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Nadja chose you.

Guillermo had brought you and a few others to his residence for some DnD planning, and whilst there, the other house mates stalking around you and the group, Nadja had taken to you. Her eyes studied you, her face twisted into a curious look as she stared. Her beautiful mind struggling with how she felt with  you. You smelled so, so tasty, being a virgin only made her salivate with need, but there was another feeling, one that wanted you to be tasted while moaning her name. The dark haired woman had taken you away from the group, hand low on your back as she guided you to the sitting room. 

She chose you.

Who were you to complain?

“I’m Y/N, I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner, “ her hand swooped up to silence you as she took a seat on the couch, you soon following. Her dark gaze still bore into you, red lips pressed tightly into a thin line. You shut your mouth at her action, hands resting in your lap, heart gently pounding against your cavity. 

“You are a very beautiful young thing,” a soft purr fell from Nadjas lips, more speaking to herself than you, did she want to drain you of your blood, or taste more than that? She couldn’t tell the difference between the two feelings, not with you. “I’m Nadja, now, tell me about yourself.” Her words were stern, an order for you to try and help her figure out these strange feelings that were bubbling within her, why did you make her feel this way? 

You didn’t know what all she wanted to know, so you started with the basics- what you were doing with your life, hobbies etc. While you spoke, you noticed her scooting closer, her hand getting closer to your thigh. It made your cheeks heat up, made your words become flustered, and seeing you like this made her start to wonder if she did want to keep you around. 

Nadja was just so beautiful, those soft red lips, the long hair you wanted your fingers to be trapped in. The way her body held poise and elegance, she knew her worth, and she chose you.

Her cold hand rested itself on your thigh, and you tensed under her touched. You wanted more.

Needed more.

“You really are just so pretty,” she hummed, her lips no longer in a thin line, her nose unscrunched, face relaxing. Nadja seemed to be leaning closer, and you took the hint. Your hand rested on top of her cold one, and you closed the space between your bodies. Her lips tasted metallic- blood. 

god her lips tasted so addicting.

You took what she gave, her free hand resting along your jaw, teeth biting at your lips. Nadja needed a taste- but she didn't want to drain you, the idea felt too cruel to her. Even a monster like her could kill such a sweet thing like you.

You pulled away, gasping for air, and her forehead rested against yours. "Be mine." There was a need in her voice, a quiver. Her mind made it's choice, she wanted you as a lover.

How could you say no?

You were graced with a goddess, and you craved her soft lips, you craved her touch. Your free hand traced along her hips, along her curves, feeling the soft fabric on the tip of your fingers.

You wanted to feel her soft skin.

"Then make me yours." Your heart raced, oh god, whay were you getting yourself into?

Donna... she didn't mean to, she really didn't. She was stressed, tired and a little bit drunk, she didn't even realize what she had done to you, didn't know that she was giving you horrific delusions, you were forced to face your darkest fears, the whole world looked so dark now that you were trapped in her hallucination. "Donna?" You cried out to after a few horrific minutes, tears filled your eyes as you panicked. "Donna, please, let me out of this!" You cried out again as the visions only got worse. She had heard you, heard the fear filled cries for help, and within an instant, you were back in reality, Donna stood in front of you, her face plastered with guilt.

"I-I'm so sorry y/n!" She was quick to say as the realization sinked further and further into her. She had messed up, no doubt about that. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." she was quick to say as she moved to take you into her arms, holding you close.

You didn't hesitate to fall limp in the comfort of her arms, tears rolling down your cheek still. "Why the fuck would you do that to me?" You cried out, tone angry and hurt. How could she hurt you like that? You knew she felt bad, and you knew that. You also knew that she didn't know how to be in a relationship, she was still learning how to communicate and express her feelings. She was still learning how to open up. It didn't make this ok, but you understood why it happened.

"I'm sorry, please, please don't leave," Donna slowly said as you both tried to calm each other, both holding tightly onto each other. Soon, you pulled away a little bit so that you could look at her.

"I would never leave you... you know that." You softly said to her, as mad as you were at her for what she did, you both needed each other. "Just never do this again."

Softly, Donna nodded at the words, "I promise I won't." She assured you, and you moved up to kiss her forehead, and she smiled softly at the action. The biggest fear the doll maker had, was losing you. She had lost everyone else in her life, she wasn't going to lose you too.

"I love you, Donna."

