#vampire!wanda

Part 2: 2023, The Second Shittiest Year of my Life

“What do you want Wanda?” I ask the girl who was frantically banging on my door.

“I need a place to stay for a few days, please,” she begs. It makes me laugh. She really thinks I would help her after what she did? She’s insane.

“No way,” I tell her.

“Please Y/n,” she asks again.

“No,” I say. “I’m not letting you into my home or life again, Wanda.”

I go to shut the door when a small bullet sized wooden stake comes whizzing through the air. It flies through the small crack in my door from where I haven’t shut it all the way. I hear Wanda yell out some cuss words, while I barely manage to dodge the bullet. I should’ve just shut the door and let Wanda fend for herself, this is her problem after all. But I, being the idiot that I am, didn’t.

“Fine you can come in,” I say, pulling the brunette girl inside with me. I quickly shut and lock the door.

“What the hell was that Wanda?” I exclaim as I run through my house, grabbing the first bag I see. I put the guns and knives that II keep hidden throughout my home in there, in case whoever is outside tries to go after me, since I too am a vampire.

“That was Natasha,” she says like that explains everything.

“She’s a girl I…used to be with. She’s a little angry is all.”

“A little angry?!? She just tried to kill you Wanda.”

“Yes well vampire hunters tend to do that Y/n.”

“What the actual hell Wanda. You brought a vampire hunter to my front door?!?”

“Not on purpose. I didn't know she was a vampire hunter when I was sleeping with her. And I thought I had lost her back in Budapest. Clearly someone is determined to kill me.” Wanda rolls her eyes as she talks, as if this Natasha girl is a mere annoyance, like a gnat or a fly, and not a hunter trying to kill her.

I’m so mad at her I don’t even know what to say. I finish gathering my things, but I leave my phone in case someone tries to use it to find my location. I make sure I avoid all windows as I make my way to the secret exit of my house that will lead me to the other side of town, the exit I had installed in case of emergencies just like this. I go to the bookshelf door I had installed and open it.

“Are you coming or not?” I call out to Wanda, who was currently just standing there. Wanda quickly moves to where I am, not avoiding windows. Which leads to them being shot out by Natasha.

“Great another thing I have to deal with,” I mumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Wanda snarkily asks.

“I said great that’s another thing I have to deal with. Because of you,” I add on.

“Oh please don’t act like your life was all sunshine and rainbows before I got here,” she says as I lead her down a staircase. “We both know you were lonely without me.”

“Really? I’m the lonely one?” I say. “I can assure you, Wanda I have been anything but lonely since you left.”

“You really think Kate Bishop can fill my place that easily?”

“And how do you know about her?” Wanda says nothing, but it’s clear she had been keeping tabs on me.

“I should’ve known you’d never leave me alone, Wanda. You were always the possessive type.” I turn down a corridor and open the door. I walk out and into open air. The passage leads to a road two streets over where my getaway car is stashed.

“I’m not possessive. I just don’t want anyone to have what’s mine,” she says. I chuckle under my breath, reading through her lie. I choose to ignore her and walk over to a car, praying that it’s unlocked. Of course it isn’t, but i guess when you have vampire strength it doesn’t really matter. I get into the car in no time and I make quick work of hot wiring it so I can get away, and hopefully leave Wanda here. I get the car on and I climb in, quickly locking the doors so Wanda can't.

"What do you think you're doing?" Wanda asks, clearly annoyed. She stomps her feet like a child and it makes me laugh.

"I'm leaving," I say through my laughter.

"Not without me you aren't."

"Yes I am. I got you away from Natasha, which you're welcome for by the way. Now I'm off to save my own skin. Now get out of my way or be roadkill Wanda. Your choice." Wanda refuses to move, much to my annoyance.

"Move Wanda," I scream out.

"No," she screams back. I can feel my annoyance rising with every passing second, and then Natasha runs around the corner, guns blazing. I unlock the car and allow Wanda to hop in before I floor it. I pull out of the parking space, driving away as fast as I can, leaving Natasha in the dust.

"Happy?" I finally ask once we have gotten a little further down the road.

"Yes, very." I can tell she is pleased with herself, something that I absolutely loathe. I choose to ignore her so I don’t blow up.

We drive for what feels like forever, and I being a vampire would know what forever feels like. So trust me when I say it felt like forever.

Wanda does her best to annoy me, but I ignore her every time, not in the mood for her games. Eventually I pull into a decent looking hotel on the side of the road. I’m not sure where we are, but we’ve driven for at least 16 hours straight and I’m tired. Well as tired as you can be when you’re undead.

“Here we are,” I say as I park the car.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know. But we’re safe aren’t we? You could be a bit more thankful,”

“It would be safer if we knew where we are,” Wanda retorts.

