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shattersstar · 2 years

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pairing: vampire x reader

summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)

a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated

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It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.

He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.

He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.

He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.

It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.

Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.

“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.

He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—

His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.

He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.

“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.

“I have missed you.”

“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”

“I know.”

“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.

“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”

“I want to see it when I come over again.”

“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.

“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.

“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”

“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.

He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.

It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.

He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.

Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.

He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?

“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.

It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.

“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”

“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.

And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.

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yandere-writer-momo · 7 months

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Yandere Short Stories: The Sponser

Yandere Afab Vampire x Afab Vampire Hunter Reader

For my dear friend @corvlth

Eclectic. Odd. Bizarre. Out of the box. Those were all ways one would describe Duchess Evaline Bohéme. She was known to be an eccentric artist who’d much rather spend her time painting than socializing with other nobles.

There was no point socializing with humans in her mind. It didn’t matter how many centuries went by or how often she changed her name, human nobles remained the same. Greedy and selfish.

Which made issues arise. She didn’t want to marry nor did she want to date. Evaline lost herself in her oil paintings, dedicating every fiber in her being to the vibrant colors and the soft contours of a figment of her imagination.

But that was until she met her. (Your name), the vampire hunter. A gruff and tenacious woman who took the social world by storm by being out of the norm. A woman doing a man’s job? It was unheard of… and it fascinated the duchess.

People underestimated the huntress because of her gender but Evaline didn’t. She could feel it from her place in the shadows that the huntress was far more capable than the hunters before her. So how could Evaline obtain her?

Evaline would sell out her brethren. If (your name) hunted all the other vampires, then (your name) would trust her. Maybe she’d open her heart to Evaline? The thought made the Duchess giddy.

Evaline watched (your name) from her perch of her bedroom window. Her violet eyes memorizing every part of the scarred huntress’s face. In Evaline’s eyes, she was the most magnificent creature she’s ever seen.

Evaline swore if she had a heartbeat, it would have stopped when they locked eyes. That her cheeks would blush a cherry red under the huntress’s strong gaze. She was enamored.

(Your name) took the small bag of gold from the butler. The huntress tipped the brim of her hat down as a sign of respect.

Evaline sunk to her knees, the wood splintered under her hands from the force she fell with when (your name) climbed on top of her horse and rode off.

Evaline wanted her… and Evaline would have her. Whether in this life or the next.

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere monster x reader #yandere monster #yandere lesbian #yandere wlw #yandere vampire #yandere vampire x reader #vampire #vampire hunter #lesbian #lesbian oc #sapphic #sapphism #yandere oc #yandere original character #yandere stories

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dickarchivist · 7 months

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Let Me Hear You Scream

For @anxiouspineapple99's Monster Clone Halloween Party 2023!!

Vampire!Hunter x fem/reader

Contents and Warnings: Minors DNI 🔞, desperation, unprotected PiV sex, back alley sex, maybe voyeurism(?), biting, overstim, mentions of blood, rough sex, clothes ripping, consent being the sexiest thing of all

Author's Notes: Hunter Wives (gn) I hope this gets you were you're going~

The Song inspiration for this fic is called [Scream by SAINT PHNX]. Click it for a good time 👀

The music in the club is incredibly loud, but it feels like everything else is drown out by silence when you catch his eyes on you from across the floor. Half his body is covered in dark tattoos, they're hard to make out in the pulsing lights, but you swear they're bones. But the skeletal markings aren't what caught your attention, it's his eyes. A glowing red, peering directly into your very being, glowing in the multicolored pulses of the room. He's sitting back in one of the lounge seats with his shirt half undone and his arms sprawled over the headrest, as if inviting you in... for a second, you think that's exactly what he's doing.

When you blink, he's gone, and the music returns at full blast. You feel a little dizzy, and decide to go outback to get some fresh air, try to get your head on straight before rejoining your friends on the dance floor. A few offer to join you, but you wave them off, telling them you'll be right back.

He's in the back alley when you get outside, as if he were waiting for you. You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one side, "You following me pretty boy?"

"Yes, actually," he smirks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of fangs hiding under his lips. He shifts his weight to mimic your stance, and nods his head toward you, "Your scent is more intoxicating than any of the alcohol they're serving," He's on you in a second, moving so fast you couldn't understand it.

His smile presses into your neck as he takes a deep breath, "Kriff your blood smells so sweet," you feel his tongue on your skin, and your knees knock together with a soft moan. His hands are on your hips, holding you in place, but you can pull away, you know you can. He takes another breath of your scent, "Would you mind inviting me in?"

You lean back in his grip, enough to see his face properly. His eyes are a vibrant red, and they're trained on your pulse. The dark tattoos across his face make him look near demonic, and maybe he is, the way he looks at you. You're a meal to him. Your heart is beating, legs weakening, and his grip holds you up, you could run but there's nowhere to go... nowhere you'd want to go either. "What are you going to do?"

His knee presses between your legs and you moan again, hands on his chest for support. You look into his eyes again, and he flashed his fangs, "Only what you let me do, can't act without your say so," he moves his leg against you, pulling another soft gasp from your lips, "Wouldn't mind hearing you scream for me."

You're not sure if it's the alcohol in your system already, or the danger of the situation, but you find yourself grinding your hips against him. "What's your name?" Your voice is breathy, starting to feel damp between your legs.

