#vampire!ben

Gwilym crossed his arms in front of his chest in annoyance. "Seriously? Again? This is the third time this week you accidentally summoned me here. What exactly is it that you are even trying to do?" 

With another prolonged sigh you moved part of the salt circle to the side so the demon could step fully into your living room. "Trying to create a gate to Tartarus. I was so sure I had it this time."

Gwil smiled, his pointy teeth reminding you of your other unexpected visitor a few hundred years back. "I am sure you will get it at some point...Magistra."

You couldn't help but smile about him addressing you by your newly earned title. "You heard about that, huh?"

The demon followed you as you made your way into the kitchen, ducking his head under a thorny overhanging plant on the way. "As one of the head demons, I did, yes. Congratulations are in order."

He watched as you motioned for the coffee machine to get to work. With an annoying 'bing' you couldn't figure out how to turn off, the high-tech machine started brewing as two cups flew towards you; Gwilym catching one of them midair before he went to grab the almond milk from the fridge. 

"So what's new in the underworld then?" you asked as you sat down opposite him, a cat jumping onto your lap instantly. 

"The underworld is fine. Ben is...you know Ben." he replied well aware of what you were getting at.

"Is he still doing that thing?" 

The demon sighed and leaned back to make room for the pot to fill his cup. "Mixing his drinks? Yes. Unfortunately."

You scratched the cat's fur absentmindedly. Maybe it had been wrong of you to allow him to drink your blood. Maybe this was all your fault. But then again, he was a grown man making his own choices. "It's going to come back to haunt him eventually."

Gwilym picked up his cup. "I tried telling him, but it's not like he ever listens...Children, what can you do?" 

You laughed at his sarcastic eye roll and then took a sip of coffee yourself. "Back to Tartarus. What do you think is missing in the spell?"

***

“We need to discuss Ben.” the handsome woman in front of Gwilym smiled, her eyes sparkling dangerously, her ashy skin almost too translucent for his liking. 

“I figured that’s why you wanted to see me.” The demon answered politely before seating himself on the vacant park bench. 

The vampire queen followed behind, her bare thigh falling through the slit in her dark black dress as she crossed her legs. “As you know Ben has become quite the...problem. I have gotten complaints from the fairies and even the mermaids before and I have thus far ignored them pretty forcefully, but with his latest fight - against a werewolf nonetheless - I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Gwilym sighed as he watched a baby duckling follow its mother into one of the ponds. “Have you tried talking to him about it?”

A beautiful laugh escaped her, her eyes momentarily turning black before shimmering in purple again. “Have you?” Digging through her purse she handed him a small veil filled with a glittering dark red substance. “You can probably guess that any other vampire doing whatever Ben is doing would have been executed a long time ago-”

“But you have a soft spot for him.” Gwilym finished for her as he cradled Ben’s blood in the palm of his hand, his dark fingernails tapping lightly along the glass. 

The queen groaned and then nodded. “I do. It feels like it was only a century ago that I found him all alone in that alleyway, freshly turned, totally lost and confused. I raised that boy. And so did you.”

A hearty laugh escaped Gwil. “We apparently have not done the co-parenting very well, have we?”

She hit his shoulder playfully, but then shook her head. “Apparently not...So can you help?”

He chewed on his bottom lip for a few seconds and then nodded very slowly. “I don’t think I can. But I know someone that could.”

***

Your eyes immediately fell upon the tall demon standing in your kitchen and helping himself to a cup of the always hot and freshly brewed coffee. Still finishing towel-drying your hair, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion and then threw the towel over your shoulder where it vanished back onto its hanger in the bathroom by itself. 

“Fancy seeing you here. I am pretty sure the hole in the portal is not large enough for a creature your size.”

Gwilym smirked as he raised the steaming cup to his lips, his rainbow eyes switching fast and with a curious stance. “I see you are still trying on that gate to Tartarus.”

You rolled your eyes and motioned for a cup to fill itself and come flying into your awaiting hands before sitting down at your kitchen table. “Cute. But no. The advice you gave worked. It just seems as if I happened to have lost a cat in there. I have been keeping the portal open the tiniest bit in the hopes of it finding its way back by itself.” You happily hummed after taking the first sip of the dark brown liquid. “So what brings you here? You never drop by without reason.”

He studied you for a long time, his eyes finally settling on a rose quartz pink as he sighed. “It’s Ben.” 

Of course it was. When was it not the dangerously attractive but so god-damn stupid vampire?

You groaned internally and then shrugged. “I told you: Him sleeping and drinking around and going rogue or whatever is really not my problem. I am the head of hundreds of covens around Europe. I can’t bother with your little vampire friend, Gwilym. No offence.”

“Non taken.” He shook his head and absent-mindedly began scratching the cat that had settled on his lap behind its ears.

“Furthermore,” you started again as your damp hair braided itself in a quick motion and then fell down your back zestfully. “Shouldn’t that be Miss vampire queen’s problem? She’s the one that should deal with this...problem.”

“I agree. But she has asked me to take care of it.”

“And why don’t you?”

The demon sighed again, his eyes turning almost transparent before transforming into a dark green that almost matched a certain vampire’s irises. Why couldn’t he just stop existing all together? Then you never would have to be reminded of him ever again. 

“I think he is gone too far. Which is why I have come to ask you. You are the most powerful being I know. Please? He will listen to you. He is still very attached to you.”

“Because I saved his life with my blood.” you interrupted him in between coffee sips and then began playing with a little ball of fire in your hand that you had stolen from the now dead candle on the table. 

“And I am asking you to save his life one more time.” His hands reached out to yours, the ball of flame going extinct as he crushed it in between his fingertips before interlacing his larger digits with yours. “For me?”

“I don’t know, Gwilym. I have a lot to deal with already.”

Like a lightning bolt he had gotten up and was now leaning against the sink, a cat carefully balanced on his shoulder like a pirate would a parrot. “I didn’t want to do this, but fine.” He took a deep breath although you were well aware it was for solely dramatic reasons and not because he actually needed it. “Remember that time when you asked for my help for some sort of secret ritual and weirdly enough a week later a famous world leader died under mysterious circumstances helping three different nations to finally declare independence? You know the time where I let you undress me and do very strange things to me that we vowed to never speak of again?” He made eye contact now, forcing you to relive the memories of said ritual in your head and you shuddered before scrunching up your nose; painfully aware of what was to come out of his mouth next. 

“I am calling in that favor.”

You groaned, a white cat jumping up in shock and running into the bathroom in a hurry. “Fine. I will take care of it.”

With a delighted smile he pushed himself off the sink, dropped a kiss to your cheek, and then walked towards the living room; ducking under a few plants as he went. “I knew I could count on you. By the way, can I use your pentagram to go home? Easiest way.”

You waved your hand as you followed him and the candles in the corners of the structure on the floor in front of your altar came to life, the lines in between them glowing up in a dark red instantly. “Go ahead.”

You watched him step into the pentagram’s middle and smile at you again. 

“I will keep an eye out for that cat of yours.”

And then he was gone. 

And all that remained of him was a small dark-filled veil right in the middle of the circle. 

Benjamin. 

***

Ben awoke in shock, his throat dry, his hands shaky, his point of view hazy as he took in his strange surroundings. The dark green fabric of the couch underneath him appeared to be too warm to be normal, the curtains were drawn shut and it took him way too long to figure out that the quiet thumping was the heartbeats of not one but about ten different cats staring at him in unison. 

