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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 months

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MORE SUBMISSIVE VAMPIRE MEN PLEASE ‼️‼️

When the villain walked in, they didn’t know what demanded more attention: the hero decaying on the couch or the scary amount of bottles of blood around him.

“You called?” they asked him and walked around the couch. Calculating in their head, they came to the conclusion that at least five people would be dead by now if those bottles full of blood were the result of his killing.

“Yeah…”

However, they also suspected that those were donations. He would never kill anyone.

“Doesn’t seem like you need my help, though,” the villain said. Nevertheless, they took off their jacket.

“This blood tastes like shit,” the hero said. “Been trying to get used to the taste for a week now. Maybe I’m getting sick or something.”

“Is that even possible?” the villain asked. They took off their shoes.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Maybe you just missed me,” the villain said and before he could say anything, they sat down on his hips, making his eyes squeeze shut when they moved.

“Maybe…” he mumbled. He cursed quietly but eventually, his hands found the villain’s waist. “God, I hate you.”

The villain smiled, excited to make this more interesting.

“You’re not a very good liar.” They went through his hair a couple of times and tried to be gentle.

“Ugh, gimme a break. I’m trying.”

“What’s this about?” the villain asked. Their lips were on his neck instantly, kissing cold skin as softly as possible.

They knew this wasn’t the kind of relationship that they wanted. They knew this wasn’t supposed to be including feelings. But they couldn’t help it.

Admittedly, the villain had pushed their feelings away for months now, had tried to ignore the hero and his kind demeanour. His sweet laugh and his soft fingers.

It hadn’t been easy. It hadn’t been fun.

And when they had accidentally hooked up one time, the villain had almost freaked out, fearing the coming days of awkwardness. However, he had never made them feel that way.

One hook up had turned into two, two had turned into four and now the villain searched for every excuse to visit him.

But it didn’t give them the satisfaction they craved.

“Why’d you call me?” the villain asked.

“…had a bad day at work,” he said. His fingers ran along the villain’s spine but his eyes seemed absent. “Needed to see you.”

“Poor boy,” the villain murmured. This time, they kissed him on the lips, still gentle, even though he seemed to want a little more.

“Work wasn’t even that bad, maybe I’m just having a bad week? I can’t tell.”

“When did this start?” they asked. The villain sat up on the hero’s hips and watched him carefully. “Do you need me to get you more blood? Any preference? Want me to kill people with a specific blood type?”

“Nonono,” he said. His eyes were half-lidded and the villain shifted their hips a little more to stir him up. Immediately, the hero grabbed their waist. “You evil little—”

His eyes widened.

“When did this start?” they asked, slightly amused at the hero’s fingers digging through the layers of clothes the villain had on.

“After you kissed me for the first time, I think.”

“Oh, was it that bad?”

“No, it’s…I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about having you.” The villain raised an eyebrow. “Please, just kiss me again.”

“What was that?” The villain’s lips curled into a smile. Their hand found the hero’s jawline, forcing him to look at them.

“Please kiss me,” he repeated. He bit his bottom lip nervously and it showed off his little fangs. It was adorable.

“Is that all you want?” the villain asked, leaning over him. They were cruelly close, lips nearly touching.

“Oh, come on…” His eyes dropped to the villain’s lips, to their neck.

“What else?” the villain asked.

“Can I bite you? Please? I will be gentle, I promise. You just taste so…fucking good.”

“Go on, what else?” The villain’s hand found his neck. They didn’t squeeze.

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“…a little.” The villain laughed softly. There were so many ways to say “sleep with me” and yet, the hero was still too nervous to say it.

“C’mon. Compared to you, I don’t bite. Unless you ask me, that is. So…tell me what you want.”

“Please be mine,” he said. “Be mine forever.”

The villain froze.

They had not expected that.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #vampire x human #vampirexhuman #human x vampire #humanxvampire #suggestive

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innocenceinyourarms · 2 years

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Some more fiction

Perhaps it’s a stretch, but I typed this out from the prompt that @lestatdelioncoeur gave a bunch of us. The one about the window.

