#vampire fics

“Oh, fuck…”

Your thighs shook on either side of your Vampire’s head while your fingernails dug into the wooden headboard you were bracing yourself on. His mouth was firmly latched onto your core, and had been for the last three orgasms. Every time you tried to let up or move away his hands dug even harder into your thighs to keep you in place, sensitivity be damned. Followed by a muffled, “one more…” beneath you. 

You were about to come again, and you were unsure if you were going to be able to remain upright afterwards. You could also feel Josh’s fangs against your folds, which not only turned you on even more but let you know that you were in for a bite soon. He had held back from biting you the whole night, as if he was testing himself to see how long he could go without giving in. 

One of the benefits of Josh being a Vampire was that that skilled tongue of his never tired, and he would try to drown himself in you. It genuinely surprised you at how insatiable he was, but you’d never complain. While you had had good lovers in the past, no one had ever truly made it their mission to spoil you like Josh did. Part of you was still getting used to this amount of loving attention. It had been a long time since you had felt anything remotely close. 

At this point you were grinding onto his mouth, chasing your release. It wasn’t long before you were hurtled over the edge, crying out even louder than before as one hand hit the wall and the other was buried in his curls to keep him in place. He moaned against your core, sending shockwaves through your body as he continued to work you through it. 

As with the other rounds, as soon as you tried to get up he held you back down. 

“Boy Scout I don’t think I-”

However, this time it wasn’t to dive back into you. Instead he turned his head to his left and sank his fangs into your thigh, unable to hold back any longer. 

You relaxed into him as he drank from you, and a  serene smile spread across your face. Your grip in his hair softened, and you lovingly moved the sweaty curls off his forehead. 

Meanwhile, your Vampire was lost in his own world. Or more accurately, your world and memories. Josh immediately recognized the man with you from previous memories, and his brows knitted together as the scene played in his mind. 

It was late, and you and Collin were being Those People by keeping the boutique open well past their closing time. 

“I really like this one…” he whispered in your ear which caused you to giggle a little too loudly. The two of you were looking at a perfume display in the back of the store. “I want to smell it on you…later…” he whispered even quieter, smirking as he did so. 

You looked down at the bottle,  Bouquet de la Reine was written on the front label. It was very, very floral, particularly with Jasmine notes. But you liked it, and Collin seemed to like it even more. But one detail stopped you from committing to it. 

“Aren’t you worried she’ll also smell it later?”

Collin rolled his eyes, “even if she does I can come up with an excuse. She never asks questions anyway, you know that.” 

You turned to him and smiled, not even batting an eye at what he said, “let’s get this one!”

The last thing Josh saw was a smarmy smile on Collin's face before the memory vanished. With one last swallow of your blood, he carefully pulled his fangs from your flesh. He looked up to stare at you, loving the view he had from this angle. His hands released your thighs and you collapsed next to him. The dim lighting in the room made the sheen of sweat that covered you nearly shine, and the flush in your cheeks even more pronounced. He shifted so he was laying next to you, and leaned over your face before softly lowering his mouth to yours, allowing you to taste yourself in more than one way. 

Later on, after you cleaned up and were settled back in bed before the sun rose, Josh couldn’t help but replay that memory over and over in his head. He wasn’t jealous that you had past lovers, at least not a lot, but he was very curious as to Collin’s importance since you had never mentioned him at all. 

You turned to your Vampire, ready to cuddle up and sleep through the day. But he had a weird look on his face. The wheels in his head were turning behind those big brown eyes.

“Sweetheart…can I ask you something?” His voice was soft, timid even. 

You nearly snorted at him. He could ask you anything, he knows that. 

“Of course you can, Boy Scout,” letting out a small airy laugh. 

Josh sat up, wanting to face you properly. He didn’t want to be nosy, but he had to ask at least one question so that his mind would calm down about the subject. 

“Whose…whose Collin?” 

The sound of his name made you freeze. It had been nearly a century since you had even talked about him, which was on purpose. You hated even thinking of the man. 

“How do you-” 

“From your blood, babe,” he reached over for your hand, trying to convey that he was only curious. 

Of course. Of fucking course. You had been very naive to think that he wouldn’t come across any memories of Collin. You had 35o years of memories, what were the chances he’d land on those. You mentally kicked yourself for not even preparing for this question, or for him to be brought up. But you were optimistically thinking that Collin was dead and buried, both figuratively and emotionally. You sat there, staring at your curious lover, trying to figure out a place to start. 

“Collin was…Collin was someone from my past.” 

“I gathered that, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip before continuing, “we were together for a short period of time. Nearly three years.” 

Three years is a long time, at least to Josh who was still within the first year of being Undead. Collin was more significant than he thought. 

“Oh…an ex boyfriend?” 

You shook your head, “not necessarily, but we were together physically.” You were ashamed of the other details. That he had been married that entire time, and that you were complacent in his infidelity. “I’m not very proud of it, Josh.” 

This made him even more confused and curious, “why?”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing your words.

“He was…well he was married all of those years.” You looked down at your joined hands, not able to look at Josh quite yet. You didn’t want him to think that this was a habit of yours. 

He was silent, but his thumb rubbed across your knuckles. 

“It was a long time ago and it was the first and last time I’d ever been in that situation before and I’m not proud of it ok but it happened and-”

Your rambling was cut off with his lips on yours, both silencing you and comforting you. As he pulled away, your eyes betrayed you and began to water. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he whispered. 

But you were you. You didn’t want this hanging over your head, anxious on the other shoe dropping and Collin coming up again down the line. No, you needed to rip the bandaid off. 

“No it’s ok I just haven’t spoken about this in a long time,” you started. 

“We met in a park…” 

It was Spring, late Spring. The sun had set a little over two hours ago, and you were taking your evening stroll through one of the parks near the hotel you were staying at. Most of the flowers had closed up for the night already, but you were still able to smell them as you passed. At this point your routine was simple: walk the park, spot someone alone, Persuade them to follow you behind the trees, have your dinner, and send them on their way with no memory of the encounter. When it came to hunting, less was more. You never fed in the same place twice, and you always varied on who you chose to lead away from the path. 

Tonight, the moon was half full, with just enough light in the sky to cast perfectly convenient shadows in the local flora. Your dress was a very calculated shade of green, that would help you blend in even more. Not too emerald to stick out amongst the more dull colors of the general public, but just green enough to look at home in the ivy. 

You were on your third lap of the park, and out of sheer boredom you chose to sit down on a lonely bench along the path. You hoped you hadn’t missed your window to pick up a proper meal. Just before you gave up and took another lap, a man sat down beside you. A rather striking man. 

“What is a woman as beautiful as you doing in a park all by herself? Alone at night?”

Your gaze snapped in his direction, ready to Persuade him behind a tree and take your chance. But his icy blue eyes stopped you. They reminded you of a wolf with the way they looked right through you. They were eyes so pretty that you knew he could get whatever he wanted by a mere expression. The rehearsed lines died on your tongue. 

“Can’t a woman enjoy the night air?” You managed to get out. 

“Well of course. But by yourself? You never know who is lurking around the corner.”

If only he knew.

“What are you suggesting, sir?” Your patience was growing thin, but not enough to overpower the sheer awe you had at admiring his cheekbones. 

He smiled in a way that didn’t scream smarmy, it was in a way that was genuine, and in a way that made you intrigued. 

“Oh I’m merely offering my arm for the evening. So you can enjoy this…night air…unbothered.” 

Your face twitched as you swallowed down the laugh that threatened to bubble up. Instead, you gave a pleasant smile back.

“And does my guardian for the evening have a name?”

He slowly reached down to take your hand and bring it up to his lips, “Collin Irving, at your service m’lady.” He looked up from your knuckles with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Those bright blue eyes. 

You relented, and the two of you stood up and started down the path. Chatting with Collin was easy. He had a charm about him that was rare, and a captivating way to tell stories. He had you giggling like a schoolgirl, and you weren’t the giggling type. He asked about you of course, and the most you told him was your name and that you were traveling from America. He asked a few more probing questions but at this point in your life you were an expert at giving someone just enough information that made them feel like they knew more than they did. 

The evening came to an end a little over two hours later, having realized the two of you had walked the park nearly five times. You still hadn’t eaten, and you still hadn’t Persuaded him in order to do so. By the third lap you realized you didn’t want to make him a meal. He was too charming to be a one time thing. The thought of Persuading him to forget your face and to forget his night in the park made your chest seize. No, that couldn’t happen. Not to him. 

He ended up walking you back to your hotel, dropping you off just far enough to keep people from starting any rumors. But close enough that he memorized the hotel, and thought of your beaming face and delicate laugh all the way home. To his wife. 

“We started meeting up at the park every night. It was innocent at first. Just two people walking and talking. The chaste ways of that time period helped, but eventually fingers brushing against each other turned into a proper hand hold, and held hands turned into embraces, which turned into kisses in the dark which led to-,” you stopped, trying to read Josh’s face. He had sat perfectly still the whole time, fingers laced with yours with the occasional squeeze. 

“Felt like a fairytale, didn’t it?” He offered softly. 

You looked at the wall and sniffed, “you could say that. It was a few weeks later that I found out that he was married. It was such a cliched moment. I ran into them on the street and had to immediately pretend I didn’t know them at all. But the next night, he showed up at the park like always and “explained” the situation about how it was a marriage of convenience that their parents set up when they were kids and that they were more friends than anything.” You looked up at the ceiling, reliving the embarrassment of that moment all over again. “I should’ve called bullshit. I should’ve Persuaded him to forget me and move on. But I didn’t. Collin had this weird way of making everything feel exciting, like it was our private adventure…and I didn’t want that to end.” Your hands idly fiddled with his fingers, “one of the downsides of immortality is that the monotony of time will eat at you. So when something exciting happens that breaks up that feeling, you want it to stay. Everyone goes through it, and you will too one day. It’s just the order of things.” 

Josh couldn’t wrap his mind around that: the thought of life feeling monotonous around you. But he understood you knew more than him on the subject. 

“Did he know that you were a…”

“Vampire? Not at first, but eventually he found out.” 

Josh widened his eyes, “that sounds risky as hell.” 

You blew a lock of hair out of your face, “a big risk but the one time I did use my Persuasion on him was that he would forget about the existence of Vampire’s when not in my presence, and to never question why I could only meet at night. But I think…I think he liked having a secret of mine to keep too…” 

“Show them to me,” Collin requested while his thumbs ran along your lips. You were sitting up in bed, wrapped up together in the sheets while he cradled your face in his hands. Your hair was completely down and falling around your shoulders and frizzy from the previous activities. The floral scent of the perfume he had bought you hung in the air. That delicious mix of bergamot and jasmine clung to everything, especially on the human before you. 

You knew what he wanted to see. 

You gave him a look, your eyes sparkling from the oil lamps that lit up the room,  “say please…” 

He smiled and obliged, “show them to me, please, my pet.” 