“Good, you are awake.” he heard a voice to his left. However, his head felt too much like it was going to burst once he tried to turn it. 

“Where am I?”

“Paris.” the witch stated dryly and took a seat on the armchair opposite him, a black cat instantly jumping up and curling into her lap. 

Attempting to keep his thoughts straight, the vampire studied her quietly. He hadn’t seen her in centuries, yet somehow she seemed to have not aged more than a year or two. Her hair was longer as it fell in unruly waves over her shoulders and back; the dark red lipstick was a new addition to her usual wide flowy dark green dress. 

“I was in Russia.” he finally managed to press out through gritted teeth whilst his throat seemed to close up more and more. 

The witch sighed as she snipped her finger and the heavy curtains flung open behind her, casting the room in a faint glow that only dawn could give. “I know. I found you beat up on the street. I teleported you here.” She took another heavy breath as she got up again and leaned against the floor-length window, her eyes ghosting over the eiffel tower in the distance before turning back to him. “What are you doing, Benjamin?”

*

“How are you not dead?”

You almost rolled your eyes but knew better as you stepped around the pentagram on the floor and began playing with another flame ball in your hand. “Really? That is what you want to talk about after avoiding me successfully for what...400 years?”

He struggled to sit up, his eyes faint, his skin ashier than normal. The demon hadn’t lied to you. Benjamin was in fact very far gone. So far, you weren’t even sure if you could still help him come back. 

When you had gone to look for him you had expected to find quite the terrible scene. What you had not expected, however, was your search spell guiding you into a backstreet in the heart of Russia, the vampire hunched up on the floor, a quiet sob escaping his lips as he waited for the deep gashes in his skin to heal. 

Yea, to sum it up, he was doing very badly. 

And you hated how much you cared. 

“But to answer your question.” you finally continued, your eyes still searching for the sun rising over the roofs of Paris in the distance. “Somehow drinking your blood made me age very very slowly. I had time to study. I was instated as the new Magistra a few months back. Which you would know if you weren’t busy fucking your way through the magical kingdom.”

You hadn’t meant for it to sound so bitter, yet here you were, your anger and possible jealousy getting the better of you. 

“Well, congrats.” he groaned in his deep agonizing voice and then began gagging on air in the most unattractive way. “Thanks for helping me...but I should go.”

You watched him as he tried to get off the couch, the weakness showing in his eyes and arms as he fell back against the cushions a few moments later. “Or maybe I could rest here for a bit longer.”

You exhaled slowly and then stepped towards him, your fingers automatically pressing against his forehead in a powerful joint. His eyes closed instantly and you ordered the curtains to fall shut again. 

“Sleep, Benjamin.”

*

Ben awoke in shock once more, the faint memory of having lived this before tumbling through his mind. 

Russia. 

Paris. 

Her. 

With a jolting headache he started another attempt at sitting up straighter, a ball of fur falling from his chest in the process. 

Her. 

His fingers still shaky he managed to get up; a deep gut-shattering hunger burning through his veins. 

Her. 

He was not sure how he had dragged himself into the kitchen; he did not realize he was hunting at all. 

Her. 

The witch’s blood was the only sound his ears seemed to pick up, her loud heartbeat his anchor as he took step by step, the desire almost hurting and clogging all other reasonably thoughts. 

Her. 

He watched her stand in front of the sink filling up a watering can for a few seconds; he could feel his eyes darkening, his fangs sharp against his bottom lip. 

Her. 

With a final leap he jumped forward in lightning speed…

… and was suddenly pressed against the opposite wall, his back pushed against a wooden cabinet, the tip of a dark oak wand drilled into the bottom of his chin, forcing him to make eye contact with her. 

*

“What exactly do you think you are doing?” you barked out, fury racing through your body as you studied his every move. You had to admit you quite enjoyed the scared little whimper noise coming from his pale lips. “Did you really think you could just sneak up on me in my own home and kill me? After I just fucking saved your ass in Russia of all places?”

His fear-filled eyes slowly returned to their natural green as they glanced towards your lips, another deep groan falling from his mouth while his fangs retracted and his shoulders fell back against the cabinet. “Do it. Come on. Kill me then. At least I don’t have to live with this constant hunger anymore.”

You shook your head, a feeling of almost pity making its way towards you heart and you quickly suppressed it by running your wand expertly downward and toward his non-beating heart. “That would be way too easy, Benjamin. You brought yourself into this.”

Hell, it would have been so easy, a few mumbled incantations, a quick lightning bolt, and the problem would have been solved forever. Except for the fact that you had promised Gwilym, and a promise in this world was worth more than any amount of money. 

You took a careful step backwards and then slipped the wand back into the shaft of your thigh-high boot before returning to your watering can. 

The vampire had not moved when you had turned around a minute later and you watched him curiously as you began watering the little herb garden in the corner of your kitchen. Could you have used magic to water it? Most definitely. But the love was what made it grow strong, a lot of magic users tended to forget that part. 

“I’m so hungry.” Benjamin finally choked out and then sank to the floor with a heavy grunt. “Human blood is...I’m sorry I tried to kill you.”

“You would have never succeeded with that but I appreciate the apology.” 

He managed to get up again by holding onto and steading himself on multiple objects of furniture and then staggered towards a test tube sitting on your kitchen table. “What the hell is that? It smells like a bloody cocktail.”

Not missing the irony he was oblivious to, you sent the watering can off back to its cabinet and then stepped next to the vampire, his radiating cold sending a shiver over your arms. “That’s your blood, Benjamin.”

Still mesmerized by the different colored streaks swimming in the dark red of his blood, he spoke quietly. “Where did you get this?” 

Not bothering to reply you reached for the tube and swirled it around for a bit before setting it back down. “See the silver? That’s mine. And the purple? Fairy blood. The blue is definitely from a mermaid. I am trying to figure out where that brownish copper stuff is from.”

“Werewolf.” he whispered so lowly you had almost missed it and then turned to fall into one of your kitchen chairs. His eyes were filled with despair in an almost translucent green tone as he met yours. “I’m losing my mind. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t even know what is happening to me.” His face fell onto his arms as he groaned again and you studied him cautiously, your head crooked to the side. 

“Can I draw another blood sample from you?” You finally asked and he nodded weakly, his forehead still pressed against the wood of your kitchen table. 

Honestly? He looked like shit. 

But the most beautiful shit you had ever seen unfortunately. 

Stepping closer you pulled on the material of his black long-sleeved dress shirt. “Can you take this off for me?”

You monitored him struggling with the top button for at least half a minute, his fingers too shaky to get it through the matching hole and then sighed. 

“Here, let me help.” Crouching down you placed his hands on his thighs and then began undoing one button after the next, careful not to let his naked skin touch your fingers. 

“My head hurts so bad, I can’t hear my own thoughts.” he mumbled whilst shrugging off his shirt and you only allowed yourself to marvel quickly at the faint scars running all along his skin in various places. 

You rummaged through the medical bag that had appeared next to your side and found a freshly sterilized syringe - this was the 21st century after all. “When was the last time you had magical blood?” 

He studied you closely as you turned his arm over and then ran a warm finger tip over his cold forearm, trying to find the perfect place to pierce his vein. You had to admit you missed doing this with a knife and a dirty coffee cup. 

“Maybe last week? It all blends together.” He hissed when you finally inserted the syringe and then began to draw blood into its adjacent tube expertly. 

“What kind of blood was it?” 

“Fairy.”

You nodded and then slowly removed the needle, his arm healing up instantly. 

