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yandere!vampires x f!reader
yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader
Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and youâre finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.
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Perhaps itâs because you havenât heard from Caleb in a while, or maybe itâs the fact that you were forced to hang out with Kai and have a run-in with Johnny the other day, but whatever the case, the next morning, you decide to make a call.Â
â...[Name]? Is that you?âÂ
You blink in surprise. You havenât even said anything yet, but it seems like Xavier has already deduced whoâs calling.
âUm, yes,â you reply, frowning a bit. âBut you just left your business card with me last time. I didnât tell you my number or anything. Howâd you know I was the one calling?âÂ
Xavier chuckles softly. âI very rarely give out my personal number. I actually canât remember the last time I did it. I figured it had to be you. But I guess it could have also been a telemarketer or something.â
Huh.Â
All of a sudden, you feel quite flattered. If he almost never gives his number to people, it must mean that he thinks rather highly of you, right? Despite the fact that you havenât spent much time together yet. Itâs admittedly a bit of a trivial detail, but for some reason, it makes you smile.Â
Knowing that there are people out there who actually value youâeven if there arenât very many of themâis something you can take pride in.Â
âI see,â you say, trying to ignore how hot your cheeks feel. âWell, um⌠you mentioned wanting to hang out sometime, and this might be a bit last-minute, but did you want to grab coffee later in the evening?âÂ
You canât possibly know this, since youâre not face to face with him in person, but right now, Xavier is clumsily pumping his fist in the air.Â
âOf course,â he says. He manages to keep his voice steady, so that you canât tell how excited he is. âGenerally speaking, anytime in the evening works for me. I work pretty standard hours during the day, and I find nighttime to be more pleasant anyways.âÂ
A smile creeps onto your lips. Sometimes, itâs easy to forget that he and Elliot are actually vampires. Apart from what they need to consume in order to survive, theyâre just genuine, normal guys. It goes to show how heavily prejudiced most people are.Â
âGreat,â you smile. âI have to work until then too, so letâs meet up someplace once weâre both done. Do you have any suggestions?âÂ
âThere are a few coffee spots that I usually go to. They might not be to your taste, though, so maybe youâd like to pick instead.âÂ
âNah, thatâs fine. I trust you. And besides,â you sigh, âone of my jobs is working as a barista, so if it was up to me, Iâd probably just default to the same old coffee shop Iâm used to. Trying new things out is more fun.âÂ
Xavier takes a moment to respond, because heâs letting your words slowly sink in.Â
One of her jobs? So⌠she works multiple jobs? And sheâs also selling her blood to me every now and then?
Honestly, he canât help but be concerned. From what heâs heard, donating blood is a physically-demanding process that weakens the body, and he sees you quite regularly. On top of that, it sounds like youâre working more hours than the average person. Heâs worried that youâre pushing yourself too much, and that itâll ruin your health.Â
But he knows his place. As things stand, the two of you are barely acquaintances. He has no right to meddle in your life. If youâre choosing to sell your blood to vampires, money must be tight. Youâre doing whatever you can to provide for yourself, and he has to respect that.Â
First, he needs to get to know you a bit better. Once heâs proven that heâs someone you can rely on, maybe then youâll consider letting him help you.Â
For now, heâll take things slow. After all, the last thing he wants is to act too overbearing and scare you off.Â
âThat makes sense,â Xavier says. âIâll send you the address for one of the places Iâm considering. If the location isnât too inconvenient for you, letâs agree to meet there once weâre both done with work.âÂ
âYep! Sounds good.âÂ
You click off the phone call, still smiling. At least thereâs something to look forward to today. Itâll help you get through yet another tedious shift.Â
Iâve seen him a bunch of times at Plasma Inc., but since itâs a more special occasion, maybe I should put some effort into my appearance?Â
You open up your closet and start weighing your options, which is kind of weird, since itâs not like itâs a date or anything. Itâs just a meet-up between two people who are hoping to become better acquainted.