This draft was sitting in my notebook for a couple days, but I revisited last night. Its still a little rough around the edges, but I think it’s worth giving y’all a peek.

I’ve called it “Some words we shared one night”, It is written from the perspective of Penelope in the present day.

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“I do believe that I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved,” Ezra said into the darkness, his voice so quiet yet there was none of the horse strain that I associated with his whispers. I almost didn’t even think he had truly said anything until he continued, the words kind of melting together as he slurred “You know, Someone said that to me once. I didn’t believe them then, but I do think now that they’re right.”

“Who did?” I rolled onto my right side, towards his voice. In the blackness, I fumbled to find him, his waist, any part to touch and reassure that I was here. His left hand met mine. He was freezing, no doubt hungry. My Poor baby, let me help you. For a moment, there was a flash of a scenero. He takes me up in his arms and purrs against my throat, kissing and nuzzling tenderly as he always does before finding his favorite spot just above my clavicle and then…

“Katie” another woman’s name fell out of Ezra’s mouth.

“Katie?!” I couldn’t hide the tinge of disgust that colored the name.

“Yes, my maker, you know” Ezra didn’t seem to detect anything strange about my tone. The benefits of having ingested half a bottle of pure ethanol. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re drunk,” I say.

“Yes,”

I laugh even harder, which makes him start to laugh, too. It’s not long before the two of us are barking like sea lions, tears stream from my cheeks as I shout “It’s not that funny, it’s not that funny,” between the lulls of hilarity, which only serves to get us giggling like idiots again.

After the laughs have died away, I roll onto my left side. My heart is still pounding from the excitement, but it’s time to settle down. Time to sleep. I look up, my eyes intently focused on the window that I can’t see, but I know is there. I imagine the piece of pressboard covering it. Thick, large, and taking up a huge chunk of the wall, it was drilled into the cinder blocks with far, far too many long, black screws.

I find myself remembering a conversation. The one we shared the night he showed me his sleeping arrangements:

“Go on, inspect my work,” Playfulness mingled with the modest pride coloring his voice.

I stood on the edge of his bed on tiptoe, walking my fingertips along the screws as I fingered them, counting in my head One, two, three… I couldn’t help but wonder about the logistics of how he managed to do it. I’m a head taller than him, and it still took some effort on my part to reach the highest point on the board. All the while, he stood below, offering his outstretched hand to me, though I didn’t need it.

“You sure are thorough,” I said at last

“Did I do it wrong?” He was wearing a look on his face that I’d only seen on guilty basset hounds wear. So I said:

“Well, Like my momma always told me: There’s no kill like overkill”

The comment elicited a dark little chuckle.

“Come down,” he said “ I don’t want to see you get hurt,”

I told him I was going to paint it, so he had something nice to look at, but that was weeks ago. I still had no idea what he might like, or if I could even make something worth looking at in the first place. I never was the artistic type. Not that way.

Just then, I felt Ezra’s cool arm snake around my waist, finding the dip where I'm at my narrowest with no effort. Muscle memory I smirked.

He scooted closer to me, so close that our heads were sharing the same pillow. I felt his breath, as cold as if I were lying just millimeters away from an air conditioning vent. It smelled like alcohol. I didn’t mind.

I relaxed into him, easing back like he was a favorite chair, sliding down so that I came to rest on his chest. He liked to feel taller when we were like this. His heartbeat was slow, slow, slow. His breathing has an easy rhythm. He’d be asleep soon.

I placed my hand over his, wrapping my fingers around it gently. I gave it a light squeeze.

“But it’s true, is it not?” I could hear the sleep in his voice and had no idea what he was talking about

“What is?”

“About love.”

“I’m sorry, tell me again,”

“That I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved.”

“Babe, I don’t know. I never met those people,” again, my voice betrayed me. There was a clear annoyance expressed that I immediately wished to take back the second it left my mouth.

“Oh… Right” It was like listening to someone letting the helium out of a balloon. “And I suppose you never will,”

What am I supposed to say? My mouth felt terribly dry all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry” were the only words I could find

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, heart.”