“Well why don’t you work on that while I get us a room.”

“Fine,” Wanda says, for once not starting an argument.

I happily hop out of the car, grateful to be away from Wanda, and I enter the lobby.

“Hi I need two rooms,” I say to the front desk lady.

“I’m sorry we only have one room available.”

“Fine I guess that’ll work,” I grumble. It really doesn’t work for me but I’ll just have to suck it up…or sleep in my car. Honestly I’d do anything to not be near Wanda for longer than I have to.

“And how will you be paying?”

“I won’t be. The bill will be comped by the hotel,” I tell the girl. I look in her eyes and change the tone of my voice, activating my compulsion.

“Here you go,” the girl says cheerily, handing me my room key.

“Thanks.”

I walk back to the car where I had left Wanda to give her the bad news.

“Unfortunately they only had one room,” I grumble, throwing her a room key.

“Don’t sound so upset. It’ll be just like old times,” she says, sending me a wink. I let out a scoff at her words.

“I’d rather sleep on the cement than in a bed with you Wanda.”

“Fine have it your way,” she says. She gets out of the car and walks into the hotel and to our room. I try and make myself comfortable in the car, but it’s no use. It’s too small and too hot. I grab one of my guns that I had brought and tuck it into the waistband of my pants then I reluctantly go inside, bracing myself for the snarky comment I know Wanda is about to say.

“Aww I knew you’d change your mind. I’m just too irresistible.”

“God you’re so full of yourself. But no I’m in here because the car was uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with you Wanda.”

“Sure, whatever helps yourself sleep at night.”

God this woman is infuriating. I choose to ignore her last comment.

“So you’re not talking to me now?” I give her the silent treatment.

"Real mature y/n."

"Whatever Wanda. I'm going to go get us some essentials, try not to get into trouble while I'm gone," I say, just wanting to get out of here and away from Wanda.

"Aww sounds like someone cares about me," she teases.

"No I just don't want all of this hard work to go to waste," I say as I walk out the door. It's currently 10pm at night so luckily anywhere I go should be jut about empty. I drive to the nearest Walmart, leaving Wanda in the dust at the hotel. I get us some toiletries and snacks (because yes even though we are vampires and undead we still like human food). My next stop is a blood bank, where I steal as much blood as I can. I prefer it this way over drinking straight from the source. It's much cleaner and not so scarring to humans. After about two hours I make my way back to the hotel, carrying my shopping bags inside, only to find Wanda gorging herself on a member of the cleaning staff.

"Wanda," I yell out. She drops the maid and her face takes on a guilty look, like a child who knows they are doing something bad.

"Yes?" She tries to adopt a nonchalant tone but it isn't working.

"I literally told you not to get into trouble and the first thing you do is get into trouble."

"But I was hungry," she says, as if that justifies her actions.

"I don't give a damn if you're hungry Wanda. If I tell you to do something so do it."

"That's funny I don't remember ever taking orders from you, but you sure did take a lot from me," Wanda says, referencing the times when the two of us would sleep together, before I hated her guts.

“Well things have changed Wanda. I’m trying to keep us alive and away from your vampire hunter ex. So either listen to me or leave.”

“Fine,” is all she says. She goes off to the bathroom to shower while I heal the woman Wanda had just dropped. I compel her to forget anything had ever happened, and off she goes back to work.

I close the door behind her and I put my grocery bags down and put things away. After I’m done and had a snack and some blood, I tuck my gun out of my waistband and put it on the small side table. I jump into bed. The bed is rock hard. There’s absolutely no give or bounce in it whatsoever, but I guess an aching back is a small price to pay for safety.

“Move over,” Wanda says once I had finally gotten myself comfortable.

“No,” is all I say back.

“Yes. Move or I’ll make you move y/n.”

I refuse to move, ignoring the glares that Wanda throws at me.

“Fine have it your way.” She walks over to me and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I try to resist, but it's pointless, and she moves me anyway.

"I'm older than you and I'm stronger than you. Next time it would be wise to do as you're told," she whispers into my ear. Her words have me blushing. A fact that I try to hide form her, but of course she notices.

"Did my words make you needy baby?"

"Fuck off Wanda," I say, but it doesn't come out as strong as I want it to.

"No baby I think you want me to fuck you, isn't that right?"

Her dirty words send my thoughts racing back to the times when we had slept together and how good it felt. But that was before she hurt me, and this is now. And now I don't like her. Even if she's gorgeous and makes me feel good. She's still the woman who turned me against my will. She's still the woman who hurt me, the woman I hate. So I form my resolve.

"No goodnight Wanda," are the next words that come out of my mouth. Wanda's mouth opens and closes like a fish, she's shocked that I didn't give in. I get up and turn off the lights and the two of us lay there in silence. I'm sure Wanda is seething in silence at being told no, but it isn't my problem. I quickly fall asleep, and I only wake up when I hear a loud banging noise.

