Vampire Neglected!Reader Ă Yan!Batfam
Lotsa trigger warnings here, but it isnât as bad as it looks I promise. I donât go into gory detail.
TW: death, talks about dying, dead bodies, thoughts of killing, killing, removing bullets from bullet wounds, bullet wounds, blood, stab wounds
I'd also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are "you" so... Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don't make sense.
Chapter Six: Hunters and Confrontations
You didnât follow the mysterious vampire man immediately. Rather, you simply transformed into a bat and flew into your bedroom through your window. You were currently buried underneath a mountain of covers and blankets. It felt amazing to your perpetually cold self. Though despite the amazingness, you had a lot to think about.
You didnât think youâd ever run into another vampire. Let alone one who was a full adult. Maria and the others had all been relatively young looking, even if some of them were old. For example, Maria herself was turned by some asshole during the Mexican revolution. You didnât know exactly how old the guy was, or if vampires aged. Did they? If so, again, how old was the guy? If not was the guy turned at that age? Why did he approach you? Was approaching other vampires normal? The only experience you really had was with Maria and her posse. Yes, they approached you when you all were cool, but after the fight, none of them did. They were really your only point of reference.
There was also the fact that somebody was running at you from behind during the gala. Had it been the hunter? The steps felt too light for an adult, but then again, whoâs to say a hunter didnât know how to lighten their steps? They hunt vampires, who could hear a pin drop from a mile away. That shouldnât be too outside the realm of possibilities. Speaking of the hunter, he was friends with Bruce! Again, damn it! Would the guy come over? You speculated so, but you werenât entirely sure. How close exactly was he to Bruce? Did he know? Because Two-Face was one of Bruceâs best friends since childhood and the man (men?) still doesnât know!
You shifted in bed until you could shove your hand into your pocket and grab the now crumpled napkin. You sat up in bed, throwing off the covers. Your hand moved to fumble for your phone on the nightstand near your bed. The guy might be home, wherever that was for him, by now. Itâs been about an hour since you left the gala. You typed in your passcode and dialed the number. It rang for a few moments before going to voicemail.
Guess not, you supposed. You flopped back onto the bed and closed your eyes. Maybe he was going after a victim or something? It seemed youâd have to wait a little longer. You shifted in bed until you pulled the covers back over you. You were gonna catch some Zâs. Itâs not like you had anything better to do. You let yourself drift off to sleepâŚ
That night, you had a nightmare. You were running from somethingâ someone, in an unfamiliar house. As you turned a corner, you turned into a bat to gain more speed. Shit! Shit, you didnât think the Hunter had seen you! You thought youâd gotten away! You kept flapping until a shot rang out, making you flinch and your ears slightly ring. A wood-tipped bullet tore through one of your wings. You went down, changing back into your normal form. The vampire hunter was a couple feet behind you. You pressed your hand to your now bleeding arm. It was starting to get itchy, you knew hives were spreading. Even after hundreds of years, that feeling was horrible.
Another shot ran out and you threw yourself out out of the way, another bullet wizzing past you. Damn it! You had to get up! You pushed yourself back up and got to running again. Both you and the hunter ran so fast that the walls and windows were shaking. You wouldnât be able to change into a bat and fly until your arm healed. Damn it! Damn itâ You threw yourself out of the way of another bullet. This bastard! All your blood was locally sourced from back alley clinics! You havenât hunted humans in damn near a century!
Your hand dug into your wound, trying to pull the bullet out. Another bullet grazed your ear. You felt hives erupting around the new cut. You had to resist the urge to itch as you finally pulled the bullet out and threw it to the side. As soon as you get out of this, you needed to warn the kid. Both them and you needed to get the hell out of this shitty city if Van Helsings were crawling about! You felt the wound slowly starting to close. There was a window at the end of this hallway, you needed to get it now. You spotted it up ahead. Your gift was no use environments like this. There wasnât a single plant in sight for you to manipulate!