No more words were spoken after that.

We just lay there in the pitch dark, holding each other, our breaths coming and going in tandem. Slow, easy. I was cold, and yet still my cheeks burned.

I don’t know which of us fell asleep first.

#Vampires #Vampire fiction #oc #my writing #Windowco #creative #creativewriting #creative writing #vamptember #spilled ink #prose #narrative #narrative fiction #urban fantasy #gothic fiction #vampirexhuman #vampire boyfriend #my work

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roleplayfinder · 1 year

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22F looking for writer 18+ to do a fandomless vampire x human/dhampir plot. My (female) character is a woman who finds the rental home of her dreams in the city. Her landlord has her sign a simple contract with 3 rules: no pets, no smoking & no opening the door in the 2nd floor hall. Eventually circumstances reveal that her landlord is a vampire (with a key to her apartment) & she’s half-vampire. You’d play the male vampire who’s biologically ~30. NSFW: gore, cursing, sex, violence.

#eighteen and over #fandomless #fandomless roleplay #fandomless rp #vampirexhuman #vampirexhuman roleplay #vampirexhuman rp

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bl00dycham0mile · 6 months

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anons/dms open for one shots today, for a few hours! here are some things i enjoy writing about. just shoot me ideas! i am okay with writing larry, harryxreader, steddie, mungrove, eddiexreader, gender doesn't matter, just lemme know which pronouns to use.

• vampirexhuman

• dom!harry/sub!harry

• angst

• bad boy!harryxinnocent Louis/reader

• stoner!harry/univeristy AU/college prof

etc!

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beevean · 1 year

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Lenector: the one vampireXhuman ship that has you thinking twice about wether or not it really is better than Twilight

Ohhhh boy.

Edward may have done shit like dismantling the engine of Bella's truck to not let her go to her friend, but. uh. he didn't enslave her? godfucking damnit how did i end up defending edward cullen of all characters

Nah, if you remove the vampire angle, Lenector's closest equivalent is Ana/Christian from 50SOG. There's even the horrible misuse of BDSM and the people who actually thought the series was the peak of sexiness :)

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prpfs · 9 months

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Hello, 21+ she/her, casual to multi-paragraph writer (depends on the story). I don’t make roleplay into a job- takes the fun out of it!

I’ve falling down the Twilight rabbit hole and I’m desperate for some RP. Twilight RP!🧛‍♀️

I only write with OCs personally, BUT if you want to play a certain canon character I don’t have any qualms with it! Just know, *I* don’t write canon characters as anything more than side characters.

So, as stated earlier- I want some✨ twilight based roleplay! ✨ It doesn’t have to be set *exactly* the same- we can put our own twist on things! The only exception is I want it to be vampirexhuman to vampirexvampire

Not that I don’t love me those shapeshifters wolves but I got a hankering LOL.

I want some plot with smut! And NSFW is a must, I love writing it out and just showing the bond that comes with it x3 so 18+ is the lowest I’ll write with!

Slow burn or medium burn- whatever we decide would fit with our characters!

I don’t have anything plot wise or character wise set up- I’m hoping to build that with you! Message me- or like/comment on this post if you’re interested!

Limits can be discussed further.

dm if you're interested

#twilight rp #twilight roleplay #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc roleplay #oc rp

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tell-me-im-your-favorite · 1 year

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Names:

Justin

Clematine

Book: How to sell your blood and fall in love

Series: Guides for dating vampires

Author: D. N. Bryn

Place: Amazon

‼️Spoliers if you swipe ‼️

I was waiting oh so patiently for this to come out!!!!

‼️Spoliers ‼️

Posts 1/2

Dude I don't even know WHERE to start!

1.) I realted S O much to Lemy. His needing and wanting to really understand and get to know his partner. Like I FELT that in my soul. I related to so many of his other characteristics so I think this round he was my favorite character. I also absolutely adored how he didn't give up on Justin and kept coming back.