âŚitâs not a date, right?Â
Your heartbeat quickens, and suddenly, youâre not quite sure what to think.Â
Even though youâve already met with Xavier several times before, the novelty of the situation makes you a touch nervous.Â
Itâs kind of funny, when you think about it. This is the same guy that drinks your blood on the regular, something which most people would be scared shitless to go through, and yet, the idea of meeting up with him for coffee is whatâs getting you all worked up. Perhaps part of you canât help but be worried that if today goes poorly, he might not want to be your client anymore, and then youâll have to hope the program will match you with someone else so that you can afford to keep making Johnnyâs payments in time.
As always, money is the main source of your concerns, but itâs not just about the money. Now that youâve spent a bit of time with Xavier and gotten a feel for what kind of person he is, youâd honestly be pretty bummed out not having him to talk to anymore. You enjoy spending time with him, and you want to see if this will develop into a meaningful relationshipâeither as a friend or perhaps even something more.Â
So, yeah. Youâre a little nervous, and when you step inside the coffee shop, you can feel just how rigid your steps are.Â
However, one look at Xavier, sitting at a table by the window and smiling gently in your direction, makes all your worries melt away.Â
Just like that, your excitement overshadows your anxiety.Â
âXavier!âÂ
You grin widely and rush over to him. He stands up to greet you. âHello,â he says, as poised and charming as always. âThank you for agreeing to meet me here. How has your day been so far?âÂ
âItâs been fine,â you say, quickly sitting down. You pause for a moment, then smile shyly. âWell, itâs better now that I get to hang out with you.â
Xavier does his best not to let it show, but the second you utter those words, his heart nearly stops beating.Â
Heâs convinced it must be illegal for someone to be this cute.Â
âWhat about you?â you ask. âDid work go well? You look like you must have a pretty important job. Youâve even got business cards and everything.âÂ
âIs that so?â Xavier chuckles. âI didnât realize owning business cards automatically dictated a personâs professional success.âÂ
You blush. âUm⌠well, not exactly, but Iâm sure you know what I meant.â
âYes, I do know. I was just teasing you a bit.â He furrows his brows and stops to ponder your words. âI suppose my job could be considered relatively important, depending on how you look at it. I work for a big company, and I manage several teams of employees. I actually only moved to the city in the first place because I got a promotion. Itâs definitely more work, but I guess I liked knowing that my career was progressing.âÂ
âWow,â you mumble. âI mean, with the suits and all, I could already kind of tell that you were an important guy. The way you act makes it pretty obvious too. Youâre super professional and respectful of others.â
Xavier awkwardly scratches his cheek. âI appreciate you speaking so highly of me, but back home, I was used to people telling me I was often too serious for my own good. From what Iâve heard, Iâm rather dull, so Iâm pleasantly surprised that you agreed to meet up with me.âÂ
âWhat?â you frown, very much in disbelief. âYouâre not dull at all. Just because youâre not overly loud and extroverted doesnât mean youâre not fun to be around. Maybe those people that said those things were just jealous they arenât as successful as you.âÂ
âHaha. I guess thatâs a possibility,â he muses. âIâve never really thought too much about it, if Iâm being honest. Iâm good at dismissing the people whose opinions donât matter to me. As a result, I tend to be pretty selective when it comes to spending time with others.âÂ
Hearing that just strokes your ego even more. You feel kind of special, all of a sudden. Itâs nice to know that a classy, successful guy like Xavier holds you in such high regard.