Slowly, you opened your mouth in front of his face, and as slowly and dramatically you could, you let your fangs descend from your upper jaw. 

Collins eyes widened in wonder, having never seen any Vampire fangs before let alone yours. Carefully one of his thumbs reached over and touched one lightly, admiring the length of them and how well they suited your face. 

“Why, what a treasure you are…,” his voice was barely a whisper, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel like a schoolgirl with the way he was marveling at you. No one had ever looked at you like this in decades. His thumb toyed with the point of one, “are they shar-”

You backed away before he could cut himself on them. In the eight months you had been together, you hadn’t fed on him. You had thought about it…you had thought about it a lot, but you restrained yourself. Collin wasn’t food. Collin was…something else. 

“Yes, they are,” you said firmly. 

“Does it hurt? To be bitten?” 

You tilted your head at him, knowing what he was getting at,”of course it hurts…but it can feel good to some…” 

He craned his neck, offering himself to you, “show me.”

You leaned in and narrowed your eyes, “aren’t you worried I could kill you?”

His blue eyes locked on you, “but you won’t, Pet,…we both know you won’t…” 

You stared at him, knowing he was right, Leaning in, you grazed your fangs against his skin, They sank into his flesh, and he cried out in a mix of surprise and pain, but quickly he was moaning underneath you as you straddled his lap. 

Thus started the routine. He’d come over, you’d fuck, you’d bite him, you’d heal the wounds before he went home, and the cycle would start all over again a few nights later. 

“It stayed like that for the next two and a half years,” you sniffed again and rubbed your nose. 

Josh hated the sound of the whole thing. Not because it was another man, but because he was seeing red flags everywhere and he was helpless to stop whatever you were going to tell him next.

“He called you, ‘pet?’” His upper lip was twisted in disgust at how demeaning that was. 

Your eyes slowly met his, “...yeah…it was definitely not my favorite but at the time I didn’t care.”

Josh licked his lips and adjusted his hands as he held yours. 

“He made it feel fun though,” you said distantly, “I wasn’t always in that hotel. Sometimes I’d be at his summer house in the country, and his staff would be informed that I had a skin condition that rendered me unable to be in the sun at all. Most of them nodded and did their duties and the ones that didn’t I just Persuaded into doing it anyway. If I wasn’t there I’d be joining him on business trips. He’d buy me whatever I wanted, even when I said I didn’t need it, send me flowers whenever-”

“Which ones?” Josh interjected.

“What?”

“Which flowers?” 

The question caught you off guard and you blinked at him, “Jasmine usually. He said they reminded him of that first night in the park.” 

Josh nodded and made a mental note to never buy you Jasmine flowers, no matter what.

You continued, “not to be a cliche but all good things come to an end.”

The clock read 10:30, and he was late. 

 It was December, and you were patiently waiting for Collin to show up at the hotel you were currently residing. He had insisted that when he was in the city that you were to have nothing but the best living-wise, and the suite you were in was written off as a vaguely worded business expense. As long as the numbers added up at the end of the day, the labels didn’t matter according to him. 

You sat on the bench in front of the window, looking down at the street hoping to see any signs of him. Collin was never late. When he told you what time he’d be somewhere he always meant it. So where was he? You sipped on your wine while you tried not to imagine the worst. 

Before you could form any more scenarios in your head, the door burst open and suddenly your blue-eyed boy was in front of you. You jumped up in surprise and met him halfway across the room, and immediately hopped to wrap your legs around his waist. 

He showered your face with kisses, a usual greeting but he was far more enthusiastic this time. 

“Well I’m happy to see you too, Mr. Iring,” you giggled and leaned in to capture his lips. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, “Pet, I have the most amazing news.” 

Your mind whirled with possibilities, “what is it?” 

“She’s pregnant!” 

You blinked, “who…?” 

“Eleanor, of course!”

The blood started pumping in your ears, and you slowly let your legs down to stand in front of him. His wife was pregnant. The thought of them being together physically was something you never thought about. Not because you didn’t think it wasn’t happening, but because you never wanted that image in your mind. However Collin always made it sound like they never even held hands, let alone that. 

You tried to keep your expression neutral, “when…when did this happen?” 

He was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly not reading the energy of the room, “the week of my birthday last month.” 

“Your birthday? But we were in Spain on your birth-”

“Yes, but when we came back and I had to stop by the manor for those three days? She practically pounced on me the second I walked through the door. You should’ve seen our maid’s face!”

You didn’t find it as funny as Collin did. 

Unable to keep it to yourself, your thoughts spilled out, “I thought you were never with her that way.” 

“Pet, of course it happened…it just happened so infrequently that it felt like I was never with her.” 

You shouldn’t have felt disgusted, you had no right to, but you couldn’t help it. Silently you retreated back to the bench and picked up your wine glass. 

Collin sighed and followed you over, sitting on the opposite side of the bench. 

His voice was quiet, “it will mean, however, that our arrangement will have to come to an end.” 

Your eyes snapped in his direction, “why?” 

“My responsibilities are different now, Pet. I need to be around more. The midwife thinks it's going to be a boy, and Eleanor agrees. I hope they’re right. Just thinking of another Irving to pass on the name? The business one day? The thought of becoming a father has always been on my mind. Especially the idea of an heir. A true legacy, Pet.” 

You scoffed at how draconic it sounded, “you never mention that to me.” 

Collin threw his hands up in defeat, “I’m sorry… was there ever a good time to bring it up? It's not like it would happen with you.” 

Your eyes bore into his, “what’s that supposed to mean.” 

“Oh don’t read into that, you know exactly what I mean. Even if something horrible happened and you ended up being my wife, it's not like you could-”

“Not like I could what?” Your eyes were watering now. 

“Your kind can’t…have children, can they?”

His words slapped you in the face. There it was. The real reason. 

“I’m sorry I’m so useless to you now because I can’t produce a dozen little Irvings for you. I’m glad Eleanor is there to help you live your dreams, Collin, Congratulations,” you practically spat at him. 

“No no don’t be like that,” he tried to grasp your hands but you wrenched them away from his grasp. 

“If you know so much about my kind, then why aren’t you afraid I could kill you right now?” 

He tilted his head and looked into your eyes, and mirrored the same words he had said years prior, “but you won’t, Pet…we both know you won’t.” 

You sniffed, keeping eye contact with him as you rose up on your knees and took his chin in your hand, keeping his gaze locked with yours. 

“You’re right. That would be too easy. Instead…,” you felt your power rise up from your throat, “instead the second you leave this room, you will never contact me again. Every time you consider it, the thought disappears as soon as it's formed. But you’ll remember me. You’ll remember my face, my smell, my flesh in your hands, and worst of all, you’ll miss my teeth in your neck. I will haunt you until the day you die, Collin Irving. You’ll never feel satiated again. Do I make myself clear?”

He blinked once, and slowly said, “...yes…”

“Leave. Now.” 

He wordlessly stood up and exited the room, not even looking back as he shut the door. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps down the hall anymore, your face finally crumpled and the tears fell. The other shoe dropped, and the gravity of the last three years finally hit you. 

The grip Josh had on your hands was getting tighter the further you got in your story, and his jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he’d crack a tooth. The thought of anyone talking to you like that made his blood boil. 

“Did you ever see him again?” He asked tightly. 

“Twice, actually. But they were years apart.” 

It was 1873, and you were back in London.

You weren’t even properly visiting, just passing through on your summer holiday. But there you were, standing under an awning waiting for the dusk to fully give in to the night. Across the street from you blue eyes were locked on you, in the same way they had all those years ago. But your ex-lover wasn’t alone. No, beside him was a young boy who was more focused on the toy boat in his hands than anything else. 

Before you could stop yourself you were crossing the street, standing in front of Collin for the first time in a decade. He hadn’t changed much, a few more creases around his eyes and his light hair had faded to an even lighter shade. But his stare was the same, and the charm still oozed off of him even as he stood there silent. 

“Pet,” he whispered. 

You hated the way your heart lurched at his voice. He didn’t deserve a reaction like that, but you had it anyway. 

“Collin.” 

He seemed unable to stop himself from rambling, “I think about you every day, Pet. I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me again. Are you in London long? Where are you staying? Maybe I could-”

“Papa, can we go home now?”  The child’s voice interrupted any chance of you answering any of Collin’s questions. 

You looked down at him. His toy boat was under his arm, and he was standing a little behind Collin, a little shy. His hair was auburn, if not a little darker, and his eyes were on the brown side of hazel. He didn’t have any of Collin’s features. He had Eleanor’s, that much was clear.

“And what is your name, young sir?”  Your voice was light and friendly, as he was completely innocent to the situation surrounding his father and yourself. 

“Matthew…,” he answered, looking down at his shoes.

You smiled at him and turned back to Collin. 

“How old is he?”

The question seemed to sober up Collin, and his eyes were steady as he answered, “turned ten earlier this month.” 

The understanding silence between you was deafening. 

“Decided to take him out for a bit, let his mum have a few hours to herself.”

Stiffly, you asked, “how is Eleanor?” 

“She’s doing well. A little tired these last few weeks as our youngest have been poorly-”

Your eyes flickered down at Matthew and then back up at Collin.

“Youngest?” 

Collin swallowed, as if he got caught saying something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Yes there’s…there’s four of them all together.” 

You needed to leave, you had heard enough. 

“Four?” 

The energy between you was getting more awkward by the second. 

“Yes it's Matthew here,” he patted the boy’s shoulder, “then our Colleen, and then the twins…Edwin and Jasmine.” 

The name Jasmine stood out like a sore thumb. You hadn’t worn that particular fragrance in years, but you remembered how his favorite perfume on you smelled vividly of that particular flower. Did he really name his child after…? Your nostrils flared slightly at the notion. 

“Oh…well I hope the little ones feel better soon,” you looked down at his first born, “it was nice to meet you, Matthew.” The child gave you a shy look before hiding even more behind Collin. 

This was too much. You needed to leave for your own sanity. 

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Collin,” you turned around and started walking as quickly as you could to blend in with the humans. 

“Wait! We can walk you-”

“Goodbye, Collin,” you called over your shoulder, making a left down a side street and using your full speed to distance yourself as fast as possible. 

“Collin…named his daughter…Colleen? How original,” Josh said as he raised his eyebrows and blinked. 

“I wish I could say I was surprised, but Collin’s biggest fan was himself so…it tracked,” you shrugged and ran a hand through your hair. You were getting tired, but you had to finish what you had started. 

“The last time I saw him was less awkward, but even more depressing,” you began. 

It was 1922, and over 60 years had passed since you had last seen Collin Irving. It was a new century, a new time, and the only reason you thought of him again was because you had run across an article from across the pond that stated he had finally handed over the business to his oldest son, citing poor health. 

Was it pettiness? Curiosity? Or the fact that you were a glutton for punishment that led you to the sidewalk in front of his manor. It was nearly midnight, and only a few rooms seemed to be lit from within. As you made your way to the front door you couldn’t help but notice the Jasmine vines that were climbing the front of the house. 

