#kidnapping implied

M!Vampire x F!Human.

Warnings: Kidnapping implied? (1150 words)

Summary: Tessa is the daughter of legendary vampire hunter Caroline Putkowski. When a young vampire unwittingly targets her for a quick meal and a fun evening, both of them find themselves in over their heads. Inspired by a @write-it-motherfuckers​ prompt (this one!), and a continuation from this post.

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“I don’t— That’s... You want my mother, not me!” Tessa’s words gasped out, her throat constricting and eyes widening in the vampire’s cold grip. “I—”

He cut her off with a loud sigh. “Do you really think I didn’t know that, cutie?” Chuckling, he relaxed his hands around her neck, careful to keep her fenced in with his body. She seemed harmless, but there’s no good in letting her run off. “Caroline doesn’t cut such a striking figure nowadays.”

She stood motionless, the blank look on her face suggesting that she hadn’t quite understood what he was saying. “I’m not with her!— I swear— I’ll tell you anything I know, just, please...”, her panicked pleas fading into a pathetic whine.

He waited for her to breathe, and then he spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. “Tessa, beautiful. I’m not here tonight about your mother. I promise.”

She gulped, finally taking in the meaning of his words. “Then, why...?”

It was a good question. What exactly was the next move? Killing her was the original plan, but it suddenly seemed much less attractive. It would certainly be a status symbol, he lamented, perhaps finally being worthy of attention from a clan. For all the good it would do him. He could enjoy it for last few weeks of a life cut short by a vengeful gang of Putkowskis, led by the single most ruthless Hunter on the continent.

But he kept the turmoil within. “Why do boys usually come home with girls after a long Friday night?” He growled, looking her up and down, licking his lip.

He watched her cheeks flush with heat. As she fumbled for something to say, his mind went back to work. Leaving her free didn’t seem like much of an alternative. She was crafty, probably? Certainly had been clever enough to get him this far. Even if she wasn’t working with her mother, even if Tessa really did have the best of intentions (still unclear, he had to remind himself) the old witch might well be able to force it out of her.

“So I’m supposed to believe it’s that simple? You, a vampire, happened to choose me, daughter of—” She’d been speaking boldly, but seemed to stumble over those words. “—to choose me, for no other reason than you needed your dick wet?”

Not exactly, he wanted to protest. But he couldn’t say much of anything without admitting everything. Briefly, he wondered if he should. The letter from last night, the scorning elders, idle bloodlust that led to a careless hunt, a beautiful mortal girl and her cursed mug, that strangely warm feeling in his chest as they danced...

Probably not.

Instead, he shrugged and leaned in closer. “Like you said, you’re not with her. So as far as I can see, it’s just two beautiful people turning a fun night out—” he smiled again, letting his fangs graze on her nose as he kissed it gently, “into a fun night in.”

“M-hmm.” She shivered at his kiss, but quickly composed herself, pursing her lips. “And one of them is dead by the morning.”

“Well—” he said, his composure finally slipping under that enchanting icy stare. “Traditionally, yes.” It was rather more blunt than his usual, but she was a hunter’s daughter. There probably wasn’t any point in smoothing that one over.

“Charming.”

He bent his knees and head in a mock curtsy. “Guilty as charged.”

For once, his flirting failed to impress her. Crossing her arms, she nodded at the door. “I think you should leave.”

He cocked his head and let out a weak laugh. Surely she wasn’t so naïve as to think that she could force him out? “Now, Tessa—”

Her jaw set, and it was her turn to enunciate her words. “I. Think. You. Should. Leave.”

“You can’t be serious.” His eyes darted around, scrutinizing every feature of her face. She certainly seemed serious, but she wasn’t angry, she was— Glancing around her apartment, he finally fit the puzzle pieces together.

She had no plan.

This wasn’t a trap. She was just a scared girl with a famous mommy, who got a little reckless one night out. The only difference between her and anyone else in the club, was that killing her carried marginally more risk of retaliation. Not for the first time that night, he cursed his luck. Normally he was better at sifting out bad targets. But normally he wasn’t worried about seducing the children of internationally renowned hunters.

He slowly pulled back, uncaging her from her paneled wall. “Okay, okay,” he said, lifting his hands above his shoulders and trying his best to look non-threatening. “Okay, Tessa, I wouldn’t do this for everyone; I’ll do it for you. I’ll leave. But,” he paused, lowering his hands slowly back to his sides. “you have to come with me.”

She snorted incredulously. “Absolutely not.”

“Tessa, darling, I’m not asking.” She had been starting to relax, but her breath hitched at his words, and fear flooded back to her eyes. “Here is your choice. I can kill you on the spot, or you can come back to my place for a few days and we can figure things out.”

“You’re bluffing.” she said, her voice wavering.

“Now, I know these aren’t the options that you want to choose between. Believe me, they wouldn’t be my first pic—”

“You can’t hurt me; that’s a death wish. My mother would take revenge.”

“I told you, I didn’t come here tonight to talk about your mother,” he said sharply. “Besides, don’t you think I have a family too?”

He flashed a confident smile, a blatant lie. None of the regional clans would take him in. Lacks ambition, they said. A century and a half, and what has he to show for it? If she had been close with her mother, or even her uncles, if she had been keeping up with the Hunters’ chatter, she might have known that. But he could see immediately, the color draining from her face, that she did not have the faintest idea who he was.

“She’s dangerous. She would destroy all of you.”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to lecture me about Hunter Caroline.” Then, calmly, slowly, he extended his hand. “My offer stands.”

Hunters would always tell grand underdog stories about the supernatural abilities of their prey, but the only true advantage of immortality is patience. He counted the seconds as they ticked by into minutes, the room completely still. Perhaps she was mentally checking off her options, perhaps she was simply stunned. But finally, slowly, she reached out toward his hand. At the last second she hesitated, shaking her head as if casting out some delirium.

“You have to tell me your name.”