#reader x vampire

“I’ll let you know how my day goes. Talk to you later. Sleep well.” Her voice went soft, whispery. With your headphones, it was like she was whispering directly into your ear.

“You too, goodnight.” You sat in front of your computer a while longer, checking emails and stalling going to bed. You still had goosebumps from L-Cat’s voice and you wanted to savor them.

You saw the reminder for your check-up the next day and sighed. “Dr. Behr and his aggravatingly beautiful face,” you grumbled. Not that you complained, he was a great doctor and the vampire clinic had been the best place you’d gone to since…okay well ever. Your roommate recommended it to you, her boyfriend worked there. You could actually hear the two talking at that moment.

Huffing, you finally got the nerve to go to bed. But your phone chimed. A discord message from L-Cat herself. You giddyily opened the app, bouncing over to bed.

“I’m a bit nervous about this new job. I’m not a big fan of change.”

“Well, is this job better than your old one?” You typed out as you got into bed.

“Much better,” she replied quickly. “Better pay, better hours, a few friends from school work there. It literally has everything I’m looking for in my career.”

“But?” I could sense it in the air.

“I just moved here. I’m getting used to my new place, new surroundings, new everything. Now I have to go somewhere new, see new patients, get used to everything again. I feel overwhelmed.”

There were times in your life you never felt like an adult. More like a child dressed in an adult’s suit expected to do adult things, talk like an adult, know how to pay taxes like an adult. You had thought, surely, someone like L-Cat who was a big shot doctor, would be the best at adulting, the best at adapting. That’s how she seemed when you played video games.

“Once I get settled it’ll be fine, but for now I am so out of my comfort zone it’s crazy!” Her message popped up. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?” You replied. 

She was typing. The little dots popped up then down. Up. Then down. “That’s very sweet. I feel better talking about it to someone. I feel silly saying that.”

“Why?”

“I have friends here and they’ve been a big help. But I feel like a phony around them. Like I’m playing pretend while they all have their act together.”

“I feel like that all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, of course! I don’t even have the benefit of saying I’m a doctor when I get that feeling. You can look at your diplomas and remind yourself you’ve done something.”

She sent laughing emojis and hearts. “Hey, don’t knock yourself either. You went to school too.”

You sighed, if only that were true. “Yeah, a degree I can’t get a job in. Instead I work at a plant nursery.”

“Plants are important!” She sent with a trail of cute plant emojis.

“Not as important as you.” You meant to type out ‘your job’ but you hit send too early. You panicked, worried she would read into that wrong. What if she thought you were weird or coming on too strong.

“You always know what to say.” A trail of red hearts followed. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I know we’re just gamer buddies, but I feel like I can talk to you about anything.”

Your heart throbbed. You just just imagine her laying in bed beside you, her head resting on your pillow as she murmured these words. You wanted to hold her, touch her. God, you wanted to kiss her.

“I’m glad. Me too.” What could you possibly say to not sound even more crazy. The conversation went on further, more about work, life, then into gaming again as you talked about things you both wanted to play in the near future.

Then, before you knew it, your alarm was going off.

You had to dress quickly, slapping on your clothes, your binder, just in time to run out the door and grab a small breakfast on your way. Luckily, work wasn’t busy that day, just a lot of potting, repotting, etc.

You left early to make your doctor’s appointment, taking your bike and heading towards the vampire clinic. The small alleyway it nestled in had changed a lot since you started going. There were more businesses, more life. It had been barren a few years ago, but now, it was bustling with life. Or well, the life of undead businesses. There was a book store, bakery, vintage shop, even a retro gaming store was promising to open soon. 

“Good afternoon!” The lady behind the desk said with her sing-song tone as you came in. “How can I help you?”

“I have an appointment with Dr. Behr.” You were shuffling through your bag, trying to find your wallet to get out your ID.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at you like she had horrible news. For a second, you were afraid something happened to Dr. Behr.

“Oh!” her voice had a cute squeak. “I’m afraid Dr. Behr isn’t in today. Will his replacement be alright?” She gasped, red eyes wide with concern.

I gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s just a check up so that’s fine.” I was a bit unnerved. I wish I had gotten a notification or something about this.

“I’m so sorry, he just left on an emergency call,” she replied.

Could she read your mind? You gave her a small smile. “I get it.”

The lady smiled brightly and started typing rapidly. “Dr. Cattwick will be seeing you today, she’s absolutely wonderful!”

You went and sat down in the lobby, taking out your phone to distract you while you waited. After a while, a nurse came out and fetched you, taking you back into a room where she took your vitals, asked a few questions, then left you to wait again.

You were used to Dr. Behr’s office, which was rich in warm, dark woods, the big soft sofa, and his wonderful drink fridge. This was a new office, obviously in the stages of being moved into. There was a small, pink loveseat, some paintings of beautiful women lounging on pink love seats.

There was the expected knock on the door. 

“Come in.” You responded, turning to tuck your phone into your pocket.

“Hello, hello,” a husky voice tingled in your ears. “Sorry about the switch up today! Dr. Behr warned me about his emergency calls,” Dr. Cattwick’s laugh was eerily familiar.

Looking up, you saw the vampire before you was very tall. You were used to the vampires in the clinic having platinum white hair, but Dr. Cattwick had her’s dyed deep black. Or was it purple? It seemed to shift in the light. She had it up in a bun with a fancy clip that looked like a spider wrapped around it. Her long legs were thick, especially around the thighs. You couldn’t tell from her scrubs but she seemed to be muscular. 

She had to bend over a bit to look at her computer. “Let’s see. Usual check up? And they, them, is correct?” Her voice. It couldn’t be!

Your voice cracked. “Yes. I am they.”

She laughed, and it was unmistakable. She turned towards you with a smile on her soft pink lips. “I am Dr. Lana Cattwick, and you can call me she or they. Both are good.” She sat down on a pink, rolling chair. Her nails were painted pink with little black cat heads where the cuticle would be.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” she replied. “I just started working here today. I’ve been so nervous!” She sighed, talking to her tablet. “So, a check up!”

“Yeah.” Your heart was pounding so fast! L-Cat! It had to be. That voice. The pink. Everything L-Cat had in the game was pink.

Dr. Cattwick looked at you and her brow pinched together. “You're so flushed! Is everything alright?”

You swallowed. “Yes I just…you sound familiar.”

Her fingers fluttered to her throat. “Do I? I rarely get that.”

“Do you go by L-Cat?”

Her jaw dropped and you could see the line where her mouth opened further from the corners. “Y-yes! I uh-”

“We talked for a while last night.” Your heart was excitedly rumbling away. It was her! In the flesh! 

She sagged in her seat, touching her fingers to her lips. “There's no way-” she whispered, slightly shaking her head. “You’re kidding me!” She suddenly jumped up, rushing to hug me. She was so tall, she nearly picked me up off the ground. Her arms were strong! She did have the thick muscles you thought she did.

