Creature of the night.
Pairing : Meg2.0 x Vamp!Reader Word count : 2,313 Warning : touch of smut. Feeding, Drugging, touch of violence. Does this count as blood play? A/N : Got this idea a while back listening to Creature Of The Night by The Creepshow.
I died once. Long ago. I became a legend of sorts. A myth, if you will. You see, they tell the tale of a blood thirsty creature who roams in the night. Lurking cemeteries. That’d be me. I became a horror story people tell their kids so they don’t break curfew. Or, if you say my name three times at my grave, I’ll come and grant you eternal life with a bite. They get bit alright, but not by me. There’s a lot of mosquitoes and bugs around. I mean, it is a cemetery, what do people expect. Open space, lots of plants and flowers, and plenty of rotting flesh.
Anyways. Back to the story at hand.
The stories aren’t totally wrong.. I do roam the cemetery, I do crave blood, and I do lurk in a possibly stalkerish manner. But I mostly just lurk one person. Her. I loved her. She was mine, once upon a time. It felt like a couple of lifetimes ago, not the 12 years it’s really been. I doubt she remembers me. But I remember her. Every little detail, even the things you can’t see. I watch her, unseen from the shadows. She’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Even now. I can see her, sitting down for dinner, wearing sweats and.. “Hey, that’s my shirt.” I chuckle. “Maybe she does remember me..”
When she comes out to put out the garbage, I’m in the shadows again, watching quietly. As she dusts off her hands, she looks around. I realize I slipped up this time when her eyes meet mine, and I see fear. She runs into the house, and I disappear. “Fuck.” I groan, sliding to the ground in some alley behind a bar. I’m hoping that maybe she thinks she’s just seeing things. I mean, I’m dead, right?
When I return, a few weeks later, she’s gone. Her stuff is all there, the neighbors are saying she just changed one day, acted a bit weird, then simply seemed to vanish. Not into thin air, but suddenly no one saw her, and she just wasn’t home.
I’ll find her. I have all eternity. Maybe I’ll finally make the other part of my legend true. Maybe I’ll finally give someone eternal life. Though it’s not a bite. I learned that first hand, obviously.
When I find her again, she’s sitting by a swamp. I wearily step closer, opening my mouth to speak, but her voice hits first, music to my ears. “How long?”
I sighed. “Since after the funeral.”
“If I dig up your grave, what will I find?” She still hasn’t looked at me.
“Nothing.. It’s empty.” I swallowed. “Why did you leave home?”
“She has so many memories of you.” My brow furrows, confused. “I like them.”
“Who does?”
“My meat suit.” She finally turns to look at me. “So many emotions when I look at you. Fear, anger, love, lust.. You make my meat suit all dewy.” She chuckles.
“Meat suit?”
“I go by Meg. It’s the name of my last meat suit, and it stuck. I like it. I like it better than this one’s name.” She shrugs.
I watch her for a bit, taking in everything she’s said so far. “You’re a demon…” I breath out.
“Ding ding ding, tell her what she’s won, Bob.” She grins as I glance down at the ground.
I feel my mutated heart aching for her. Aching to hold her, love her again. But I know it’s not really her. And yet, I don’t mind this version of her either. I just need her in my arms again. I need her skin against mine. Those soft lips, that beautifully alluring voice only she has. I need them in my life again. “Please..”
“You still love her.” I look up, my eyes meeting the eyes I loved for years. I nod. “She still loves you.”
My eyes close, a tear running down my cheek. I waited 12 years to hear those words. “Let her go. Please. Let me have her back if she’ll have me.”
I hear her stand, and I hear her steps, but I’m still surprised at how close her voice is when she speaks. “I’ll have you.” I open my eyes, and look into hers. “You look like fun, my little bloodthirsty Unicorn.” She cups my cheek, and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips on mine, they feel like home. I nod, unable to speak. That’s how much I had missed it. “Good. Let’s go have a little fun.” Her arm goes around me, and mine around her as we start walking. I don’t know where to, and I don’t care enough to ask. I’d go anywhere with her.
Sitting by the bar in a tiny dress, I bite my lip as he buys me a drink. I turn away, and he thinks I don’t see what he slips in the drink. What a piece of shit. I roll my eyes before turning back to him, fake smile plastered all over my face as I take the drink and ignore the hand moving up my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her jaw clench, but it’s part of the game. She hates it, but it’s what she needs me to do.
I drink the too strong drink he ordered and drugged, and for an instant, my head spins. But only for an instant. It doesn’t stop me from playing it up, acting how I have to act. He takes it, hook line and sinker as he helps me slip down from the stool, his hand on my ass as he escorts me to the door, high-fiving a friend on the way past.
Just for the fun of it, I glance at his friend, and wink. When he smiles at me, I flash my fangs, and I see the terror take over his face. He calls out, trying to warn him, but it falls on deaf ears. When he’s got ass this good, and he’s positive it’s a sure thing, he doesn’t give a fuck.
In his place now, he has my back against the wall, my panties around my knees as he works my clit. I’m panting, biting my lip. He might be an asshole, but he’s good. And then the doorbell rings. Confused, he answers it. “Who the fuck are you?”
“That’s my girlfriend, Meg.” I lick my lips as she smirks, then turn to him. “I got so caught up in you, I forgot to tell you about her. I’m sorry.” Meg licks her pump, full lips and he’s done for.
“Come on in, sweet thing.” He smirks at her.