Persuading yourself into the house was second nature, and as one of Collins maids led you up the stairs to his room the empty state of the house struck you as well. They could be sleeping, you thought, but it was still strange to only see staff walking about the halls. 

The door was opened for you and you were ushered inside. When the door was shut, your eyes scanned the room and spotted the four-poster bed on the far wall. There he was, propped up against the headboard with several pillows, dozing with his chin tucked to his chest. He looked so frail, his skin looked nearly gray.

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, silently watching your former flame. He started to cough, rather violently, which made him wake up and reach for a handkerchief next to him on the bed. He was so focused on coughing into the cloth he still hadn’t noticed you. The cough was a deep one, and nearly gurgled as he continued. A scent hit the air however, and the mystery illness was made clear. 

Blood.  

Humans were being plagued with a disease called “consumption” or “tuberculosis”, and attacked the lungs. By now there were small medical advancements for the disease, but for a man as old as Collin…there was little hope. 

He opened his eyes as he wiped his mouth, his eyes were cloudy now, but you could tell he could see you regardless. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

You tilted your head, “Not quite.” 

“Pet…?” Your mouth flinched at the name. 

“Collin.” 

“Why…why are you here?” His voice rattled and wheezed. 

“Word on the street is that you don’t have much time left.” 

He stared at you in a way that made you feel he was looking through you.

“Are you Death then, coming to collect me?” 

“No…not that either.”

He reached his bony hand towards yours, and you allowed him to take it. It felt like him but it also didn’t feel like him at the same time. His skin was colder, the pads of his fingers felt different due to age. Humans aged so strangely. 

“Is your family here?” 

He shook his head, “no…most of them are at the country house or at their own residences.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, “is anyone here to look after you?” 

“My staff have been at my side this entire time.”

You suspected his children were waiting out for their inheritances, if they were anything like their father. 

“Eleanor?” 

Collin’s eyes softened and he looked down, “Eleanor passed ten years ago.”

“Collin Irving, dying all alone,” you failed to hide the amusement in your voice. 

As if on cue, he started coughing again, this one was a lot louder than the last. 

“I could take it away, you know. Just a few drops would clear your body out in minutes,” you offered as your fingers smoothed down your dress. 

“Eh…I don’t need that, Pet. I’m ready to go. I’ve lived a full life.” 

“I’m sure you have,” you tried and failed to show that the last sentence didn’t sting. 

“I thought about you, every day since that night,” he confessed. 

Good, you thought, the confirmation that your Persuasion still held up all these years later warmed you inside. 

Playing along, you said, “you did?” 

He nodded, “oh yes. I felt like every time I’d turn a corner you’d be there as you used to be. I missed having you with me all the time. Even planted the Jasmine outside so that I could smell you whenever I’d open a window. I didn’t realize how much of a loss it was until it was too late. I always meant to reach out to you but I never got around to it. I’d want to write to you but it would slip my mind so easily.”

“I wouldn’t have read them anyway,” you shrugged. 

“Just as well,” the hand that was holding yours squeezed your hand, “your skin is as soft as ever…” 

“Is it, now?” 

“Never felt anything like you again, you know. I tried, no other woman could compare.” 

You winced at that “compliment.” 

“So much for being a family man,” you said coldly, taking your hand back and settling it in your lap. 

“Why are you really here, Pet?” 

Fine, you would be blunt, “I wanted to watch you suffer.” 

He held his hands up, “as you said, I’m dying alone, shriveled and broken. Is that what you wanted?”

No. What you had wanted was to fight for you sixty years ago, to not throw away what you had, but that didn’t happen. You sighed, knowing you had overstayed your welcome. 

Abruptly you stood, smoothing down your dress one more time, “this is my last goodbye, Collin.” 

He began to protest, “no not yet, you only just arrived. Stay with me, please.” 

You shook your head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “like I said, until the day you die, Collin Irving, I will haunt you.” 

Before he could respond he started coughing again, his body shaking from the movement, and you took that as an opportunity to swiftly exit the room, never to see him again. The distant sound of his labored breathing and wet coughs being the last memory you had of Collin Irving.

“He was dead a week later, according to the obituary,” you took a shaky breath, emotionally exhausted. Your Vampire was still with you, listening to every word and trying his best not to interrupt. He wanted to ask if you knew where Collin was buried, for reasons, but he kept it to himself and made another mental note to google it later. 

Josh could tell you were beat, and without hesitating he reached over to pull you into his lap, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you were surrounded by his warmth. 

“One less asshole in the world, then,” he said softly.

“Yeah…,” you agreed. 

“The sun is up now, why don’t we rest and sleep the day away?” 

You opened one eye and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 8:00 AM. 

“Sounds great, Boy Scout,” you tilted your head to give him a soft kiss on the hinge of his jaw. 

The two of you got settled under the duvet, legs tangled and facing each other. Josh brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before lacing his fingers with yours and settling them between you. 

“I know that was hard for you, but thank you for telling me,” he made one more mental note to not bring up Collin even if he saw more memories of him in the future. The less said about him the better. 

“Does this count as us having the ‘exes’ talk? Another milestone down,” you yawned.

Josh loved the sound of that.

“I’ll never hurt you like that, or at all, ever,” he promised. 

Your eyelids were heavy but you forced them open to look into his doe eyes and teased, “silver handcuffs aside?” 

“Hey!” his nose crinkled in defense but he joined in with your laugh. You were too far away, he felt and he pulled you even closer to him, your chests nearly flush against each other. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, sleep quickly coming for him too. 

You hated being overly sentimental, but the fact that Josh literally gave his life to save yours floated through your head. As well as the realization that he always put you first, which you still weren’t fully used to yet, but you were getting there. And just before you fully gave into sleep, you made another realization that you never gave Collin a nickname like you did Josh. He was always just Collin. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact you couldn’t even think of something you would have called him, hypothetically. 

But you were happy about that, because there was only one Boy Scout for you. 

To be continued…

As soon as he heard you shifting in the bed, he immediately closed the curtain and turned around. He had tucked you in on his side of the bed, putting one of his robes on your previous lifeless body. Walking over to the bed, he turned on the lamp on the night stand and sat down next to you.

‘‘Hi beautiful,’’ he whispered, caressing some hair out of your face. ‘‘How are you feeling?’’ he asked, making sure to keep the volume of his voice low. You groaned as you tried to open your eyes, immediately closing them again and rubbing your stiff and painful neck. Memories of last night were slowly starting to surface again and threw your arm over your eyes. Even with your eyes closed, the small light on your left was almost too much. Everything was so bright and so loud ─ you could hear sirens wailing down on the streets, the jingle of slot machines being occupied by the die hard gamblers in the hotel’s casino, people talking to each other. It made your brain feel fuzzy, but at the same time your entire body felt like it was on high alert. It was as if you could feel your own blood slipping through your veins and it made your skin crawl uncomfortably. Instead of the noises being constant, they were fading in and out, because part of you was still human. It was confusing, exciting and scary all at the same time.

‘‘Am I dead?’’ you questioned, slowly removing your arm from your face, cupping it over your eyes instead as if you were shielding them from the sun. Elvis chuckled softly as he turned off the light, darkening the room for your comfort. ‘‘Yes, you are,’’ he stated simply, slipping his hand into yours. The feeling of his skin making contact with yours made you jump a little, but as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand, your muscles seemed to relax again. ‘‘You’ve been in and out for hours, waking up in cold sweat throughout the night,’’ he told you and you sat up in the bed a little, your body feeling weak and heavy. You were quite literally experiencing a hangover from hell, a supernatural one at that, but you were still determined and willing to go through with it. It was all going to be worth it in the end if it meant you and Elvis were going to be together. ‘‘It took your body a while to process my blood. For a second I was scared that you weren’t going to come back to me, doll,’’ he said as he looked down at your hands, your fingers intertwining with his. You leaned forward a little, placing your hand against his cheek to make him look up at you. Through the dark, you found his eyes and smiled softly, caressing your thumb over the apple of his cheek. ‘‘I’m here now,’’ you whispered, ignoring how much energy you lost with every movement. ‘‘I told you I was a strong girl, didn’t I?’’ you said teasingly, squeezing his hand softly. ‘‘So, what do we do now? When will I get my teeth? Do they come with time?’’ you asked, loading him with questions as you let go of his face and hand and opened your mouth, checking for fangs with your fingers. Elvis looked at you and laughed at your antics, getting up from the bed. ‘‘Now you’ll have to feed to complete the process,’’ he said as he walked over to the kitchenette in the suite and opened the fridge. You followed him with your eyes, pulling the blankets off of you before you slowly crawled to the end of the bed, sitting on your knees. You swallowed at the sight of the see through IV bag filled with crimson liquid ─ the liquid that was going to become part of your daily nutrition. Your eyes were hyperfixated on the bag in Elvis’ hand as he grabbed a glass and walked over to you, sitting down next to you on the bed. You felt like a dog who was being teased by their owner, dangling a juicy bone in front of your face. Suddenly, you felt as if you were swallowing knives and saliva gathered in your cheeks. Without you even realizing it, your human instincts were slowly being overruled by the monstrous instincts that were crawling deeper and deeper into your bones. Before you could quite literally drool at the sight of Elvis squeezing some blood into the glass, you had already grasped it out of his hands. You had no idea what to expect when you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip, but as the blood hit your tongue, you pulled back and coughed a little. The taste was metallic and uncomfortable and simply disgusting, but it only took about five seconds for the rational part of your brain to be replaced with that instinct again, that same hunger you felt a minute ago, only this time it seemed to grow in intensity. As your eyes fell back on the glass, you took it back and took another, bigger, sip. And another one, and another one. It took everything inside of you not to lick the damn glass clean.

‘‘Baby, stop,’’ Elvis warned you, grabbing the glass out of your hand and dropping the IV bag into his lap, grabbing your wrist as your hand was reaching out to the bag now instead. ‘‘You don’t have to rush it. There’s already enough in your system,’’ he said sternly and your eyes ripped away from the bag, looking at his face instead. You slowly nodded your head and as he let go of your wrist, you got up from the bed. ‘‘I.. I need to pee,’’ you announced randomly, ignoring the smell of blood as much as you could. He just gave you a nod before you disappeared into the bathroom and you turned on the lights, which took you a full two minutes to get used to. You were dead, why did you even still have to pee? Slightly annoyed, you walked over to the toilet, about to sit down until a sharp pain in your gums suddenly made you cry out and Elvis was in front of you in a split second. You grabbed onto his arms, digging your fingers into his skin roughly which made him groan softly. With you freshly turned and fed, and not knowing your own strength yet, you could easily outmatch him. He figured it was best not to tell you, though. ‘‘I told you it was gonna hurt, lil’ one,’’ he said, trying not to sound smug and you gave him an angry glare, letting him take you over to the sink. He turned the tap on, splashing some water in your face to distract you from the pain. You knew he was only trying to help and get you through this, but the water and the sound of him shushing you combined with the feeling of your gums splitting open to grow an extra pair of teeth got you growing annoyed real quick. You grabbed onto his wrist and pushed it away from your face, but with your newfound strength you could barely register what was going on when you heard the sound of bones cracking and Elvis letting out a grunt in pain. You widened your eyes at the sight of his wrist hanging in a very uncomfortable position, but before you could even apologise, he let out an awkward laugh and gave his body the few seconds it needed for his bones to mend up, shaking his hand a little bit. ‘‘It’s okay, baby, don’t worry ‘bout it,’’ he smiled, waving off the fact that you had just broken his wrist. ‘‘Let me see,’’ he said as he gently grabbed your chin and made you part your lips. The sharp, quite excruciating, pain you were experiencing seconds ago disappeared, though it was still a bit of an uncomfortable feeling. Elvis lips rose into a smile as he saw the two small fangs sticking out proudly and beautifully, a sense of proud washing over him. He was your maker, after all.