2.) As soon as I saw the username "Wageryou1" I was like thats my boi right there. He's talking to my boi 😭

3.) I JUST WANNA GIVE JUSTIN A B I G HUG AND SOMETHING TO HELP HIM HEAL....I also totally thought he was riding like an old man scooter all hunched over I felt so bad conjuring that up in my head 😭

4.) I K N E W IT!!!!! When Andres gave Clemy his card I was like this could be a GREAT 3rd book story ya know and BAM 3RD BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END AND I WAS R I G H T!

#Clematine #justin #howtosellyourbloodandfallinlove #guidesfordatingvampires #vincent #wesley #demisexual #howtobiteyourneighborandwinawager #dnbryn #amazon #kindle #bookrecommendations #gay #bi #romance #vampires #vampirexhuman

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katistheauthor · 1 year

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OPEN VAMPIRE ROLEPLAY

Hello! I'm looking for someone to RP with me on Discord. This RP is a modern fantasy vampirexhuman roleplay that will involved enemies to lovers, blood drinking, and other classic vampire things. I'd love to see what we can create in this world together!! KrIsntHereAnymore#3828

Kamari could still feel their teeth in her neck as they drank from her. She could feel the agonizing pull as they fed from her. She runs as fast as she can, not looking back. There were two vampires and all she had was a switchblade. She’d been a fool to attend the party thrown by the family up the mountain. Everyone knew who they were, that the family were vampires, and that even if they were quote-unquote vegan, their friends were not. That had occurred to her all too late, after she was heading back down the hill towards town. Two of the family friends from out of town had followed her. She couldn’t even fight them as they pinned her to the ground and toyed with her before they bit deep into her neck. Her vision blurs and she stumbles, sobbing as she tries and fails to get back to her feet. She can’t. She feels weak and dizzy and strangely disconnected from herself. Her vision goes dark as her consciousness does.

Kamari wakes up in a dark room, only faint traces of sunlight beaming through blackout curtains that must've been blocking the windows. She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't really want to know. The last thing she knew is that she was bitten, running, and then blacked out. Now? She had no idea. "Hello?" She asks loudly, though her voice is a bit broken, and there's pressure on her neck. She reaches a hand up and feels... a bandage? Someone had bandaged her neck. She hears a shuffle, then sees the silhouette of a figure as they step out of the shadows. She can tell automatically that it's a vampire.

#oc rp #oc roleplay #oc #oc x oc #vampires #roleplay #open roleplay #discord roleplay #discord #vampire roleplay #vampire rp #modern fantasy rp #original character rp #vampire oc #human oc #1 x 1 rp #1 x 1 roleplay #fantasy roleplay

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love-and-monsters · 4 years

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Vampire Transformation

M monster X GN reader, 3045 words.

You’ve been experiencing some strange changes in your behavior recently. Can this strange man really make sense of it for you?

You opened your eyes and stared up at the ceiling. For the past few nights, you had been completely unable to sleep.

Nothing had worked. You’d never had any problems with insomnia before. If anything, you’d had the opposite problem; getting out of bed in the morning had been a nightmare. You’d blacked out almost the instant your head had hit the pillow and you’d stayed that way until your alarm went off in the morning.

But in the past week, you’d grown restless the instant the sun vanished from the sky. It was like the sun going down flipped a switch in your body and you were wired. Not only were you not tired, but you were borderline restless. Lying in bed was tantamount to torture- minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness and the energy buzzing inside you made it feel like your skin was crawling.

Every night, the restless feelings got worse until, driven by some odd instinct, you left the house and headed out into the night.

Luckily, you lived in a fairly large city, and in a decent part of it. People wandered the streets at all hours of the night and day, which mean that you were completely inconspicuous. Driven by some odd instinct, you just meandered through the streets, waiting until morning so you could actually collapse.

“Good hunting.” You whirled around. A man was standing uncomfortably close to you. How he’d gotten there without you noticing, you had no idea. But he was there and he fell into step next to you as if you’d invited him to do so. “Didn’t realize there were any others on this turf. You’ll want to stake your claim if you don’t want anyone encroaching.”