You felt the wound and finally close as you were just a couple feet away from the glass. You braced yourself to burst throughâ
[Name]âs eyes snapped open.
You looked around wildly before your hand moved to grip above your heart. It stopped beating long ago, yet you could still feel fear squeeze at it. Were you sweating? Wow, you were sweating. You sat up, breathing heavily. You were still in your room, though you were sure it was early in the morning. The rising sun shown in through one of your windows. You checked your arm. Nothing. Not a single red spot. You felt your ear. No cut. Your hand went back to your heart. Still unbeating.
Was that a nightmare? You wiped some sweat from your brow. Your eyes drifted to the napkin on your nightstand. The address. Fuck, vampires donât need a lot of sleep. He might be awake! You needed to ask him what the fuck that was. You quickly got up, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. You jogged to your window and quickly opened it. You transformed and were off.
It took an hour, but you finally found the place. It was a manor, much like Bruceâs. You flew in through a shattered window. What happened here? You walked through the hallways, looking around. The place was familiar, alarming so. It was also a mess. Bullet holes were scattered in walls, the carpet floor was filthy, and there were even long scratch marks into the brick of the walls.
Turning down another hallway, you found a grimy brown stain on the carpet. It smelled like blood, yet different. It smelled like rot. Taking a closer look, your eyes decided to adjust so you could see better in the darkness of the early morning. There were some chunky bits in it. It reminded you of your own blood. Another chord of familiarity struck through you. A brief flash of something tearing through your skin. A throbbing, phantom pain radiated from your arm again. That felt ominous. Way too ominous.
You decided to step over the stain and continue walking. Your foot hit something on the ground just a few paces ahead. When you looked back down, a small piece of metal greeted you. You knelt down to pick it up and examine it closer. It was a bullet, the tip being made of⌠wood? There was some more dark blood on it. Your arm continued throbbing. You put the bullet in your pocket and stood back up. You felt your breathing become shallow as you stood. Your head was starting throb too, a migraine, not the same phantom pain.
Visionsâ from the nightmareâ flooded back in waves. Primal fear, gripping your heart as you(?) ran. Theâ That thing managing to keep up with you despite your speed. Desperation for escape. Frustration at your own helplessness. Hope, increasing with each step closer to the window. Then nothing. Your hands moved to press against your forehead. You let out a hiss of pain. Those same sights replayed over and over. You staggered away from the bullet further down the hallway, one of your hands leaving your face to brace on the wall as you walked. You felt like you were seeing double-vision. One side being whatever happened to the prey of the monster, and the other being what was going on now. Your heart was beating wildly. Youâve hated that feeling ever since your heart stopped. The feeling of coagulated blood pumping through your body, clogging your veins, behind your eyes.
You turned the corner and stopped, moving to press your head against the wall of the cool brick. It helped the migraine just a little. The split visions calming down. You stayed like that until the feeling felt much more manageable. It took a moment, but you finally pushed off the wall and kept walking, eyes on the carpet. You didnât wanna look up and be assaulted once again by the visionsâ feelingsâ fear of being chased.ďżź
You studied the carpet like it was truly interesting until your foot clinked against some glass. From there, your eyes slowly trailed up, passing over expensive shoes. Then, well tailored pants. Then up the back of a man in a rather familiar coat, one youâd swore George Washington had probably worn once. Finally, your eyes landed on the currently disintegrating head of the vampire youâd known for less than a day. A rare sunlight was peaking through Gothamâs cloud. Not good in this particular situation as dead vampires disintegrate in it immediately. Not to mention, the man is hanging out the window as if murdered mid-escape.
As much as youâd prefer to stand in the sunlight, you pulled him away to the shade. His head slowly stop disintegrating, due to the lack of sunlight now. You laid him on his back. A dark stain bloomed where his heart should be. The cloth there also had a hole the relative size of a bullet. Shit. Shit. Shit. You moved on auto pilot pulling his shirt open. You didnât have tweezers, you couldnât pull the bullet out. You could use your hands, but that would risk infection as there wasnât a bathroom nearby to wash said hands. Or at least you didnât know if there was one.