‘‘Look at you, baby,’’ he whispered, letting go of your chin as he placed his hands on your shoulders. As he turned you toward the mirror and you had a glimpse of the new you for the first time, you gasped softly. You did not recognise the girl staring back at you. The sclera of your eyes were bloodshot red, irises black. Veins decorated your skin right underneath your eyes, moving delicately under your flesh. As you slightly parted your lips, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of two pointy white fangs sticking out. They weren’t big and clunky and neither was your skin pale as snow like you had read about in books and seen in movies. Even in death, you looked more alive than you had ever done before. You met Elvis’ eyes through the mirror as he stood behind you, leaning down to gently lean his chin on your shoulder. ‘‘You look beautiful, darlin’,’’ he whispered, kissing your cheek before he turned back to the reflection of both of you and you watched in awe as his eyes darkened and the same veins that were on your face appeared on his. You had seen his face like this so many times before, you had even been terrified of it the first time he showed it to you, but right now it had your heart swelling up with admiration. To you, there was something magical about this moment. You felt closer to him than you ever had before, over the moon that he had granted you with the same gift he once was. ‘‘Will my face stay like this all the time? Yours doesn’t,’’ you questioned, breaking the short silence that lingered between you comfortably. He smiled and shook his head, lifting his chin from your shoulder. ‘‘It won’t. It’s like this right now because you’ve just turned and you don’t know how to control it yet,’’ he told you, standing up straight a little and you watched him through the mirror as he shifted his face back to its normal state again. Hiding his darkness underneath a very handsome mask. The thought made you smile a little and your eyes followed him as he leaned in closer to you again, hands on your hips.

‘‘Concetrate, Y/N,’’ he told you in a low voice as he made you look at yourself in the mirror. You did as told and stared at yourself in the mirror, trying not to let his hands on your waist distract you from your concetration. ‘‘You’re hungry right now, I know you are. You’re craving blood and it’s all you can think about, without you even knowing it, it’s slowly consuming you,’’ he whispered, one of his hands moving up your side, fingertips dancing against the fabric of his robe you were still wearing. You looked at him for a second, wanting to protest and question his tactis. The talk about blood was only making your mouth water more, instead of making your face return to normal. His hand moved from your side to your chin, making you once again look at yourself and keeping you there. His touches were gentle but firm enough for you to shut up and listen. ‘‘When you feel the blood rushing, you’ll tell yourself that you’re gonna get it through it. You’re a strong girl, ain’t you? I know you are,’’ he grinned at you, planting a gentle kiss on top of your head, though his eyes never left yours. ‘‘I’m not tellin’ you to ignore your instincts, honey, but sometimes we have to hide ‘em. We can’t allow the urges to take control, you’re stronger than them. Concetrate on something else, anything is fine,’’ he told you and you closed your eyes, putting your focus on your other senses. With the guidance of his voice, you were pushing the sense of hunger further into the back of your mind, focusing on the water that was still running from the tap. It got louder and louder, up to the point where it was all you could hear and as if someone was holding a needle to a balloon, emotions ruptured through your entire being. Your eyes shot open and gasped softly as you looked at yourself in the mirror, looking straight into your own eyes that had shifted back to normal. The veins disappeared and the fangs were gone ─ as if you were human again. This suddenly reminded you that your whole entire world had been flipped upside down. For all you know, you had run into countless vampires before meeting Elvis and now you had become one of them. Feeling as if you were in some kind of fever dream, you felt tears burning in your eyes. Elvis noticed immediately and gently turned you around to face him, leaning forward to turn the water off. He cupped your face in his hands, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs as he kissed your lips a few times. He knew exactly what you were going through right now, because he had been in your spot before. He was a complete mess during his own transition and his first feed hadn’t been as easy as yours. Instead of a blood bag, he fed from a warm body, who wasn’t alive to reminisce about the gruesome deed anymore.

‘‘I don’t e-even know why.. why I-I’m cry.. crying,’’ you hiccuped as you looked at him, trying to stop the tears from coming, but your body seemed to have a mind on its own. ‘‘I w-wanted this. I still d-do,’’ you sobbed and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your state, which only made you cry harder. ‘‘It’s the heightened emotions, baby,’’ he told you, laughing softly as he let go of your face and wrapped his arms around you. Swinging your arms around his waist, you cried like a baby in his chest. ‘‘What does that mean?’’ you questioned, your words being muffled by the sound of the fabric of his blouse, but he heard you perfectly clear. If you had been in the right mind, you would’ve noticed he was dressed up and ready for anything, and how good he looked. Elvis didn’t seem to care about the fact that you were ruining one of his blouses with your tears. ‘‘It means that.. when someone becomes a vampire, all of their natural behaviours get sort of.. amplified,’’ he told you and you slowly lifted your head, blinking a few times as you frowned curiously at him. ‘‘Everything about your personality will stay the same, only bigger and.. better,’’ he said with a frown of his own, laughing. ‘‘Sort of,’’

‘‘So, you’re telling me that I’m basically still me.. but on crack?’’ you questioned with a raised eyebrow, a smile threatening to break through the tears. He pursed his lips, humming as he nodded along with a shrug of his shoulders. ‘‘Basically, yes. As long as you’re not a secretive serial killer, I think we’ll be alright,’’

‘‘No, instead I went straight for vampire,’’ you commented matter-of-factly, sighing deeply as you stepped out of his embrace. You turned back to the mirror and ran your hands through your hair, before you walked out of the bathroom with Elvis following behind. You groaned softly as your eye caught the blood bag laying on the bed and walked over to the window, ripping open the curtains without thinking. ‘‘Y/N, I wouldn’t-’’ before Elvis could even finish his sentence, you let out a bloodcurdling scream as the sun shining through the windows almost burned you to a crisp. You rushed out of the light and into the shadows of the room, at a speed that felt foreign to you. You gasped as you rubbed your arm and looked at the dark haired man that stood right in the rays shining into the suite. ‘‘You could’ve warned me!’’ you exclaimed in shock and he laughed softly, closing the curtains again before he walked over to you. ‘‘How are you not a pile of ash right now?’’ you asked in almost disbelief, pouting when he took you to the long rounded couch in the room, sitting you down on his lip. He held up his hand in front of your face, showing the ring on his pinky. You grabbed his hand and caressed your thumb over the dark stone, looking at him as he spoke. ‘‘The same thing would’ve happened to me if I wouldn’t wear this ring ─ it’s a day light ring. Not many vampires have them, but it protects us against sunlight,’’ he explained and you gently dropped his hand, stretching your legs out on the couch as you slipped your arm around his shoulder. ‘‘Do I get one?’’ you asked as you looked at him with hopeful eyes, a slight pout adorning your face. He chuckled softly and leaned in to you, pecking your lips. ‘‘Yes, eventually. The ring has to be spelled by a witch in order to work, and unfortunately those are rare in Vegas,’’ he sighed, tightening his arms around your waist a little. Witches? You looked at him with raised eyebrows and he gave you a knowing look. You shouldn’t even be surprised about the existence of witches ─ you were a vampire, for crying out loud. ‘‘For now, the safest thing for you to do is to stay in this room. I’ll come right back after I finish the show and I’ll make some calls for the ring.. maybe we can have a little snack after? I’ll teach you everything,’’ he said as he kissed your cheek softly and you placed your hand flat against his chest, creating distance between the two of you. ‘‘I can’t leave the room? Are you kidding me, Elvis? I have to work tonight,’’ you said, looking at the clock on the wall. You still had a few more hours to go, and even though you said you were quitting your job last night, now you weren’t so sure anymore. Yes, you had immortality, but no money. In the chaos of this morning, you hadn’t learned about compulsion yet and that you would rarely need money at all.

‘‘Don’t worry, doll. I will take care of everything,’’ he assured you, pressing one more kiss on your cheek before he placed you on the couch next to him and got up. He pulled his blouse out of his pants and undid the bottons, walking over to his wardrobe to change his shirt that you had cried on. ‘‘You’re leaving already?’’ you asked as you jumped up from the couch, following him around like a lost puppy. You ignored how delicious his broad shoulders looked as he put on a new shirt, leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed. ‘‘Yeah, I have to rehearse for tonight and some press to do. If I can, I’ll try and come back before the show,’’ he said as he finished buttoning up his shirt, walking over to you to unfold your arms and take your hands in his. ‘‘Everything will be alright, little one. I promise you,’’ he captured your lips in a kiss once more and you sighed against his mouth, too weak to pull back. ‘‘Just.. make yourself at home. Raid the fridge, do whatever you want, just try not to break anything, okay?’’ he laughed as he gently pressed his forehead against yours and you huffed, rolling your eyes but still nodded your head in agreement. There really wasn’t much you could do, since  you would quite literally die if you’d leave the hotel. He let go of your hands and slipped his arms around your waist, hugging you hard which made you return the favor. He grunted softly at the strength of your arms around his shoulders and you laughed softly, letting go of him and planting a quick kiss on his lips. ‘‘I’ll be back before you know it,’’ he told you as you slowly stepped away from each other and you gave him a little wave before he disappeared out of the suite.