“This is wild!” She let me go, eyes wide, smile bright. Her face was soft and round, super feminine and pretty. “I’m kind of in shock.” Her husky laugh in person was even better than you had imagined.

“Me too!” It seemed you both were at a loss for words.

“I uhm…well. I suppose I should start your check up,” she said, shyly tucking a hair behind her ear. Her long, elegant fingers seemed to twitch with nerves.

“Yeah, of course.” You sat back, almost shaking yourself. It was her!

“Geez,” Lana scoffed. “I was nervous before, now I’m shaking and everything. Look!” She held out her hand, showing me the light warble of it. “Isn’t that silly?” She stuck out her tongue, making a face. “Give me a second and I’ll calm down.”

“It’s okay! I’m doing the same thing. It’s like a dream finally meeting you.”

“Too bad it’s in a doctor’s office right?” Lana teased. “Let’s hope I don’t have to give you an anal exam-oh my god.” She scoffed, putting her palm to her forehead. “I’m so sorry. Like I said, I’m nervous.”

“Well, don’t go speaking out my ass then.” You tried to jab back, but realized, you too, probably made a gaff.

But Lana laughed, loud and cupping her hand over her mouth. “Okay. I think we can reset now.” She paused, took a deep breath, then sat down by the computer. “Sorry about the layout, I’m getting set up bit by bit today.”

“No worries.” You fidgeted with the frayed tears of your jeans. 

“Okay so let’s see,” she clicked her tongue as she looked over your chart. “Just a few regular questions, then we’ll get to the meat of it.”

Your mind was still buzzing with excitement. Lana was that dream girl for you, even if all you had ever heard was her voice. Seeing her right before you, she truly was a dream come true. Beautiful, elegant, strong, what a woman!

“Where would you like me to bite?” Lana then asked.

“Oh uhm, whenever is easiest for you.” You offered. Forgetting you needed to get labs done this visit.

“Okay let’s see.” Lana stood and came to sit beside you. She took your arm, studying for a moment as her red eyes focused on your skin, your veins. She took a delicate hold of your wrist, biting down gently. A small red pearl appeared at the corner of her mouth, which vanished between her lips. It was exhilarating.

Lana lapped your wrist, sealing the bite marks. She licked her lips,her nostrils flared and she smacked her lips a few times. “Everything seems alright, but I would still like some labs done for the sake of records,” she chuckled. 

“Of course.” You were probably more flushed than before.

“I do love a good O negative,” she murmured giggly. “Alright, so-” she went into a few more questions, asking you about your medications, any goals for your health, etc. After that, she took you back to draw blood. It was a cozy room with ambient lighting, stuffed toys here and there.

“Any big plans after your first day?” You asked as she wrapped the funny tape around your arm.

“No, not really. I’m still getting settled, so I was probably going to throw on some bad TV while I finished trying to put together some furniture, then hop on my PC and game a bit.” Her eyes flicked to me then back to my arm. “This will pinch.” She jiggled her fingers as she stuck you, and you didn’t feel a thing.

“I’m pretty good with my hands,” you chuckled. “I could help you set up.”

Her throat flashed for a second. “I would hate to ask.”

“What are friends for? I would love to help you, get to know L-Cat in the IRL.” you said that an hated it instantly.

Her soft lips curled. “Okay, sure. I’ll even order some food in. Have you been to Red Velvet yet?”

“The bakery? Yeah! I know they just added a deli in, I’ve been meaning to try that.”

Lana took a vial, then another. “Behr keeps bragging about it. Saying the infusion bread is a must.” She gave me a look. “Well, that’s for vamps I mean. But I could order something from there so you’re not starving while helping me figure out those damn shelves.” She grimaced, obviously frustrated by the horrors of moving. She took one last vial and after removing the needle she licked to seal the hole. Exhilarating.

“I’ll message you my address,” she chuckled. “I get off work around six, so maybe come over at seven? If that’s not too late.”

“Not too late at all!” You were tingling with excitement. Not only did you get to meet her in person, but you were going to hang out with her! See her house! Be with her!

“I usually work out after work, but after today I just wanna get home and into a hot bath.” Lana scoffed as she took your vials, labeling them and setting them into trays.

Lana in a bath. Her long legs hanging over the side while bubbles covered her pale, luxurious body. You shook your head, trying to get that thought out.

“I think that’s it for this visit. Dr. Behr should be here next time, promise. Now that he has extra hands around here.” She stood, opening the door for me.

“Yeah, of course,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “I’ll make an appointment for the next one up front.”

“And I will send you my address.” Lana smiled as she took out her phone. “Aside from friends from school, I don’t really have any friends around here. It’s nice knowing I’ll have someone around.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. Me too! I mean, I’m glad this all magically aligned. It’ll be fun to play with you in person sometimes.”

There was a look in her eyes, like she misunderstood, corrected herself, but went along with the misunderstanding. “That would be awesome! I just got an old N64 the other day, and it’d be so fun to play Mario Party!”

It was so amazing to see this beautiful, powerful woman giddy about this nearly thirty year old game. You beamed, happy to bask in her brilliance. “That sounds so fun! Also, do you know Heskel?”

“Yes! He’s who recommended me the job!” She gasped.

“He’s dating my roommate! We’re all pretty good friends so we can have a good group play one day.”

She giggled. “Heskel isn’t much of a gamer, but I’d bet he’d try. He’s been trying to get me to come join his book club, but I have a hard time-”

“Dr. Cattwick!” Someone cried out. “I need you!”

She pouted, wanting to keep talking to you. “Coming Elvera,” Lana called then smiled at me. “See you tonight!” She raised her hand, waving her fingers at me, like the call sign in our favorite game.

You returned the sign, heading to the front desk then stepping outside, rushing with excitement and joy. Your crush further cemented, and your feelings all the stronger after meeting her.

Lana’s place wasn’t too far from your work, and she often got off work at the clinic early. So your routine had become stropping by her place after work to help her finish getting set up, while also indulging in playing games one on one.

You were also trying to make your mark, impress her a bit with your handy skills. You had brought her a few houseplants you had grown yourself, all in the hopes of winning over her affections. You knew she was probably focused on the move, her new job, etc. So you weren’t going to make a move just yet.

As you were setting your bag aside Lana was opening up a package. “Look what came in today!” She ripped the cardboard with her sharp fingernails then pulled out a wrapped parcel from inside. “I’ve been so excited to get this!” She sliced the bubblewrap and held up a game cartirdge that was pink.

“What is it?” You smiled, happy to see her so excited.

“My custom Mario Kart game! Look, look.” She rushed over to you, showing you the cartridge was Princess Peach themed. “I found this girl online who does this with a 3D printer. I also just ordered from her a custom Peach shelf for these items.”

“Peach fangirls are their own breed!” You teased her. 

Lana turned, sticking her tongue out at you. “Oh hush. At least I’m not a Yoshi lover like you.”

You winced, grimacing. “Don’t call me that! It sounds so weird!” Her gaming setup was so cool. She had so many retro game stations at the ready, her massive TV made the gaming experience so immersive. Then her little pink PC nook was decked out with different headsets, a row of pink keyboards displayed on the wall, and a few special Princess Peach figures.