"Call me Hunter," his mouth is on your neck again, kissing softly, dragging his tongue over your pulse again.

"Are you going to kill me?"

There's humor in his voice, feeling fangs drag across your soft skin sends shivers through you, and you clench your thighs around the leg between them, "You're safe from me, Mesh'la."

You believe him, against all odds, you know he's not going to kill you. You nod lull your head to the side a little, already dazed from the spreading warmth between your legs, but still he waits for your words. Hunter buries his face into the crook of your neck, ghosting over your pulse again, whispering, "Invite me in."

"Make me scream, Hunter..."

One of his hands pushes up the skirt of your little dress and palms you, feeling your wet folds through the cloth of your panties. With a sharp tug the fabric snaps and you let out an excited gasp. Hunter kisses your neck and his fingers rub your clit. You can feel his length hardening against your thigh, you're about to reach for it when his fangs sink into your neck.

You thought it would hurt, but the sheer euphoria that washes over you makes you moan loudly as your body trembles, "S-stars, kriff, oh... H-Hunter!"

You feel his fangs leave your skin, followed by suckling from him. His deft fingers slip into your walls without resistance, and you grind against him as his digits curl and rub sweet circles against the most sensitive spots inside you. "Harder... kriff, Hunter..."

His mouth leaves your neck for a moment and you feel a warm trickle down your chest. "Tell me to fuck you."

Hunter's fingers leave your walls and you whine in protest, pulling his face to yours and kissing him hard. You taste your blood on his tongue, and run your own over his fangs before pulling away, "Fuck me, use me, give it to me, Pretty boy," you drag your blunt teeth over his bottom lip with a tug, "Make me scream for you."

In a blink Hunter has you against the wall of the club, your legs around his waist as he holds you up. He tears the front of your dress and tugs your breastband down, licking the blood from your chest as he goes back to suckling at the wound he'd made. You're about to speak again when you feel the head of his length gliding through your folds and bump your clit. More gasps, but no Scream yet. As he pushed into your walls, stretching you open for him, you tremble and wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing the single word, "Harder."

He bucks into you, harder, faster than you'd thought, a surprised, "Ah!" Falling from your lips followed quickly by a desperate, "Yes!"

His length fills you completely, making your eyes cross in pleasure as he pounds into you with each hard thrust of his hips. Your arousal is dripping down your thighs as he bites a fresh wound into the other side of your neck, sucking blood from you as it flows. The euphoric feeling washes over you again, and you cum hard on his length as he draws a scream of pure ecstasy comes from you.

You're limp in Hunter's arms for a second as he feeds, dizzy from everything, the blood, the intense orgasm, but Hunter isn't done with you yet. You gave him permission, you invited him in.

Hunter's mouth pulls off of your neck, licking at the wounds on each side, staying deep in your walls with slow thrusts as you come down from the first high. He grins at you, blood on his teeth, "Kriff you taste better than I thought," his hips snap up into you and you give a sharp cry, "You feel better too, mmm. Still with me, Mesh'la?"

You clench around his length, closing your eyes and shivering, "still here..."

"Good girl." Hunter presses his fingers to your clit as he continues his brutal pace, hard sharp thrusts into you. With the added stimulation to your clit, and your walls already over sensitive, the feeling of Hunter's stiff length thrusting in and out of you so quickly has you near drooling with pleasure.

You Scream for him again, louder than the first time, as you feel a second climax rip through your body. He spends himself in your walls with a primal grunt, and you feel both his spend and yours down your legs. Hunter kisses your neck where he bit you, licking off any remaining blood from your chest, before he pulls out of you with a satisfied sound.

Your legs feel boneless, you nearly fall but he holds you steady, "Still with me?"

"Mmm..." you look up at him, eyes hazy, but completely unafraid, "still here..."

"Can I take you home?"

"You can take me anywhere..."

When you wake up the next day you're completely naked in your bed. You think for a second you'd had the most amazing dream, until you see your torn dress on the floor, and a note on the bed beside you.

"I know your scent, I'll come find you again, Pretty Girl."

You chuckle, throat sore from the screams, and you lick your lips before raking your teeth over your bottom lip, "You better, Pretty Boy."

#sw fic #fanfic #smut #sargent hunter #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #monster clone au #anxiouspineapple99's halloween party 2023 #vampire!hunter au #as in au where hunter is a vamp and not a hunter of vamps

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moliathh · 11 months

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what if author kept their old design from the prototype mangas, just saying (integra from Hi and Low, alucard from The legend of vampire hunter)

#hellsing #alutegra #alucard x integra #alucard hellsing #integra hellsing #hi and low #the legend of vampire hunter #prototype hellsing #old design #hellsing au #enemy to lovers #i think the old design of integra is one of the millenium #because #yknow #german military in world war #would be funny to see alucard that is actually one of the good guys and integra in the villain side #this is just a silly idea #i suddenly have the urge to draw it #if i could write i would have written it #i will learn to write fics to achieve my dream #uhh they are pointing weapons at each other but both missed the weak point because they dont want to actually hurt each other #i just happen to know that to sucessfully kill a person the gun was supposed to go under the chin #and for a knife or a stake to be fatal it have to pierce the side of the neck on the aorta or something

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vmplvr1977 · 2 months

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Chapter 20 is posted!! Read it here.