Elvis hadn’t even been gone for two hours and you were already bored out of your mind. You already finished three blood bags and smoked half a pack of cigarettes you stole from your work tray that was laying in the corner by the door. You were already dead anyways, so you didn’t have to worry about cigarettes killing you anymore. You took a shower and washed your hair, taking your time with letting it air dry and flick through the channels of the TV. You tried putting them all on at once, since for some reason the man you were sleeping with liked having more than one tv in the same room, but the noise was too much for you. After a while, you were done with meaningless TV shows and boring world news. You let out a dramatic groan as you threw the remote on the coffee table in front of you and got up, taking off the robe you had put on again after your shower. You grasped your working attire from the floor and put it on, leaving the tray for what it was as you slipped out of the suite and into the elevator, pressing the button of the floor your own room was on. You didn’t care if Elvis was going to be mad at you for leaving the room when he told you not to, but you couldn’t be in there for another minute. You needed something to do and stretch your legs a little, preferably not walking around in circles in one of International’s suites. You made it to your floor and your room without getting caught or running into someone and quickly unlocked your door, slipping into the room. You knew going to Elvis’ show tonight probably wasn’t a good idea with the amount of people that would be present, but rehearsal couldn’t be that bad, right? In your mind, you were strong enough to be surrounded by a few people of his crew, the band and his back up singers. No big deal. You stepped out of your work clothes and put on your own clothing ─ deciding to go with a black tight fitted jumpsuit, low cleavage and wide-flared legs. You figured that if he’d see how good you looked, he would forgive you for not listening to him. You put on some make-up and fixed your hair the way you usually wore it, stepping into a pair of black short heeled loafers. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, your confidence through the roof ─ God bless those heightened… everything.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of the hotel, you were overwhelmed. People were everywhere. You could hear them talking amongst each other, you could smell their delicious scent and worst of all, you could literally hear their heart beating against their ribcages. You dug your nails into the palms of your hands, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to focus on anything other than the humans crawling around you.  ‘‘Y/N! Hey girl, what are you doing here?’’ Your eyes shot open at the sound of Serena’s voice, turning your head to look straight into your co-workers’ baby blue eyes. Her long blonde locks were pulled up into a messy ponytail, exposing her neck right in front of your nose. She looked like she had just came back from the hotel’s gym, making men turn their heads twice to sneak a peek at her sculptured thighs and ass in the leggings she was wearing. ‘‘You didn’t clock out last night. Did everything go well at the suite? I heard you were requested by Elvis Presley himself,’’ she said, whispering his name as she gave you a theatrical wink. Even though she wasn’t talking loud at all, it felt like she was yelling right into your ear and you mistook her playful grin for a mocking one. She didn’t even notice you glaring at her as she happily continued talking, stepping closer to you to nudge your arm with her elbow. ‘‘Did something happen between the two of you? What was he like?’’

‘‘Shut the fuck up!’’ you yelled, making people in the lobby stop walking and look your way to see what was going on. You looked around, feeling like you were about to break out in cold sweat as people lingered around, still watching. Serena kept her mouth shut and before she was able to walk away from you, you grabbed her arm and pulled her into the restrooms, pushing her against the countertop roughly. She gasped in shock and pain and you tugged some of your hair behind your ears, pacing back and forth in front of her. Serena stood frozen to the ground, watching you with wide eyes and as you took a step closer to her, she pressed herself against the counter which was avoiding her from moving further away from you. ‘‘Y/N.. Your.. Y-your face,’’ she stuttered and you looked over her shoulder and into the mirror behind her, clenching your jaw as you noticed your face had shifted to its vampiric state. You looked back at her and grabbed her shoulders, eyes lingering hungrily on the flesh in her neck. You licked your lips as you could see her blood pumping through her veins underneath her skin and you inhaled her scent deeply, digging your fingers into her arms. ‘‘You’re hurting me!’’ she cried out in panic, her muscles feeling tense under your touch. It was like the human side to you was completely gone ─ all you could think about was sinking your teeth into her and having a taste. You roughly pulled her along into one of the stalls, locking the door behind you. Despite her panic, Serena seemed to found a moment of courage in her as she slapped you across the face, but the blonde soon realised the mistake she made when you looked at her with those dark eyes and wicked grin on your face. You let your newly found natural instincts take over as you grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head backwards. Your other hand dug into her bare upper arm as you didn’t waste another second and lunged forward, sinking your sharp fangs in her neck. Adrenaline rushed through your body as you tasted her blood and as Serena let out a scream, you quickly moved your hand that was in her hair over her mouth, before her voice could reach human ears. She was kicking and screaming into the palm of your hand, and it did nothing other than stroke your ego. The fear that radiated off of her only satisfied the beast inside of you. You hadn’t even noticed someone entering the restrooms, until a pair of fists banged loudly on the door of the stall you were in. You pulled back from your co-workers’ neck with a gasp, licking your bloody lips. ‘‘Occupied!’’ you yelled over your shoulder, adding pressure to your hand that was still covering Serena’s mouth. ‘‘Elvis sent me,’’ the man on the other side of the door said and you raised an eyebrow, tilting your head at Serena. She looked at you with wide fearful eyes and you sighed deeply, letting go of her completely ─ her weakened legs gave out from underneath her but you didn’t bother to help her stand as you turned around and opened the door, looking at the tall man in front of you with suspicious eyes.

‘‘Yep, definitely the girl I’m lookin’ for,’’ he mumbled as he saw the blood on your mouth and chin, gently pulling you out of the bathroom stall. He stepped inside and got through his knees ─ he talked to your blonde victim for a little bit and you watched as he bit into his hand, giving Serena some of his blood. He helped her stand up straight and she looked at you and the man with a dazed and confused look before she excused herself and left the restrooms. ‘‘I’m Jerry,’’ he said, handing you some toilet paper, pointing at his own mouth. You took it from him and walked to the sink, wiping the blood off of your face. ‘‘Y/N,’’ you said, even though he obviously already knew your name, before  you turned the tap on and got rid off the small splatters that the paper couldn’t. ‘‘How did you know where to find me?’’ you asked, trying to act as casual as you could as you threw the toilet paper in the bin under the sink, crossing your arms as you faced the man behind you. You knew you were in trouble, not only for leaving the room, but for nearly killing your co-worker. You felt guilty for scaring the girl, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to feed from her and to have her fear you. Almost euphoric. ‘‘Oh, I didn’t. But Elvis heard someone screaming and he told me to check it out, already figuring out what was probably happening,’’ he said and you avoided eye contact, which made him laugh. He gave your shoulder a friendly slap and you looked up at him, watching him shrug his shoulders a little. ‘‘It happens to the best of us. Believe me, I was way worse on my first day,’’ he grinned and you could see he was trying to lighten the mood. Just because Elvis was livid, didn’t mean he was going to be. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked out of the restrooms with you. 

You had to admit, the news was hard to hear. You hadn’t expected those things to do something so ghastly, so horrible. But then again, they killed innocent humans and drank their blood, so you couldn’t say you were surprised. But still—you had minor hope for them, well, that was until this morning when that event occurred.

The night was extra dark tonight, clouds nowhere to be seen, but no stars being evident on the black canvas. Your glasses fell to the tip of your nose as you sighed, eyes burning with slight weariness, wanting to get this stupid paper done so you could return to your apartment and sleep for the next few days. A yawn had torn from your lips as you made a sharp turn, spotting a dirt road up ahead. Your eyes thinned as an idea popped into your head; listening to your thoughts before delving down that direction.

It looked like a quicker way to get to your destination. Perhaps if you cut through the woods you could get cut some time.

Another sigh leaving you, your eyes slightly watered for a moment. Your vision blurred as you smacked your lips, eyes rounding when a certain black shadow appeared in front of the headlights of your car. Woods surrounding you, it shocked you that someone or something was out this late at night, a gasp tearing through you as your foot stomped on the break. Neck flinging forward, your forehead smashed against the steering wheel, warm liquid trickling down the flesh of your temple as you groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Adrenaline pumped in your veins. A full ache pounded in your skull, fingers reaching up to press on the wound with squinting eyes. Letting out a hiss, you felt a minor cut, blood coating the pads of your fingertips. Curling your upper lip in irritation, your eyes flew behind the wheel, looking for whatever had made you stop so abruptly. But then you frowned, nothing being there.

“What the fuck?” You snapped aloud in a harsh whisper, opening your car door.

The beeping alarm rang in your ears, your car system telling you that your door was open. Ignoring the sound, your feet padded onto the dirt road, cold breeze fanning your features. Goosebumps littered across your skin, even though you had on a sweater plus a raincoat, mind still a bit fuzzy from banging your head onto the wheel, “Hello?”

Your voice echoed, but there wasn’t anyone who returned it. Your brows knitted together as you heard rustling in the bushes, but figured it could’ve been you being paranoid—until you heard twigs snap. Eyes rounding in fear, you snapped your head towards the location of the sound, but spotted nothing suspicious. Your lips opened to call out again, but this time, you felt someone attack you from behind.

Being kicked to the ground, your palms scraped against the sandy textured floor as scream left you. Flipping to your back, eyes widening in horror, you saw three tall men dressed in all black. You knew who they were. Skin pale and translucent; blue veins protruding from their limbs that weren’t covered by dark clothing. Eyes fierce and animalistic, pupils blending into a dark red shade that pierced through your soul. Hostility swirled in them, amongst with hanger, showing off their fangs as they hissed downwards at your trembling figure.

The middle one took a step closer, thin lips quirking into an evil smirk. His voice was almost like a dream, authentic and versatile, “Look what we have here. A mortal in our town,” he spoke slowly, making you gulp. You didn’t understand. He licked his lips as he tilted his bald head at your horrified state, “You know the laws, sweetheart. Killing on our turf isn’t against the law. So, scream as much as you want, it excites us.”

You shielded your face as he lunged at you, “Wait—please—!”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you curled into a ball as you awaited for his teeth to snatch your lungs through your chest. Hyperventilating, your body trembled, but it never came. Peeling your eyes open, you heard another snarl, accompanied by a bunch of other ones, making shock rock through you. Blinking quickly, a blur of white shadows began to fight against the three vampires, groans and cries falling from the latter as you sat up onto your bottom. Bottom lip shaking, you scooted back, thinning your eyes to catch the movement before you.

But they were already gone. The bad ones, at least. Finally, after a few seconds, a group emerged from the woods—the ones that fought off the killer vamps that were going to feast on you for dinner. Still panting, you gulped as you studied their features.

There had been three of them.

A woman had caught your attention, seeming middle aged, her skin as light as the moon shining above you. Her features were doll like and sharp, eyes deep and dark, sinking into her flesh like honey. Pupils a bright hazel, her fangs were tucked over her lips, which were pink and airy. Hair black and straight, a white long sleeve rolled down her thin arms, black slacks completing the outfit. She looked..normal.

Beside her, was who you believed to be her partner, his hair an icy white that appeared platinum. His eyes matched the strands on his head, a bright yellow, his flesh as fair as the beautiful woman standing next to him. A white button up was folded into half sleeves on his muscular arms, also wearing black slacks, his hair gelled back into perfection. Your breath was taken away by his beauty, and the gentleness swirling in his hues.

Lastly, there was a girl. She was considerably smaller than the other two—and you wondered if she was their child. She looked about fifteen or so, eyes a bright hazel, which startled you to be honest. They were striking and intimidating. A dark maroon dress tugged at her narrow waist, a black coat falling off her nimble shoulders, long blonde hair cascading into waves down towards her back. Her eyes were round, like the woman, and it appeared she inherited it from her. They were naturally glossy, but she staid in her place, staring at you as the man approached you.

Flinching, you scooted back some more as he held his hand out, raising his brows, “Are you hurt?”