"For crying out loud y/n! Just shut up for a second!" The older witch was quick to yell, fighting to keep her thoughts in order. The words she yelled at you threw you off for a second, she was the one in the wrong, why the hell was she yelling at you to be quiet?! You closed your mouth tightly, clenching your jaw as you fought back cruel words, you didn't want to make this any worse than it was.

"You can sleep on the couch for the week, if you don't like the couch, ask your sister for a place to sleep." You simply said, your tone cold and almost cruel, it took Bella back, she didn't mean for this argument to get to this point, but it did.

"Y/n..." Bella said in a whisper, she hated sleeping without you there, she hated not having you in her arms, and most importantly, she hated being the one that made you mad. "I'm sorry, you know I a-"

Bella couldn't finish her sentence, you had interrupted her, "I'm not doing this today Bella!" You snapped, turning on your heels and marching away from her.

Now alone, Bella just sighed, she messed up, she knew that, but she didn't know how to fix this... She just wanted to give you some time alone for now.

You were sitting in the bed room, on the floor actually, knees held close to your chest as you sniffled. She was so late for dinner, again, you felt like she was sneaking around and hiding things from you, you thought that she was cheating on you... It just didn't add up. Your eyes were burning from the crying, tears still staining your cheeks, you had been like this for almost an hour now. After all these years together, you couldn't believe she would do such a thing... Your heart was breaking at the very idea...

The door creaked open and soon Bellatrix made her way slowly inside, a bundle of flowers in one hand and your favorite ice cream in the other. Her heart broke at the sight of you in tears, she plopped herself next to you. "I'm sorry for being late, and I'm sorry for yelling at you," she said softly.

You wanted to tell her to leave, to never see her again, but you needed to know the truth. "Are you cheating on me?" You quickly blurted out to her in a shakey voice, her heart racing out of fear of the answer.

Bellatrix was shocked by your words, and it took her a few seconds to speak. "Oh god no, oh, oh shit, pet I didn't think it would come off like that, I'm so sorry, I swear on my life that I'm not cheating. You know me, I would never cheat on you," she was quick to say, feeling awful that you thought she was doing such a thing! She set the things in her hand to the side, scrambling to get something from her pocket. "I was going to wait to do this, and I was only late tonight because I had to grab this." She mumbled as she pulled out a black box and handed it to you.

Slowly, still unsure and a bit confused, you opened the box, a simple ring sitting inside, simple but beautiful. "I was going to ask you to marry me," she slowly said, and you looked up to her in surprise.

"Really?" You asked softly, glad to know that she wasn't cheating on you.

"So, how about it pet?"

Your muscles were tense, you felt so on edge all through the day, but it had just been getting worst. Donna knew a bit about your anxiety, mostly because she suffered from it too. The two of you relied on each other when it came to mental health. You were next to Donna on the couch, watching her knit. This was how you two usually were, you loved watching her work, such graceful hands creating things with ease, almost as if she was made for this. You usually found comfort in it too. Watching her hands move with so much purpose, the soft sounds of her work, the angelic hums she would freely let you hear.

You were comfortable on the couch, the soft clicking of knitting needles, the soft hum of a song. Your anxiety got worse. The nausea made your stomach turn, your heart racing in your chest. The outside world felt too warm now. You tried to keep your breathing under hand, but the doll maker could pick up on the hitches in your breath. Soon, her head turned to look at you. She noticed. She knew. Knitting needles were placed to the side, and the older woman moved to get up. "I'll be back, cara mia." The voice soft and low, a soft smile graced her lips. Something she granted only you to see.

You didn't have time to question where she was going, she was gone so soon. The soft clicking of her heels getting softer. You didn't know how long she was gone, or even when she got back, a soft hand on your arm pulled you out of your thoughts. You gulped. Mouth dry. You looked up at the doll maker, features so kind and soft. She had a cup of tea in her hand for you, she had tea for everything, anxiety, sleep, cold, just to name a few. It wasn't a shock that she had gotten you tea, she always did to help calm your nerves. You noticed something in her arms, a stuffed animal, a bee.

The doll maker sat next to you, handing you the warm cup of tea, cooled down enough for you to drink now. "I made you this," Donna said softly, handing you the stuffed bee. She always loved to make you things, and this was one of her secret projects. "To distract and comfort you."

Carefully, you took the stuffed animal, giving it a soft squeeze as you held it close to you, sipping your tea with your other hand. The anxiety was still there, but it lessened now that your mind was else where. "It's adorable! Thank you," you softly said, looking from the bee to the doll maker, a soft smile lacing your lips.