“Get settled, we’re going to test this bad boy out!” Lana replied, pulling out the shelf for her Nintendo 64.

“Yeah, yeah.” You took a seat on the couch. A cramp ran through your body and you tried to hide it. Your period was getting kick started and it sucked! It always sucked. Putting on your binder that day was a pain in the butt the way your breasts were so tender.

“Hmm what's that smell?” Lana murmured. “Is that you? You smell really good. Did you get that new cologne you were talking about?” Her red eyes appeared darker, wider, like her pupil was dilated to their max.

“Oh uh…no. I usually don’t wear cologne to work.” You had layered on extra deodorant because you sweated horribly during your period. “Really? I smell good?”

Lana’s eyes suddenly flicked away. “Yeah, it’s nice. Oh! I went ahead and ordered food for you,” Lana said as Mario Kart loaded. She sat down, tucking her long legs under herself. 

“Aww, you didn’t have to do that! I didn’t even do anything today. I just stopped by unannounced.” You glanced at her, catching her looking at you. Your mouth went a little dry.

“I figured this was part of our routine,” Lana replied with a slight giggle. “Besides, is it so wrong if I pamper you a little bit.”

That made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, not in a bad way. More like an electric current of excitement kind of way.

Lana then stretched out her long legs, laying them in your lap as the mario kart menu music started. It was blaring loud, encompassing, the bass line was throbbing in your head, the metallic percussion jamming every thought you could have as her long, shapely legs rested in your lap.

“So obviously I’m Peach,” Lana said quite smugly.

Her toes were painted, a pearly pink sort of jelly color. You looked away, hurriedly making your selection for Mario Kart. “Wh-what did you order me for food?” The words slipped out as clumsy as you said them.

“You said you had been wanting to try that new Korean place so I got you a couple of things from there. You can take home whatever you don’t eat.” Her eyes still had that wide glassy look to them. Occasionally her jaw would slack, opening that line from the edge of her lips to her ears, like she was breathing deeper.

You chuckled shyly. “You don’t have to go all out for me.”

“Why not?” Lana flashed you a bright, pretty smile, then the game began.

There was a shudder in the air as the race went on. The usual edge of a competitive game, but her legs moved in your lap occasionally, reminding you of her presence and closeness. It would knock off your concentration, and because of that, Lana won.

“Ha ha! See? Peach is a princess for a reason!” Lana leaned over and kissed you in response. Everything exploded! You had been waiting for this but it took you by surprise!

There was a knock on the door. “Oh damn! That’s your food.” She grumbled in disappointment. She got up like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t just kissed you. 

Kissed you!

You cupped your hand around your mouth, trying to catch you breath and savor the moment. A slickness was on your lips, her peachy lip balm. You licked at it to get a better taste. Of course she was peach flavored.

“Thank you so much,” Lana was bidding the delivery guy goodbye when you shot up from the couch.

“Hey! So! Like…” You were trying so hard to get the words out to question her about the kiss. “Like, we kissing for victory laps now?” Your words came out in a slurry like you had just been hanging out with your cousin and his goomba friends.

Lana looked at you with this innocent, sweet expression while holding the takeout bag. She fidgeted, pressing her lips together. “Well, I’ve been waiting on you to kiss me, but I was getting impatient, so I went for it. Is that okay?”

Lana set the take out bag aside and approached you, placing her cool hand gently upon your cheek and smoothing back your hair. “What else do I have to do huh? Tell you I want you?” She breathed these words, turning the air to honey. Her long fingers tickled along the side of your neck and into the nape of your hair.

“Do I really need to be direct?” A slight smirk perked the corners of her lips. 

“Apparently,” you wheezed.

Lana chuckled, dipping to plant a firm, deliberate kiss on your lips. You swooned, leaning into her, grabbing her waist to support yourself.

“You smell divine,” her voice came out as a slight whimper. “I want to bury myself in it.” Her tongue traced the outline of your ear.

“L-Lana,” you gulped down a breath. 

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Am I coming on too strong?” She placed her hands on your shoulders. “I’m not trying to be scary. I promise!”

“Not scary,” you blurted out. “I…I really like you too. I have, even when you were just a voice. I loved-love your voice Lana. It sends shivers through me.”

“I know.” She smiled while opening the take out back. “Come sit and eat. I know you’ve got to be starving.”

That wasn’t the direction you were hoping the conversation would take. “Well uh-” Your stomach grumbled a little and you sighed. “Yeah, but we’re still going to talk about this.”

“Of course we are. I just know you work better on a full stomach.” She winked, taking out a few boxes while you sat at the kitchen island. “I figured you were coming over so much to show off. But when you never made a move I was a bit confused,” she confessed.

You were, you thought to yourself. “I didn’t want to pile too many things on you at once. Moving. Starting a new job. Getting used to a place. I wanted to make sure all that sort of settled before I tried to ask you out or anything.”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” She watched as you started eating the tteokbokki, tilting her head to the side. “The real question though, is can you handle a big girl?”

You almost choked on a bite. “What?” You quickly reached for a napkin to cover your mouth so she wouldn’t have to see your chewed food.

She broke out laughing and snickering. “I thought that would get you!”

“Not while I’m eating!” You coughed and reached for your water bottle to gulp it down. Your heart was pounding. Hell yeah you could handle her! You had been wanting to handle her all this time! You’d show her a thing or two.

“Well, hurry up and eat. I’m hungry too and I want to eat,” she purred.

You had luckily not put any food in your mouth. “Stop!” You huffed at her. “You’re going to kill me.”

Her tongue swept along the rim of her lips. “I’m not joking.”

You swallowed, even though there wasn’t any food in your mouth. “You are going to kill me.”

Lana just giggled, watching you with the same kind of intense stare as a cat ready to pounce. 

“I’m on my period,” you quickly blurt out. You didn’t know what else to say and it was at the forefront of your mind. Not that you wanted to stop where this was going, far from. But it was something.

Her eyes went wide, going pitch black. “That explains it then,” she said in a hushed, awed tone. She took hold of your hand, kissing your palm, then your wrist. A shiver went through your skin, into your veins, as if your blood knew what she was, that she wanted you on that deep a level.

She was slick with it too, taking your hand, leading you away from the kitchen and towards her bedroom. Her bed was soft, duvet silken and smooth. It smelled like her perfume, which you kept meaning to ask her about. Why were you thinking about that? She was kissing your belly, she was undoing your pants. But the perfume smelled so good, you usually liked a more masculine fragrance but-

Wait! Wait! It was happening! Stop thinking about perfume!

Lana was looking over top of you, pitch black eyes looking at you with a deep longing. She gently tucked her hair back and smiled shyly. “I want a taste.”