Still, you probably shouldnât get too ahead of yourself. If youâve learned anything from your time with Calebâwho, by the way, still has yet to respond to any of your messagesâitâs that relationships with others are incredibly fragile, and you need to be careful not to ruin a good thing.Â
âWell, Iâm glad you suggested we meet up normally every now and then,â you smile. âI donât think youâre dull at all, and Iâve always looked forward to talking to you.âÂ
Xavier nods politely and tells you that he feels the same way, but deep down, he wishes he could just take you in his arms right now and hug you to his heartâs content.Â
âŚitâs getting harder and harder to act like heâs only interested in being your âfriendâ.Â
âSo, should we go order?â you ask, pointing towards the counter. âIâve never tried the coffee here before, but if you like it, then it must be good.âÂ
âIâm worried I might be getting your hopes up,â Xavier chuckles. âIt could be that what tastes good to me might not apply to you. I do drink quite a lot of coffee though, so Iâd like to think I have a decent grasp on the matter.âÂ
âIâm sure itâll be great,â you reassure.Â
The part about having different preferences when it comes to taste is undeniably true. He regularly consumes blood, after all. But based on what youâve heard from Elliot, vampires still process most food and drinks generally the way humans do. Their taste buds arenât exceptionally different. The only glaring difference is that blood tastes pleasant to them, rather than metallic and unpalatable.Â
You order your coffee, and a little pastry to go along with it, then you sit back down. Xavier doesnât seem to be eating anything, and even though you donât ask, you secretly wonder how long one session of drinking your blood lasts him. You hope he doesnât let himself go hungry. Although, now that you think of it, he might alternate between other clients apart from you, just to make sure he has enough blood to go around.Â
âIs something bothering you?â Xavier asks. âYou seem deep in thought. Was work difficult today?âÂ
âHuh? Oh, not really,â you dismiss, taking a slow sip of your coffee. Your expression brightens. âHey, this is pretty good! I might even come here on my own sometime. I get discounts at the coffee shop I work at, but maybe Iâll drop by here every now and then whenever I want to treat myself. Or this could just be our little meet-up spot.âÂ
Xavier isnât sure whether the last part of what you just said was an afterthought, but nonetheless, hearing that you might be open to seeing him again makes it nearly impossible to suppress his smile.
Lately, he seems to be smiling around you almost constantly. Heâs not used to it, but strangely enough⌠he doesnât mind.Â
âOh no,â Xavier mutters under his breath. He might already be too far gone, and this is only the first time youâve ever met up outside of your usual client-donor arrangement.Â
You tilt your head. âWhatâs oh no? Did they mess up your coffee?âÂ
âN-No, I was just remembering something. Sorry.â He takes a needlessly large gulp of his coffee to try and distract himself, and in the process of doing so, he accidentally burns his tongue. But since heâs too embarrassed to let it show, he swallows the pain and bites down on his lip, glowing red from shame.Â
When it comes to you, he also seems to be acting a lot more clumsily than heâs used to.Â
âSince youâve got such an important job, I guess you must have a lot of things on your mind,â you remark.Â
Xavier just stares at you for a few moments, letting the warmth of your presence envelop him. When he finally responds, his gaze is noticeably softer than before.Â
âYes,â he nods. âThere are definitely a lot of things on my mind lately. Too many to even express.â
You smile gently. âI canât imagine how difficult or stressful it is to be responsible for so many people. But Iâm sure that whatever it is, youâll get through it. Youâre clearly very competent. I doubt thereâs anything you canât do.âÂ
Xavier chuckles. Youâre clearly unaware of his budding feelings, but for the time being, thatâs alright.
Heâs always been a patient man, and he doubts thatâll ever change.Â
Youâre feeling great.Â
Itâs not like you couldnât already tell that Xavier is a good person, but todayâs meeting just further reinforced it. When you think back on your very first encounter, and how detached he was at the start, you definitely never could have imagined being on such good terms. You always assumed your relationship would never leave Plasma Inc.âs walls.Â
And yet, here you are, letting him escort you back to your apartment.Â
âThanks again for agreeing to meet with me tonight,â you say, smiling brightly. âI had a lot of fun. Itâs nice to see each other in, um⌠in a different setting.âÂ
Xavier studies your expression, looking a bit amused. âI feel the same way. Try not to worry too much about how we met. I know itâs a bit unconventional, but it shouldnât get in the way of us spending time together.âÂ
You nod happily. Well, your contract for the program never mentioned any clause about not being allowed to meet your clients on your own time, so you doubt youâre breaking any rules. Itâs probably exceedingly rare that humans and vampires get along so well, at least in the eyes of society.Â
After walking and chatting for a while, itâs time for the part you dread the most whenever you get lucky enough to make a new friend (which, admittedly, doesnât happen all that often).