After a few moments of silence, you shook your head, swallowing thickly. He nodded before his lips grew into a gentle smile, urging you to accept his hand.

“We won’t hurt you,” he admitted, his tone sincere, “We don’t kill humans. In fact—we prefer having them as pets.”

You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but when his smile grew, you found out he was. Biting your lower lip, you took a chance, and slid your smaller hand into his large one. It was cold, like really cold. It felt like ice against your skin, and your body jerked as he pulled you onto your feet. Furrowing your brows, you pulled your hand back to your side, “I thought vampires were forbidden to leave Vacuo.”

The woman chuckled from the distance between you two, “You are in Vacuo, darling.”

“How? I thought—“

“It’s the border,” the man explained, gesturing to the woods on the right, “You’re barely here, but yes, you’re here. It’s unsafe as of now to return you back to your world, so you must spend the night with us. At least until we figure out where you came from.”

You stared at them in reluctance, “Why should I trust you?”

Offering his hand, he ignored your question, eyes fiery.

“I’m Belen, and this is my family. I assure you that now you’ve obtained this much information about us, it’s safe to say we won’t put any harm in your way. That, and we saved your life just now,” his eyes twinkled, a bit of humor splashed into his tone. Your jaw tightened as he nodded his head at your silence, “It’s your choice. Take a risk and come with us, or spend the night alone in these woods. Up to you.”

Glancing over at your car, you knew that there was no way you’d survive alone in Vacuo. No human every crosses the boundaries of the human world into the vampire realm; and it was bizarre that you did it in accident. Only a fucking idiot like you would do that. You succumbed to the man, nodding slightly, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

Letting out a wince, you watched with careful eyes as the woman placed a bandaid on your wound. The fire crackled in the background as rain slightly trickled onto the rooftop, hearing her softly laugh. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans as you shifted in your seat, watching her thick lashes flutter as she pulls away from you, “The blood doesn’t bother you?”

She shook her head, sending you a soft smile, before turning around and walking over to one of the wooden doors. Their home was welcoming, making you surprised that it wasn’t all grimey and dark. You expected them to sleep in coffins, like the movies, bats littered across the ceiling as spiders and other bugs infested the caves. But no—this was a cottage. The fire made the inside illuminate into a faint yellow, scent of burning wood wagging up your nose, soothing your nerves.

A brown couch was in the living room, which is where you sat, sinking into the cushions. A few family pictures hung on the walls, above the fireplace as well, and you noticed one picture that had caught your eye. It was the three of them, yes, but a boy was also in it—unlike the other pictures in the frames. His eyes were dark and empty, a tight smile on his plump lips, as the man, Belen, pulled him into a side hug.

“My parents had me grow up on cows’ blood,” she explained, snapping you out of your daze. Taking a seat beside you, she handed you a cup of tea that she heated over the fireplace, “—and my children do the same. It helps us keep in tune with our humane side, I suppose.”

You wondered if they poisoned the tea, but shrugged it off. If they planned to kill you—you were already dead anyways.

Sipping on the warm liquid, it felt amazing as it eased the hoarseness in your dry throat. Your eyes flickered over to you, “I uh, love green tea actually.”

“It’s my favorite,” she replied, drinking from her own.

The atmosphere was cozy. You spotted the younger girl peer over her shoulder at you, from the top of the stairs, before vanishing into her room you assumed. The woman laughed beside you, and you actually returned it this time, much to your surprise, “She’s never met a human before—she’s a bit shy.”

You nodded, “It’s fine. I understand,” you waved it off, raising a brow, “What’s your name?”

“Alana, it’s a family name. My mother was named that as well..and you, dear?”

“Y/N,” you smiled for the first time since you had been there.

Her smile grew, “What a beautiful name. My daughter is named Scarlett, and my son is Elliot,” she added on, “He’s hunting right now. Probably won’t be home at all tonight—you know how teenagers are.”

You laughed again at her words, even though you were only eighteen years old. A yawn left you, making her stand up onto her feet, patting the fur blanket that was laid out onto the couch for you, “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you in the morning,” she told you kindly, before approaching the stairs, “Sweet dreams.”

“Thank you,” you told her, and she hummed before going up the steps.

You looked around with your eyes, hoping they didn’t kill you in your sleep. Sinking into the couch, you pulled the warm blanket over you, feeling it melt onto your figure as you sighed happily. It felt like a cloud. Flipping to your side, you tucked your hand beneath your chin, and felt your eyes flutter close, sleep instantly taking over. You must’ve been really exhausted.

Feeling something poke your cheekbone, a small groan left your lips. In a groggy state, your eyes peeled open, brows snapping together at whatever disturbed your sleep. But when they met with a pair of wide ones, staring down at you, feeling whatever the hell the thing was leaning over your figure, a scream scratched your throat.

And then, well, he screamed too.

Jolting into an upright position, knocking the boy onto the ground, he scrambled to his feet before pointing a finger at you, “Mom—why is there a mortal in our house?” He shouted, his chest rising up and down quickly as he caught his breath, narrowing his eyes at your features before plugging his nose, “—and why do they smell like mud and horse shit?”

You let out a gasp at his insulting words, hearing footsteps rumble down the stairs, sending a glare to the red-haired boy that had fallen onto the ground. His hair appeared to be a darkish red, shaven down into a buzz cut, and when he his head turned to the side—you spotted a black widow imprinted into the back of it. Wearing a blazer that was three sizes to big for him, black ripped skinny jeans tightened around his long legs, your chest turned warm at how handsome he actually was.

His eyes were a dark red color, cheekbones beautifully sculpted onto his admirable face. When he towered over you, you realized he was actually very tall, probably reaching around six foot. You didn’t know if he had eyeliner smeared under his eyes, or if they were naturally that dark—but you figured it was the latter, since vampires usually had a more gloomier sense of features. His eyes glued onto yours as you swallowed thickly.

You heard laughter, and glanced to the top of the stairs and spotted the younger girl, Scarlett, you think was her name, giggling with a hand over her mouth. Her blonde hair covered half her face, as it shook due to her movements.

“Elliot, you scared the human!” Alana scolded, who you figured was his mother, who came from behind you.

Elliot.

You remembered her mentioning her son, who had that name, so you put the pieces together and concluded that he was her son. Which was odd, because he didn’t look much like them, his skin considerably more tan compared to their pale complexion. You staid silent as his eyes narrowed into slits down towards you, his gaze sticking to yours, even though his words were directed to his mother, “Where’s father?”

“Trading,” she answered in her soft voice, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes still didn’t leave yours,

“She was lost—and we made a promise to not hurt her. Apologize for your outbursts, Elliot.”

His jaw tightened, this time, a more soft look covering his features.

“I’m—sorry.”

This time, he appeared to be more considerate, offering you even a small smile. You didn’t really return it though, still frightened by how he woke you up, hand still on your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to be rude; since they did take you in and have kept up with their promise of keeping you safe. In a small voice, you nodded, “It’s okay.”

He licked his lips before his mother ran a hand over his hair, smiling pleasantly between you two, “Now, let’s let her sleep. You know humans and their sleep,” she joked, and you briefly hummed before looking back at him. He gave you a once-over, something glinting in his eyes, before placing his hand on his mother’s back and following her up the steps.

When you had woken back up, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, checking to see if there had been any battery.

Nope. Of course.

You didn’t understand how you could’ve wondered across the border. There wasn’t any signs that warned you, and it made you wonder, how often did this happen? How many unlucky humans weren’t saved by this family and died at the hands of the real cold blooded killers? The thought had sent icy chills down you spine, biting on your lower lip, as you tucked your phone back into your pocket.

Throwing the fur blanket away from you, your white sneakers, which were now a murky brown, padded against the brown carpet of the cottage as you explored.

There were pots and pans spread out across the table, a metal bucket hung over the fireplace to most likely boil water or liquid in general. Everything was made of either wood or natural supplies, the floor creaking beneath you as you began to organize everything on the surface. Putting the pots and pans on one side in a neat manner, you then pushed all the chairs back beneath the table, and wiped the checkered tablecloth off with a cloth that was slung over the fireplace.

Finding a bowl of fruits, which was odd since you didn’t think vampires ate anything, you took a bite of the glossy apple that shined. Your stomach rumbled with hunger as your teeth sunk it it, but then let out a hacking cough, realizing it was plastic. You heard a chuckle rumble from behind you, “It’s for decoration—vampires don’t eat food.”

Spinning around, your cheeks heated up as you spotted the boy from earlier, Elliot. Placing the apple back onto the bowl, with new teeth marks indented into it, you pressed your lips together stubbornly.

“I’m now aware of that, thank you very much.”

He chuckled again, and stepped into the light. Candles illuminating his sharp features, you noticed he had an apple tattooed onto his cheekbone, a different language on his right temple—appearing in a sort of asian language. An x was imprinted on burn his eyelids, and when he craned his neck, you spotted a small bird being printed in black onto the left of his throat, “Are you hungry?”

You blinked at him, causing him to sigh.

“My mom would kill me if I didn’t feed you, so, c’mon.”

He didn’t give you a chance to speak, grabbing your wrist and leading you out the house. It was still night time, leading you to be confused, “I thought it would be morning by now.”

Leaves crunched beneath you as he guided you onto a dirt path, long trees shadowing over you, as his shoulder rubbed yours, “You don’t know anything about Vacuo, so you?” He looked over at you with a slight smirk, earning a shake of your head as a reply. You heard a stream in the far distance, birds chirping, as he extended his arm and brushed his fingers amongst the trunks of the trees, “It’s always night here. We perish in the sunlight, yada yada yada, it’s a dome that the human government built for us. All this—is projection.”

Your brows furrowed, “So…the stars aren’t real?”

He shook his head, kicking at a pebble.

“Nope, the sky is fake,” his eyes sparkled, “Crazy shit, right?”

A wave of pity washed over you.

“So..you’ve never seen the real sky?”

He shrugged, tone smooth, “Nah—but it doesn’t matter. Guess that’s the con of being a good for nothing blood sucker,” he showed his teeth, fangs being barred, sending you a wink as his voice was humorous. He snatched a leaf off the branch before picking off the green material, “Now, don’t get me wrong when I say this, but how the fuck do you just end up on the wrong side of the world?”

You laughed softly, running hand through your hair, “I was supposed to be going to work—but I saw something in the road, and then ended up here.”

“What’s your work?”

“Journalist,” you replied, “I like to write.”

“A journalist?” He mused, smirking over at you. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the look he sent your way,

“I don’t like journalists. All they leak is gossip, and are part of the reason we have such a bad reputation.”

You flipped your hair, sending him your own smirk, “Well—you do feed on human blood, so it’s kinda already a bad start.”

“Hey,” he sent you a pointed look, “I don’t. My mom makes me drink cows’ blood—which tastes like shit by the way. Don’t recommend it.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Elliot snickered before approaching a tree, before beginning to climb it. Your eyes rounded, “What are you doing?”