The door to our room is kicked in, making us jump out of bed. In comes a brunette woman I don't recognize.

“Oh great and who’s this? Another one of your exes?”

“Actually yes,” Wanda and the woman sat at the same time. The woman walks closer to the bed, while Wanda and I try to walk further away without blocking yourselves in.

“Of course it is,” I say rolling my eyes. “How’d you piss this one off?”

“She may or may not be a vampire hunter also. So y’know when she found out about me she wasn’t exactly my biggest fan,” Wanda whispers to you.

“Really Wanda? You sleep with two fucking vampire hunters when you’re a vampire yourself. Are you stupid?” I whisper back.

“Haven’t I already proven that yes I am stupid.”

“I guess you’ve got a point there,” I say.

"Are you two done arguing now?" The woman asks.

"Yes Maria, we're done." Ok so Maria is her name. "Can you just get this over with," Wanda says, her tone sounding exasperated.

"Oh come on Wanda, I wanna drag this out. Hurt you just like you hurt me." Maria pulls the sleeve of her black jacket off her shoulder, showing off the scars that mar it.

"What the fuck did you do?" I look at Wanda, but there's no emotions on her face.

"What I had to do to survive." Wanda glares at Maria, but it's not the playful one she has been giving you all day. This is a true glare. The kind that says I want you dead.

Maria lunges and Wanda deflects her punch while you try and grab your car keys, which are all the way across the room. You almost make it, but then Maria grabs you by your hair, pulling you back. You claw at her arm, digging your nails into her skin. She shrieks and lets you go, turning her attention back to Wanda.

"How'd you find me anyway?" Wanda asks as she ducks under Maria's fist.

"Your little pet led me right to you. She wasn't as inconspicuous as she thought at that blood bank. I was just going to kill her, but then I realized she was with you, and well, I didn't want to waste such a delicious opportunity." Wanda's eyes turn a dark black color, something that only happens when a vampire is truly emotional, and strikes Maria, making the woman stumble. While she's disoriented I run to the side table and grab my gun. I hate using these things on humans, but if it means I get to live I'll do it. I aim for her leg and pull the trigger.

"That should keep her occupied for a while, now let's go," I tell Wanda. We both run out of the room, car keys in my hand. We both jump in the car, leaving Maria behind in the hotel room.

"Looks like being attacked wasn't my fault this time," Wanda says once our adrenaline has finally gone down.

"Well you still dated this one too so I'm sure this is somehow also your fault."

"Ok whatever you say," Wanda says, although I know she doesn't agree with me. "So we've got Natasha and Maria on our tails now, so where do we go now? With the both of them following us, there aren't many places that would be safe."

"I might know a place," I say. "It's like a safehouse of sorts."

"Why didn't we go there in the first place?"

"it's complicated," I say, not wanting to answer her question.

"Like how Natasha and I are complicated? Or Maria and I?"

"Not exactly," is all I say, and thankfully Wanda drops the subject. We drive for a few more hours until I finally turn into a driveway. The house before us looks like any other house in the suburbs would. There's flowers and trees lining the driveway and a little picket white fence around the house. You would never suspect that a supernatural creature lives inside it.

Death was the price that came with loving a mortal.

As a vampire, Wanda was cursed to live forever. An eternity filled with nothing but quick flings that would amount to nothing in the end. It was a rather sad love life, but Wanda had convinced herself she was okay with it. With a legacy to keep secret and company to run — her schedule was pretty tight. A relationship would just add more stress. That's what she told herself. Then you came along and ruined a near two hundred year streak of being single.

You were everything Wanda wanted in a lover. Someone gentle and kind to cut down the bitterness she'd collected over the years. It didn't take long for her to realize how much she needed you. Wanda clung to you for dear life. The mere thought of you leaving her sent her into a spiral. You were always quick to put out her fears. You never even considered leaving Wanda. She gave you her everything — you had no reason to.

Wanda wasn't entirely sure what she'd done to make you change your mind.

"You said—" Wanda took a deep breath. She'd never been so upset with you before. "You said you'd never leave me! We were supposed to be together forever." You always had a way of making Wanda feel things that had laid dormant for years. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this upset. Her cheeks burned with hot tears. After everything she had done for you, you were still so comfortable just leaving her? It wasn't fair. "I won't be able to love anyone else."

You flinch at the harsh reality in Wanda's words. "I'm not leaving you. It's just my time to go." You had come to terms with the fact you'd die months ago. The doctors handed you a diagnosis and said you only had so long. Fighting it was futile. You didn't expect Wanda to be okay with it. Finding love after decades of loneliness only to have it ripped away was a pain beyond your imagination. But you only had about two weeks left and you didn't want that dread hanging over your head the entire time. "Just love me as much as you can, while you still can." You spoke as softly as you could. "Come here, I want to cuddle."