You swallowed. “Only fair. You bought me dinner.” Your jaw then hung open slack. “I mean…no. That was-”

Lana leaned down and kissed you, leaning her weight on top of you. She sighed into your earth, cool breath radiating down your skin. She kissed again, meeting your lips, which you were eager to give. This was it! It was wonderful, it was consuming. You had wanted this with Lana for so long.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’m doing this.” She knelt down at the foot of the bed, pulling at your pants until they were off. A cool breeze, a soft hand. You held your breath as Lana’s hand slid up your thigh.

“Sorry if my hands are cold,” Lana said with a nervous laugh.

“No, it’s okay!” You said back. You propped up on your elbows, watching her head move deeper between your thighs. Her soft fingers kneaded at your inner thigh, opening you up more until she was at your mound. You breathed again, light headed and dizzy.

“I thought you smelled too good,” she whispered. “Now I know why.” A tongue, a long, wet tongue. It pressed against you, lapping from your thigh and back to your mound.

“I haven’t showered I’m sorry-” your voice cracked.

“That’s okay. I like it.” Her tongue pressed against, finding where you would give way and then…

You gasped, gripping onto her sheets while her tongue inched deeper, growing longer as she mouth began to open wider, splitting towards her ears as she breathed in deeply, excitedly. Your jaw hung open too, but no sound came out.

A soft squeal escaped Lana’s throat. “So good,” her husky voice was low and tingled on your thighs. Her mouth opened wider, moving closer to you, breathing, heaving.

Shuddered breaths left your mouth as you remembered you hadn’t in a while. She was pressed close against you, moaning, devouring. Her hands sank into your thighs while her tongue lapped around your clit.

“Fuck-” you had to laugh. “Lana, that’s amazing!” You reached down, petting her hair away from her face to see her full, black eyes gazing up at you.

She licked red from her lips, smirking. “You taste like heaven.” Her fingers then slid inside you, gently rocking while her eyes watched you. She could see everything, the faint twitch of your upper lip, the fine sweat that gathered on your brow. She could even see the faint half breaths you were taking.

But her fingers were so trained, so direct with where she pleasured you. Lana pursed her lips, taking her fingers out to make you watch her lick them clean. Her eyes flicked to you, smirking. “I’m enjoying myself, is that okay?”

You nodded, silent.

“Wonderful.” Lana was back down between you thighs, toying with both tongue and fingers against you. You were scrunched up, moaning, tight. Her fingers moved precisely, their tongue grew warmer.

You caught your breath, no, you wailed. Your shoulders arched first, then you fell into the bed, knees shaking.

Lana demurely patted the corners of her mouth with her index fingers. She kissed you, holding your face between her palms.

“You taste like nothing else,” she purred into your ear. 

“Wow-” you breathed. “Lana, that was-”

She gave you a smug smile. “I know.” She kissed you again and again, moaning softly as you began to touch her.

Her shorts were soft and stretchy, easy to move aside as you slid your hand under the fabric. Your fingers traced along her hip, in between her thick thighs. Then, you moved in, finding no underwear. Just here. Her vulva was plump and easing your fingers inside, she was very wet.

“Ah-” she breathed into your ear. “My turn?” She adjusted herself in your lap, her breasts nearly burying your face.

You rubbed her, finding where your fingers sunk in. her clit was quite big, throbbing as you touched it. “It’s warm.”

“I just ate,” she bit your neck, not breaking the skin, more like she was promising it. She nibbled on your ear, whimpering as your fingers touched her, pressing in to find the right spot.

“Here, darling.” Lana stood from the bed, happily taking off any and all clothes she had on. She then bent over her vanity stool, presenting her rear towards you. “I like being played with.” She wiggled her beautiful, firm, pale cheeks and giggled again.

“Oh. I see.” You came up behind her, removing what remained of your clothes as quickly as you possibly could. You came up behind her, touching that toned ass of hers and testing yourself. A touch, a stroke, a squeeze.

“Mm,” that deep, husky voice moaned.

Another squeeze. Your hand moved back. A pop.

“Anh!”

Another pop.

“Mmm!”

You licked your lips, catching your breath as you smoothed your hand where to struck her. You introduced your other hand, pressing it between her thighs until your fingers could easily slip inside her.

Easy. Too easy. You bit your bottom lip, moving your fingers just so to give her a taste. Slow, sensual circles, your study zone. Your way to see where the buttons were. You listened like a hawk, waiting for that deep voice to give a hint. A little deeper then, a firmer touch.

“Yes-” the whimper escaped sweetly and she opened her thighs further.

“Good girl,” You whispered. You continued that motion of circling, pressing upwards with your two middle fingers, using the other two to rub her vulva.

“I knew you would be good with your hands,” Lana giggled. “Oh! Right there!”

You spanked her rear and her inner walls tightened excitedly around you. Lana whimpered, holding her voice back. You stiffened your fingers into that one spot, spanking her again.

“Oh!” Lana let out a whine.

You pressed in closer to her, encompassing her. You bit onto her shoulder, driving your fingers into that spot, over and over and-

You were laying back on the bed again. Lana was breathing hard, jaws fully unlatched, eyes glowing red as she stood over you.

There was something sharp in your neck, but the pain faded quickly. Somehow it was numbed, turning into this blissful warmth. A tingle. Release. Your orgasm renewed, exploded, flowing through your veins to Lana’s lips.

Lana brought you an offering of snacks and orange juice once you stopped moaning and twitching on the bed. “I don’t want you leaving on your bike tomorrow and fall off,” she giggled. She still seemed so proud of her work.

You cupped your hand around your neck where she fed. It was a little sore, but you’d had bruises worse than that. “I may be wobbly for a few days. What was that?”

“A vampire’s greatest trick.” She flashed me her hidden fangs before leaning in to kiss you again. “You made me cum so hard I got too hungry. Another quirk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You sucked down the orange juice and bit into the heavy bao dumpling. “This is so good!” You whined, also starving after an otherworldly orgasm. pkl

Lana’s smile turned shy again. “Maybe a proper date tomorrow.”

You looked into her eyes, ready to give her anything she wanted. “What’s a proper date?” You asked, excited.

“One where we both know it’s happening. Maybe dress up.” She bit her lip and pulled her knees up to her chest. “There’s a nice place I found that has an arcade. Unless there’s something else you like.”

“Actually,” you gulped down your big bite. “I wouldn’t mind showing you my favorite restaurant. The food is really good and they have live music, so we could try dancing.” Your cheeks flushed bright red.

Lana’s smile was bright and she nodded. “I would love that.” She crawled over to your side, kissing you and cuddling up. “I didn’t take you for a dancer.”

“I’m not,” you giggled. “But you always told me how much you wanted to go when we did ther dancing mini games on Siren.”

"You've been doing your research."

"Trying to, anyway. Why not just fire me? Why play this stupid game?" You looked down at your hands, picking at a loose string on your long sleeve. It was the only conclusion you could come to. Friday afternoon, just before you clocked out for the day, Ms. Thorn called you into her office and offered you a promotion. A big one. With a huge raise. You'd been working your ass off at this company for years, working your way up from being a coffee-fetching intern to a staple of the analysis team. You'd given your whole post-college life to this career. You wouldn't deny the sting of your realization; your boss mocking you with a fake promotion in a city that doesn't exist was a slap in the face after all your effort.