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initial-lime · 7 months

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Did a quick thing of my idea of the “teeth situation” in the strange manner fic

Basically the fic said “jaw splits” and I said “bet”

I realize the author probably meant like, a snakes jaw unhinging but I’m gonna be doing my own thing 😌

@crit20art

#hunters obsessions tma #strange manner #jonathan sims #TMA vampire Jon #tma art #tma fic #hunters obsessions art

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dirtyoldmanhole · 7 months

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closeup of a gunter/corrin piece i'll never finish ~ tweaking corrin's design a bit, just a touch more otherworldly.

#kinda want to get a vampire hunter d look for corrin. otherworldly gothic u kno?#i love his knuckles ... they're so much like mine.#i have so much old half done art of them bc i've been focused on writing the fic and i want to draw new ones SO BAD. cue chucking these out #gunter fire emblem #own art

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onceuponastory · 1 year

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just one bite - vampire!bucky

Plot: Despite making her a living as a Vampire Hunter, most of the ‘monsters’ Y/N encounters are human. So much so, in fact, that she’s starting to question if vampires do exist after all. But on this hunt, she’s about to find out just how real they are. Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x FemaleVampireHunter!Reader (if you look REALLY hard) Warnings: Death, murder, blood, biting...basically all the usual vampire stuff is a warning. Vampire Bucky being a creep (he’s a warning, okay?). Also mentions of weapons/guns, implied manipulation/mind control and dubcon, so no minors please. A/N: This was meant to be for the final @the-slumberparty AU challenge, but again, I’m a little late. I realised I haven’t done a vampire story in a while, and then I remembered just how vampire-esque Seb looked at the Sharper premiere, so here we go! Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Slowly, Y/N steps into the clearing, heading for the graveyard. As the branches and leaves crush under her feet, she scans the area, looking for her target. There are rumours a vampire has been terrorising the residents of the nearby village for months now. People going missing, bodies with two perfectly aligned bite marks on their necks, the usual. And as the only vampire hunter around for miles, Y/N has been sent to stop it before it claims another life.

Honestly, despite her reputation as a vampire hunter, Y/N hasn’t actually dealt with a lot of real vampires. Sure, most of her cases involve a maniac with a penchant for blood, but the ones she’s stopped recently all seem to be very much human, rather than the creatures of the night she was warned about. Truthfully, Y/N hopes she can be forgiven for thinking vampires don’t actually exist, and that there’s a rational explanation for what’s been going on. But if the belief that it was a vampire, rather than a human who is capable of such cruelty makes people sleep better at night, then so be it.

Slowly, she approaches the graves, huge stone statues staring down at her. Y/N registers her stomach churning a little. After doing this for so long, and after seeing the full extent of depravity humans are capable of, Y/N’s used to feeling slightly nervous whenever she first goes out on a new hunt, unsure of what she’s about to face. This time though, something feels different. There’s a new chill in the air, one that goes throughout her entire body, all the way to the very tips of her fingers. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, and she gulps. Something deep in her gut is telling her that this is going to be different from anything she’s ever faced before. Whoever or whatever this is… hopefully they can’t smell fear. As she steps closer into the graveyard, her hand brushes against the weapon strapped to her hip. Just in case.

“Oh, they’ve sent a woman this time.” A voice echoes through the air. “How lovely. What a treat.” The noise makes her jump. It sounds different, less monstrous than the others. Somehow, it sounds more human. And that’s even more terrifying.

“Who goes there?” She orders, pointing her weapon in the direction of the voice. Different or not, she was sent here to do a job, and she made a promise it would be completed.

“I must say, your reputation precedes you, my darling. Although, nobody told me how beautiful you are.” The voice sounds again, this time closer. Y/N spins around, the barrel of her weapon making contact with a figure’s chest. Now’s the perfect time to end this. Just one little pull of the trigger, and then it’s over.

However, when she makes eye contact with whoever is in front of her, Y/N suddenly finds herself unable to move. Stubble grazes his cheeks and chin, and his long brunette hair is swept back. He’s dressed in all black, his eyes a deep red. When he grins, Y/N notices his fangs glinting in the light. He couldn’t look more like a stereotypical vampire if he tried.

“Wait. Is it real this time? …No, it can’t be. It’s never been real. It’s always just been a human.”

“See for yourself.” The man replies. He licks his upper lip, his tongue wrapping around each fang as they continue to glint in the moonlight. As he leans in closer, Y/N notices a few red dots staining his teeth. She gasps, and her heart almost stops.

It is for real this time.

When he sees the expression on her face, the man scoffs. “Please, you’ve been in this business for years now, and you don’t know vampires can read minds? So much for being a feared vampire hunter.” He cocks his head to the side, looking over her again. “Cat got your tongue, hmm? Shame.” Without another word, Y/N holds out her weapon, pulling the trigger. Real or not, she’s here to do a job. A shot rings out, shattering the night air. The birds in the nearby trees fly away, startled by the sound.

And yet, nothing happens. There’s no scream of pain, no sound of a body falling to the ground. The figure in front of her is gone. Warily, Y/N steps forward, her eyes scanning the trees and graves around her, looking for the same figure she saw only moments ago.