Then again, could vampires even get infections?
One hand quickly moved to feel for a pulse. The patient didnât have a heartbeat, but your kind rarely did unless muscle memory forced it to. That was actually why when you were scared or startled, it would start pumping. After that, you moved a finger under his nose to try and feel any breath. Also nothing. That didnât stop you from shoving your hand into the wound and pulling out the bullet. You put it to the side, feeling the skin of one of your fingertips erupted in blistering hives at an accidental touch to the wooden tip. You wiped some of the dark blood on your pajama pants before pulling your finger up to examine it.
That certainly wasnât normal. The wood in the manorâs never done that before. The bullets had to be special, which unfortunately, wasnât good because that likely meant the patientâs heart, surrounding organs and skin were all having severe allergic reactions at the same time. If only you brought the first aid kit. There was an Epi-pen inside in case of a family member having an allergic reaction. Stephanie was allergic to peanuts. So was Jason. Tim couldnât be touched by Latex. Alfred had to be careful with soy, though you donât have to worry too much about him. Anyways, no adrenaline shots means⌠Heâs as good as dead. You didnât know if you should take him to the hospital. Not to mention, the vampire might be ash by the time you make it due to the sun.
You sat there for a moment. Your finger itched like crazy, but you paid it no mind. You pulled out your phone, not even glancing at the amount of missed calls. By this time, Leslie would note the time of death: 3:56am.
You stood and slid your phone back into your pocket. You didnât know what the doâ you didnât know what to do! The man is dead. What do you even do with dead vampires? It would make sense to bury them like humans, but then again you could just leave him out in the sun. Thats the way youâd prefer to go. Feeling the warm sun on your skin as you faded away. You glanced over to the sun still streaming through the window. In a couple hours, the sun, if the clouds feel generous enough to part, would shift enough until it shone on the both of you. Should you move him or leave him? Youâre not family, next of kin, or the will executor. You canât make this decision.
You didnât even know if the man had any friends or was apart of a vampire group. If he was, you could leave the decision to them, yet you couldnât hear anyone else in the houseâ Unless there were more deceased? You snapped your head up. More deceased? You hadnât even thought of that. Without thinking, you dragged the headless vampire further away from the window and started stomping through the house now. You looked every which way for any other injured. Youâd found more ashes and clothes near another window where sun was fully shining through. Completely deceased that one. Though, after rifling through the ash, you found another bullet with the hyper-allergenic wood. Damn. Damn!
You threw the bullet to the side and start running now through the house. You had to act fast, or at least until the sun disappeared past the clouds.
After about an hour of running through the entire mansion, youâd ran into four more dead vampires, all varying in ages. For each of them youâd pulled out the same bullet or bullets. For each of them, you pulled them away from the sun. Whoever did this, for a fact, left of them where they could burn. Nearly every single one of them was near a window. Though the last person youâd found was in the greenhouse, long turned to a pile of ash with a gleaming bullet amongst the pile.
As of now though, you were sat out front on the placeâs front steps.
All of those people, people like you, were killed. All of them had been shot in the heads or hearts by the same bullets. Did the hunter do that? Fuck, and to think you might have to be around the guy more often. You buried your face in your hands. Your stomach grumbled. You were so fucking hungry. Youâve been trying to ignore it, minimize it, but you were. Itâs been a month since youâve last had a taste, and you can control yourself, yes, but that doesnât change the fact. You need blood. Shit, Steph started her cycle like a day ago, did you truly have to get so desperate that you might rummage through her trash?
No! Thatâs absolutely fucking disgusting!