Wanda took a deep breath before laying down next to you. Fear still ran hot through her vines. It was making her irrational. "I could do it forever if you'd just let me-"

"I don't want to be turned into a vampire. You have to respect that. "

"I don't want to be alone forever, can't you respect that?"

You sighed and rubbed your temples. "Wanda, you're being selfish. Think about all the people I care about and would have to watch die. I can't do that." Your arms wrapped around Wanda's body and pulled her close. "I don't really want to talk about this anymore. Let's just call it a night. Please?"

Wanda pulled away and looked down at you. She could see life fading from your body. You were paler and the bags under your eyes were getting darker. Even the light in your eyes was starting to fade. It was like looking at a doomsday clock meant specifically just for you. Wanda would do anything to keep that clock from sticking 12. She wasn't going to let you die. Your approval was going to have to take the backseat for her to do that. "Okay, I won't bring it up anymore." She placed a gentle kiss on your lips before laying back down and holding you close.

She wasn't foolish enough to do it while you were awake. Once Wanda was sure you'd fallen asleep, her fangs buried themselves into your lower back. Sickness had tainted the taste of your blood forever ago. The sugary sweetness had now faded into something bitter and medicinal. She sucked until she had taken just enough to turn you. Her tongue licked at the wound so it'd be healed by the morning.

You'd hate her for it. Maybe you'd argue again or run off screaming with the hopes of finding a cure. You would come back eventually. Eventually, Wanda would be the only one you'd have left to run to. It appeared you had figured that out faster than Wanda expected.

Wanda expected nothing less from someone as smart as you.

"Wanda," You whispered from the bathroom. Despite calling for her, you didn't even spare your partner a glance. Your eyes focused on the cut quickly healing on your finger. You wipe away the blood slowly. Focusing on the task to avoid blowing up at the woman standing in the door frame. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you turned to face her. "Why'd you do it?" The look in your eyes was cold and almost uncaring.

That wasn't the first time you looked at her like that. It certainly wouldn't be the last now that you two had an eternity together.

"I did what I thought was best." Wanda stretched out her arms. "I know it's going to be scary at first, but I'm going to be here with you every step of the-"

You quickly pushed past Wanda. You grabbed a bag and began stuffing your clothes in it. "I can't be around you right now." Every word Wanda said fell on deaf ears as you continued packing. There was nothing she could say that would make you feel better. Just as you tried to zip up the bag, Wanda tried to snatch away. "Wanda, I don't want to hear it!" You shouted before snatching the bag away from her. It felt good to be strong enough to stand up for yourself. You turned and walked away.

"Stop walking away from me and listen!"

Your body stopped dead in its tracks. How could you have forgotten? Turned vampires were nothing to someone from a bloodline as powerful as Wanda's. That was just another way you'd be inferior to her.

Wanda turned your body so you were forced to look at her. "I did what I had to do to keep us happy. I will not sit here and let you make me a villain for putting you first!" She could see the anger burning bright behind your eyes "I gave you my whole heart and I'm not going to let you run off and break it!" It didn't feel right yelling at you. It wasn't your fault you were born a mortal or her a vampire. But something had to be done in order for you two to stay together. Wanda needed reassurance but all you were showing her was animosity. "Say something damn it! I need you!"

For a moment you just stared at Wanda. Fighting the urge to obey her wasn't easy, but you weren't going to let her win.

You were new in this city that was so large and intricate it seemed to swallow you whole in its belly of cloud-peaked buildings and traffic lights and street signs. You'd only been there long enough to have just found a job, and you still depended on your phone to navigate you back to your apartment after your shift ended late into the night. In this city that was known to never sleep, the streets were empty that night.

After a few minutes of trying to use your phone in the rain, you gave up and stuffed it back into your pocket, resorting to what you could remember of the street signs. As you came to an intersection, you looked to your left and to your right. While the right seemed familiar, the left seemed to call your name. Which way were you supposed to go? You vaguely remembered having to cross the street and go past that building, but at night and in the rain, all these buildings looked the same. You decided to just turn left.

As you walked down the sidewalk that was even quieter, you noticed that there were less businesses and less streetlights. This couldn't be right. You were getting too far away from the center of town, and you certainly remembered your walk home always being a well-lit one, not a dark and sketchy one.

"Fuck," you whispered, stopping to turn and look back where you had turned. You couldn't even see the intersection anymore. How far had you walked?