You stared at him. Was he in a gang? He was wearing a white button-down and black dress pants with a dark jacket slung over his shoulder, which wasn’t what you considered gang style. He was also incredibly pale, almost glowing in the dark, and quite slender. Nothing about him struck you as a gangbanger. But you couldn’t think about anything else he could be referring to.

“I think you have the wrong person,” you said as carefully as you could manage. The man lifted an eyebrow at you, clearly disbelieving. He seemed to be waiting for you to suddenly go ‘Just kidding!’ When you didn’t, and the silence stretched on, the faint smile he’d been sporting slipped from his face and he gave you a more piercing look.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” he said. His voice was softer, and there was a note in it that vacillated between amused and horrified.

“Uh. No,” you said. “Look, I think you have the wrong person. I-”

The man burst out into deep, chesty laughter, even throwing his head back. “I do not,” he said. “But I think I may be a little premature in my questioning. I’ll have to wait a little bit. Until I see you again.”

He didn’t so much vanish as he simply melted away into the night. One moment he was there, the next he’d just simply faded into the shadows and he was gone.

You blinked and swung your gaze back and forth, wondering if he would suddenly pop out of the shadows again. He didn’t return after a few minutes and the buzzing energy inside you prompted you to keep moving. You trotted along the streets.

The instant the sky started to lighten, the switch inside you that had been driving you to move an be outside flipped back the other way. You’d already wandered back to the area your apartment was in, but you still had to practically drag yourself up the stairs and into your bed. The instant your head struck the pillow, you were out.

You were out for nearly two hours before you managed to claw your way back to wakefulness. You only just managed to write out an email to your professor, telling her you weren’t going to be in class that day, before sleep sucked you back down.

You knew it was night when you woke up because your mind was sharp, no longer fogged with sleep. Not only were you focused, but you were hungry. Not a normal hunger, but something that was sharp and painful. It felt like there were shards of glass inside you cutting your stomach to shreds. It was the worst hunger pangs you’d ever experienced.

For a few minutes, you fumbled through your refrigerator, but there was nothing inside that appealed to you. You tried a few bites of your usual favorites, even digging up the pint of ice cream you’d been saving from your freezer. None of it was appealing. Your stomach, ravaged by hunger as it was, turned when you tried to eat a carrot.

The energy of the night was burning through you again and you staggered outside. The urgent need to move, to patrol, blazed in you almost stronger than your hunger.Something was wrong with your head. It was getting harder and harder to focus. It felt like the moments before you fell asleep- your consciousness blinking in and out. You weren’t going unconscious, but it was like your higher thinking was just fading away for a moment, so you were only a bundle of instincts.

You were so hungry. You were starving. Drool welled in your mouth. Food. Eat.

Something delicious wafted near you on the air. It was rich and savory and wonderful. Your conscious mind flickered for one moment, then blinked out. Instinct ruled your mind. You half vanished into the shadows of an alleyway and crouched.

The scent passed by you and you lunged. Your hands landed around his throat and closed with almost crushing strength. He couldn’t make a sound as you pulled him back, slammed him to the ground and plunged your teeth into him.

Thick, coppery liquid welled in your mouth. It was delicious, like biting into the best steak you’d ever had. It filled and soothed the awful pain in your stomach. Little whimpers welled in your throat as you drank and drank.

“I did think I’d find you here.” Someone tapped your shoulder with a foot. “Come on, let him go. You’ve terrified the poor man.”

You released him, spinning to snarl at the intruder. Some distant part of your mind recognized him as the person who had spoken to you the night before. The rest of you recognized him as an enemy. You bared your teeth and a terrible snarl rippled out through your chest.

The man chuckled. “Ooh, scary. Come on, get up.” He tapped you again with the toe of his shoe. You twisted back to look at the enemy and your prey scrambled out from underneath you. “Sorry about her. She’s a newbie, you know. Always hard training the new recruits, you know?”