“You know, I’m a little offended that you’ve barely said a word to me, yet you want to kill me. Can you not put the gun down for a few minutes so we can talk?” His voice speaks again. Y/N spins around, pointing her weapon in all directions, trying to find him. When there’s still no sign, she pants, keeping every sense on high alert for the slightest sound or movement. Anything that helps her find this bastard.

Silence fills the air, broken only by the sound of Y/N’s heart pounding in her ears. “Boo.” A familiar voice whispers from behind her. Y/N jumps, every hair on her body standing up. Yet, a little part of her realises that she likes the sensation of his whisper against her skin. And that thought makes her stomach churn even more. “Poor little human.” The man sighs, beginning to circle her. His voice is like liquid honey, sweet and alluring. Y/N tries to back away, to run whilst she still can, but it feels like her feet are rooted to the floor. “In here with me. So lonely. So unsafe.” Y/N registers her heart beating even faster, pounding within her chest, so hard it almost breaks through her ribs. Then, he’s in front of her again. And once more, Y/N finds herself speechless. “You’re so beautiful. It’ll be a shame to kill you, you know?”

He cups her cheek then, staring into her eyes, so deeply he could stare into her soul. Although his hand is as cold as ice, Y/N barely notices it, too busy staring at him. As his eyes trace over her, the man smiles… and Y/N realises that she’s shaking. This man is gorgeous. And although she knows it shouldn’t, the fact that he called her beautiful makes her stomach flutter ever so slightly.

“Y/N.” He murmurs. “What a beautiful name. I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.” He takes her hand, kissing it softly. Y/N can still hear her brain screaming at her, telling her to run, to blow the sick bastard away. But she doesn’t, transfixed by the man in front of her. It’s like he has her under some kind of a spell. His gaze moves lower. To her neck. He peppers kisses along it, and Y/N gasps. He’s definitely hit the right spot. “Yes….” Bucky trails off, his pupils dilating with hunger. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

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Also, I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna see more from these two? I haven’t fully decided if he kills reader, or if he keeps her alive and it turns into the Vampire x Hunter trope who still haven’t killed each other yet but are slowly starting to fall for one another.

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Not a request, just me nonchalantly fan-girling over your recent yandere vampire Hunter fic! It's soooo freaking good! I'm totally hooked <3

Liiiiiiiike we get that the reader wants to remain some sense of goodness despite her unfortunately being a vampire, I really like how you portrayed that! And the angst? Delicious! Thank you for the meal

Id like to personally imagine or head cannon that because she has to drink blood to survive, that she purposely goes after evil people instead of innocent people to feed off of. You know, in an attempt to retain some sense of humanity. I think that would be a really cool concept

Anyways! I'm sorry if I'm rambling haha, I've got a bad habit of doing that lol. I love love LOVED it! I can't wait to see what else you write! 💖💕

P.s. I'm new here, can I be ~🥀anon? 🥺👉👈

Thank you so much for the compliments! Of course u can be here(imma force you to stay forever😈)

I haven’t though that much into mc’s moral and character yet, but that totally sounds like something she’d do(go after evil people)!

She knows killing people is bad, but unfortunately she’s doomed to a life of death, running and misfortune. So what does she do? She decides to only go after the bad ones in society. I’m thinking, if there aren’t enough bad people in the area she lives in, she chooses to move.

Of course, living in a city where there’s more people is riskier, but I’m imagining she’s willing to take that risk in order to ‘save’ her character as much as she can. She’s seen older vampires that have completely lost themself to their now bloodthirsty nature, and she refuses to become like that.

#male yandere #yandere oc #misstycloud oc #Yandere vampire hunter #vampire reader #vampire hunter husband #misstycloud answer #glad u liked the fic!

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everlarkism · 4 months

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Fool Me Twice

A modern-day supernatural Everlark fanfic, full of surprises and angst. Who knew you could fall in love with the enemy?

Pairing: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Concept: Vampire & Vampire Hunter

Summary: Humans and vampires have been enemies for decades. Katniss Everdeen wanted the infamous vampire hunter in her hometown dead and she would do anything it takes. Her plan backfired and had to flee. Years later, Peeta Mellark is now the one out for blood… But what if he finds out maybe she’s not so evil after all?

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#wrote this at 3am #sorry if it sucks #first chapter is eh (sorry)#everlark fanfic #everlark fic #vampire au #vampire!katniss #vampire hunter!peeta #Peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #thg fic #ao3

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I would LOVE to hear about the vampire hunter au if you have thoughts about it, story wise ... I love the vibes so far and both Etho and Bdubs look so so so so cool !!!!!! I also love vampires sooo :> perfect au for me!! xD ❤️

OH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM......... Essentially church-raised monster-hunter Etho is sent to kill what turns out to be high vampire Bdubs, fails, and then ends up agreeing to let Bdubs drink from him if he agreed not to drink from anyone else

It is like. the world's worst "exclusive situationship" ever. Friends with benefits except instead of friends, its "A thinks of B as an enemy while B thinks of A as a lover," and instead of your classic definition of benefits, it's meeting up monthly for homoerotic blood drinking. Etho is "gathering intel" on how to kill Bdubs while Bdubs is trying to woo him

Alternatively:

(Despite everything it is actually a very silly AU which started because I wanted to cover Etho Ethoslab in blood, is still mostly about that (and now putting Ethubs in silly little outfits), but there's some stuff deeper in about monstrousness and un/belonging which I'd like to explore more soon......................)