You could barely hear your own thoughts from the sound of the rain hitting the coarse fabric of your raincoat's hood, so you stopped and leaned up against a building which had a little overhead as shelter from the rain, pulling your hood down and cursing yourself for not carrying an umbrella with you.

The white light of your phone illuminated your face as you pulled up your maps. You tried to zoom in on where you were, but you were met with a loading signal and a blank map. Why was your signal so bad? Sure, you were out of the center of town, but surely this area still had service.

As you tapped the damp phone screen with your thumb, noticing that your phone felt unusually hot in your hand, a red glitch flashed across the screen and pixelated.

"No, no, no," you whispered, tapping the screen harder.

You prayed that all the rain hadn't messed up your phone. You knew you couldn't afford to buy another one right now. Suddenly, the screen turned a solid dark red color, decorated with a few black glitches going diagonally across it and stretching out like cracks.

"What the fuck!" you exclaimed, trying to turn the phone off completely so that maybe it would restart, but the button wouldn't even work. The screen was stuck on an unsettling red with those ebony streaks.

Groaning, you put the phone back into your pocket. Maybe some rice would fix it later, but for now you needed to get home. You took a moment to look around the empty street where only a few cars were parked and a few streetlights cast an unnatural green hue on the street. One of them was flickering and buzzing loudly, and you noticed it start to flash red. Your eyes focused on the red light that gleamed on your face, brows sewing together in confusion. Was it protocol for streetlights to flash red when they needed maintenance?

As you looked across the way, you noticed that the light was situated right beside an alleyway between two buildings, a narrow one littered with trash on the ground. A strange fog was settled in the alley there, rising up from the ground in smoky swirls illuminated by the slow flash of red light. In that moment, you saw nothing there but smoke. The light flashed off, and you only saw darkness, and when the red light returned, a dark figure was suddenly standing there in the smoke. A gasp painfully resided in your chest, and when the light flashed off again, you saw glowing scarlet eyes in the dark.

Something heavy dropped in your stomach and weakened your legs. The heart in your chest beat against your ribcage and begged you to flee, but you felt frozen in place. When the red light flashed on again, there was nothing there.

It didn't soothe you—because now you felt an uncanny feeling bustling in the pit of your stomach and rising up your throat, and you felt a cold breath on the back of your neck where every single miniscule hair stood up on its end. In a fleeting whisper like the wind, a thick, feminine voice presented itself right behind your ear:

"Run."

You did. A scream strangled by the plight of your lungs for air resounded in your throat as you sprinted wildly down the street, blinded by the rain that filled your eyes and beat against your face. Your hair was already soaked and your phone fell out of your pocket in your mad dash from whatever had whispered into your ear, but you had no time to pull your hood up or grab your phone from the ground. You heard no footsteps, but you could feel them right behind you. You could still even feel the breath on your neck.

"Help!" you tried to scream, but as soon as the word left your mouth and filtered through the rain-patterned air, something brushed beside you with such brute force and speed that you fell forward onto the ground, landing in a large puddle that splashed water all on your face.

As the pain in your knees and elbows throbbed, a sharper pain took precedent in your hand. Raising your shaky arm, you saw a bite mark ripped across the flesh on the side of your hand, blood already filling the indentions of teeth too sharp to be human on your skin. You whimpered from the throbbing pain that made your hand feel like it was swelling, and the blood was already trickling down your arm and dripping onto the puddle beneath you. Crimson invaded the clear water and followed the stream that drained into the sewer.

The adrenaline in your veins urged you to scramble to your feet, but that fear in your blood was just what she liked. It made you sweeter, delicious on her tongue. And what she had tasted of you inebriated her like an animal, so that before you could even take a fleeing step forward, her arms wrapped around you like heavy chains and squeezed you against her.

A cold hand latched around your throat as you were pressed against a body behind you, and it felt like a statue had caught you and was suffocating you around stone. You grabbed at the hand that did not budge until a thumb nudged against your jaw to move it to the side, and then you felt teeth sinking into your neck.

At first, there was a bright whiteness behind your eyes that stole your vision from you. You were frozen, like the statue had morphed you into its own fabric of stone, and the only thing that assured you that you were still alive was a loud ringing in your ears and the pain flooding the entire side of your neck and face.

Before you knew it, you fell to your knees and she went down with you, guiding you to the ground as your limbs grew numb. Your hand clutching hers fell away, and your eyes rolled to the inside of your skull as that bright whiteness in your eyes faded to black.

+

Whatever the creature had done to your neck had brought an ache throughout your entire body. When you woke, you stirred and felt the soreness in your muscles as your eyes gently fluttered open. You were met with what seemed like total darkness at first until you could make out the dimly lit room you were in. It was a bedroom, one decorated with gold-framed paintings on the walls and lit candelabras reflecting orange on the otherwise bare walls. You could see a ladderback chair sitting in the corner, and in the other corner was a woman standing beside an old-looking folding screen.