Having to show them your crappy apartment.Â
Much like Elliot, Xavier doesnât visibly react when he lays eyes on the shoddy building. You figure heâs doing his utmost to be polite. Heâs a classy businessman, and based on the expensive suits heâs always wearing, as well as the fact that he can afford to pay for the program, itâs reasonable to assume that he earns a good wage.Â
Comparing yourself to others is never a good thing, but⌠yeah. You doubt youâll ever get used to revealing how poor you are. It makes your stomach churn from embarrassment.Â
âUh, well, this is me,â you say, awkwardly pointing to the building. âThanks again for walking me all the way. I appreciate it.âÂ
Xavier offers you a gentle smile. âOf course. Itâs too late for you to walk outside all alone. This is the least I can do.âÂ
âI work a lot of late shifts, so Iâm pretty used to walking alone in the dead of night,â you admit.
âDo you have a weapon?â Xavier frowns. âLike a taser, or something along those lines? I might be overstepping, but itâs always best to be safe rather than sorry. Ah, Iâm not implying you canât take care of yourself, of course. Itâs just that⌠thereâs a lot of awful people out there. I just want you to be safe.âÂ
His words are nothing but genuine, but after staring you in the eyes for a few moments, he clears his throat and looks off to the side, ever-so-slightly flustered.Â
âSorry,â Xavier blushes. âI didnât mean for that to come across as a lecture. Please forget what IââÂ
âNo, no,â you reassure. âI totally get where youâre coming from. I think a taser is a bit out of my budget⌠but I always carry some pepper spray in my bag, at the very least. Iâve pulled it out a few times whenever I felt like someone was following me, but it always turned out that I was just being paranoid.â
âWhen youâre a young woman all alone at night, itâs called being cautious, not paranoid. But Iâm relieved that you have a way to protect yourself. Thatâs all that matters.âÂ
Xavier smiles again. Heâs the type that doesnât smile very often, which is honestly a shame, since he looks even more beautiful whenever he does. Still. It seems like, slowly but surely, heâs getting into the habit of doing it more frequently.Â
And you canât help but smile back.Â
âItâs nice to know youâre looking out for me,â you say, playfully punching him in the arm. It obviously doesnât hurtâit probably wouldnât have hurt him even if youâd been using your full strength.Â
It does, however, make his blush deepen.
âCaring about your safety is the bare minimum,â Xavier mumbles, gaze drifting down towards his feet. He tries not to look too flustered, and thankfully, you donât read into things too much. âAnyways⌠let me walk you to the door. I want to make sure you get inside the building. For my own peace of mind.âÂ
You beam at him. For someone such as yourself, whoâs long been abandoned by their own family, you have to admit, it feels really nice that there are people who care.Â
Xavier walks you to the front of the building, and now, itâs finally time to say goodbye. Admittedly, youâre a bit reluctant to do so.
âI had a great time,â you smile. âWeâll do this again at some point, right? And weâll keep seeing each other through the program too.âÂ
Xavierâs eyes brighten. âOh⌠of course. I was hoping youâd be open to meeting up again. I had a very nice time as well. I was worried that I might have made you too uncomfortable with my sudden request, so Iâm glad thatâs not the case.âÂ
âI reached out to you first, so I wouldnât worry about that anymore. Anyways, thanks again! Iâm gonna try and get to bed early for a change. Goodnight, Xavier.âÂ
You wave goodbye, and he smiles before doing the same.Â
âGoodnight, [Name]. I hope you can get some rest.âÂ
The building door closes behind you, and sure enough, thereâs no sign of your smile disappearing.Â
You walk down the hallway, unlock the door to your unit, and let out a happy sigh as you step inside.