#ask box #ethubs #hermitshipping #vampire hunter au #Thank you for letting me ramble about them. I have so much lore #(I have a spreadsheet)#Also I know the art is super vague so if anyone else was inspired by what I drew but have ideas which deviate from what I have here ->#-> please do share/create/etc anyway! I would love to see #Also I do plan on writing some of this AU out as fic but man. words hard

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singsweetmelodies · 8 months

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mehehehe.....piarles + 25 or 45 🫶

25 = Green Card Marriage

45 = Vampire and Hunter

hehehehehehehe... let's see about 25 and 45 🤭👀

"It's brilliant, Charlito!" Pierre insists, spreading his arms like he's saying, come on. "I'm a hunter, so I'm allowed to settle in any country I want. If you're married to me, you'll be allowed to settle there too, and you can get that position at Rutgers like you have always wanted."

Charles folds his arms. "I'm a vampire, Pierre," he reminds him, pointedly. "Or have you forgotten?"

Pierre folds his arms, too, mirroring Charles' own pose. "Of course I haven't forgotten, calamar."

Calamar. As always, the nickname takes Charles right back - to that day in the back of his parents' garden, when Pierre had decided to come over for a surprise visit and he'd found Charles. Drinking. It had only been from a blood bag, of course (Charles would never kill a person, and he'd been too young then to know about charming someone to let him drink just a few sips) but it had still been more than enough for Pierre to understand what was going on. Pierre had frozen where he stood, eyes blown wide.

And Charles had thought, no no no, and he'd thrown himself at Pierre before he could think better of it. "Please don't leave, Pierrot, please, I promise I'm not evil and we're not evil, I don't care what they say on the news because it's not true, we don't hurt people, we don't hurt anyone, just... please don't go. You're my best friend, please -"

Pierre had stopped him there, putting a gentle hand over Charles' mouth. "I don't care that you're a vampire, Charles," he'd said with surprising firmness for a ten-year-old. "You're my best friend too. And, anyway, you're less of scary vampire and more like... a clingy little squid."

"I'm not!" Charles had shrieked, but of course Pierre had taken to calling him that every day from that moment on. (Charles never protested too much, because the nickname always felt like Pierre's way of saying I know what you are and you're my best friend anyway; I'm not going anywhere.)

"... Charles? Earth to Charles?" Pierre is asking, waving his hand in front of Charles' face. "Ah. Hello again. Did you go to vampire-planet?"

"You know we're from the same planet as you," Charles says immediately, rolling his eyes. "Or didn't they teach you that at hunter school?"

"Mmm, no, I think I skipped that module," Pierre says, and then he grins cheekily, tongue between his teeth.

Charles swats at him, and Pierre catches his wrist easily, his Hunter-trained reflexes quick as ever. Charles' breath catches.

It shouldn't be hot. It should be the opposite of hot, for fuck's sake - those kinds of reflexes are trained to kill people like Charles.

Except, Pierre didn't become a hunter to kill vampires. No - he did it for Charles. Not to hunt him, but to learn how to protect him from other hunters.

So, yeah. It's seriously hot when Pierre shows off some of those skills of his.

"Are you going to let go of me?" Charles asks, swallowing thickly. He can't help the way his gaze flickers to Pierre's fingers wrapped around his wrist, still holding him tightly in place.

You could hold me like that any time you want, Charles thinks, and fights against his blush. It shouldn't even be possible for vampires to blush, for fuck's sake, but Pierre manages to get Charles to do it anyway.

Pierre, thankfully, seems oblivious to Charles' spiralling thoughts. He winks at Charles, playful and cheeky as he always is. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Not until you agree that my idea is brilliant."

And, right. Right. Charles had almost forgotten the reason why they're even here - Pierre's stupid, hair-brained scheme to get Charles his dream job at Rutgers.

Rutgers, which still does not allow any supernaturals onto its teaching staff, let alone Monégasque vampires.

"It's a terrible idea," Charles says flatly. "They'll never let me teach there if they suspect I'm a vampire."

"But if you're married to a hunter, nobody will ever suspect you're a vampire," Pierre points out, triumphantly. "See? It's genius."

Charles has to admit that it's... clever. Absolutely insane, yes, but clever.

Pierre must be able to read it on his face, because his eyes light up like his favourite F1 team has just won a race. "See! You do think it'll work!" he crows.

"I don't think -" Charles tries, but Pierre cuts him off with a dramatic sigh.

"I've done all the research, Cha. Trust me, there's no way that this can go wrong."

There is, Charles thinks, only a little despairingly. It's not so much that he's worried about getting caught - no, Charles is pretty good at charming officers by now. Half of the time, he doesn't even have to use his hypnotism.

What he's far more worried about is the fact that he'll be married. To Pierre.

Pierre, who he's only been in love with since the first time he called Charles "calamar" and stayed when anyone else would have left.

Pierre, who Charles knows would taste sweeter than anyone else in the world. Because that's the thing about being a vampire and being in love with someone: even one tiny sip of their blood will sustain you sixteen times longer than a random person's would.