She blinked, the smile fading for a brief moment before she collected herself. She opened a drawer under her desk and pulled out a folder, which she placed gingerly on the desk between you. She slid it toward you, then gestured for you to take it.

She began to speak as you opened the folder and skimmed the first page. "You have proven invaluable to this company. Your work is outstanding and consistent. When this position opened up, I recommended you on the spot. You'd do great in Azur."

You were only half-listening. You were still convinced this was a sick prank, especially after reading the details of the position. You closed the folder and tossed it back onto the desk, satisfaction creeping in as the papers scattered across the surface.

"This isn't funny. Does HR know about this?"

Her lips stayed curled in a smile, but they tightened at your words. "This is serious, you know."

"That's exactly why I want to speak to someone else about this! I can't- I can't believe this." You moved to stand, pushing yourself out of your seat, but you found yourself frozen. Actually, you found yourself plopping right back down, your mouth hanging open.

Ms. Thorn waved a hand over her desk. You had to rub your eyes. You had to pinch yourself. You had to run screaming.

There was no way you just watched the papers shuffle themselves back into the folder, nice and neat.

"There's no joke," Ms. Thorn said as she tapped her long, icy blue nails on the folder. "This is a serious offer."

You couldn't take your eyes off the folder.

"It… can be a lot for humans to adjust to, but rest assured, we'll make the transition as seamless for you as we can."

You spent the rest of your workday in her office, oscillating between trying to keep up with the information she was giving you and trying to convince yourself you were dreaming. It was about noon when she told you to take the rest of the day off to process and think before making any decisions.

You made your way home in a daze.

But Ms. Thorn hadn't once lied to you, and the company had gone out of their way to help you adjust. They'd helped you get out of your lease, find a new place, and paid for a moving truck. They gave you two weeks off -paid!- to explore the city and settle in.

And you needed it.

The day you moved in, your hands shook as you handed the wolf-like beast a tip for piling your boxes in your new apartment. The day after, you had to stifle a gasp when the delivery person for the takeout you ordered floated up to your door, iridescent wings shimmering.

You'd been told -or maybe warned- that Azur was a city primarily home to all sorts of monsters, beasts, and mythical creatures. Even after seeing Ms. Thorn's little magic trick and learning that she was half-fairy on her mother's side, you were struggling to believe it.

You'd gone through the corporate song and dance of disclosure agreements and confidentiality contracts. You even went through what you could only describe as sensitivity training. All the while, it still felt like a dream.

In a few days, though, you were flinching less at the sight of fangs and fur. After a few weeks, it was beginning to feel just as normal as anything else.

It took a few months to get into the swing of things, but you got there. The promotion came with more responsibilities, as you expected, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. You'd gone from analyzing customer data to managing a team of analysts. Your new boss, Mr. Nuch, was a griffin that told you frequently that you were already proving yourself to have been the right choice for the position.

Despite the circumstances, that filled you with pride.

The only real downside you could find (outside of having to visit a therapist every week until your transition period ended, just to make sure you were handling having your worldview shattered as well as you could) was your neighbor. Living next door was the new bane of your existence: a vampire named Etienne.

His day began just as yours ended, and he had a tendency to play music all through the night when he was home.

Loudly.

One sleepless night, a few months after you moved in and the night before a big presentation, you had your head shoved under a pillow. It wasn't doing enough. You peeked out at the clock on your nightstand. At this rate, you were barely going to get four hours of sleep.

Propelled by exhaustion and frustration, you decided the only option you had was to confront him. You threw off your blanket, tucked your feet into the fuzzy slippers beside your bed, and wrapped a robe around you as you headed out.

It took four separate knocks to get Etienne to come to the door.

You'd only spoken to him in passing, and only in the middle of the day when he looked as though he'd just rolled out of bed.

When the door swung open, you swallowed a gasp. You knew Etienne was handsome, but seeing him cleaned up and put together was a different story. His blonde hair hung around his face in light curls, gold that made the red of his eyes seem deeper. His features were sharp, all harsh, strong angles. Even his lips were impressive: plump and soft-looking under his long, hooked nose. To top it off, he was well-dressed; you thought he wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a magazine.

"Can I help you?" he asked after a few seconds of silent staring.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. "Could you keep it down? Your music is loud and some of us have to work in the morning."

He blinked, his brow furrowing. "You- what? How can you hear it?"

"Because I have ears and it's loud? Come on. Just turn it down."

"No, no. I mean. Yes, of course, but there should be wards up. Noise canceling. You shouldn't be able to hear anything outside of your apartment."

You tilted your head, studying his expression. His confusion seemed sincere.

"I'll turn it off for tonight. If you put in a request with maintenance, they should be able to come out and set them up for you. I'm sorry for the trouble. Had I known sooner, I would have kept it quieter."

Heat crept into your cheeks. You hadn't known about the wards (or lack thereof) and this could have been handled earlier if you'd only plucked up the nerve to talk to Etienne.

Still, for all the progress you'd made in settling into a city like this, there was an unshakable anxiety in the thought of confronting a vampire, even about something so small.

Now, you just felt silly. Though they'd been few, your interactions with him had all been pleasant, albeit tinged with a touch of grumpiness. You hadn't been able to tell if that was just his nature or if being out of bed with the sun still up was uncomfortable.

You decided it must be the latter.

"Thank you," you said, taking a step back toward your own apartment. "I'll talk to maintenance tomorrow."

Etienne smiled, and your eyes jumped to the long, white fangs on display. "Feel free to come by again if you need anything else. And if maintenance doesn't do the trick, I'll talk to one of the witches I know. I'm sorry for the trouble. Have a good night."

"Good night," you said, embarrassment and sleep deprivation making your voice sound small.

Etienne kept his word and turned off the music before you even had your front door locked. You trudged back to your bed, blissful quiet settling in around you.

At last, you were starting to doze off. The only sounds, now, were those of the city, and from your apartment, they were distant. Your mind headed toward sleep, dragging with it the image of golden curls and the sound of a low, smooth voice.

Your eyes snapped open just before you really fell asleep.

The quiet was interrupted by a soft sound. A whine, maybe more of a whimper, followed by a quiet groan. You strained your ears, wondering if something was outside your door, all the fears of werewolves and clawed creatures creeping back up your spine. You started to reach for something -anything- you could use for defense when the realization hit.

Another groan, this time more clearly from next door.

You tried to ignore the fluttering in your stomach at the thought of Etienne —

This time, you groaned. What an ass. Here you were, telling him he's making too much noise, and he gave you half an hour of quiet. You made it a point to yourself to ignore your racing heart. You pulled the pillow back over your head. First thing in the morning, you'd send in a maintenance request.

And maybe reschedule that presentation.

"Hey!"

"Yo." You greeted Embry with a soft smile as the both of you walked up to each other. You raised your truck keys and jingled them in front of you. "Ready?" You grinned while he replied with a smile and nod.