Come on [Name], youâre not that desperate! You just need to go back to the Batcave and steal something. Likely Dickâs blood as the man more often or not was the least likely to get injured aside from Bruce. That and heâs normally in BlĂźdhaven anyways. The only problem with that is, what if Bruce notices? What if he lays your ass out like those guys back there? What if he leaves you in the sun to turn to ash after he or his stupid friend kills you? Maybe you could try a local hospital? Maybe Leslieâs clinic? The problem with those options, are that the hospitals in Gotham are always overrun and on the brink of collapse! While you could probably slip in and out easily due to the 24 hour busyness, what if someone else needed that blood? And as for Leslie, you couldnât steal from her! She also has patients who need it! Not to mention, stealing from her would be the equivalent of biting the hand that fed you!
After everything sheâs done for you, you canât do that to her.
You stood and started pacing.
You could go after a criminal, a common thug. But what if that brings attention to you? What if that somehow attracts the hunter? What if thereâs more than one hunter? What is that attracts the attention of a rogue if you accidentally go after one of their goons? Then again it is a goon, no one important. They might not even notice. Still, killing a man? Youâve never done that before, and while it might be your only option, itâs still a line you never thought youâd have to cross. If you were still friends with Maria, you would be able to get blood from her no problem. Damn her for being a bad person!
You started walking. Down the long driveway, through the mansionâs gate, down the sidewalk. Your thoughts still raced as your feet carried you closer and closer back to the more urban parts of the city.
Taking a manâs life didnât really appeal to you. Even if the guy might be scum, it seemed to Bruceâs no kill rule was deeply ingrained in your blood as well. Then again if the guyâs like a sex offender or something⌠well no love lost. Nevermind. Though it now seemed you to had to find a sex offender. Where would you find one? Also, how would you get them to admit they were a sex offender? Thatâs not even mentioning how if you did find one, youâd have to lure them to an alleyway with no cameras so you could eat them!
Gah! Decisions, decisions.
You kept walking. Regardless, youâd need to do something soon. Whether it be about the hunters or food. Maybe you could convince Bruce to let you go abroad for college? High school was almost over. Then again, you could probably just fake his signature and heâd but none the wiser... wait, thatâs actually not a bad idea. Okay cool so, youâll leave after high school. As for now, all you needed to do was survive. Surviving meant blood, so really you only had one problem instead of two. HmmâŚ
You felt someone grab your shoulder, forcing you to stop walking. Please tell you it was a common thug. Please. You looked back. Oh, no, itâs Maya. How in the world did you keep running into her? First at the arcade, then school, then the gala, and of course, now. Her brows were furrowed as she looked you over. Her eyes stopped on one of your hands. You tried your best to wipe the blood off them, but it was still crusted in your nails.
â[Name], what happened?â She asked, letting go of your shoulder after a moment. Did you really have to talk to her? Ehh⌠you didnât wanna be rude. You could also use a distraction from everything. Caught between wanting to deny, yet also accept, you simply stared at her. You felt your stomach growl once more. She shifted slightly, looking around. ââŚDo you wanna get something to eat?â She asked.
And who were you to refuse?
She led you to a little place in Gothamâs Chinatown. You both sat down after the hostess led you to a table. You slouched in your chair, finally feeling the weight everything that youâd seen today. She kept flicking between a menu and you. You tried to ignore that and just search for something with eggsâ anything with eggs. Ooh, they had tomato eggs. Score. You could probably just pick out all the tomatoes.
ââŚAre you okay?â Maya asked, interrupting your thoughts. You paused and looked over to her.
âYeah, why?â You gave a slight smile. It was one you pulled when trying to look sincere. You didnât think she bought it.
âUhâŚâ She trailed off. ââŚNo reason.â She spoke with a frown. Her eyes flicked to your finger now. The allergic reaction from before had long cleared up. She was focused on your nails again. âDid you run into anybody on your way here?â Before you could answer, the waiter came by. You gave him your order. Maya gave him hers too.