“Do you know what’s wrong with me?” 

You nodded again and then motioned for another clear container to come flying your way. Waiting until you had transferred the last drop of his blood, you ultimately answered. “You are addicted to magical blood. Like an alcoholic...or a heroin addict. But your drug of choice is magical blood.”

He groaned as his head fell back. “Is there like a rehab for fucked vampires or something?”

“It’s not that easy.” you mumbled deep in concentration and used your hand to heat up the tube, its content splitting into its different colors instantly. You carefully studied the silver witch blood and then set the tube back down. “When was the last time you had witch blood, Benjamin?”

You had not been prepared for the way his eyes found yours like a ship a lighthouse. Even in his pained state they were still as magnificent and captivating as ever. And you hated yourself for thinking so. 

“I don’t know. Whenever we saw each other last. So...a few hundred years?”

“Right.” you whispered, a faint memory of his fangs against your back and neck running through your mind that you quickly pushed aside. “That’s not good.”

“What is?” The vampire groaned again, a growl leaving him as the veins under his eyes darkened. 

Your hand already back on your wand you relaxed as he slumped over, his back muscles contracting before he almost passed out, his forehead leaned against your table once more. 

“You are going through withdrawal. But unlike a drug addict, the magical blood isn’t leaving your system. It stays. That’s a problem, Benjamin.” 

He listened to your explanation in a seeming daze and you nodded to yourself before helping him by grabbing the underside of his arm. 

Somehow managing to get him into your bedroom and onto your king sized bed - the cats had to sleep somewhere too - you sighed as his eyes instantly fell shut from exhaustion. 

“How do I fix this?” he mumbled quietly, a droplet of sweat running down his forehead even though you didn’t know vampires could sweat. 

Taking off your shoes and placing your wand behind your ear you sat crossed legged next to him, a few cats sensing your unrest and cuddling up beside you immediately. “You aren’t fixing this at all. I might be, though.”

You watched him flip and noticed for the first time the glowing lines along his back in between his scars. Exhaling in shock you reached out to run a finger over one of the silver ones that ran all the way from his shoulder blade down the left side of his spine until it disappeared into the waistband of his black jeans. 

Yours. That line was yours. 

He hummed lightly as you followed a lilac shimmering line from his right toward his left as it faded out towards his waist. 

Too distracted by the way the blue line seemed to go on forever over his arm, you realized too late that he had shifted and only managed to shriek in shock when he had you pinned underneath him against the mattress all of the sudden. 

His eyes were black as night, the veins under them more prominent than ever, his fangs reflecting the faint light coming in from the kitchen. 

Holding your breath you tried to free your hands to reach for your wand that had fallen from your ear onto the pillow within his swift motion. 

However, before you had the chance to wrap your fingers around it, his body slumped against yours, his head falling heavily against your panting chest as a sound that sounded almost like a sob escaped him. 

“I’m so sorry.”

Still in shock you somehow willed yourself to use the free arm to instead run it lightly down his freezing naked back. “It’s alright.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Please help me.” 

You swallowed dryly before exhaling a breath you hadn’t noticed you were still holding. “I will.”

*

Ben awoke for a third time that day, this time in a bed and he vaguely remembered what had happened there as he tried to orientate himself. 

He watched a cat leave the room and then return a minute later with the witch following closely behind. He smiled lightly as he remembered their second meeting a few centuries ago. 

‘Do you understand them?’ - ‘When they want me to.’

“Good, you are up.” She stepped forward and then placed a shot glass filled with silver laced liquid onto the nightstand next to him. 

He eyed it nervously and then her. It had been a long time, but he could never forget that smell. 

“That’s your blood.” he finally stated the obvious and then tried to sit up against the headboard, every limb in his body protesting against the movement in agonizing pain. 

“It is. Mixed with some other stuff. But yes.” she explained and then sat down next to him, her leg almost touching his but not quite. 

So close but yet so far. 

He craved her - no he desired her, in ways he had forgotten about since that cabin in the woods. 

“I need you to be fully conscious while we discuss this. So drink up. I hope it’s enough.”

Ben nodded slowly and then reached for the glass, his fingers so shaky he pulled back instantly. “Can you?”

She nodded, a look of uncertainty hushing over her features before she leaned forward and brought the small glass to his bottom lip. 

In one eager sip he swallowed the liquid down, his senses awakening not even the fracture of a second later, the life filling his body once again, a newfound strength rumbling deep in his bones and muscles. 

“Thank you.”

She sighed. “Don’t thank me yet. We have a lot to do.”

Not managing to suppress the impulse, he watched his hand reach out to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen into her face and tugged it behind her ear. 

Pretending not to hear how her heartbeat had sped up at the motion he cleared his throat. “Lay it on me then. What do we need.”

Her hand shot into the air and she caught the paper and pen flying towards her head just in time and then dropped both utensils against his chest. “We need a list of all the magical people you have drank from. When I say all, I mean all, okay?” She got up. “I will be in the other room. Just come out when you are done. Take your time. It’s important.”

*

You had not even set foot into your living room yet when your eyes fell onto the tall demon standing in the middle of your pentagram, a ball of fur protectively cuddled up in his arms. 

“I believe this is yours.”

You smiled excitedly as you practically ran the remaining steps and then allowed the cat to jump on your shoulder in a swift motion before purring. “You found her! Thank you so much...I...thank you, Gwilym.”

The demon smirked, his eyes finally settling on their usual rose quartz color, before they fell toward the floor. “You could thank me by removing this salt circle. I have been standing here for at least five minutes like an idiot.”

“Right. Sorry.” you giggled and with a wave of your hand, some of the salt lifted and dropped into a neat pile in the corner of the room. 

“Thank you.” Gwilym stated as he seated himself on your couch. “So how is it going with Ben?”

“It’s going.” you sighed and then fell onto the cushion next to him, your head almost automatically falling into his lap. “This was a big favor to call in.”

His sharp nails began softly running along your scalp and you purred happily as he answered. “May I remind you of the counter performance I did for you? I strictly remember this weird position we were in where we-”

“We do not talk about this.”

An image appeared in your mind, of the demon’s body towering over yours, your breathing going fast as his hips…

“Don’t.” you pressed out and the picture vanished as fast as it had formed. 

“Or what?” his eyes had turned into a dark black and you sat up straight as you allowed your magic and energy to collect in your center, the light in you burning brighter and brighter, your eyes pierced into his, your powers ready to collide…

Before the both of you broke out into a fit of giggles and laughter, his face falling into the crook of your neck, where he pressed a quick kiss against your pulse point once he had collected himself. 

The demon sat up slowly and spoke without turning around. “Hello, Ben.”

You turned to look at the vampire that was leaning in the door frame under a thorny plant, a crinkled sheet of paper in his hand as his eyes glowed in a dark green. 

“Am I interrupting something?”

You cleared your throat and quickly ran your fingers through your from the massage messed up hair. “You are not. Gwilym was about to leave anyway.”

With a motion of your hand the candles on the floor lit up and the lines in between began to glow almost as brightly as the ones on the vampire’s back. 

Your eyes fell toward the cat curled up on the armchair and then onto the tall demon as he stepped into the middle of the circle. “Thank you again.”

“For you always, my love.” he replied with a knowing smirk before vanishing and you turned in place to find Benjamin staring at you, his face filled with something that you could only pinpoint as jealousy. 

You almost smiled to yourself. 

How does it feel when the tables are turned, vampire?

*

“Did you get the list?” 