You sat upright in the bed upon seeing her, but a pounding rhythm rushed into your head, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the dizziness.

"Careful there, detka," said that thick, feminine voice. "You'll get whiplash." Her words drawled in an accent you couldn't place, and when you opened your eyes again, you could see her more clearly. She was a striking woman with an otherworldly beauty. Dark lips sat against a pale, structured face, curtained with wavy red locks and buttoned by two smarting eyes that calculated you. Through the jade there gleamed a beastly crimson. She was not human.

"Who are you?" you boldly questioned, but your voice sounded far away from you.

A smirk tugged her lips like a marionette. "Your nightmare," Wanda lilted, and you couldn't but wonder if her accent was a faded Russian. She took a step forward, and you noticed her knee-high boots and the dark red corset on her chest, and the matching cape that drifted behind her ankles. She walked towards the folding screen with heavy footsteps until you could only see her shadow moving behind it. "Your predator," she continued, and you could feel your heart in your throat now, and it seemed like the wound on your neck throbbed harder the closer she got.

The red glow of her eyes passed through the screen, and she came out on the other side of it. "Why are you doing this?" you whimpered, feeling a cold breeze on your skin and realizing you were naked.

"Why do girls like you walk home alone at night?" she asked with a tilt of her head as she curved her path towards you. "Just as ignorance is in your nature, thirst is in mine."

You glanced down to the scabbed bite mark on your hand and then brought it to the one on your neck. She had bitten you? She attacked you there on the street and taken you to wherever this place was. By the look in her eyes, you didn't think you would ever leave that room alive.

"Smart thinking there, detka," Wanda spoke, and your eyes widened. Had she read your mind? "But don't worry too much about that. You are right—you will never leave this room. But I do intend to keep you alive… for a while." She came closer to the bed and leaned down towards you, causing you to shrink under her shadow. She smiled at your gesture of fear and brought a hand towards your face which you rebuked with a flinch. The cold skin of her knuckle caressed your cheek, and the warmth there reminded her of the living blood beneath it. "If you were anyone else, you would have been dead moments after I found you." She grinned, showing you the sharp fangs in her pearly smile. "But you're just too sweet to waste. Makes me wonder what else of you is sweet." Her thumb dug into your cheek, and you tried to move away, but she held you there with impenetrable strength. "Don't even try to fight, detka. You won't win."

Tilting your head back, she tilted your body backwards with it, crawling over you on the bed. Your hands were trembling with fear, and although her grip was strong, it was gentle.

"Don't hurt me, please," you begged out of the innate human resistance to pain, and she laughed despicably.

"You can beg all you want. You can scream, you can cry. But no one will hear you, and I will have you begging for me to hurt you soon enough," she hissed, and when she lowered her face down towards your neck, you started to cry from fear that she was going to hurt you again.

Instead, she planted a soft kiss on the crook of your collarbone. You shivered at the feeling, your expectations thrown off course by the kiss. As you tried to reevaluate what she was going to do, Wanda let her lips trail lightly down your sternum. She let her lips part and breathed in your scent, feeling every inhuman nerve and impulse in her body alight.

Wanda could hear your heart beating from under your skin, hear it thud against your ribcage in a pace so wildly anxious. Turning her head slightly so she could press part of her cheek against your bare skin, she could feel the violent rush of blood following everywhere she touched like magnets on either side of a partition, tinging your skin pink. She was imbued with a degree of bloodlust that the vampire had never before been privy to.

You felt her hand on your face glide down your neck, fingernails scratching you softly there. You were relieved to have your face freed, but her hand was crawling down your chest to meet her other one, and then they fell together to your breasts and grabbed them. You stiffened, and Wanda hummed. "So soft," she remarked as she massaged your breasts, letting her thumbs press into your rosy peaks.

To your betrayal, your nipples hardened. As frightening and terrifying as she was, it was turning you on. The way she was touching you, breathing you in. You felt a strong mental pull towards her that felt wholly unnatural. Unbeknownst to you, the vampire held a charismatic charm that drew humans like you into her. Not to mention her expertise in witchcraft, which allowed her the ability of mind control. But in that moment, the pull you felt towards her originated only from yourself.

"Do you know what makes blood even sweeter than fear, detka?" Wanda spoke as she moved her lips to your nipple. You feared her fangs, but when you only felt her lips suckle you softly, a twinge of warmth sparked inside you. Wanda inhaled again, and smiled against your nipple. "Arousal."

Your cheeks bloomed scarlet from her words. It wasn't because you were afraid of what she was going to do to you. It was because you were afraid of how much you were going to like it.