The doll maker leaned in to kiss your cheek, making herself comfortable close to you. "I'm glad," she hummed, letting you cozy up into her. "How are you feeling?" She always made sure to check up on you, and you with her, an unspoken agreement between you two.

"Better, still a bit nervous though."

Bellatrix was just drained and the upcoming war wasn't helping. You knew Bellatrix struggled with her mental health at times, and you were always there to help her. This was no exception, you knew she was having a hard time, and now she had been laying with her head in your lap, your fingers carefully playing with her hair. "How are you doing today Bella?" You ask softly, you liked when she was cuddly like this, for such an awful person, she really could be a big teddy bear.

Bellatrix shrugged as she snuggled more into you, "'m just tired pet," she said softly, melting into you. You never pushed it past any further than that, if she didn't want to tell you, then that was alright too.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked softly, making sure her hair was out of her face.

"You're already helping," the older witch mumbled softly, letting her eyes flutter shut. Sometimes, Bellatrix just needed someone there for her, just needed to know that someone had her back no matter what. You would never truely know how much you mean to her, losing you had become her biggest fear, and you had become her rock.

You just smile at the words, glad that you were able to help her in some way. "If you ever want to talk, I'm a good listener," you assured her, wanting to help make sure she knew that she could confide in you. Bella didn't always really talk about her feelings or things that bothered her, and you were just trying to help create a safe place for her to do so.

"I know..." Bella muttered softly, "I just wouldn't want to be a bother is all, you have better things to do than listen to me," the witch half joked to you, looking up to you with a sheepish smile.

"I love hearing you talk," you were quick to say, giving her a sincere smile as you spoke.

"I'm just tired, and I want this war to be over soon, the sooner we get it done, the better. I don't want something to happen to you during the war... I'm tired of the Dark Lord using me, I went to Azkaban for him, but it wasn't enough." Bellatrix mumbled slowly, you had a feeling that the witch thrived on praises and knowing she did good, you had a feeling she was her biggest enemy.

"You are doing such an amazing job with it too Bella. I'm very proud of you, you are a strong woman, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life." You said softly as she adjusted herself, leaning against your chest. You kissed the top of her head, "you're so cuddly," you teased out to her as you pulled her close, letting her nuzzle into your chest.

Alcina looked down to you, her yellow eyes filled with fear and guilt as they started to fill with salty tears. The older woman knelt down next to you, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." she said in a light whimper, she had went to far this time, when she sank her teeth into your neck and tasted you, she hadn't been able to stop till she realized that it was you in her arms. A soft hand shakily pressed against your bite marks as you whimpered out in pain, your were tired, cold. "'M so sorry..." Alcina whimpered again as the tears slowly fell down her cheeks. Carefully, she scooped you in her arms and carried you by the warm fire, having grabbed a blanket on her way, bundling you up. With you still in her arms, she took a seat on the floor to give you some warmth and comfort till a maid got a doctor.

You snuggled into her chest, your vision blurry. It was the first time she had gone to far when feeding from you, she always so careful, but this time she had been so hungry... She had needed to drink that blood... Ever since Alcina had started a relationship with you, you had ensured that the murder happening in the castle had been decreased, meaning that she took to relying on you for a snack if need be.

This wasn't the first time Donna's mannor endured her wrath, and it wouldn't be the last. Often, the manor fell victim to doll heads being thrown at the wall, heads that she just couldn't get to be perfect. Sometimes, the manor sat and watched as she broke down, tearful rages where hallways or rooms with memories that now stung were blocked. The manor had grown so used to the low cries of the doll maker as she held herself on the floor, alone and scared. Her life was never meant to turn out this way. Her parents should still be here, hugging her and telling her everything was alright, everything was supposed to be alright.

Tonight however, her attack on the manor was for a different reason. The fucking cadour.

Ever since Mother Miranda gave her the gift, the doll maker could no longer look at herself. With her scar beforehand, while it was an insecurity, she could stand it. This? This she could not. She hated how she looked, and while Mother Miranda tried to tell her it wasn't that bad, it could be worse, she could look like Salvator, it didn't change anything. For the first time in her life, Donna loved the scar that had graced her skin. The scar that used to sit along her eye, an eye she had issues with anyways, was now covered with a growth, tendrinds dancing out from where they sat.

It angered the doll maker, made her disgusted with what she had become.

The doll maker sat in the corner of her room, her eye red and stinging from crying so much, her dark hair long fell out of the loose bun she usually kept it in. She was still in her nightdress, her attempt at sleeping had turned into a night of crying. Slowly, she peeled herself away from the corner, knees cracking as she stumbled up, body aching from staying in such a position for so long.