Ben ripped himself from his trance, his mind still replaying the two of them laughing on the couch, Gwil’s lips where his own should be. “Yea. Here.”

She took the paper from him and he studied her closely as she tried not to look shocked when she saw all the names (at least the ones he had remembered that didn’t say “some tree fairy”). It was okay. He had been, too. He hadn’t been aware of how out of control he was. 

Now that he had finally stilled his hunger, although he was aware that the little amount would wear off quite fast at this point, he could finally think straight again after all. 

“And you are sure these are all?” 

He nodded and then fell to the floor, his still naked back leaned against the side of the couch, a cat demanding to be pet instantly by curling up against his legs. 

“Okay. It’s important for the ratio.”

“The ratio?”

She took a deep breath and then sat down in front of him, her knees almost touching his as she crossed her legs. “I have worked out a spell...a potion so to speak. But you are going to help me get the ingredients. The creatures have to give them to you out of their own will so I can’t just ask for them to be delivered here like I normally do.”

He nodded as he followed along, unsure where this was going, but highly aware that he would not like it. 

“We need some mermaid scales, some werewolf hair, a bunch of fairy petals...seriously what is wrong with you and the fairies?”

He shrugged and then leaned forward without thinking, his nose bumping into hers with the newfound confidence her blood had seemed to have given him. “What about you? What do I need from you?”

Her breath ghosted over his cold cheeks with every exhale, warming them up, bringing him back to life for a second each time. “My magic should do.”

His eyes fell towards her lips, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth nervously. 

“We should get started.” she finally whispered to interrupt the silence that had settled between and around them, only tainted by the sound of her heart beating fast in her chest and in Ben’s ears. 

With a last glance towards her lips, the vampire nodded and then pulled back. “We should.”

*****

Thanks for reading. As already mentioned there will be a Halloween special (18+) that will be about the ritual that Witch!reader and Demon!Gwil performed. So stay tuned for that :)

I can only imagine it’d be a one in a million thing - being an Omega AND a vampire. This fateful trick that feels as though life’s cursed him twice over, and every part of him craving the relief from desires he can’t control

For one thing, there’s the bloodlust. Eating him alive, night after night: swimming in his blood, making his throat ache as he pulls up the fabric of his hoodie and twirls a drawstring around his pale fingertip. How he’ll walk and walk through backstreets until he’s lost enough that any stranger he sinks his teeth into won’t ever see him again

But the mortal cravings don’t dissipate, even if that feels like a pointless venture now he’s undead. Lust is so carnal that it breaks him apart: without the relief of blood, his body falls into a powerful heat that makes him a creature of need

Makes him fuck his slicked cock between his pillows; biting down on the fabric and tearing through it with his fangs. Slicing through feathers to find some relief when his blood catches - knowing he needs life, needs warmth

A knot to milk him, and an Alpha to milk in return

Just like that, he’ll always cum so hard that he’ll choke on tears that won’t let go. He’ll scramble and shiver and throb, and just like that: he’ll be lost in the fantasy all over again

An Alpha female. A human - sharing her blood and knot with him; kissing his gland and rubbing his sore fangs. Letting him keep her safe and warm and wanted. His most perfect mate

Restless from his heat and too turned on to cope: he’ll walk the streets at night with trembling hands clenched into fists, counting under his breath with every step. Too hard to focus on anything but the aching of his cock, pulsing in time with the dryness in his throat

Eventually, he’ll resolve he can solve at least one of those things, even if he’s not sure he’ll ever resolve the other

He’ll take the nearest human and drink until he’s woozy. Until his stomach is full, and he can retreat back into the shadows to wait for it all to mix into his system and take his heat with it

It takes hours, but slowly

Painfully

It’ll pass

He just hopes one day he’ll meet the right human to change everything

He nodded, thanking the bartender as he handed you two your drinks. He took a sip before turning back to you.

         “And you’re a human,” he observed. “Alone?”

You scoffed. “My friends ditched me.”

         “It’s not safe ya know,” he commented, pushing your drink towards you. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he let his lips come into a small smile. “Monsters about.”

         “Like you?”

         “Worse than me.” He smirked over his cup, his hand coming to grab your wrist gently. He turned your hand over and traced the blue veins on the underside of your wrist gently. “You’re very loud, ya know.”

         “My pulse?” you questioned, watching his finger trace your palm.

         “It’s what drew me over here,” he told you. “It was like you were calling to me.”

You took your drink and brought it to your lips, not quite taking a drink yet. The way his fingers were moving over your skin was really taking over your thoughts causing your breath to pick up. You swallowed thickly before finally taking a drink.

         “Well, thank you for the drink,” you hummed, leaning towards him. “You’re very handsome.”

He smirked again, pressing his fingers against your pulse. A whine made its way through your throat and his smirk turned into a cheeky grin, allowing you to see the point of his teeth.

         “Would you like to come to my booth?” he murmured, pulling you closer by your wrist.

         “How do I know I can trust you,” you whispered back.

         “You can’t.”

You looked up at him, finding his green eyes meeting yours. For some reason, you trusted him. You grabbed his hand and nodded. His skin was oddly cold, not something you were expecting but it was oddly comforting. He started pulling you through the crowd, keeping you close to him, tucked into his shoulder as you walked to the back of the bar. There in the back, was an empty booth where he let you sit down. He slid in next to you, sliding his arm around your back, though you didn’t feel trapped between him and the wall. You felt safer with him than alone.

         “So, what were you looking for tonight?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged, looking at your drink. “Don’t really know. Whatever found me I guess. You said this was your booth, what does that mean?”

         “Well. I’m a partial owner,” he explained, nonchalantly. “Me and my three other mates went in on it together. And this booth.” He tapped the wood. “Is mine.”

         “Are they all…” You gestured towards him. “Like you.”

He nodded. “Rami is a demon, Joe is a Vampire as well, and Gwil is a werewolf.”

Your eyes widened as you realized just how in over your head you were. You were dealing with monsters and demons and things you never thought you’d come into contact with. But for some reason, you were scared. You were seriously turned on. You shifted in your seat, leaning back against his shoulder.

         “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, bringing his hand to your chin, moving it towards him. You tried desperately not to look up at him, but you felt yourself drawn upwards. His eyes were pulling you in again and you couldn’t look away. He titled your head and stroked his hand down your neck. “I can hear you. You’re scared.” He moved down to graze your soft skin with his mouth, his teeth scraping slightly. “Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you.” You felt yourself let out a soft moan. “Please let me know if this is okay.” You couldn’t find words, so you just nodded, but he pulled back. “I need to hear you say it.”

         “Yes, please yes,” you begged, grabbing onto his shirt.

He dove back into your neck, attacking it with his lips. He sucked and nipped at your skin causing you to cry out as your hands flew to his hair. You wanted to know what it felt like. To feel him sink his teeth into your skin and lap at your blood. But he wouldn’t. He just sucked on a piece of your skin, no doubt leaving a dark mark. You whined and pressed on his head, pulling him closer. He pressed a kiss to the mark he’d just made before pulling back and looking down at you. You knew you looked desperate, but right now staring at him with his eyes a much darker shade now and his lips swollen, you didn’t care.

         “Patience, love, needed to mark you,” he told you, his fingers brushing the bruise. You shuddered slightly. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your breathing hitched and you bit your bottom lip. “Does that make you mine?”

Amusement flickered across his eyes and he leaned back in the booth.

         “For tonight, yes,” he confirmed.

You placed your hand on his thigh and moved forward. “Then shouldn’t I mark you?”