The man made a motion to bolt out of the alley, managed to get to his feet, then swayed and collapsed. “Blood loss. Poor guy. He’ll be fine, probably. As for you…” The man rounded on you. You gave another deep snarl, making it as threatening as you could. “Look, you’re not as threatening as you’re trying to be by half. Chill.”

He crouched in front of you. His eyes roved over you for a moment. “You’re only about halfway through this, and it’ll get worse before it gets better. Calm down.”

There was a sensation like your mind was being turned inside out and you were suddenly very aware that you were crouched in an alleyway, human blood dribbling down your chin, the collapsed body of a human you’d tried to eat lying behind you.

“Oh my god.” Your voice was high and thin, almost on the edge of breaking. “Oh my god. What the fuck is happening to me?”

“There you go!” The man clapped a hand on your shoulder. “You’re back. Now let’s get the hell out of here. That guy’s gonna wake up and we’re not going to want to be around when he does.”

You were in such a state of shock that you simply allowed him to pull you to your feet and tug you down the street. Blood was still sticky on your chin, but the way he swept his arms around you and held a hand up close to your mouth made it look like he was trying to protect a bleeding cut. It at least seemed to quell any suspicions.

The man hauled you off to a small apartment tucked into a little alcove. It was shabby on the inside, full of the musty smell of dust and with moth-eaten furniture. The man seated you on a couch and fetched a damp cloth. “Wipe your face off. When you eat in the future, don’t dribble it all over your chin. It’s wasteful and really gross.”

You mopped at your face, wiping away the sticky trails of blood. You couldn’t stop shaking. “What is happening to me?”

The man grinned, revealing long, slightly curved fangs that nearly touched his lower lip. “You’ve becoming a vampire. Didn’t you guess that already?”

“I can’t be,” you said flatly. “I’ve never been attacked.”

“Misconception.” The man turned and started to rummage in his small refrigerator. “I mean, not a total misconception. It’s kind of right. Most humans that are turned are bitten. Just not all of them.” He emerged from the refrigerator holding a bottle, the sort people used at the gym for carrying protein shakes. It was full of a thick, pinkish liquid. He thrust it at you.

“What is that?” you asked. You took it cautiously and sniffed at it. It smelled sweet. “Is it blood?”

The man rolled his eyes. “No. It’s a smoothie.” You gave him a skeptical look. Was that sarcasm or something? “I’m not kidding. Just drink.”

You took a sip. It was incredibly thick and berry flavored, though you couldn’t make out any individual fruits. Something about the sugar cleared the remaining clouds in your head. “Vampires drink smoothies?”

The man gave a short, sharp bark of laughter. “No. Not exactly. You’re not really a vampire yet. I don’t know why, but fruit smoothies can soothe the edge of the bloodlust for a little bit. Something about the sugar content or something, I don’t know. Milkshakes are pretty good too.”

“I’m not a vampire? But you just said I was,” you said uncertainly. The man shrugged.

“I said you were turning into a vampire, not that you’re one right now. Name’s Marcus, by the way. I, if you haven’t already guessed, am a full vampire.”

You took another slurp of your smoothie. “But I didn’t get bit by anyone?”

“No. See, vampires don’t just reproduce by biting. We can also reproduce. And sometimes, we reproduce with humans. Usually, it’s not a big deal. Have a little half vampire, usually they grow into a big full vampire and join their parent as a creature of the night. But sometimes, little half vampire looses their vampire traits when they get older. Instead of going with their vampire parent, they grow up as a human. Probably marry a human and have a bunch of little human kids. And then those little human kids grow up and have more human kids, so on and so forth. But the vampire DNA keeps getting passed on and sometimes, if there’s enough of a push, the vampire traits can emerge.”

You pulled the pieces together. “I have a vampire in my family tree?”

“More than one, probably. It’s more common to have that side emerge if there’s a push from both sides of the family. It’s a genetic hiccup, or a throwback. For whatever reason, you have enough vampire in you for that bit to assert itself. By the end of the week, you’ll be a full vampire.”

You stared at him, swallowing hard. “In a week.”