It had been about an hour since Jacob left out, an hour with your thoughts, homework, and the low voices of the box TV in the background saving you from going insane.

When you got the text that Embry was on his way from work you were quick to stand up and rush into your room to get ready. You settled on black tights and a white crop top. Something flexible, just in case.

You even brushed your teeth again while spraying some leave-in conditioner on your hair. This was you attempting to make yourself look... presentable? It's been so long since you had to do so.

The last time you did so was graduation and the first week of college.

Suddenly your phone rang, forcing you to pull your eyes away from the dark circles underneath them, to the flip phone on the countertop.

With a nervous breath, you picked it up without looking at the caller I'd, thinking it was Embry calling to say he was outside.

"Hey. You here?"

"Yeah... I am."

Your breath hitched, feeling like you just got the wind knocked from you. You hesitated to say anything, pulling your phone away from your ear to look down at the small text on top of the screen. You had to confirm.

Susan.

"I'm sorry-were you expecting someone else?..." you hear the timid voice through the phone.

What.

Gulping, you cleared your throat before putting your phone back to your ear. "Sus-Mom... you're... you're back in town?" You ignored the question completely as you stepped back, leaning onto the bathroom wall for some type of support. You didn't need this, you really didn't need this, not now. Maybe in another 3 years but not now.

The woman on the other line heard the slip-up, and she'd be lying if she said it didn't hurt her, how she'd been demoted to just Susan in your head. She hadn't been much of a mother to you, she can understand that.

"Awe baby... you sound so grown up." She also avoided the question. You couldn't do this. Pulling the phone from your face you placed your hand over your mouth, shock still running through your veins, you didn't need this.

You weren't gonna cry. No fuck that you couldn't cry for her. Don't waste a tear on her. Don't do it.

Clenching your jaw you took in a deep breath. "Yeah um... some shit happened." Like puberty... three times over.

You could hear paper shifting as she struggled to continue the conversation. This would always happen.

Susan is a..." recovering" alcoholic. She would come... then she would go as soon as we thought she was well. Three years had been her longest. Before that was a year when she went to rehab... this time she just...vanished.

"Your father wrote me. Um- I'm sorry I wasn't there when... you know." You physically pulled the phone away from your ear while mouthing a loud( although quiet) fuck! And looked at yourself in the mirror with a look of disbelief. What the fuck! You mouthed to yourself again.

You had nothing but pure trauma and anger for this lady. All your life she was in and out of it, barging in on the little red house to bother Sarah and your siblings to ask for money, not sparing you a glance unless she needed you for a sob story on the streets of Forks. The bad memories outweighed the good by a long shot.

So why the fuck is your father continuing to keep in touch with her? And how long?

"Of course, you would know about that... everyone seems to know everything except for me. Heh." You didn't bother looking at yourself in the mirror again. That reflection of your mother staring back at you is something you didn't need at that moment.

"Baby, I'm sorry."

"Don't call me that. Seriously." You replied drily.

"...I'm sorry..." chewing the inside of your cheek, you closed your eyes so tight you could see another color. Don't cry. Don't fucking cry. Bitch if you cry I'll jump off the cliff with cinderblocks on my ankles.

Don't accept her apology.

"Why are you calling me." It wasn't a question she had a choice to answer. She needed to answer.

"I'm at a motel just outside of Forks... the one that your dad used to drop you off at to visit me." Those were the rare good memories.

Looking down at your sneakers you pushed down on the old wooden tile that needed to be nailed down. "The one with the pool?..." "heh-um yeah. Well- it's a parking lot now... they seemed to upgrade a bit... they made the place bigger." She was happy you remembered those visits. But that also meant you remembered what usually happened at the end of them. When your dad and her would argue about custody and money.

"I'm going to be here for a while... I'm job searching you know? Trying to build my life again after getting fired from the hospital..."

You had almost forgotten she was a doctor. 10 years of hard studying to waste the license on cheap vodka.

Please don't tell me you want me to visit.

"You don't owe me anything __, but, I'd like to see you, to apologize face to face. Just don't give up on me okay?"

"Yeah, sure.."

"I love you... okay? Bye-bye."

I love you too.

"Bye."

You hung up.

It felt weird looking in the mirror just now. You hated you looked like her. I need to get it together, you sighed, rubbing your eyes to get the tiredness away. By no means were you...better. You still had dark circles from the late-night cries, and you swore you could see a forehead crease from the number of times you had pushed your brows together in frustration.

You were only 19. Why'd you feel 35 with two oopsie babies? Gently slapping your face, trying to hype yourself to have a good time. You slipped your flip phone into your jacket pocket just in time for a knock on the door.

"It's crazy how much you've grown in just a year... you're kinda funny." You said sarcastically, tanned hands running through the rocky sand, both you and Embry sitting crisscrossed on worn towels. The two of you have been there for barely 20 minutes, making small talk and learning about his job at the local grocery store.

"Kinda??" He scrunches his brows together with a stupid grin that you copied. "And... I can say the same about you. About you changing a lot, you're not funny at all." "Ha!"You laughed? And not a fake one, a genuine one

You knew you should've fought it, the need to get closer to him in a way that's not fully human. But you couldn't help but think this was a good thing, to... free yourself from Edward's shackles. To enjoy your last year as a teen. But in a way, you felt like you were using him.

"How are you uh- how are you doing?" Whew. That question damn near knocked the wind out of you. Should you be honest, lie, half n half? As you stared at the soft waves Embry stared at the side of your face with narrowed brows. This new bond was strange between the both of you.

He could... almost feel everything you felt. It was like when the boys shifted, everyone could feel their emotions, hear what each other was saying- see it also.

Except he couldn't hear or see what you were thinking, not now at least. But he sure as hell could feel it, it was faint, but it was there. Grief, you were mourning your relationship so that you could move on.

"Um- you don't have to answer that if you-"

"I'm... healing. As much as I can. As much as Ephraim Black will allow me to." You didn't mention your mother calling, or Jacob sneaking off, you just wanted peace, you wanted happiness for yourself. In a way, Embry felt sad that you thought this was a curse cast upon you from your ancestors. Like the universe picked you specifically to fuck with.

But he also felt guilty. Guilty that he took his chance to finally get to know you. The you that wasn't always around Edward, the you that wasn't always in your room locked away with headphones in. He missed his friend. He felt guilty because while you suffered, he found himself grateful for this opportunity to even be near you.

Ears peaking up you could hear the faint sound of a wolf howling, the hairs on your neck standing, and goosebumps traveling up your arms. Both you and Embry's heads snap over to the peaking mountains of forks. "Jacob?..."

—

It had been a day now. A day since you, your brother, Seth, and shockingly Leah left Sam's pack to protect a sick and very pregnant Bella swan. A day since you've been an alpha to your small pack.

You still haven't talked to the Cullens yet.