He raised an eyebrow and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you pressed against him.p

         “Well, what are you waiting for,” he murmured, and he presented his neck to you.

You leaned into him, feeling as his hands drifted down to your ass, pressing you into his hips. You pressed teasing kisses onto his neck, moving slowly to his jaw. You moved your hand to the other side of his neck, pressing him closer to your lips. He moaned as you brushed your teeth against a particularly sensitive part of his skin. You focused in on that part starting to suck and nip at the skin. He moved one of his hands from your ass to your neck, tugging on your hair. Your head pulled back as he tugged on your hair. He dragged his mouth along your neck, not kissing or anything just taking you in.

         “Let me take you to my place,” he murmured, kissing your collar bone. “I need to have you.” His voice was almost a growl. You could tell he was retraining himself from just taking you right there.

         “Okay,” you breathed out. He let you get off his lap but as soon as he stood up, he’s got his arm wrapped around you, keeping you close to him. It was almost like the crowd parted for him as he walked by. People turned to look and as soon as they saw the mark on your neck they hissed away. You made it out in the open air before you knew it and then you were in his apartment. It felt like you had blinked, and you were there. And maybe you had. But here he was, pinning you against his wall just mouthing up the side of your jaw.

         “Ben, please,” you whined, tugging at his shirt.

         “I’ve got you love,” he growled. “I’m going to take care of you.”

He grabbed onto your thighs and lifted you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you through his house and all you could do was grab onto his neck and pray he didn’t drop you. But eventually he brought you into his room and laid you down on his bed. He dragged his hands down your body finally reaching your skirt. He grabbed the zipper on the side of it and tugged it down slowly, agonizingly, pulling down your legs. You lifted your hips towards him, wanting to hurry the process along. He chuckled and pressed down on your hips.

         “Patience, love.” He hooked a finger into your lacy panties and dragged those down as well. “Jesus, darling.” He dragged two fingers through your folds, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers. “You’re soaked.” He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the wetness off of them. “Do you want to taste?” You felt completely breathless by his actions. And looking at him you didn’t feel like you could say no to him. So, you nodded. He swiped his fingers through your core again then pressed them against your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked them in. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, making sure to completely clean them off. His features were blown open with lust and his eyes were starting to have a darker tint.

“Can I make you feel good?” Again, he was checking in on you. And, you sighed, nodding furiously, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers. “Alright, you can let go now.”

You opened your mouth and he pulled his fingers away from you. But instead of wiping them off he pressed them against your entrance. Your breath hitched as your hips rutted forward trying to gain some traction, but he just shushed you, pulling his fingers away.

         “You need to hold still, yeah?” he asked, his eyes commanding even though his voice was soft. He moved his fingers back to your entrance and rubbed soft circles just on the outside. Then he slowly pressed in, causing a breathy whine to leave your throat. Ben leaned up and mouthed at your throat as you leaned back giving him space. He thrusted his fingers in and out, slowly picking up the pace. Ben’s teeth scraped against your neck and you could tell he was holding himself back from just sinking into you.

         “Ben, please,” you murmured. “Go ahead.”

He sucked in a breath through his nose, shaking his head. “If I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

He brought his thumb to your clit and you cried out, throwing your head back against the bed. His fingers filled you so perfectly, just a slight stretch giving the perfect balance between pleasure and pain. The faster he went, syncing the tight circles on your clit match the thrusting of his fingers, the tighter the coil wrapped in your stomach. You shut your eyes, trying to hold it off longer.

         “Please, Ben, please, please, please.” The word was a mantra on your tongue. He smirked against your neck, licking a spot with his tongue before looking at you one more time for confirmation. “Please.”

The second he sunk his teeth into your neck, you saw white as pure pleasure took over your body. Your back arched and your breath caught in your throat. For a second, you didn’t breathe. The only thing you felt was an intense pulsing and static pleasure all over your body. Then there was a faint murmur. Something breaking through the loud ringing in your ear. You opened your eyes and looked down, meeting the pair of green eyes looking up at you.

         “Come back to me, love, come back.” He sounded like he was under water and you couldn’t quite focus on him. “There you go, come on back.”

And then you found the energy to start breathing again. Your chest started heaving and you reached out to grab the blanket.

         “There you are.” He smiled at you, kissing your neck. “Lost you there for a second.”

Your eyes were wide as you looked down on him. “What… I… what?”

         “That was pretty intense,” he told you. He brought a finger up and wiped a drop of blood off your neck, licking it off. “You taste divine.”

You sat up on your elbows, reaching over to run your hand through his hair. Though you were exhausted, you didn’t want this to end. You pulled him up to connect your lips. You could taste the metallic taste of your blood on his lips and it made you crazy. He quickly took control, shoving his tongue into your mouth. His fangs caught on your lip occasionally, drawing a touch of blood. Your tongues twisted together for a moment longer before he pulled back.

         “Are you ready to move on?” he asked, his voice getting husky again. You glanced down and saw his hard-on straining through his suit pants and you realized he was still entirely clothed. You nodded again and he rolled off the bed. You scooted back, pressing your back against the headboard. He threw his jacket to the side then pulled off his shirt. God, it was like he had been sculpted in marble by God himself. Not being able to help yourself, you stood up on your knees and walked over to him. He raised his eyebrows at you as you grabbed him by his belt buckle and pulled him closer to you. He brought his hand to cup your chin and captured you in another kiss. But this time, you didn’t let yourself get lost. You reached your hand down and unzipped his pants before reaching in and grabbing onto his length. His groaned into your mouth, turning his head to rest against yours. You pulled it out of his boxers and started stroking slightly. You swiped your thumb over his tip, collecting some of the pre-cum dribbling out of his tip and used it to lubricate your hand. You started to jerk him off slowly but surely. He kissed the corner of your mouth before reaching down and pulling you away from him.

         “Let’s get this shirt off of you, yeah?” Again, that commanding look mixed with the soft tone. He reached down and pulled your shirt over your head. He stared at your, pulling his lip into mouth. “Bloody hell.” He brought his hand to cup your breast, squeezing it softly, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. “You’re beautiful. Do you know that?”

His tone was so soft, and it almost took you aback. You blushed and looked down, feeling small under his gaze.

         “Don’t hide from me,” he insisted, pushing your chin back up. “I want to try something…is that okay?” You nodded, smiling again feeling excited. You sat back as he kicked off his pants, his boxer’s following shortly after. He sat down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. You were mesmerized by the way he moved as he reached over to grab a rubber from his bedside stand. And by his incredibly hard cock that was red and pulsing. He patted his thighs, beckoning you towards him. You moved to straddle him, feeling his dick press against your stomach. He pulled you forward by your neck, nipping slightly at your collar bone. You sat up slightly, grabbing his cock with your hand and lining it up with your entrance. He grabbed onto your waist and helped you lower yourself onto him. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily as you tried to adjust to his size. Eventually, you bottomed out letting out a shaky breath.

         “Ben…” you said softly, gripping onto his hand. You felt so full. His cock twitching and leaking inside of you made you desperate to get off but his hands were keeping you down firmly. “Please”

         “I want you to stay there, alright?” he told you. “I promise this will feel good.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, trying very hard not to rut your hips forward. “Just stay still.”

He brought his mouth back to your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. You knew what he was about to do, and you felt your pulse start to race as a result. “Are you okay?”