"You will," she remarked, confirming to you that she could read your mind. The thought made you uncomfortable, exposed, vulnerable, but Wanda become preoccupied with her own thoughts as she pressed her palm flat against your sternum and slid it down slowly, traversing over your abdomen which rose and fell rapidly beneath her hand from your fast breaths.

Wanda's svelte hand raised over your hipbone and dipped to your inner thigh. She looked at you with a half-open smirk as she pushed your legs apart forcefully. You wondered if you would even have a chance of pushing her off and escaping. You remembered what you felt on the street when she found you—she had pushed past you and managed to bite your hand without you ever noticing until you were on the ground. You remembered how iron hard her hands were when they grabbed you from behind.

"Don't try it, detka," she whispered, and you cursed yourself for forgetting that she could apparently hear your thoughts. "If you know what's good for you, just spread those pretty legs for me." She pushed them open wider, and you winced at the pain in your hips, but somehow you let her. Maybe it was because you did know what was good for you—that trying to fight her would be futile and a death wish—or maybe it was because you liked the way the vampire's fingertips were bruising your inner thighs.

As her hand rubbed your thighs, she leaned up to get a better look at your face. "I knew you were beautiful when I first saw you," she whispered. "A small-town girl moving to the big city all by herself, with no idea of the monsters and the violence hidden therein. So sweet, so innocent." Her voice had dropped to a whisper as she trailed a finger through your hair.

Your eyebrows sewed together. How did she know that you had just moved to the city? She was a complete stranger, and as you tried to figure out if you had ever seen her before, she caught your thoughts and answered them.

"Oh, we have met, detka. Not face-to-face, not in a coffee shop, or at your job, or randomly in the street. We met when I noticed you bringing boxes into your apartment building. We met when you went to apply for that shitty job. When you tried to find your way home that night. We meet when you sleep with your window cracked just enough for my fingers to slip under, when you shower with your curtain opened just enough, when you don't look around you as you cut across those dirty alleyways to get where you're going faster."

Your eyes were wide open as you listened to her words. Fear tingled throughout your body, and you watched her pupils widen as she smelled it. Her hand on your thigh rose up to cup your core, and you hissed at the feeling.

"You have no idea how hard it was to wait," she whispered, bringing her lips dangerously close to yours. "How hard it was to watch you walk by and smell that sweet elixir in your veins." Suddenly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours. You made a muffled noise of protest, but she kissed you hard and unwieldy.

Her tongue forced past your lips and entered your mouth. You had the mind to bite her tongue, but she beat you to it. The two fine points of her fangs only lightly touched your tongue, but it was enough to draw blood. She quickly glided her tongue over yours, groaning at the taste of your blood on her tongue. Her hand between your legs was stroking up and down your slit, making you realize how wet you were. You could feel the cold metal of rings on her fingers.

Finally, she released your mouth, and you gasped for breath that you had been gradually losing during the fiery, bloody kiss. You cringed at the taste of the blood in your mouth, and your eyes focused on Wanda as she leaned up, licking her hips with her eyes closed. When they opened, her pupils were unnaturally dilated with a faint crimson flooding her irises.

She sat up and removed her hand from between your legs, taking her long, glistening fingers and placing them in her mouth. Her eyes watched you darkly as she sucked your wetness off her fingers and moaned at your taste. Something about the way she moaned made you feel hot all over, and you squirmed with a strange longing for her to put her hand there again.

Wanda noticed this and smirked. "How far you've come in only a matter of minutes. First you were begging me to not touch you, and now you want it." There was a strain in her voice that could only be brought about by her thirst for you. She had gotten a taste, and like a wild animal, she needed more.

Wanda brought her fingers to her pants and unzipped them, pulling them down just a bit as you watched expectantly. Suddenly, a red glow came from her palm and filtered through her fingers in lilting webs of magic, and a large strap-on appeared at her hips.

With an air of urgency, she took your knees and bent them up before situating herself between your legs, leaning down and placing her elbows on either side of your head like anchors so that you were trapped beneath her. You were trembling as she stared down at you with pulsing eyes, breathing through her teeth. Moving her hips, she let her strap rub against your core, the tip nudging in your entrance but staying there outside of you.

Her eyes moved to the wound on your neck that she had left before, and then they moved to the other side of your neck left untouched. She lowered down to nuzzle her face into your neck, and you whimpered in fear, grabbing onto her muscular arms. You were caught somewhere between horror and lust, and the combination of chemicals in your blood made you all the more irresistible to the monster hovering above you. Her red hair was soft on your chest as she pressed a kiss to your neck, and you felt her cock lean further into you.

She was taking her time to build you up, but Wanda couldn't help herself anymore. Suddenly, her weight was crushing you as she sunk her teeth into your neck and her cock into your cunt. You cried out as she entered you all at once, and that sharp pain seized your neck. Wanda started off strong, thrusting hard into you with a force you'd never felt before.