You were debating if you needed to, Jacob did most of the talking anyway when he had his relapses. Well, that was until Esme came out, offering towels, rags, and wrapped-up bologna sandwiches. Seth wasn't shy about offering the vampire a hug, taking his stuff, and jogging inside the plantation house. Jacob took his and Leah's stuff as he knew the wolf girl wouldn't bother with her.

You and Leah watched Seth go into the large dark oak doors, your heart sinking deeper as the heavy doors closed. "Y/n..." Esme's voice was soft, hesitant as she said your name. You didn't have anything to say to her, other than " thanks..." Before you could grab your belongings from her she gently wraps an arm around your shoulder- and pulls you against her chest.

Even now you couldn't hate Esme, as she held you in a cold, hard- yet gentle embrace, as she placed her head on your chest to listen to your stuttering heartbeat. You couldn't help but hold her back, you needed this. You needed her motherly love more than anything, and you hated to admit that.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered against your chest, her voice soft, filled with emotion she couldn't release through tears. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault that her son was a prick. "Don't apologize..." your voice was hard, but underneath it was a crack as your arms tightened around her, inhaling the sickening sweet scent that made you a little nauseous but you couldn't help but find a little comfort in it. Your body was fighting itself, you wanted to pull away, to step several feet away... but this was Esme.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity even though it was only two minutes, she pulled away have gave you the kindest smile before handing you your stuff. "You can use Carlisle and Is bathroom."

You've never actually been inside the Cullens home. You didn't understand the underlying hatred your dad had towards the Cullens, always assuming it was because his youngest daughter was starting to date. That was until you asked him about it and he chalked it up to "family history."  You just said that that was stupid and the past was in the past. Yet you were still respectful and followed his wishes not to be in the Cullen's personal space... yet that didn't stop you from hanging out with them elsewhere.

So when you stood at the doorway of their home, dark eyes widened and mouth slightly parted in awe, you didn't expect their house to feel like a... home. It was so bright, and warm. Thankfully the rest of the Cullens family were probably upstairs, with Bella or out.

You took your time to look at the living room, ivory, dark wood, and whites decorating the home, it looked like it was barely used. It was almost freakishly clean. You could feel Esme's gaze on you as you peered over to the large window on the back wall, the glass reaching from corner to corner, exposing the lush greenery behind their home.

You hated to be a dick rider, but...This was kinda insane. You wouldn't know what to do with this kinda money. You didn't want to give them too much credit though, still hurt and feeling petty, you looked away from the view in the living room and turned your gaze over to the stairs. "I'll show you up to our room," Esme finally spoke up, even though she was physically young, her tone was so motherly and kind. While she led you up to the stairs, that's when your body started to naturally hesitate, as if your instincts were almost screaming at you to turn around, that this was danger.

Before you were even halfway up the stairs, you began hearing them, their voices almost in a hushed whisper, yet some spoke normally. Your senses were already on ten, the suffocating smell of vampires attacking your nose. And by the time you landed on the floor to the second floor, you didn't dare to look at them, yet you could feel them looking at you. Their stares were heavy, yet you kept your eyes on Esme's head as she led you down the hallway and towards a door. "The door near the window, sweetheart." She instructed as you twisted the knob and walked in.

You gave her a small thank you(even though you were uncomfortable, you still had manners), before shutting the door.

Their room was unnaturally clean as you gave it a quick scan. You didn't want to linger, you didn't want to get comfortable in these people's houses like you all were buddies. Quick shower, 10 minutes in and out... okay maybe 20 because their lotion was expensive and you had to try it.

You kicked off your sneakers fairly quickly, leaving them beside their bedroom door, and went across their room to the bathroom.

"You think she hates us?" Emmett spoke up in the quiet room, his hands planted on his wife's waist, comforting her as she looked at the room where you disappeared.

No one spoke up, the siblings equally used that silence for the answer. Alice felt anxious, her eyes flickering up to her mate who tightly held her hand. Of course, Jasper knew the answer to all their questions, your emotions roaring with anger, disappointment, and disgust. But your sadness was what caught his attention, so much sadness covered with the thin blanket of anger.

Jasper was a private person, not exactly keen on sharing your private feelings with his nosy family. He had respect for you even though the two of you shared few words, and so he just settled on giving his wife a small smile, not a direct answer.

"It broke another rib." The almost quiet voice of Carlisle spoke through the den, Bella who was being held up by Edward, and the doctor gently moving from his office turned surgeon's office.

"Oh, Bella..." Esme whispered.

Edward's face twisted as though the words physically wounded him. His jaw clenched hard, marble-like, as he adjusted Bella in his arms, holding her like she might shatter into dust at any moment. Yet Bella still had a smile on her face, like she was trying to comfort them, her family.

Jasper shifted beside Alice, rubbing slow circles against her back as her eyes stayed fixed on Bella — or maybe past her, at the future she couldn't stop. No one could.

You were still in the bathroom, hands rubbing the dried sweat from your skin with some expensive shower gel. The water was hot, steam flowing from your skin.

You could hear everything through the thin walls — every breath, every choked-back word. You hated how sensitive your hearing had become, like a curse wrapped in instinct.

And you hated more how your heart panged for Bella, even after everything.

Even after the betrayal. The lies. The wedding. The child growing inside her that was killing her.

You hated her, and you didn't.

Your throat burned as you swallowed down the mess of emotions swirling in your chest.

You didn't have time for this. You had to stay strong.

You forced yourself upright and dragged your fingers through your short curls, catching on a snarl and yanking it loose with a wince. Get it together. You were still their alpha. You were still you.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Y/n? Sweetheart?" Esme's voice floated through, hesitant but kind. "If you need more time, it's okay."

You sucked in a shaky breath and shut off the water.

Esme stood there, hands folded gently in front of her. Her golden eyes — unnervingly soft — flicked over you, searching for signs of your storm. You avoided her gaze, brushing past her with your shoulders squared. You slid on your sneakers by their door and headed back toward the living room like you hadn't just been falling apart behind closed doors.

The moment you stepped into the space, all eyes cut to you.

Jacob, leaning against the far wall, tense and rigid like he wanted to explode.

Edward, seated near the fire, his gaze locking onto yours like you were the sun itself. He hadn't seen you since the wedding, and you were hoping for longer. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came. You looked different. A strange difference and he could barely recognize you.

You ignored them both.

Your eyes landed on Bella. His wife, your old friend, seated next to him, heavy blankets around the frail body you had yet seen.

She looked back at you with a weak, fleeting smile — full of hope and naivety, as if that small expression could bridge the cavern between you. As if a smile could fix a heart broken beyond recognition.

It couldn't.

Your face remained hard, unreadable. You wouldn't give her that comfort. You refused to. Deep down you thrived on making them just as uncomfortable as you felt.

Carlisle cleared his throat, his expression grim. "We're losing time."

The words felt like a gunshot in the quiet room.

Jacob flinched. Seth, standing at his side, let out a small, broken sound in the back of his throat.

Your jaw tightened as you crossed your arms over your chest, muscles tense.

"What's the plan?" you asked, your voice even, though inside you were barely keeping steady.