It's bad enough just like this, when they're just friends, and Pierre throws his head back to laugh or slides his arm around Charles' waist, and Charles has to fight with himself to keep his fangs tucked away - because even though Pierre is so close and smells so good, he is not Charles' to taste or Charles' to have.

It's hard enough to hold himself back when they're just friends. Charles has no idea how the hell he'll be able to do it if they're fucking married.

But as always when Pierre suggests a hare-brained scheme, Charles is helpless in the face of his sparkling blue eyes and half-cheeky, half-pleading smile.

"Okay, calamar," he agrees, and even though he might just have signed the warrant for his own death-by-slow-torture-of-wanting-his-best-friend-too-much, it's worth it a thousand times over for the way Pierre beams at him and uses the wrist he's still holding to tug Charles into a tight hug.

"Rutgers, here we come!"

(50 Romance Prompts Ask Meme)

#50 romance prompts meme #piarles #piarles fic #myfic #vampire x hunter x green card marriage #this is...... WELL IT'S CERTAINLY SOMETHING #perhaps not my most coherent something because it's 3-bloody-AM here #but i kind of like it #the vibes are DEFINITELY here i think #and now i kind of want a sequel with them married and charles pining and wanting pierre SOOOO BAD #and pierre obviously wanting him back just as bad because of COURSE he loves charles too #and he secretly thinks it would be *so* hot if charles drank from him... 😵‍💫 he'd be a kinky bastard like that #ANYWAY. so many thoughts!#thank you SO much for this prompt phoebe ilyyyy #🫶🫶🫶🧛

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1 - Coming Back Home

Part 2

Eclipse of the Heart

@melvia-ito

Opening the backside door of my truck eyeing the objects laying in the seat in front of me. Yanking the zipper of my duffel bag open I sighed seeing wooden stakes, wooden arrows and some vervain darts inside of it. The only double life I have ever known.

“You cock the barrel like this, point at the heart and shoot.” My mother explained to me by cocking a handgun in her hands right in front of me.

My father was watching my younger sister Caroline at home allowing her time to take me down to the firing range and no one would question because she was the town Sheriff. “Why isn’t Caroline learning this too, mom?”

“Because she’s far too young for it, Jaid.” She answered my question tucking some loose strands behind my ear that had come out of my ponytail.

I nodded understanding her response. “Do I have to do this?”

“It’s the only way I know you’ll be able to protect yourself when I can’t always be there.” She said back to me offering out the handgun in her hands for me to take from her.

Sucking in a breath I picked it up feeling the cold metal touching my fingers. Wrapping my fingers completely around the gun I aimed it at the target down the range. “One…two…three.” I muttered to myself doing my best to keep my eyes open when I fired it off.

“That’s fairly good for your first time.” The target paper came up with a push of a button so we could both see the end result. My mother grasped a hand on my shoulder when I lowered the gun looking at her, the small smile gone in an instant. “Now do it again and again until you don’t miss.”

Slinging the duffel bag over my shoulder I closed the truck door and headed up to our front door. Walking upstairs to my old bedroom I knew I had a whole backseat to unpack but it didn’t matter right now. I couldn’t stay at college knowing that our mother had probably already been teaching my sister about the supernatural like she did me.

I loved my mother, don't get me wrong. But the day I turned sixteen she decided to tell me the truth about what the council was hiding from the rest of the town. The truth that vampires still existed.

Stuffing the bag in my closet I heard someone coming so I slipped a small stake underneath my pant leg and a heart necklace with some vervain inside hanging around my neck. Shrugging a red leather jacket on I hid the jewelry underneath my shirt before someone entered my bedroom. “Jaid-o-raid, I can't believe you're home!”

“Care Bear!” I squealed, spinning around on my feet seeing my sister standing in the doorway. We both ran over to one another and embraced in a tight yet warm hug after being apart for so long.

She finally broke the hug holding onto my forearms. “I can’t believe you’re home. Wait, did I miss family weekend so you came all this way to see me?”

“No you didn’t miss anything. I just felt that I needed to be home. Plus I’ve missed you bunches.” I shrugged my shoulders through part of a lie. She didn’t know that I was terrified that our mother had already turned her into a hunter.

She grinned brightly at me. “Well I’m glad you’re home. And since you are, you should come to the back to school bonfire tonight.”

“I technically don’t think I’m allowed since I’m not in high school anymore.”

My younger sister slightly rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t matter. You’re my sister. Plus they’ll be booze and hot guys there.”

“Hmm fine. But only for a little bit.” I caved and she giggled before we spent a few hours before it would get dark and then we went out to the bone fire.

But this didn’t last long and we ended up at the Grill for drinks. Caroline and Bonnie were sitting at one of the tables and I was sitting up at the bar sipping on a Bourbon.

“Are you sober yet?” The Bennett girl asked her friend.

My sister put her face in her hands. “No…why didn't he go for me?”

“Can I get another drink please?” I waved the bartender over with my empty drink cup before he came over and took it from me. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I eyed my sister who looked like she was about to cry again.

Bonnie pushed water across the table to her. “Keep drinking. I gotta get you home. I gotta get me home.”

“Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?” Caroline laid her head down on the table having a pity party over the new guy Stefan Salvatore choosing one of her best friends over her.