You whimpered, holding back some tears in your eyes from how desperate you were. The anticipation was killing you. Then his teeth pierced your skin and you thought for sure you were going to die. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your grip on his hands tightened. You could feel his tongue moving against your neck, lapping at the blood. His hand moved to your breast, flicking over your tit as he massaged them. And for a moment, that was it. His tongue and this thumb moving in tandem. Pressing and flicking. Giving you an inordinate amount of pleasure you’d never felt before. Then he pressed one more kiss to your neck before pulling away.

         “How are you feeling,” he asked, drawing your attention back to him. You looked at him, not fully aware of anything other than the millions of sensations your body was feeling.

         “Please, please move,” you begged, your voice breathless.

         “I need you to breathe first, love, can you do that?”

It was really hard to do what he asked. It was becoming increasingly harder to concentrate on anything other than his hand on your chest and his cock in your cunt.

         “Just breath, yeah?” He cocked his head at you. “Or we’re gonna have to stop.”

As much as you didn’t want to stay in this position, you didn’t want to leave him so you nodded. Breathing in as much as you can before breathing out slowly.

         “There you go, love.” He brushed back your hair. Then he lifted you up slowly before pulling you back down. “Start out slow.”

You slowly took control of the tempo, moving your hands to his shoulders to give you some leverage. You started grinding against him, revealing in the way his head rolled back against the headboard. You picked up your pace, looking down to watch as he moved in and out of you. But Ben wasn’t having that. He grabbed your chin and pulled it up to his lips, fiercely capturing your lips in his. You bounced faster as the kiss became more intense. Ben growled picking you up off of him. He rolled over, moving to lay on top of you before reentering with a new and bruising speed. His grip on your hips was painful but you honestly didn’t care. All you cared about was the heat growing in your stomach and the look in Ben’s green eyes.

         “Are you close? God, I can feel you clenching around me,” he rumbled. “Be my good girl?  Cum around my cock, love.” You moaned loudly, wanting to obey but not being right there yet. He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit, and you gasped. “Let me see your gorgeous face. Go on, love, cum for me, cum!” He bent down and sunk his teeth into your collarbone and everything was done.

Your body froze and for a millisecond you thought you had died. But then your whole body was wrapped in warmth and pleasure as your orgasm rushed through you. It was a solid 30 seconds before you could relax against the bed and breath again. When you opened your eyes, you realized Ben was gone and you were alone in his bed. You were groggy but you still pushed yourself up onto your elbows.

         “Ben?” you called out.

         “One second, darling.” His voice sounded but you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. “Just lay down, you need your energy.”

It wasn’t long before he returned with a plate of food and some water along with a wet rag.

         “You’ll need this,” he told you, coming to sit on the bed next to you. He grabbed the rag and pressed it against your head. The warm feeling really helped the groggy feeling start to dissipate. “And eat some of this.” He presented you with some soup and helped you sit up so you could eat it better.

         “Is that how it is every time?” you breathed out, turning to look at him.

He chuckled, coming to sit next to you. “Not usually as intense.”

         “What is that supposed to mean?”

         “It means…” He took your hand and brought it to his lips. “I’ve never felt like that before.” You blushed as you sipped on your soup. He knocked his shoulder against yours. “I should’ve known you were meant to be mine when your blood was calling to me.”

         “Oh, you meant that?” you giggled. “I thought that was a bad pick up line.”

He just laughed. It was weird. Seeing him in this natural setting compared to the dominant persona he had just minutes before then. The two of you made small talk while you finished your soup, feeling your strength come back.

         “I guess, you’ll want me to leave now,” you said quietly, setting the soup down on the bedside table.. But instead of letting you get up, he grabbed you and pulled you back into his chest.

         “Oh, no,” he chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. “You think I’m letting you get away from me after this.”  You shrieked and pressed your hands against his chest, pushing yourself up so you could look at him. It was easy to forget that he was a highly dangerous monster when he was just looking at you with a smile and those beautiful green eyes you could easily forget. So, instead you leaned in and kissed him. Not fueled by lust but just because you wanted to.

“How are you going to blend in with your color switching eyes?” Joe kept questioning as he marched through the crowd next to Ben. 

“Believe me.” Gwil turned to face him. “People will just think I have some fancy new contact lenses from Amazon.”

Ben was about to shake his head when a female voice allowed a shiver to run down his spine - which was hard, since he was already fairly cold to begin with. 

“Sorry, I know I am late, Gwil. Won’t happen again.” she smiled and then hugged the demon overly excited. 

Her hair glittered in all sorts of pastel rainbow colors and ironically enough she was wearing a short pastel blue dress, sparkling in the torch lights from above. 

Still examining the way the alive flowers draped over and moved all along her legs and arms, Ben waited for her to be done hugging Joe before speaking. “You know Halloween is supposed to be a scary season, right?”

“Oh, I can be scary alright, Benny.” she grinned and took a step towards him that he quickly avoided. She smelled like roses and lavender and freshly watered soil. He hated it.

Spinning he faced Gwil. “Why did you invite the fairy?”

“Because, my dearest Ben.” the demon growled deeply to put the vampire in his place. “She is a friend of mine and Joe and I like her. I don’t know what your problem with her is anyway. She is lovely. She is a fairy. They are lovely by nature.”

Ben groaned but then followed the two men dressed in black and the sparkling PomPom ball towards the entryway of the Halloween fair. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like her. She just...did this thing. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly it was, but she somehow managed to get into his head, and he absolutely hated how he lost his mind over it. 

*

“So I haven’t seen you in quite a bit.” Joe smiled as he fell into step alongside you behind Gwil. “What have you been up to?” 

You curiously observed his glowing eyes and ashy skin. It was true, you hadn’t hung out with the ‘bad crew’ as your fairy friends lovingly called the three men, in a while. You sighed. “Oh, you know the normal. Making people fall in love, breaking hearts, trying to protect earth which is a never-ending task with the humans around.”

You had made it to the front of the ticket line and Joe was about to search for his wallet, when you stepped in front of him. “My treat.”

With a wink you faced the young guy sitting in the little booth and met his eyes head on, your own irises radiating colors softly through the night. “You don’t mind my friends and I going in without paying, do you?” 

Completely charmed by your presence, he nodded, then shook his head, and speechlessly handed you four tickets. 

“Lovely. Thank you so much.” You smiled at him and then giggled lightly as his face blushed and he lowered his point of view to stare at his hands instead, his ears glowing in bright red. 

You heard Ben groan behind you. “We could have easily compelled him, too, you know. But we wanted to be honorable people and pay.”

You turned and came chest to chest with the handsome vampire, his green eyes sparkling dangerously at you. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Benny. I simply asked nicely.”

The blonde rolled his eyes dramatically and then followed the unofficial demon leader of your group with a disapproving growl. “Of course you did. Gwil, why did you bring her again?”

You watched as Gwil spun, his nails extended for fight, his irises completely blacked out instead of their usual rainbow spectrum. “Ben, if you complain one more time about our lovely company I am going to send your ass straight to hell for the night. Understood?”

His lips pressed tightly together, the vampire nodded obediently like a puppy and you heard Joe try not to laugh behind your back. 

“Great.” Gwil switched back to his usual self and then turned to face the entire group. “So, what do you want to do first?” 

“Hell ride.” Joe started with a chuckle. “Since Ben is almost there already.”

“Very funny.” his friend growled but nonetheless you all made your way to the ride at the corner of the fair. 

You enjoyed this time of the night. Midnight was approaching and although you were normally more of a sun type - obviously - something about the calming night sky, the stars twinkling above, and the light breeze that promised danger - that wasn’t danger for you - made you feel all bubbly and happy inside. 