It was after the man left that you finally decided to answer. âA couple.â You spoke, remembering bloody wounds and the smell of ash. You were sure the smell of both clung to you. âWhy?â
She gave a shrug. She looked wary. Maya was always wary around you. Despite what she may think, you had noticed it during your limited interactions. You didnât know why. Maybe she knew? No, thereâs no way she could. Yet, despite that, her heart rate was elevated around you. Her eyes were always starting around. Her fingers would incessantly tap amongst whatever surface was nearby. All signs of nervousness. âDid I do something to you?â You asked, keeping your tone light, after another moment of staring.
She startled at that. âIâ No! No. Why would you think that?â She asked, looking away for a moment before looking back to you. Her heartbeat stuttered when she spoke. You simply shrugged in return.
âYouâre always on edge around me.â You kept your smile, taking a sip of some water as the waiter came by with the drinks. Refreshing. âWeâve only hung outâ what, twice if you count whatever this is?â You waved a hand around. âSo, what did I do to you?â You repeated, raising a brow. âCome on, you can tell me. Though I will say, I probably wonât remember.â
You listened to the sound of Mayaâs throat working to swallow a bit of saliva. Your eyes traced her neck, watching the lump travel down. She seemed further disturbed now. Geez, seriously. What did you do?
It took her a bit, but she finally answered, âNothing.â Her heart didnât stutter this time. So earlier hadnât been a lie? It was something else. What had caused her heart to stutter? âItâs justââ The waiter came by with their food, Maya fell silent. That was surprisingly fast service, dang. You picked up a fork to start picking out tomatoes. He also refilled your water. He left once more to tend to the other few tables in the restaurant. You watched his back.
You didnât even want to bother dancing around this subject.
âDo you know?â You asked simply, watching as the man refilled more waters. You need to look at Maya to know she stilled almost completely. Her heart started to race. Whatâs the point of beating around the bush?
âDo you know?â You repeated, finally turning your eyes back to Maya. [Eyecolor] eyes bored into brown. You let your smile drop. She was still frozen. Did she know? It was unlikely but there was always a chance.
You let her recover. Let her think you somehow still didnât know sheâd been caught off guard. She continued on, putting on a brave face. âI donât know what youâre talking about. I justâ I moved to Gotham about a month ago and I havenât really made any friends yet. That was actually why I approached you at the arcade.â She spoke, clearing her throat. âThatâs why I tried to talk to you yesterday at school and the gala. Thatâs also why I asked you to eat with me.â She spoke quickly.
You cocked your head. Someone asking [Name] Wayne to go out and eat with them because they wanted to be friends? Well youâll be damned. Now, granted you went to eat with her after the whole arcade thing, but that was different. This chick knows who you are now. Why does she still want to hang out? Your heart twisted uncomfortably. Attention. That concept will never ever stop irking you. âReally?â You asked her disbelievingly.
She nodded. This girl was really bad at hiding just how wary/afraid of you she was. âYeah. Um. How long have you been going to school at Gotham Prep by the way?â She asked curiously.
Why did she care? You answered anyways. âSince I started high school.â She seemed confused by that.
âHuh? ButâŚâ She trailed off.
For the next hour and a half, Maya started asking you all sorts of personal questions. You answered most of them. (âAnd whoâs your mother?â âA crackhead.â) By the time it was over, most of Mayaâs fear had faded. She was now talking to you as if you were a near-normal person. She was also taking notes of your life? A least you think so. She had a little notepad and everything. You were hoping she didnât sell this to a gossip column or something.
Now, you were both walking out the restaurant. Youâd been the one to pay, despite being the one invited. You also gave the waiter a generous tip due to you being benevolent and all that. (âMy mom was a waitress. From what I barely remember about her, she was either stressing about work or about when she could next hit that pipe, if you know I mean.â)
Youâd both passed by an alley when a weak cry for help made you both pause. The voice was a little too high pitched, too fake. Your eyes darted over to the alley. Was someone trying to lure you and Maya over? Nice tryâ
Maya bee-lined towards the alley without a momentâs hesitation. Not a Gothamite, that one! âWhat are you doing?â You asked, looking at her crazy.