Wanda grunted in your neck as she drank from you, feeling her thirst be quelled with your addictive blood. You grabbed onto her back, feeling like you were about to fall right through the bed. She was over you, inside you, around you, and even in between, surrounding all your senses and invading you in all meanings of the word. It was raw and intimate and cathartic, and you felt drunk with pleasure and pain as she fucked you and drained you.

While your entire body felt on fire, the feeling in your neck turned cold. Wanda knew she needed to stop before she killed you, but the feral animal in her couldn't bear to stop. She wanted more of you, all of you, she wanted to drink every last drop until she was full.

Finding what self-control she had, Wanda had to tear herself away from you with a growl, sitting up and feeling the room spin around her. She was drunk off your blood, inebriated and liberated. As she opened her eyes, you saw the mad, crazed, hungry look in her pupils through your dimming vision. The lightheadedness in you made you relax, and you grabbed Wanda's cape to keep yourself there.

You watched your own blood glisten from Wanda's mouth, smeared all across her face due to the sloppy aggressiveness with which she had taken you. You could feel a wetness on your neck, blood smeared around the bite and even the side of your face, dripping onto the white sheets below and staining them like snow.

Wanda meant it. She wanted to keep you alive. You were too pretty and too sweet for her to ever let you go or let you die.

"You're mine now," Wanda growled, her voice deeper than it was before. "I've tasted you and taken you." She slammed her hips extra hard, driving her cock deep inside you and causing you to whimper. You were halfway there, only able to feel the pleasurable stretch inside you and the way her cock nudged against a sweet spot deep within. "You'll be here with me for the rest of your life, letting me drink you and fuck you. The best part is that you will like it. You do like it, don't you, detka?"

You had lost your mind. You nodded and whined an incoherent form of a confirmative answer, your eyes glazed eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head and stay there.

Wanda smiled in satisfaction as she continued to hammer into you. "I knew you were perfect." Her hips stuttered as she moaned, her thrusts getting sloppier.

Your walls were tightening around her, and the dizziness in your head amplified as a pressure coiled in the pit of your stomach. Wanda fucked you harder so that you were pushed over the edge, arching off the bed and moaning. Wanda watched some of the blood from your neck roll down your chest and over your breast, and the sight alone was enough for her to cum.

You were surprised to feel liquid rushing inside you as Wanda filled you with her fake cum. She slowed her thrusts, and you both were trembling from the heights you had experienced.

Wanda waved her strap away with her magic and sat up from you, looking down at the sight of you. You were bloodied and filled, fucked and drained. You were one of the most beautiful sights she had seen in all her days.

as a vampire wanda doesn’t have a desire for sex anymore, her thirst for blood is bigger than anything else

buuut

when she decides to start feeding from y/n, they make out and wanda starts kissing her neck, ready to bite her

but her urge to touch y/n and make her submit to her gets so much bigger the more they make out, specially when wanda finds out how tight y/n is

so instead of feeding herself she keeps kissing y/n, her hands groping her until she gets under her underwear

“you’re so tight” “i’m usually the one doing the fucking, wanda”

knowing that makes wanda go insane

after making y/n’s cum on her fingers she gets the urge to taste her and gets surprised when that doesn’t cause her nausea or makes her ill, so from that point on wanda basically feeds from y/n’s blood and cum

she did not expect to really have sex with y/n that night because she never goes all the way, just feeds herself and that’s it, her powers makes the prey forget and think a one stand was all that hapenned

so wanda does not have a strap with her that night, but she uses one that y/n has

when wanda asks her for the strap y/n says she wants to touch wanda as well, and to fuck her first

but wanda makes a bet with her and says that if y/n can move her legs after she’s done, then she can fuck her

she does end up feeding from y/n that night: after making her cum a bunch with the strap she spreads y/n’s legs and start to kiss her tighs

that obviously doesn’t happen

that’s when she bits her inner thighs and finally drinks her blood

a vampire’s bite is very pleasure to their prey; it makes them all fuzzy and paralised, but wanda wants more, so she fingers y/n while she feeds

wanda is not hungry so she doesn’t drink too much

when she’s done she licks the bite to heal it

and y/n is so spent she passes out a bit after

wanda can’t stay because the sun will be up soon and y/n’s curtains are not thick enough to protect her

but she comes back the next night and the next and the next

with time wanda’s human desires would come back and she would let y/n touch her, riding her face or her strap until she’s satisfied

her kinks would also get darker: i can see vampire!wanda making a potion to keep herself awake during the day so she could fuck y/n while she sleeps before waking her up. wanda would also be into overstilmulation and blood kink, and sometimes they would do knife play