In excitement you eyed the dark entrance, the neon paint on the walls being illuminated by UV lights above. You couldn’t help but smile at the witch’s shrine. Oh humans, they had no idea who the real enemy was. 

“Two people fit into a cart so it seems.” Gwil smiled devilishly as the queue moved forward. “Why don’t you share a ride with our lovely fairy here, Ben? Maybe it will cure your endless grudge on the fairy world. If you are okay with that, my love.”

Giggling, a flower on your shoulder moving up to rake around your neck lightly, you nodded. “Of course. I’d love to spend some time with Benny here.” 

You turned to him with an innocent but mischievous look in your eyes and he was about to reply to you when he spotted the demon behind you watching his every move. 

“Fine. Just don’t fucking touch me.”

*

“It’s going to be hard, Benny, the carts are quite small. But I will do my best.” The fairy smiled as she stepped into the small dark brown car before he fell down next to her and stared into the tunnel ahead that probably was a lot more exciting when you didn’t have night vision. 

“This is ridiculous.” he mumbled to himself as he tried to press his side against the cart’s walls - furthest away from her he could manage in the limited space. God, he hated Gwil for this entire night. 

She sighed next to him and then closely examined the mummy that had appeared to her right as the cart slowly began to move along the rails. 

With a thunder going off in the background, Ben used the time in almost absolute darkness to take a closer look at her. Why did fairies always have to be so incredibly pretty? It’s like they forced you to freaking stare at them all day long. Personally he preferred witches - a certain one in particular - any time. 

“What if I get scared, Ben? Can I hold your hand?” Her whisper had ripped him from his thoughts to the cabin in the woods and propelled him straight back to the tiny cart with the fairy that was definitely evil. What was it about them that everyone thought they were so lovely and innocent. Definitely not innocent in his opinion. 

“I know this doesn’t scare you.” Ben growled in response and watched in indifference as a skeleton popped out from the ceiling. “So don’t even try.”

“But Benny.” she whispered, her voice like honey, right before her hand placed itself on his black jeans. 

A shiver ran down his back and through possibly every single vein in his entire body until it had reached his brain and he tried his hardest not to show how the glowing hand against his cold thigh affected him. 

“Stop.” he pressed out through gritted teeth, his brain feeling cloudy and like he was watching himself from far apart. 

With a shrug she lifted her hand back into her own lap and then toyed with the fake spider that had suddenly appeared over her head. “Your wish is my command.” 

*

You could still feel his tension next to you and you had to admit, toying with him never failed to amuse you. He was just so responsive to every little thing you did. From humans you were used to no less, but normally creatures of the night were harder to break. You remembered distinctively how you had tried to charm Gwil once; it had taken all your energy until he had only so much as felt the spark inside of him. Yet with Ben, the vampire had opened like a seashell the first time you had ever so much as laid eyes on him. 

Had that been the reason you had agreed to this outing? Possibly. 

But hey, immortality got boring after a while and some entertainment was never a bad thing, right?

You noticed his eyes on you from the side as if you couldn’t see his glowing green stare through the darkness and smiled to yourself before taking a breath and then turning to face him, your eyes capturing his before he had a chance to turn away. “Well, Benny.” you whispered as his eyes became a brighter hue of green under your gaze he couldn’t escape from. “What is it you wish for?” 

“I-...you-...” he stuttered out, his normally so low and sexy voice high-pitched in confusion. 

You watched him squirm flustered against the seat for another few seconds in amusement and then released him by averting your eyes towards the danger sign next to the cart. 

Once he had composed himself he growled, his fangs no doubt bared in your direction. You could almost make out the faint dark veins becoming prominent under his eyes as anger radiated through his aura. “I told you to not fucking do that.”

“I didn’t even do anything.” you smiled and then blinked against the light as you had reached the end of the ride you had admittedly not been very focussed on. 

*

Gwil and Joe were already waiting at the exit and Ben slouched his shoulders aggressively as he tried to get a hold of himself. This stupid fucking fairy and her stupid fucking fairy magic were going to be the death of him that would never come otherwise. He hated that she was able to get into his head. He was the dark creature. Made from demons and hell. He should definitely have the upper hand over her stupid flower power whisper magic. For fuck’s sake. 

“Did you have fun?” Joe laughed when he noticed Ben’s tensed look and gave him a pat on the back that momentarily ripped the vampire from his trance. 

“Oh, it was great. So spooky.” he heard her giggle behind him next to the demon. Ben wanted to rip out her throat and suck her dry. Stupid fucking fairies. Having too much power over him. 

“I’m glad you had fun.” Gwil replied and although people were separating him from the pair Ben could still hear every word they spoke. 

“Oh, we had fun. I think Ben quite enjoyed himself actually.”

Quite enjoyed himself. Yea, right. Ben rolled his eyes while he tried to zone back into the conversation Joe was clearly trying to have with him. 

“You know she only gets into your head because you are so receptive to it, right?” the vampire laughed. “She has never managed to charm me.”

“Well, I can’t fucking help it, Joe. Something about fairy magic, man.”

“I can’t help you, dude. You must have done something to piss them off.” Joe continued as they came to a halt to wait for the remaining group members - unfortunately. “What did you do? Killed one of them? Teamed up with a witch?”

At the last word, Ben spun to face his friend. Caught in the act. “What do you mean, team up with a witch?”

Joe raised an eyebrow as if that was something Ben should be well aware of, but nonetheless began explaining as if he was talking to a first grader. “Well, there is this endless feud between the witches and the fairies? Witches blood having healing properties, fairy’s blood being like poison? Each thinking their own kind is the supreme magic worker?” Joe sighed. “Anyway, it’s not like you got involved with either side, right? So that can’t be it.”

“Right.” Ben nodded, his mind thinking back to the hours spent in bed with the young witch, books and candles floating over their heads as their powers and bodies collided. “Right.”

Damn it. 

“What do you guys think about the haunted house?” Gwil asked as he appeared in human earshot of them. “Maybe there are some vampires in there.”

Ben heard another fairy giggle and he tried not to inhale her rose scent or look at her as he felt her glowing eyes on him. “Oh yes! I love vampires!”

*

You felt his glare on you before you heard his deep growl and fell alongside him with ease, the flowers on your arms vibrating lightly in excitement.

Almost as if on accident - but obviously not quite so accidental - your hand brushed along his as you walked and you smiled softly about the way his eyes turned dark, then brightening light and he shivered slightly. 

“Just please stop.” he finally stated, his voice a weird mix between a groan and a whimper that was like music to your ears. 

Now fully into the game of making this night more interesting you shrugged and followed Gwil and Joe into the haunted mansion that was filled with informative papers in case of an emergency. Bureaucracy. Very scary indeed. “Or what, Benny?”

“You know I could just fucking bite you.” he hissed whilst pretending to listen to the human dressed in a zombie costume that was currently going over safety guidelines inside the house. 

You laughed. “To do what? Poison yourself? Good try, Ben.”

He groaned, seemingly not daring to say another word as Gwilym was within earshot of the two of you. Even better. 

You somehow managed to get split up into two pairs yet again and while the vampire was clearly not happy about the turn of events, you were even more giddy. Honestly? Coming here you had expected to toy with his mind a little bit, get yourself the thrill before going back to the nature reservation just outside of town where you currently helped rebuild a collection of endangered flowers. But this, yes this was so much more fun. Deep down you were a girl after all - even if you were never aging and had never been a little girl - but deep down, girls just wanted to have fun, right? 