What time was it?

Donnas hand rested itself on the wooden vanity table, nails digging into the wood as her eye spotted herself in the mirror. The tired dollmaker felt a hot rush boil through her veins at the sight of herself. She stared at the cadour until the image was burned into her mind, until the anger boiling through her clouded her mind. In an instant, the doll makers fist hit the glass, a cobweb cracking through it, shifting the image of her.

This started the rage.

This started her attack on the manor this time. Without a thought or worry regarding the dripping cuts on her hand, the doll maker started her rampage, cries rang through the manor, italian curses bouncing off the walls.

Mirror after mirror was shattered, objects thrown at them, objects shattering as they missed and hit the wall instead. The pain in her fist started to comr to light as the last mirror was shattered and the realization of what had happened hit. "Cazzo..."

The doll maker stumbled to closet wall, back sliding down it and her eyes were clenched shut. She was so tired of crying, she just wanted this feeling to be over. "Tu sei una idiota," she mumbled to herself, the sick feeling in her stomach returned.

Narcissa had been expecting you to be angry, hurt, and her next meal, her little charm had been taken off of you, yet even after she explained what she was, what she did and what you were going to soon be, she was taken back by the chuckle that came from you as you leaned back in the comfortable couch, sipping your wine. Narcissa was almost mad at the lack of fear, leaning towards you from her spot on a nearby chair, showing her fangs in annoyance. “Don’t you get it human? I let you live this long, I am going sink my fangs into you and drain you of your blood, drain you of your life till you fall limp. All you are to me, all you have ever been to me is a meal, a mere toy.” The vampire snarled out to you, and when you got up, making your way closer to her, she didn’t know what you were going to do, and in all honesty, you didn’t know what you were going to do either. You were mad, yes, but you had grown to actually love the other woman, even if you did hunt down and kill her kind, you didn’t have it in you to harm her. Gently, you rested a hand on the top of her head, smiling down at her as you did so.

“Cissa, you don’t mean that, the things you’ve said to me, the way you kiss me, I was more than just a toy. It wasn’t a good thing to do that to me, but I still love you. You are an amazing woman Cissa, beautiful, smart, and I enjoyed our time together.” You softly said to her, and she looked up to you, her icy eyes wide, she had been taken back by the words.

“I’m a monster though,” Narcissa was quick to say, the sternness in her tone falling now, her voice almost a whisper.

“You aren’t a monster.”

Narcissa thought she was going to cry by your words, they touched her, warmed her undead heart in a way. You could tell that she was trying not to cry, trying to keep herself together. “Why aren’t you afraid of me? Everyone else is,” she said, a hint of guilt and disgust in her voice, she hated what she had been forced to become.

“You do what you have to do to survive, I knew you were a vampire a long while ago Cissa, you aren’t very good at hiding it, I didn’t just love you because you made me, I fell in love with you because of who you are. I can’t imagine my life without you now that I have you, if you let me into your heart, I’ll never let anyone hurt you. You deserve to be loved, and I will give you all the love I can offer,” you slowly said to her, and soon you could feel her resting into her. Was she choosing you? It seemed like it.

Narcissa wanted to cry, she had never heard those words before, she never had someone willingly say that they loved her. She closed her eyes tightly as she clung onto you, this was never meant to happen, you were never meant to fall in love with her, but now that you did, she didn’t know how to feel.

“Cissa, I let you live because I love you, I know that you’re a good person, and I know how the Black family takes children to turn them later on. You never chose this life,” you softly said, and she moved to look up, a bit confused by the words, the look of confusion was painted on her face. “I….I’m a vampire hunter.”

The confession made Narcissa almost angry, she had let a vampire hunter into her life, how dumb of her… Yet the words that the human said, the fact that you had openly said that you feel that way about her made her confused, did you actually love her, or was this some twisted game to kill her? “Cissa?” You softly said to her, feeling her tense body slowly pull away from you, and you let go of her, feeling your heart break.”I still love you Cissa, I-I told myself I was going to kill you, but I can’t… I care about you too much,” you were quick to say to her. She looked up to you, a tear rolling gently down her pale cheek.

“Then prove it.”

“How? I’ll do anything to prove it.”

“Let me turn you into a vampire.”

Narcissa words made everything more conflicting for you, you loved this woman, she was everything you could ever want, everything you could ever need in life, you could kill her right here and right now, but you didn’t know if you could allow yourself to become one…

“Cissa…”