Bonnie held her hands up in surrender. “I'm not touching that.”

“I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And... Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and... I'm never the one.” My sister runs her fingers through her blonde hair.

Bonnie sighed at her. “It's not a competition, Caroline.”

Caroline sniffed through some tears “Yeah, it is.”

“Keep the change.” I put some cash on the bar top, finishing the second Bourbon that I had ordered and going over to my sister. Touching my sister's arm I tugged her up from the chair. “Hey, we should be getting home. Bonnie, can you take her home? I’ll follow behind you and try to sober her up before our mom gets back.”

She nodded, holding onto her friends arm walking out of the bar. “Sure.”

Heading out the door the wind blew my hair in front of my eyes. I could feel someone was standing behind me where I reached inside of my jacket drawing out a smaller stake spinning around on my boots. “Back off, buddy.” I snapped at the guy who had bright blue eyes and black hair from the looks of it under the light of the moon.

“Hmm you’re the first human I've come across who was smarter enough to be armed.” They guy smirked down at me shoving me against my truck passenger door.

I nearly dropped the wooden stake on the concrete staring into his eyes. “I’m not a typical human. I know what the hell you are.”

“Then say it if you’re not afraid.” He teased me.

“Vampire.” I muttered back to him.

He revealed his fangs and I saw black veins appearing underneath his eyes. “Too bad I’m going to kill you now.” He bent his head to the side, fangs fully extended out now getting closer to my neck until I knee him in the crotch.

The vampire groaned and fell down on his knees giving me the opportunity to bolt and run away from him towards Bonnie’s car but I couldn’t find it meaning she must’ve already left. “Shit!”

“Shit is right, bitch.” The guy forced himself to his feet causing me to spin on my toes to face him. I reached down towards the other stake in my boot but he sped towards me, throwing me down onto the parking lot ground.

I grunted squirming under his hands but he was much stronger than I was. He moved one hand underneath the back of my shirt, finding the sleep dart I had tucked away in there. “I think that’s enough fight you for a while.” His grip loosened as my eyes got heavy and I passed out on the concrete.

Blinking my eyes open I groaned, twisting my neck feeling sore from whatever I had been injected with. Beginning to look around the room all I could see was mostly darkness except for the dime light in the corner of the room. “You’ve got to be kidding me….urgh!” I attempted to get up off the stone floor but I got yanked down where I winced.

My wrists were bound to the ground with metal chains keeping me trapped. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs where I whipped my head around before a large metal door creaked open. “I would’ve thought you would have been an easier grab.”

“Typically when someone gets abducted they do fight back. Now who the hell are you!”

The figure kept walking until they reached me. The first thing I noticed about him was his bright blue eyes. “Well don't worry in a few minutes you won't remember how we met.”

“You can't compel me. I have vervain - where's my necklace!” I gasped looking down to see it wasn’t around my neck anymore.

He lifted his hand to tilt my chin up. “I already figured that out. Now I noticed that you're hanging around with that other blonde. Who is she?”

“My sister. We're the sheriff’s daughters.” I answered his question when his eyes dilated and I cursed in my head that he had just compelled me.

He clicked his tongue, introducing himself. “I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you, hunter Forbes.”

“I didn't ask for your name but thanks.” I sarcastically remarked attempting to once again break free from the handcuffs. “Now if you're gonna kill me get on with it.”

Damon moved one hand to the side of my face while his Raven black hair slightly fell in front of his eyes. “Oh I do plan on killing you. But not until you help me with something first.”

“I'll never help you, vampire!” I bared my teeth snarling at him.

Damon held my face in his hands compelling me for the second time where I parted my mouth opened having no choice but to listen to him. “You'll want to help me. You'll not hate me. You will find me attractive and have me be your boyfriend.” He released my face where I lowered my gaze to the stone floor beginning to feel something different going on about myself.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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911-on-abc · 7 months

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seven+ sentences Sunday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 and @jesuisici33

This is from my vampire hunter!Eddie AU. You can read an earlier snippet from this scene here

“No. I made it clear when I came back from Afghanistan that I was out of that life. I won’t go back and I won’t let you ruin my son like you ruined me.” “We didn’t ruin you! We prepared you!” Ramon begins to argue, but Eddie’s already walking out of the room and down the hall to where Chris is sleeping. “Hey, mijo” Eddie brushes the curls that have fallen on top of his son’s forehead and watches as Christopher slowly blinks awake. Chris’ expression is sleepy, but his face breaks out into a toothy smile when he realizes that Eddie is there. “Daddy. You’re here.” “Yeah. Yeah, I am. It’s time to go home, okay?” Christopher nods, his eyelids heavy. By the time Eddie has grabbed Christopher’s backpack and his crutches and has lifted Christopher into his arms, his son is already asleep. Eddie doesn’t acknowledge his parents as he walks out of the house. He just buckles his son into his seat and drives away.

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I am most definitely missing people so I'm so sorry about that! Also if this is the first time we are interacting, hi!!!! let me know if you want to be added or removed!

#vampire hunter!Eddie au #911 fic #911 wip #my post #not my best work but I don't think I've done a seven sentence Sunday since August????#oops #my bad #my writing #let me know what you think!