“Getting your food,” he responded in a duh tone, before expertly getting to the top of it. You watched with a look of awe as a nest of bananas has grown beneath one of the leaves, him snatching it before falling back down onto his feet, with perfect stance. You stared at him in shock as he handed you it, “Hope you like bananas, human.”

You scoffed, looking down at his hand, “That had to be at least fifty feet.”

He smiled cheekily, “I’m a vampire,” he pushed the fruit into your chest,

“I can do anything I want. Now, eat that gross shit so I can show you something else.”

Finishing off your second banana, you tossed the peel behind you, pausing in your steps as you swallowed the remnants. Your eyes widened when Elliot crouched at the edge of the lake, taking a handful of water, and sipping from it.

It was breathtaking. It shimmered beneath the moonlight, or whatever that thing in the sky was, small trickling sounds filling your ears as it poured over a few rocks. It was surrounded by green grass, rippling in non-existent waves, and was as clear as glass. You could see the bottom, which has pretty shallow, probably about four feet or so. It was pretty big actually, taking up a large portion of the area, large boulders crowding one part of the section. Elliot hopped onto one of them, and patted the one beside him, “Come here. Promise I won’t push you in.”

You rolled your eyes, but did what he said, his hand on your back as you climbed onto it. You couldn’t lie, your stomach twirled at his gesture, biting back a smile before huggjng your knees after getting situated and looking over at him. He was looking out at the water, neck stretched out, “It’s pretty here.”

He picked up a rock from the side, tossing it into the water, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I brought you here.”

You chuckled, “You have a serious attitude problem.”

He snapped his head over to you, his smile turning into a more seductive, coy one; tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it, human?”

Oh yeah. He was definitely flirting with you.

You took the challenge, sticking your nose in the air, “I think I should teach you a lesson.”

He leaned closer to you, so close that his breath fanned your lips, never breaking eye contact from you. His eyes hooded as one of his fingers dipped under your chin, his tone raspy and suggestive, “A silly little human like you? Teaching me a lesson? Hm, I doubt so.”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before breaking the space between you. Your lips molded against his, his hand instantly flying to your neck, squeezing it tightly as he took back his control. You moaned against him, hips lifting to get more of yourself onto him, hands flying to his cheeks as your mind swirled with hormones and lust.

In a blur, you were pinned to the ground, the moist mud pairing across your lower back when your sweater rose up. It was his vampire speed. It made you dizzy, with how quickly you had changed positions in a millisecond, but he didn’t give you time to comprehend the sudden shift as h his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a cry falling from your lips, before he gently sucked the blood from you.

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his hips into yours, “So fucking sweet.”

He pulled away, a bit of the red substance staining his lips, looking down at you with darker eyes. The redness in his pupils expanded, “You want me to fuck you, human?

It was like you were under his spell. Your core heated up as you nodded, making him smirk, before dipping down to your neck. You didn’t know how he was so controlled over the taste of you blood—if he hadn’t ever had human blood before. Wasn’t it like, addicting?

But then you were dragged out of your thoughts when he pulled your clothes off, starting with your sweater, and in a flur, your top was pulled down to your waist, jeans being discarded beside you. His jacket was still on his shoulders, but unbuttoned, abs glistening as a line of hair dipped beneath his jeans. He unzipped them, before doing the same with his boxers, before bending down and capturing one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.

Your back arched as he twirled his tongue around one of the buds, while pinching the other, making your breath hitch, “Oh, Elliot.”

He chuckled against you, before leaning upwards, tapping the head of his thick cock against your puffy clit. It was red and swollen, “Wanna eat this pussy, but there’s no time,” he panted, shocks of pleasure traveling up your cunt as he rubbed his tip against your slippery pearl,

“So for now—I’ll just fuck you, baby.”

Your lips fell open as he slowly slid inside, the corner of his cock disappearing between your click folds. A loud cry emitted from your bruised up lips, your nerves on fire, as he let out a groan, “Holy shit—does it hurt to be this fucking tight?” He gasped out, planting his hands onto either side of you before snapping his hips against you, pecking your lips, “Lemme hear you, c’mon. No one can hear you out here.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing as he began thrusting at an insane speed, hands flying to his shoulders, “Feels so—oh my god—!”

“God can’t help you out here, sweetheart.”

And then at an inhumane speed, began brutally fucking into your pussy, cock sliding in and out as your juices made impure sounds into the night air. He was so deep, reaching the end of your cervix, making you tremble in his hold as he panted in your ear. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled you onto his cock, making you scream, eyes squeezing shut as his name kept falling from your lips in pathetic chants.

Then, he pulled out, making you frown from the emptiness, “Why—ah!”

He rubbed his fingers quickly over your pearl, which was slick from your own cum, before crossing your eyes and feeling the knot snap in your abdomen. He smiled down at you wickedly as it hit you unexpectedly. You grit your teeth as you felt your ears ring for a moment, panting heavily, before he shoved himself back inside of you without giving you a moment to rest.

Due to the sensitivity, you cringed slightly, hold jerking as his thumb planted onto your clit, “Please, faster,” you begged, “Fuck—you’re so big, holy shit!”

His hand flew to your throat, squeezing it to block your airways. He fucked you without mercy, other hand pinching your clit, as you felt another orgasm begin to build up inside of you. He looked like a fallen angel—brows furrowed in concentration but a big grin plastered on his face, looking like he was enjoying having a mortal fall apart for him.

It was a dream. Well, like a dream. A sheet of sweat covered his chest, making him sparkle in the light, fangs protruding from his teeth as his eyes were entirely red. It turned you on even more, and when you gasped for breath, he groaned, “You’re so hot. All vulnerable for me, letting me do anything to you. Fucking slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you whimpered.

He delivered an extra harsh thrust, making your tummy clench, “Yeah, I know. I know, baby.”

You began to get drunk on his cock, a few mud stains on his cheeks, and probably on yours too; but you didn’t care. As long as he kept drilling into you like this.

Growing close again, he pressed down on your bud, making your thighs shake as you looked up at him with big eyes, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—!”

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled the promise before dipping his teeth into the jugular of your neck, the pain setting you off.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your high peaked, feeling juices splatter onto the both of you as your throat pulsed, “Cumming!”

It was the strongest orgasm you ever had, hitting you for longer than usual, making your figure fall limp as tears rolled down your cheeks. You let out garbled sounds as you drowned in the pleasure, before it came to a stop, Elliot rocking his head back before letting out an animalastic shout, pulling out before pumping his cum onto your pussy.

You laid there, twitching, watching him with admiration as the blood ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest, as his eyes flashed to white as his climax hit him hard.

When he began to ground himself again, his eyes returned back to regular size, pupils red like before, as his chest sunk in relief. He looked down at you, your chest heaving as you gulped, wincing when you moved your neck, “Ah..shit.”

“My bad,” he muttered, leaning down and swiping his tongue over the wound, and it began to heal itself. You blinked at him in confusion as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, answering your questions in your mind, “My saliva has a healing remedy.”

“Oh.”

He handed you your jeans as you pulled your top back up, “By the way,” he added, sending you a shit eating grin, making you look up at him as you moved to sit up,

“You taste really fucking good, babe.”

When you two had returned back to the house that night, Belen spotted you both with knots in your hair, dirt all over your skin, with pink cheeks and wide eyes. With a mere chuckle, he went back to pushing his glasses up his nose before scribbling down into his notebook once again and sorting papers at the table.

“Get yourself cleaned up, children.”

He knew exactly what you two did.

Well, it had been a week since their family took you in—and you hadn’t really made an effort to leave. You didn’t have family, most of them either being dead or living out of state, and you hated the man you worked for.

What’s wrong with missing for a few more days?

But then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been away from civilization until Alana mentioned it to you as you both cleaned out the pots, “It’s been two months since you’ve arrived. Don’t you miss anyone out there, dear?”

You shook your head, handing her the pot you rinsed with the water that boiled in the bucket, “I don’t have family—actually. Mom died at a young age so I’ve been in an out of foster care.”

“And your father?”

“Absent.”

She nodded with a look of pity, “Elliot was the same as you,” she brought him up with a knowing smile, knowing about you two.

You weren’t exactly discreet. Multiple times in the week, you two would sneak off in the middle of the night, him fucking the life outta you at the same spot each time by the lake. He knew how to make you feel good, even when you weren’t sure it would, and would feed off of you sometimes during it. But he never went as far as hurting you, so you didn’t see a reason to stop.

Blushing, you stared at her, voice small,

“How so?”

“His original family were the bad kind of vampires,” she explained, “The kind the media knows about. Belen and I were hunting when we heard a baby crying—and found this little thing all naked and shivering from the cold, left abandoned in a pile of leaves. The symbol on the back of his head meant he was part of a cult that did…heinous things to humans.”

Your brows furrowed as you listened on.

“We saved him, like we saved you. We took him in, and raised him as our own. I’ve tried to tell him about his past, but he doesn’t want to hear it—as if he was ashamed.”

“I see,” you gulped, “So—he never killed anyone?”

She shook her head, laughing, “Of course not. He may seem tough, but he’s actually a sweet boy.”

You smiled as she poured you a cup of water, handing it to you, “I think he likes you.”

Your cheeks turned red, raising a brow as you sipped it, “Has he said anything?”

“No,” she shrugged, finishing up the last pot, “But I know my son. Especially when he’s interested in someone. He’s home more often now, and actually smiles. So either he likes you, or he’s gone crazy.”

You laughed at her words, tracing your finger on the rim of the cup, wondering about Elliot. You had grown to like him, a lot actually, but it was a tough situation. He was a vampire. It was forbidden for a human to stay forever in Vacuo; and vice versa. Your smile slipped when your overthinking consumed you.

“I have to back, though,” you muttered, placing the cup onto the counter, “Right?”

Alana looked at you, her face blank and solemn, before nodding stiffly.

“I’m afraid so.”

You didn’t want to hear that.

“Hold on tight, princess.”

You let out a shout as Elliot flew into the air, his feet floating above the ground as it became smaller and smaller.

You had admitted that you always wanted to fly, so Elliot being the gentleman he was, wanting to complete those wishes. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as he securely held you, the wind splashing you in the face as you let out a scream of joy, making him chuckle. The stars, real or not, seemed beautiful to you as you passed over the trees, which covered the entirety of the city.

“It’s beautiful,” you shouted, and he held your waist, adjusting you so that your stomach faces the ground. Your eyes rounded as he purred in your ear.

“Trust me, Y/N.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, “Raise your arms.”

You did what he said, and then opened your eyes, letting out laughs of disbelief. You were flying.

He held you by your hips, strong hands digging into your flesh, as you flapped your arms like a bird, “I’m flying,” you cried out, not noticing his eyes burning into your features, dazed smile on his lips as he watched you silently, “Oh my—Look at that!”