He’s tied down, bleeding and bruised. He whimpers around the gag in his mouth, my forehead on his. I’m not sure if it’s pleasure, or pain, or both. I’m on my hands and knees over him, Meg behind me eating me out. As I cum, I cry out right before biting into him again, drinking down the warm liquid. “Mmm.. So good.” I groan as I move off him.
Meg moves up over him now, her eyes flicking black. “You tried to take advantage of what’s mine, asshole.” She growled. “We could have did this the fun way for you. Now, we do this the fun way for us.” She licks up his face. “I kinda want to fuck him while you eat me.. Maybe we should have did that before I let you eat.” She glanced at me. “He’s so soft now.” She pouted as she played with his flaccid cock.
“Next time, Baby. There’s always tomorrow night.” I lean in and kiss her.
We leave him there, bleeding out as we get dressed and start to leave. She hangs back as I step outside. “Next time, asshole..” She glances back at him. “If something seems too good to be true, it is. What am I saying, there won’t be a next time.” And with a twist of her wrist, she snaps his neck.
As we hit the street, the cool night air blowing our hair into our faces, she tucks my hair behind my ear before licking blood off my face. I blush, and giggle softly, something that always makes her smile.
Waking up, I find myself alone, again. It happens from time to time. She rushes off somewhere, sometimes summoned, which she can’t help, but she always comes back. Never staying away for more than a few days. I asked her about it once, and I got vague answers. Something about helping a friend named Clarence. It was safer if he didn’t know about me, and I didn’t know about him. There was a number tucked away in case of emergencies though. None ever came up, so I always left it alone.
She returned while I was in the shower. She quietly slipped in, her hands going over my waist, then down my stomach. “You look so good soaking wet.” She purred in my ear, one of her hands going between my thighs.
“Good to have you home, Meg.” I smiled, turning my head to meet her waiting lips. I moaned as she slipped a finger past my folds. Her returns always went like this. Though not always in the shower. She held me tight, my hips glued to hers, my ass grinding against her as I tried to roll my hips against her hand. “Fuck..”
Finally, she let up enough for me to turn, and pushed me against the tile wall. I bit my lower lip, my hand going between her thighs, fingers finding her clit. “I love coming back to you. You know how to welcome a girl with open legs.” She grinned.
We both stood in the shower, panting together, pleasuring each other, my fingers matching hers as they moved. “Meg..” I breathed out, my knees going weak as she grinned and slipped two fingers inside and hooked them.
“Cum for me, my little unicorn.” She mouthed at my neck. “I love how you look when you cum for me.”
My head was back against the tile, bottom lip between my teeth. I couldn’t stop the sounds I made, nor did I want to. My free hand gripped her hip, holding her tight against me and I started to tense and shake. She encouraged me, moaning out praise, building me up until I came crashing back down with a cry of her name. She sucked a mark onto my neck, just below my jaw as I shook against her.
“Good girl.” She smiled before her lips met mine again. When our lips parted, she sucked one of her fingers clean before offering me the other, and I gladly took it in my mouth. My tongue swirling around her digit had her moaning. “I love that tongue.”
“Good. Because it’s your turn.” I smiled, getting her to switch places with me so her back was to the wall, then I got on my knees in front of her. She got comfortable, her full lips parted as my tongue came out and licked her slit. I looked up at her with the next lick, saw her close her eyes with a moan.
I parted her lips with one hand, the other gripped her ass tight and I dove in like a starved mad man. I never could get enough of her taste. Her head went back against the tiles with a tug of my hair and a whisper of “Fuck, I love you.”
I woke up during the night to a smell. A smell that didn’t belong. I turned my head, glancing at Meg, her arm across my stomach, her face next to mine, and her hair a tangle surrounding us both. I gently kissed her lips, before slipping out of bed. The smell was wrong. It was danger.
I crept out into the hall as I pulled an oversized t-shirt over my head. I moved silently, like the hunter I was. Whoever was in my house, wasn’t as quiet as they thought. And not as quiet as me. I could smell him before I could see him. But one scent overpowered the others, so I was surprised to find more that one person. “Hunters.” I growled, teeth showing.
“Pay up, Sammy. I told you it was a vamp.”
“Shut up, Dean, there was also signs of a demon.”
“I’m not letting you near her.” I stood protectively between them, and my bedroom.
“Oh shit, are you playing fucking house with a demon in here?” He stepped closer.
I snarled at him, fangs out and ready to rip him apart if he went for her. “You aren’t fucking touching her. I’ll die before I let yo-”
I was slammed against the wall, air knocked out of me and his machete at my throat. “Then you’ll die like the blood sucker you are.” He spat in disgust.
“Dean…”
“What?”
“Hi, Clarence.” They all turned, Meg stood in the hall just a foot away from me. I looked to her, wondering, confused. Clarence was a hunter?
A man with a trench coat stepped forward. “Meg. What are you doing here?”
“Let her go, Dean.” She told the hunter, her eyes still on the man in the trench coat.
“Like fuck I will. She-”
“She drinks from animals, mostly. 13 years as a vamp, and she’s never drained anyone. Just a sip here and there from assholes no one would miss. The kinda guys who drug women in bars. Does everyone a fucking service scaring them. ” She shoots him a glare. “Let her go.”
The hunter glared at you, and you retracted your fangs. “Who is she?” Asked the man in the trench coat.
“Does it matter, Cas?” The hunter, Dean, asked.
“You aren’t my only Unicorn, Clarence.” She told Cas.
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