That happy sigh, however, is soon to be replaced by a shiver, because for some reason, itâs really, really cold.Â
âDid I accidentally leave the window openâŚ?â you mutter, palming for the light switch in the darkness. It takes a moment, but eventually, you find it, and light floods into the room.Â
You shiver again. Itâs pretty cold this time of year, and you were looking forward to at least having a warm apartment to come home to. It figures you would make a dumb oversight like this. Oh, well. Looks like youâre keeping your jacket on until it warms up.Â
You walk over to the window and roll it down, then fasten the lock shut.
Or, at least, you try to.Â
It doesnât sink in until you get a closer look. The window is open, sure enough, but not in the conventional sense. It turns out that you didnât forget to shut the window before you left.Â
Someone broke it.
A few seconds pass, with you just standing there, frozen from shock. The window is broken. Itâs broken, which means someone must have gotten into your apartment to try and steal stuff. But nothing looks to be out of place, and you have very few valuables to begin withâall of which are exactly where you left them.Â
Someone broke into your apartment, but they didnât steal anything. Which can only mean thatâŚ
They still havenât left.Â
Before you can scream, someone clamps their hand over your mouth, preventing your cries from echoing across the walls. You thrash and put up a fight to the best of your ability, but it feels like pushing back against a brick wall. The difference in strength is undeniable, and it overwhelms you in no time flat.Â
Youâre pulled to the ground, and the intruder locks you in their steel grip, giving you absolutely no chance to break free. The situation already feels hopeless enough. It doesnât look like you have any hope of escaping, and the desperation is enough to send you into a state of utter panic.
Just when you think it canât possibly get any worse, you hear them speak, and the voice is one you recognize all too well.Â
âIâm sorry,â Felix mumbles, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. Your eyes widen, and more tears stream down your cheeks. He tightens his grasp on you and lets out a heavy sigh. âI wish it didnât have to be like this. I really, really tried to make it work. But you just left me no choice. You werenât willing to hear me out at all. So, now⌠this is the only way. Please understand. I felt like I was going to die without your blood. Itâs not my fault, [Name]. Itâs just⌠not my fault.â
He sinks his fangs into your neck, so hard that you nearly pass out on the spot. You try to scream again, but any noise you make is completely muffled behind his palm. This is a small, crappy apartment, home to very few unfortunate tenants, most of which get up to all kinds of shady business themselves. You doubt anyone will hear you struggling, and even if they do, itâs unlikely that theyâll bother to risk their own necks and step in.Â
After all the effort you put in, after all the resolutions you made to try and be more optimistic about your futureâŚ
In the end, none of it meant a damn thing.Â
âSo good,â Felix gasps. He pulls away, just for a moment, and even though you canât see his face from this angle, you can already imagine the disgusting, sinful expression heâs making right now. âYour blood⌠itâs just unreal. Itâs unlike anything Iâve ever had before. Youâre perfect. You really are, [Name]. So perfect. So sweet. And all mine.âÂ
He bites you a second time, and the pain is so intense that you feel as if a part of you just died. It looks like he isnât making the slightest effort to hold back. Not that he ever did in the first place. Fuck.
Youâre going to die here, arenât you?Â
Felix takes big, greedy gulps of your blood. The pain is already unimaginable, but the more blood he drinks, the fainter you feel. Your body is progressively losing all of its strength, and with every passing moment, you feel more numb.
At least⌠itâs not⌠hurting so much⌠anymore.Â
Your sobs are silent and breathless. Eventually, youâre so exhausted that you canât even muster up the strength to keep crying. You stopped struggling a long time ago. Your body is starting to shut down.
But Felix still doesnât stop.
To be more precise, he canât stop. Heâs like an animal gone feral, with no rhyme or reason governing his actions. The only thing he cares about right now is satisfying his urges, and you are simply a means to an end. But heâs not trying to kill you. Of course not. If he killed you, he would never be able to drink your blood ever again.
But by the time he breaks out of his trance, it might already be too late.Â
Youâre not breathing.
â...[Name]?â
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