âIâm going to help that person.â She spoke, face set with determination as she gestured to the alley. âI know you heard that too.â She wasnât wrong, but come on! This wasnât something muggers were afraid to stoop to. You followed after her.
âDude, youâre going to get mugged. This is a trap.â You still followed her further into the alley anyways. She glanced back at you. A flash of disappointment crossed her face.
âBut what if it isnât? Would you just let whoeverâs in trouble get hurt?â She stopped and turned to face you now. She looked slightly angry, fists clenching at her sides. It left you at a loss for words. Geez, whenâs the last time someoneâs, besides Jason recently, been mad at you? Before this week, no oneâs ever paid attention to you long enough to give you any emotion aside from indifference.
Not knowing what to do, you scoffed, looking to the side. âWell, I mean, no, but this is a trap. Iâm telling you.â You still didnât really know if she knew about your⌠disease, so itâs not like you could tell her you could hear the strained and slightly rougher undertones of the person baiting you and her right now. Something caught a glint in the darkness. Your eyes flicked behind her to the object. You heard the click and moved faster than either of you could truly react.
When you blinked, your ears were ringing from the sound of the shot, you had a bullet in your shoulder, and a wooden stake slammed through your collarbone, a few couple inches above your heart. She missed. Your hands were on Mayaâs shoulders, while both her hands were still wrapped around the stake. The only noises that could be heard were heavy breathing from you, Maya, and the random guy who shot at you both. You didnât know which hurt worse, the wood or the metal.
The skin there was starting to break out, burn, and blister. You couldnât help the guttural growl that left your throat. âOw.â You moved to place your hands over Mayaâs and pull the stake out. The skin itched and you swore even your now shattered collarbone was having an allergic reaction too. At least the bone was mending slowly.
You slowly turned back to look at the guy, still standing there dumbly and holding the gun. You rushed forward. As soon as your fingertips brushed his skin, you swapped both him and yourself with the math homework from yesterday. The one youâd left on your desk.
The next thing you knew, you were both tumbling off the desk and then everything was a blur.
When you came to it, you were sitting on the ground, your back against your bed. You were staring at the ceiling. There were tiny specks of red up there. You felt wet all over, all down your front. Your pajamas were clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The ringing in your ears was still plenty loud. Your socks were wet and mushy too. Despite all that, you couldnât find it in yourself to be upset.
For once, since parting from Maria, you felt full. More than full actually. What Maria had given you were a little tastes it seemed. Just enough to get by. Your eyes slowly trailed down from the ceiling to the mess in front of you. Where there had once been a man was now simply bones and pruny skin. You take back everything you said about being able to control yourself. To be fair, being shot and stabbed were two very reasonable things that would push anyone over the edge.
You stood. Man, you felt gross. You wiped at your mouth. You wanted to shower. You walked over to your door and stepped out into the hallway. Your eyes flicked down the wall to the bathroom.
Actually, you were feeling pretty deserving today. You were going to take a nice shower in Bruceâs bathroom. The good bathroom. Because his shower was luxury and you didnât want to use the one you shared with Tim. You turned to start walking to Bruceâs room. You didnât even notice a rather small person, green eyes filled with anger and frustration, as he followed after you, ranting about your irresponsible nature and demanding to know why you were covered in blood. You were still temporarily deafened after all. You also passed by a drawing room, not noticing Bruce and a guest go silent at the side of you.
You only stopped, just as your hand placed itself on the door. Someone tapped your shoulder. You looked over.
It kills me how some of yâall got so attached to âVampire Dadâ. I never ever planned to have him live past a chapter. đ Though who knows, maybe he will come back?
Also I donât think hyper-allergenic is a word.
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