#humanxvampire

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.

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Her Second Chance (Book One of the Dark Destiny Trilogy) 

Celeste was your normal human girl. Just a hard-working young adult in college. She works at a small eatery. Loved by her family and friends. Until she goes to a party and ends up in the wrong arms and in the wrong hotel. She comes back with a vengeance to kill the man who was responsible for her death. But when she wakes up, she meets the man who saved her, Valentino. To him, he saved his mate. To her, he gave her a new breath of life, another chance at life. 

I’ve finally started to publish my story on Wattpad. I’m posting each chapter as I go along. I’m trying to post twice a week, but I’m sick right now, so I don’t think that'll happen any time soon.  

“Leaving us so soon?”

The hero spun around, air stuck in their throat. Admittedly, they had a thing for danger. At first they hadn’t realised it. Their job was demanding physical and emotional endurance like no other but after a while, they saw beauty in the thrilling.

They couldn’t say anything. Their larynx didn’t allow it.

“It’s not even midnight, yet.” It was their first time dealing with a vampire, they realised. They had studied them for weeks, and yet seeing them in person made them uneasy.

As if they couldn’t comprehend who was standing in front of them.

“I’m sorry…” they answered and they didn’t know why exactly that came to mind.

“Oh, don’t be sorry, little dove. I’ve been watching you for a while now. These people aren’t exactly your type of people, are they?” The villain cocked their head with warm gentleness. “You should be more careful.”

A sweet warning. The vampire closed the heavy door behind them, silencing the music.

And the hall was long. The hero was sure they couldn’t outrun a vampire here on this slippery floor. Not in those shoes.

“I’m sorry, I…I’m not really familiar with these etiquettes.” The vampire smiled softly and the hero was quite sure they could see the ends of their fangs peak through their lips.

“It’s all just hypocritical pretentiousness. Don’t mind this.” The vampire took a step forward and the hero considered taking one back. But they didn’t. “I think we both know we’re not talking about high society, though.”

“Well, I was.” Again, the vampire smiled at the hero’s answer. They were very calm, very patient. The hero hadn’t read about that in any of their books.

“Cute little thing…Who are you, dear?”

“I have an invitation, actually.” The hero took out the little card, waving it in front of the vampire cheerfully. “So, you should know who I am.”

“Hm.” The vampire’s hand was around the hero’s wrist before they even realised it. The waving stopped and the hero’s breathing too. “An excellent copy. You’re getting more interesting by the second.”

“It’s not—”

“Oh, it is…” The vampire leaned in, voice lovingly low. “You’re smarter than this. Don’t think you’re the first human in my home.”

The hero tried to resist, tried to get away but the vampire’s grip was like steel.

“And don’t think I’ll let you go that easily, dove.” The tip of their nose touched the hero’s neck and for a terrible second, the hero got anxious. They didn’t know what they were feeling. This was a little more than “loving the danger.”

“I don’t want any trouble.”

“Liar,” the vampire whispered. They pulled away, hunger in their eyes and chuckled. “When you came here, you expected trouble. When you stayed here, you did too. But don’t worry. I can give you all the trouble you want.”

second, is it alright for a touched starved vampire x touchy human. please, im lonely. thank you very much and have a pleasant day!

An unhealthy obsession wasn’t deadly per se but the vampire didn’t even begin to comprehend that they stood in problems knee-deep. 

It had started with one lazy afternoon, the vampire had lain on their couch and wasted their endless hours graciously. They’d eaten little that week (their eating habits were dangerously bad, even for a vampire) which had left them sleepy and totally useless for the rest of the day. Everything in their vision had swum in a soup of colours and when they’d pressed their palms into their eyes, it left them with the urge to throw up. 

When their roommate had stormed into the apartment, agitated and apparently ready for battle, the vampire didn’t even notice it at first. It was only later when the human straddled them that the vampire guessed their date hadn’t turned out to be successful. What happened after that was a total blur, all that remained in their memory was the feeling of skin on skin and the prurient sounds that filled the apartment.

Ever since that…incident, they touched whenever the possibility arose. Sitting on the couch together didn’t work anymore without holding hands or sitting on top of the other. The vampire had never thought their relationship would develop into this and they had certainly not thought that they would fancy it.

After all, they knew the human since childhood and with that, every dirty little secret they had. And likewise did the human.

What the vampire hadn’t considered was the possessiveness the human personified. They were too blind to see that they were nothing but a puppy on a leash, someone the human wanted to themselves without sharing.

There was some thrill to that — feeling wanted and feeling at peace was something the vampire welcomed. 

“Have you eaten anything today, my love?” The human’s fingers went through the vampire’s hair until their hand was full of it and they were able to pull on it gently. The vampire let out a pathetic whine, still drunk on the feeling of their lover’s hands massaging their shampoo into their skull. 

“Breakfast, yes,” they answered obediently. The vampire was taller than the human and oh so much stronger but in reality, they were never scared of hurting their mortal lover. The human was in charge, after all, wrapping the vampire around their little finger with ease. 

“I don’t mean that, my love.” The vampire turned towards the human and watched them patiently. 

“I’m trying to quit that,” they said, blinking.

“You can’t quit drinking blood. You’re a vampire,” the human said, chuckling at their lover’s response. Even though the vampire already felt hot from the bath, they blushed. Humiliation was something the human used in little doses but when they did, it always forced a reaction out of the vampire.

“I’m still trying.”

“You can have my blood, you know?” their lover said, one finger following their spine all the way down. Their nail scratched a painful line into the vampire’s back but it made them feel some sick ecstasy they couldn’t explain. They drew in a sharp breath. 

“I…I know…”

“You’re good for me, aren’t you?” The human stood up on their tiptoes and pressed a kiss to their vampire’s cheek.

“O-of course.” The vampire threw their head back when a cold hand slid down their stomach. It made them feel like a human again. They had to squeeze their eyes shut and concentrate on breathing.

“You have already claimed my body and my blood, haven’t you?” the human asked with a voice that could’ve been a siren’s.

“…yes—” The vampire’s thoughts were mushed together.