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sidekick-hero · 1 year

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Hunter and Prey

Part 1, Part 2

Steve's life goes on as usual. Well, okay, not his life, because he's dead. His un-life goes on, or something. Semantics were never his thing.

He sleeps during the day and roams the streets of Hawkins at night, making sure to stay away from humans and vampires alike. He's not a big fan of either, so he keeps to himself. It sounds lonely when he says it like that, but he's a vampire. He has no soul to feel loneliness, or so they say.

It's a few weeks later that Steve sees him again.

The human is talking to another vampire, or more likely goading him, and tries to pull out his holy water gun again, but the vampire is too quick. Steve suspects that the other vampires in town must have heard about this trick by now. This one, Jason, if Steve remembers his name correctly, definitely has. Vampires are terrible gossips, he found out, something that not even death seems to cure in people.

The human's eyes widen in surprise as Jason pins him to the ground and he tries in vain to push the vampire off of him so he can crawl away, but he has no chance. It doesn't look good for him, but Steve has underestimated him before, and he is sure that the human must have another trick up his sleeve.

Jason smiles menacingly down at the human prey beneath him and Steve can tell that he thinks he has the upper hand by far. At any moment, the human will surprise them both. Steve holds his breath, even though he doesn't have to draw one at all, and waits for it, when Jason leans down and bares his fangs. Steve can hear the human's heart beating wildly in his chest, a panicky bird flapping against the bars of its cage, and he realizes that no, there's no trick.

Call it a soft heart (the other vampires definitely do), but Steve feels drawn to help him. He doesn't want to question it, he just chalks it up to his knowledge that this particular vampire is an asshole. That's what he tells himself as he jumps behind the vampire, puts both hands on his head, and twists. There's a loud snap, like someone stepping on a dry twig, and the vampire falls to the ground.

He's not dead. Or he is, but he's still undead. Goddamn semantics. What matters is that Steve knows that Jason is only out for a little while and that he will be pissed when he comes to again. He looks down at the human who's still lying on the ground, his chest heaving, and Steve can hear the blood rushing through his veins, can smell it. His fangs tingle.

They make eye contact and the human's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes still wide and pupils dilated with fear, but there's something else in his eyes too, something that looks a lot like curiosity.

Great, just what he needs, another human who wants to know shit about him. As if Dustin and his endless questions for Science, Steve weren't enough. He needs to nip this one in the bud.

“You got a sword or something?”

The human blinks at him, seemingly trying to shake himself out of his stupor. "What?"

Steve's eyebrows climb practically to his hairline and he rolls his eyes with a sarcastic look on his face before sweeping his hand in the general direction of the still unconscious Jason. "A sword? Y'know, sharp, pointy thing that can finish this?" Is this guy for real?

Still looking back at Steve, the guy pulls out a short blade, and Steve looks around to make sure no one is around to witness what he just did. What he is about to do.

His kind don't help hunters. Their literal job is to kill them. If one of the others found out, there would be a target on his back.

Steve turns back to the human, who is back on his feet and still looking at Steve with the same curiosity. It’s tinged with suspicion, his head tilted to the side, eyes scanning over him.

“You’re a vampire.”

Steve snorts. “No duh, Sherlock.”

"You just knocked out one of your own."

"Got it in one. Though it pains me to be associated with scum like him." He toes Jason's head none too gently before using his supernatural speed to grab the human's blade and sever Jason's head from the rest of his useless body before the human can even blink. Jason’s body crumbles to dust right before their eyes and Steve smirks. He likes showing off, sue him.

The human gapes at him, his hand closing around the air where the blade had been seconds ago, but quickly recovers. "What the fuck, dude? This doesn't make any sense. There's no such thing as a good vampire."

"Got that right too. Such a smart human. Want a treat?"

"Oh, look, he's funny. If you're a vampire, why would you help me?"

"I'm bored?"

They stare at each other, playing a weird game of undead chicken.

Instead of indulging this line of question further, Steve says, "You really need to have a backup plan, rookie. You almost ended up being Jason's breakfast."

“Jason?” Eddie asks, but then looks at the pile of ash on the ground. “Ah. Not a very cool vampire name. You guys don’t make up something better after…?” After gesturing to Steve Eddie brings his fingers up to mimic fangs. Steve scrunches his nose and shakes his head.

This conversation has already gone on too long for Steve’s comfort. “Okay, I’m out of here. Just - cover your ass better next time, okay? I’m not saving it again.”

“I don’t need you to save my ass.”

Steve looks down where Jason's body was moments ago. "Uh huh.”

“Hey, I had it handled,” Eddie bites out.

Steve snorts. “Whatever helps you sleep, rookie.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a rookie.”

Steve turns towards the human, eyeing him up and down. “I will when you stop acting like one.”

Before the human can answer, Steve leaves. He’s already stayed around far longer than he should have, and done far more than any vampire would for a human. Especially a hunter.

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Thank you @legitcookie for indulging in this weird new universe with me, for being the best writing soulmate a girl could wish for. And for always catching stupid plot holes lol 💜😘

And @yournowheregirl, thank you for being your funny, supportive, and giving self - you keep us going, being by reminding us to eat and sleep or getting us out of our funks.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #vampire!steve harrington #vampire hunter!eddie munson #hunter and prey fic #sidekickcookie #my writing

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