“Yes. Roughly.” Marcus sat forward a little in his seat and gave you a smile. It was clearly intended to be friendly, but the enormous canines just didn’t allow it. “And I am going to help you.”

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, but within two days, you were patrolling the city with Marcus. The smoothies were no longer taking the edge off your bloodlust and Marcus, after teaching you as much vampire lore as you could stand, decided that practical learning was also important.

“This is my territory,” he said, trotting down a street. “It covers five city blocks, which isn’t the biggest territory, but there’s a lot of competition in the city. But at least it has enough humans in it.”

You looked around. Marcus had kept insisting that all vampires could sense where their territory ended and another’s began, but you couldn’t sense anything. All you were really aware of was that everyone who passed you smelled really good and the electric lights were piercingly bright.

“All right?” Marcus asked. You squinted up at him. The streetlight behind him haloed his strong facial features in a shimmering light.

“It’s bright,” you complained.

“The lights? Your eyes will get a little more used to it when the changing settles down. For now, I have a pair of sunglasses somewhere.” He patted the pockets of his long coat. It swooshed around him when he moved and looked appropriately vampire-esque.

Your gums itched and prickled and mild aches suffused your body. You slumped against a wall, grimacing. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of yours stomach, and you were pretty sure that wasn’t just nerves. Something in you was changing.

“Here you go!” Marcus slid the glasses onto your face, somehow managing not to poke you in the eye. You readjusted them carefully. They were easy to see through, even at night. “Are you okay?”

You realized that, over the last few minutes, you had been leaning more and more heavily on the wall for support. Your knees felt a little like jelly. “Um. I don’t feel very well.” Your gums were pulsing and waves of alternating hot and cold flooded your body.

Marcus took hold of your shoulder and gently pushed you into an alleyway. “Sit here for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

He bolted off and you placed your head between your knees. Things seemed to be squirming under your skin. You were flushed, but chills worked their way over your body. It felt like you’d come over with a sudden and terrible bout of the flu.

Something thumped to the ground in front of you. A delicious smell wafted up to you and the pulsing in your gums sharpened to a painful throbbing.

“Drink,” Marcus said. One of his hands slid down your back and he lifted the body he’d dropped in front of you to your mouth. You lunged forward, biting into the soft flesh and gulping the blood that spilled forth.

You were much neater this time, gulping down almost every drop. After only a few delicious mouthfuls, Marcus detached you. “You’re shivering,” he said. You were, and the squirming of your innards was only getting worse.

Marcus leaned you back against the wall. “Hey, I was slightly off in my timing,” he said. His voice was pitched oddly, like he was trying to be soothing, but he was barely suppressing panic himself. “You’re making the full shift to vampire now.”

Your eyes popped open and you stared wildly at him. “What?”

Marcus ignored your obvious panic and hauled you up into his arms. Carefully, he swung you around and onto his back. “Hold on tight,” he said.

It was not easy to hold onto the back of a vampire going at full speed. Motion sickness made your head spin and you squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face into the back of his neck. His smell was stronger than you’d ever smelled it before, sort of earthy and pleasant. You found yourself breathing deeply.

With a jerk, Marcus dug his feet into the ground and came to a stop. You clung to him, startled, until his hands worked your fingers loose from around his neck.

You in the middle of a sparsely forested area. Still in the city, from what you could hear. A park, then. Marcus offered you his coat and you slipped it on. “Wanted to get you away from people, somewhere relatively quiet. You’ll be disoriented for a moment when you wake up. It’s better to be somewhere like this.”

“Wake up?” Your voice was slurred.

“You’re going to pass out. But it’ll be all right. I’ll be right here.”

You felt like you were falling asleep rapidly. A tingling numbness crept up through your legs, then your arms, crawling toward your neck. Your eyes opened once, to see Marcus smiling gently down at you. Then they fell shut and you fell into darkness.

The first thing you were aware of was the smell. It invaded your senses, permeated your brain. There were unpleasant scents far away, some appealing ones that made your mouth water, and, close by, the earthy smell of dirt and wood and, closest of all, a pleasant, slightly earthy, slightly spiced scent.