And messing with the handsome vampire was so much fun. 

You strolled along with him through the dark hallways, scary music, sounds, and screams in the background as you followed his fast steps through the darkness; aware of the fact that your hair was glowing quite unnaturally from the excitement. You could blame it on the UV lights, though. It was Halloween, this was fine. 

Still waiting patiently for your chance, you finally got it when a human with a chainsaw jumped out in front of you. 

Faking being scared and startled, your hand reached out to grip Ben’s arm, your fingers against the cold material of his black shirt sparkling lightly as he hissed and then ripped himself free. 

“I swear to god, fucking stop it!” 

Coming closer, a spiky flower wringing through your hair, you bit your bottom lip as you stared him down daringly. “Or what, Benny? You have no power in this.” 

Before you had realized what was happening, he must have gripped your waist and carried you in vampire-speed. Because sure as hell, the next thing you knew your back was pressed against a cold wall in a dark corner somewhere away from the main hallway. 

You could barely make out anything except his eyes turning dark in the little light your hair still provided. 

Then he went for it. 

*

Before he had a chance to think twice about his actions, Ben had moved the fairy’s hair to the side, exposing her glittering and blank neck to him. 

He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen. 

He was aware of the fact that a fairy’s blood was essentially poison to night creatures. 

However, he also knew that something must be different about him. 

And she was making him so fucking mad. 

With a last growl he waited for her reaction, but she just stared at him in shock, not fully registering what was happening to her. 

Finally having the upper hand, Ben dove in, his fangs piercing her neck whilst a sigh escaped from her lips. 

Not waiting another second he licked the first drops of blood off her neck before they had the chance to roll towards her shoulder and taint her dress. He was a gentleman after all. 

The dark lilac liquid brizzled strangely on his tongue and Ben waited for a reaction of his body that never came. Instead, he just craved more. 

Her blood was hot and sweet, yet reminded him of something his mum used to bake for him a few hundred years ago before she and everyone he had ever loved had died. 

With a groan he attached his mouth to the wound, his teeth scraping along her bruising skin as he sucked more and more blood from her, his stomach feeling warm, his brain feeling foggy and high in all the good ways. 

Licking over the bite he studied her reaction to his saliva and she didn’t fail to sigh as her head fell back against the wall as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. 

Grinning about the fact that he had finally made her shut up he licked another stripe along the wound and then took a step back to watch her, her face distorted in a blissful moan, the flowers on her arms shifting through different colors and weaving themselves tighter over her forearms. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Who said I didn’t have power, fairy?”

He could tell she tried to compose herself, his saliva still running through her system a little too strongly for her to gain full control of herself. She seemed to think thoroughly before groaning as if she had made a connection in her head. 

She groaned. “Who was the little witch toy, Ben?”

He grinned, his eyes completely black, the veins under them sticking out in all sorts of blues and purples, his fangs reflected the glowing light of her hair and skin as he raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know, glitter princess?”

*

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair, the streak you had touched changing its color involuntarily. You couldn’t help it. You still felt unsteady on your feet. 

You had been bitten before, but in a fight. And every single time it had hurt or killed the other creature. This, this was new. You weren’t sure if you liked it. 

You should have known, however, the way he seemed to be unable to resist your charms and touch. Something else was cursing through his body besides his own powers. You should have known. You should have fucking seen this coming. 

Well, that’s what you got for playing, right?

You sighed and then rolled your eyes, a flower reaching out to catch the blood running down your neck with its petals before it could reach the hem of your dress. 

“Well, Benny, now what?”

You saw it. 

It was there. 

A microsecond glance of his darkened eyes towards your mouth. 

You hadn’t made it up. 

And you hadn’t charmed him in the slightest. 

This was all him. 

The air got knocked out of your lungs as he collided with your chest and pressed you further against the stone wall. 

He growled into your surprised gasp, his voice deep and sinfully. “Fuck you.”

You hungrily accepted his lips on yours, the cold of his tongue colliding with the warmth of yours as his hands raked up the sides of your thighs and along the branches on your arms to grab your hands and slam them against the wall over your head. 

Using one strong hand to hold your wrists in place he used the other to grip your jaw and force you to look up at him. “Who has the power now?”

Biting into his bottom lip violently and knowing you couldn't hurt him this way, you concentrated on your hands and he hissed when the glow from your wrists burned his skin and forced him to let go off you. 

“It’s not as easy as you think, vampire.”

Checking over his shoulder to make sure you were still alone in the hallway you willed for the flowers around your forearms to grow and push Ben against the wall next to you. 

Your rolls now reversed, you stepped in front of him, quite enjoying the view of him struggling against the tendrills that were pressing his cold back against the evenly cold stone. “See, you might have witches' blood running through you, but that doesn’t make you some sort of super creature.” 

Taking another step forward you came to a halt directly in front of him, your eyes mimicking the glow in his as you reached up to collect a drop of your blood from one of the flower petals with your finger. With a smile on your lips you ran your bloody finger tip along his bottom lip and he automatically opened his mouth to lick it off, a growl escaping his lips as he shivered slightly. 

Giggling about his reaction you mimicked his earlier motion of grabbing his jaw and obliged him to look at you in the darkness. “Now, Ben. What is it that you wish for?” 

Resisting the charm for as long as he could, he wound and struggled against the branches still holding him firmly in place, and then relaxed with a defeated sigh. 

“You. I wish...for you.”

*

He hated how much he enjoyed the mischievous smile on her face as the magical leaves that had pinned him against the wall slowly retracted back around her arms. 

“Go ahead then, vampire.”

It was his move now. 

Well played. 

He could win and walk away. Right now. 

But somehow he had a feeling that it would make him feel more like the loser than anything else. 

Against his better judgement he picked her up and threw her back against the wall at vampire-speed before swallowing up her surprised gasp with his mouth on hers. 

She responded to his kiss in a swift motion, her hands darting up to yank at his hair, a moan leaving him as he tasted her blood on his own lips again. 

“Jump.” he gritted against her mouth and she did as told for once, her legs wrapping around his waist as she settled against his hips, his growing erection now finally getting the friction it was craving for. 

He leaned in to kiss her again, enjoying the sighs roaming from her lips and into his brain, every touch of hers still sending shivers down his spine, yet this time the good kind. 

He wasn’t sure how long he continued kissing her almost feverishly, needy little moans forming somewhere in between them, both of them desiring and asking for more. 

“They have to be somewhere, I am sure.” he suddenly heard Gwil’s voice around the corner, followed by a human man saying “I’m sure we will find them.”

Ripping himself from her lips unwillingly Ben whispered quietly. “They are looking for us, coming closer.”

She nodded and then closed her eyes before giant rakes of dark leaves started growing from her back and shoulders until the two of them were camouflaged almost perfectly against the dark cold stone wall. 

With a fascinated grin Ben leaned in to capture her lips once more as he listened to the human and Gwilym walk by the bush that was surrounding him now. 

His forehead fell against her shoulder and he quickly lapped at her still bleeding neck and then kissed her to drown out her pleasured moan from the contact of his tongue against the wound. 

Her quiet giggle made a shiver run down Ben's spine and he watched the fairy take a deep breath once the steps of the two men had finally started to sound more distanced.  

The vampire, however, could still hear them and couldn’t stop himself from laughing when he heard the demon state “It’s almost like they turned into a tree or something. I mean it is Halloween after all.”

Then Ben kissed her again. 

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