Carlisle hesitated. Then, with an almost imperceptible shake of his head, he admitted the truth none of them wanted to face. "I don't know."

He didn't know.

Words you didn't want to hear from a 300-odd-year-old vampire.

Fuck.

A thick silence followed.

You could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on you as if they were waiting for you to declare what came next. You weren't a Cullen, you weren't Bella's friend anymore — hell, you weren't even supposed to be here- nor did you want to be here! But somehow, you were the only one still standing tall.

Jacob's voice broke the quiet, hoarse, and raw. "Then we figure it out," he said. His eyes met yours, pleading. "We fight for her."

You didn't answer right away.

Because the truth was, you didn't know who you were fighting for anymore.

Bella?

Yourself?

The future?

You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally, finally, nodded.

"They'll be coming for us... Sam and the pack..." you said, your eyes glossing over each golden iris that looked at you.

"We're going to need a plan."

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“Above all, don't let them see you.”

Every lesson ended the same way. The first tradition of the Camarilla, and the most important. Especially for Nosferatu like you.

Not that Sunny was ever meant to be a Nosferatu. By rights the slight boy you found yourself responsible for should have been a Toreador. At least that was the plan.

“Do you understand me? You’ve got that glazed look in your eye again. Remind me, what is the fourth tradition?” Teaching is hardly your forte. Truth be told, your forte involves someone's knees ending up broken, but suddenly you find yourself needing to pick up some new professional skills.

“Accounting.” The boy held your gaze, answering after only a second’s thought “You’re responsible if I screw up, at least until I've been doing this long enough to stop living here”

“And that means?”

He sighed “Don't screw up?”

You smiled. Tusk-like fangs protruding from thin lips “Damn fucking right.”

The boy learns quick at the very least. Thinking about it, he'd be wasted as a Toreador. Sure he'd still have the looks that made him so popular in life, but an eternity as a shallow asshole, fawning over whatever catches his eye? It's no way to live. Sure, the bane of Clan Nosferatu somewhat precludes his old line of work but at least he'll get to put his brains to good use. He'll go far, provided he doesn't do anything stupid like ghoul an old boyfriend on his first week out…

“Ryan?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, those round eyes looking up at you from where he sat “I'm hungry”

“Join the club. You're a Kindred. You’ll always be hungry, forever and ever. Catch a rat or something”

Sunny stood up. “‘M not hungry for a rat. Can I..?”

His voice trailed off. What he was asking for was frowned upon, but it's not unusual for a childe to want. Vitae is addictive, any kindred could tell you that. It doesn't help that the first taste is the one that brings you into unlife. The greatest high, followed by the most crushing comedown in history.

“You don't want more. Remember what I taught you about drinking from our kind?”

Sunny closed his eyes, thinking back to your lessons “Only in emergencies. Never more than once from the same person”

“Right. How many times have you drunk mine?” You spoke slowly, emphasising your words.

“Once? When you turned me?”

You shook your head. “Twice. Remember? You jumped me after your change.” You’re not surprised he’d forgotten. Half mad, bawling in agony and hunger, more beast than man. He'd only managed to get a mouthful from where he caught your arms. That's more than enough though. Once more and he'd be battling the vinculum. It's not against the rules to bind your progeny, sometimes it's even useful, but it is frowned upon.

He looked down, despondent.

You felt something. A memory of an emotion you hadn't experienced in a long time. Not the bitter contempt you held for the majority of other kindred, something else, something softer. The kid’s been through hell. Bad enough he's joined the ranks of the dead, defined by the hunger and animal instinct that would consume you all of the sun or hunters don't get to you first, no he managed to get bit by the very worst kind. It's good practice for a newly-minted lick to cut ties to their mortal life, say their goodbyes and withdraw from mortality. The masquerade has to be defended, and if you're not strong enough to keep those you care about at arm's length they often wind up dead. Most clans get to say their goodbyes in person.

He won't. Greyish, paper-thin skin pulled tight over cheekbones that were so recently cushioned by a layer of puppy fat. Two puncture wounds on his neck, oozing a slow drip of deep red vitae. Not to mention the jagged fangs that never receded. No. To see Sunny was to know how much deeper the shadows go, if his family were to catch sight of him without some serious training in his gifts beforehand…

Suffice to say, some cleanup would be necessary.

You hadn't just ended his life, you’d royally fucked his unlife too. It's the least you can do. “Don't take too much. I still need to hunt tonight.”

You reached out a hand to him. Digging clawed fingernails into your palm, just enough to draw blood.

The fledgeling didn't wait. Licking and sucking at the wound in your palm, drinking eagerly as though he hadn't eaten before. You couldn’t deny, it felt good. The kiss is always ecstasy, a shivering warmth that travels through the body. You haven’t actually fucked anyone since the 70s, but this came close. Very close.

“Stop.” You grabbed Sunny’s hair, pulling your hand from his. “More than enough. Now, how do you feel?”

He looked delirious, eyes hooded, bloodstained tongue still hanging out. The young vampire simply smiled absent-mindedly “Thank you, daddy”

The words were mumbled, indistinct, as though spoken in a dream. “Good and fucked then. Right.” You turned the thought over in your mind, the lingering high from the kiss still playing on you. He was just so pathetic, and it did feel good.

What’s the harm?

You wrapped an arm around the boy, pulling him into an embrace. The smell of the blood oozing from the bite marks leftover from his turning sent pangs of hunger through your belly. You needed to eat something, and this one smells delicious.

Sunny whined as your fangs plunged into the meat of his shoulder. Thick, powerful vitae filled your mouth while your childer’s legs buckled underneath him. Sunny buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, you could feel his urge to bite, only restrained by obedience.

“Do it” Your voice was muffled, speaking through a mouthful of him

Obedience gave way to desire. A sharp scratch, then a warmth that flowed through you. You grunted, still drinking from the younger kindred in your embrace, even as he drank from you.

Stumbling, you propped him up onto a table. It only took a moment to restart your heart, a small semblance of colour returning to your cheeks. A clawed hand grasped at Sunny’s crotch, tearing the gusset out of the short shorts covering his modesty before you shucked down your own trousers.

Still biting, still being drunk in return, you angled yourself into him. The head of your cock pressing between his legs. A wetness greeted you there, inviting you to thrust against his folds. Holding him open, you entered. Sunny gripped your back, holding on to your jacket, feeling you bury yourself in him.

“You like this, hm?” Whispering in his ear, feeling him nod, still latched onto the bleeding wound he made in your shoulder as you picked up speed.

Sunny’s legs wrapped around you, the younger vampire clinging on as your hips bucked into him. Whimpering into your shoulder, clutching at your back as a hand snuck down between the two of you. He spread himself open, the wetness coming from his cunt spreading over his hand.

His body was tensing around you, hips grinding into yours even as you continued steadily thrusting into him. You felt his hand shift, tracing circles around his engorged clit. The whining against your shoulder became moaning. Sunny’s mouth let go, throwing his head back as he gave a shuddering cry.