to a strong, steady beat.

You felt Dean relax in your arms, and he hid the tears streaming down his face in your embrace.

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