You opened your eyes. It was bright. Really bright, almost daytime bright. But you could see, beyond the trees, that the moon was still out. You ran your tongue along your teeth. Your canines were extended and they itched a little.

“Feeling okay?” You turned your head. Marcus was leaning over you, a slight grin on his face. The moonlight seemed to make his skin glow and there was something mesmerizing in his eyes. “Woah,” you said. Marcus grinned.

“I could say something similar,” he said. “Hungry?”

Your stomach twisted and you nodded. “Starving.” Marcus tugged you to your feet.

As he led you out of the park, you became more aware of the territory boundaries. You could sense them, somehow, like glowing lines along the ground. It made you a little unsettled.

“You’re not kicking me out, are you?” you asked. Marcus grinned, canines glinting.

“No. I like you too much for that,” he said. “Now, let’s go. We’ve got some hunting to do.”

Together, you ran off into the night.

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mlekonya · 3 years

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“What a bothersome romance~”

A late valentines day thing I didnt wanna post sp I’m posting it now 🤷🏻

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okokok how abt a wlw vampire villain x human hero. pls cat. DO IT FOR THE GIRLYS WHO ARE GIRLY FOR OTHER GIRLYS!

The blood was dripping down her fingers and even though she couldn’t help but feel relieved, her hand was shaking. It had gotten worse. She had become more violent. The last little traces of her humanity were slipping through her fingers like sand.

It was horrifying. She looked down at the bodies, three bankers in total who’d been on their way to lunch. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how she’d done it.

How she had ripped out their throats to feed on the fresh blood.

“What a mess…” she mumbled to herself as she went through her hair. Her hand was bloody. “Oh, fuck.”

“Leave the bodies to me.” The vampire turned around upon hearing her voice.

She could count herself lucky that her nemesis was beginning to fancy her. One night when she had captured the vampire, the “imprisonment” had turned into an almost three hour long conversation about mortality and the curse of being a vampire.

The vampire guessed she pitied her.

“No…it’s not your job to clean up after me.”

“I offered to get you some blood donations but I failed to deliver them to you on time. This is on me.”

The vampire shook her head. She felt stronger than a few hours ago and yet, her muscles were aching from the fight.

“No, it’s not the same. Blood from a bag isn’t the same. This is my fault. I need to hunt, I need living, breathing prey. Oh God, I’m so doomed.” She felt the frustration crawl up her throat. She felt like throwing up.

“Hey, deep breaths,” the heroine said. She grabbed the vampire’s elbows and turned her away from the bodies. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner but I can guarantee we’re working on this together.”

“I’m a monster.” The vampire hid her face behind her hands. “What am I doing? Why did this happen to me?”

“Hey, sometimes shit happens and you can’t really—”

“I was a normal girl, I had an office job for Christ’s sake. I deserved a good normal, boring life.” She frowned and her lips trembled. “I didn’t want anything extraordinary.”

Suddenly, the heroine took her hands.

“Hey, I know it’s a lot and you’re still getting used to this. But I believe this happened for a reason. I know you will find a way to deal with this and I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

The vampire lowered her hands and looked at their saviour, little fangs peeking through her lips.

“I’m so scared.”

“There’s no need to be. You’re brilliant. You’re—”

The vampire knew why. She knew why she grabbed the heroine, nails digging hard enough into her skin to leave marks. She knew why saliva gathered in her mouth and why she needed to bite her.

The heroine’s pulse had gone wild when they’d gazed each other. The vampire had heard and felt it.

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t press her teeth into her like she was some kind of meat. She couldn’t do that to her, she couldn’t kill her like that.

Right before her teeth could scrape her skin, the vampire froze.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Her grip finally loosened and the heroine seemed to breathe for the first time. She was blushing and her heart was beating relentlessly.

The vampire could barely keep it together.

“You— you should leave,” the heroine said. “I’ll, uh, report this mess and take care of it. Call me.”

Unfortunately for the heroine, the vampire knew she’d been a little too attracted to that.

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