He dived down with you, letting your fingertips reach down and drag them across the body of water. It was cold against your flesh, but refreshing, giggling as he swooped back up over the trees once again. He spun around in a circle, letting out a boyish laugh, both of you giggling before he sat on top one of the trees, helping you take a seat on the branches before doing so himself.

Your legs were swung over each side, standing, as he sat beside you, his leg hitting yours as you sighed dreamily, “This is like a dream. God—I would love to be one of you.”

His smile faded, being replaced with a hard look.

“Don’t say that,” he spat.

Your brows furrowed, “What? It’s amazi—“

“Yeah, it’s amazing when it’s a choice, but being forced to live out this life against your will is different,” he threw at you harshly, your heart sinking at his bitter tone, “You don’t have the peace of sleeping. You stay awake—all the time. Forcing to live with your thoughts without a break. You always want to snap the neck of whatever thing has blood pumping inside of it, and are castaways to the real society. So don’t ever say that ever again, Y/N. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.”

You bit your lip, looking down at your lap.

“I’m sorry.”

After a few moments, he sighed, hand flying to your cheek to make you look up at him. He offered you a soft smile, which was warm and comforting, the one you loved.

“My mother told me you were leaving.”

You nodded sadly, “I have to.”

“I know,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone in circles, “I just wish—it could be different. That’s all. You make me feel like…a human.”

His words shocked you, a grin reaching your eyes. He reflected if, chuckling lowly as his eyes gazed down into yours.

“Promise you won’t forget me.”

You placed your hand on top of his, “I could never.”

He delved down and pressed his lips to yours, making you sniffled against him, unknowing of the fact that a tear rolled down your cheek. Elliot pulled away, looking bothered by the fact that you were heartbroken over him; his face tight as he pulled you into his chest, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head, “Don’t cry. I can’t handle it.”

“Turn me,” you whispered, wondering if he heard you. But when his muscles in his chest tensed beneath you—you knew he heard.

His voice was still soft.

“No.”

“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. His eyes found yours as your bottom lip shook,

“I can’t live without you. Please. We could—be together forever.”

His eyes burned into yours. He seemed to contemplate the idea, but after a moment, he shook his head. Dammit. “You say that now, but what if in a year you change your mind too late. What if you end up hating me?”

“I could never,” you quickly shot back, holding his face in your hands. “It’s not in me to hate you, Elliot.”

He looked to the side, out at the view, taking a deep breath. Your eyes shined as you watched him with angst, hoping he would do ask you asked. You had decided that your life wouldn’t be the same without him; for he had give you a purpose. Him and his family. You could take care of him, and give him the love he ceased to have.

He licked his lips, then looked back down at you to trace his thumb over your bottom lip, “How about this…”

He sighed again, pulling his mouth to the side.

“Leave for a year. Live your life, date, whatever humans do. Then if you come back—I’ll change you. I’ll do whatever you ask me to, since I am yours.”

You blinked up at him with glossy eyes, “A year? That’s a long time, Elliot.”

“I know.”

“You would turn me if I came back?”

He nodded, “I would.”

“Promise?”

He chuckled, grabbing your pinky, and twisted it with his. You broke out into a smile, “I promise, Y/N.”

You didn’t want to agree to it; but it’s the best it was going to get. Sending him a tight nod, you mumbled an okay, hearing him hum in content before pulling you back into his chest. You could’ve sworn, almost on your life, that you heard a heartbeat.

Had you brought back his humane side?

And so, for the next few days, you spent all your time together. Elliot was memorizing every part of your body, and didn’t seem to have as much patience when it came to fucking you.

It was the night before you were leaving, and you knew that he was covering him being upset by acting dominant. He would avoid your questions asking if he was alright, instead kissing you on the lips, and now was no different.

The others went hunting for the day, leaving you two alone in the cottage. Elliot didn’t waste any time, ripping your shirt from your body—the one his mother had made for you made of rags. It tore easily, cluttering to the floor, before shoving your pants down your legs. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and rough, before slamming you down onto the fur blanket that laid on the floor.

You rested on your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, as he dragged his lips down to your navel. He didn’t break eye contact, your skin tingling from the way he touched you, before he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh, “Elliot!”

Back arching off the ground, he hummed, his eyes turning entirely white as he drank from you. It caused a frenzy in your core, pain heading straight to your clit, which throbbed painfully beneath the fabric of your underwear. He gulped before pulling his fangs out, scarlett liquid dripping down your thighs and off his chin, before forcing your thighs apart.

Tearing off your panties, your eyes rounded, before his eyes set on your pussy. It was puffy and swollen, shining with your cum, “Fuck,” he groaned out—before diving in head first. His lips wrapped around your aching clit, making you wail, as he flicked repeatedly at the sensitive nub, “Can’t get over how you taste. Love how your little clit pulses on my tongue.”

You choked on your sob as your fingers grabbed the back of his head, rolling your pussy onto his greedy mouth. He slurped and sucked sloppily, covering your entire mound with his lips, as he thrusted his tongue deep inside of your slick walls. They clamped down on the strong muscle, “I’m already close,” you rasped, stomach clenching, “Slow down—don’t wanna cum yet, Ellie.”

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled before shoving three of his thin fingers into your quivering hole, not giving you time to adjust before slamming them repeatedly into your pussy. He grinned evilly as you cried out his name,

“You’re gonna cum lots of times tonight, baby.”

And then he slapped your clit with his other hand, narrowing his eyes, “Now come. Come fucking hard for me, Y/N.”

When he slapped your clit again, the cool medal of his ring set you off to your first high, mouth falling open as a silent screech escaped your shaking figure. He watched you with intense eyes as you crumbled apart, hot waves of pleasure hitting you constantly, before he spat onto your pearl again—rubbing it with his thumb as he began to overstimulate you, “Hold on—“ You groaned, trying to sit up to stop his movements, “I can’t—wait—“

You tried to run away from his lips, but he held you down, still rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out at his vampire like place. Lifting your entire upper body off the ground, your hands gripped your breasts, eyes squeezing shut, “Again now,” he commanded, his voice gruff,

“Don’t make me wait. I hate waiting.”

“Oh my fucking god—Elliot!”

You screamed. Screamed to the heavens, if there were any. You thrashed your hips as he sucked on your clit, nibbling on the skin, which broke the second knot in your tummy, “I’m—I’m—I’m—“

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came again, at the expense of his hands, as he hummed while licking you through your orgasm. But then your thighs closed, pushing him away, as you began to heave heavily, looking up to the ceiling.

Your nerves were hyper sensitive. Black dots filling your vision, your ears rang as you felt him rub your thighs, “Come back,” he whispered, pecking your hipbone, “You’re okay. I got you. Just breathe through your nose.”

Looking down at him, his eyes rounded in worry, “Do you want to continue?”

“Please,” you begged, almost too quickly. He smiled.

Taking off his own skinny jeans, they hit the floor before he guided his fat cock onto the top of your clit, making you jolt from your previous orgasms. He snickered, making you slap his shoulder, withdrawing a quiet sorry from him.

Not breaking eye contact, you both gasped in unison when his tip slide into your gushing pussy, due to your climax. His forehead rested against yours as he breathed in your face, “So warm,” he groaned, slowly rolling his hips into yours, “—so…tight. Nothing will ever feel as good as you, ever.”

Your heart bloomed at his confession, chest pressed against his, as his hip bone rutted against your pearl, peeking out from beneath its hood. Your face scrunched up as he picked up his speed, stuttering breaths and skin slapping filling the room. Elliot filled you up entirely, leaving no space for anyone else, as his cock deliciously rubbed against the border of your cervix, “Please…please…Elliot.”

“What?” He cooed, “What is it? What do you want, baby?”

“To cum,” you pleased, with burning eyes and pink cheeks.

You didn’t need to say anything else. His thrust became erratic and desperate to finish the both of you off, wrapping both of your legs around his slim waist. His eyes bored into yours as his fangs popped out, and dipped down to the crook of your neck, stabbing into the flesh. He groaned as you let out muffled sobs, coming undone from the pain, your walls pulsating and spasming around his cock.

“I’m coming, yes!”

Your body locked up as aftershocks ripples through you, Elliot rocking his head back as the red substance was smeared across his lips. Eyes blown and lustful, you pushed him off you, before beginning to ride his cock to another orgasm. His brows rose as you planted your hands onto his chest, bouncing up and down, determined to make you both come at the same time.

But no—he wouldn’t let you control.

He grabbed your hips, before planting his feet onto the ground, and quickly began to hammer his hips into yours. Your eyes bulged as you screamed his name, before leaning down and kissing him, the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue from his lips.

He didn’t relent, going in harder, now chasing his orgasm. Your hand flew to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I have the prettiest girl coming on my dick,” he mumbled against your lips, “Never gonna forget this. Never gonna forget you.”

“Me either,” you promised, “I won’t. I can’t. You’re it for me.”

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip—

You came. And he did too. You didn’t worry about getting pregnant, or anything else in that moment. Just the way his warm cum spurted inside of you, moans and cries fleeing from your bleeding lips as he sucked on the open wound. Your heart hammered in your chest as he cursed loudly,

“I love you so fucking much—fuck!”

Swirling your fingers on the back of his neck as he came down, you two staid there, as he held you. His confession made a smile grow onto your tired face, and in a small whisper, you spoke into the silence.

“I love you too.”

“Here,” Scarlett’s voice was soft, as she handed you her purple flower crown. Your heart tore as you accepted it, before giving her a small—sad smile. Her tone was quiet as her beautiful large eyes blinked up at you, “—I made it for you. So that you don’t forget me.”

Your eyes burned with tears as you took the small girl into your arms, huggjng her tightly as you thanked her in her ear with a whisper. She smelled of cranberries and faint perfume, her small figure slightly shaking in your arms. Pulling away, you wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek, before patting her cheek gently,

“I could never forget a princess like you, Scar.”

She blinked with her glossy eyes, before looking down at the ground to refrain from crying. You have a hug to Belen, telling him how thankful you were that he had saved you, leading him to reply with a noble of course. He patted your shoulder before tipping his chin downward, a tight smile on his porcelain skin, “You have grown to be a daughter to me. Your presence will forever warm my heart, Y/N.”

Nodding stiffly, your face twisted when you fell into Alana’s arms. Crying into her shoulder, she hummed as she held you, her strands rubbing your nose as her scent of cinnamon filled your senses, “Thank you so much,” your voice shook, clinging tighter to her, “I forever owe you. Thank you…for showing me what having a mother felt like.”

Her hand rubbed your back, her voice in your ear.

“Thank you for reminding me what it felt like to be human, Y/N.”

Letting out another sob, you pulled away, and her hands reached to wipe your tears. Her own were shining with moisture, as she took a step back, your wrist being pulled from behind. Elliot lead you out silently as you waved at the three of them goodbye, and when the front door slammed shut, your teeth gritted as it took everything within you to not jump back into their arms.

You spun around to face him, shaking your head quickly before shoving your head into his chest, “Please, not yet. I need you. Please don’t leave me, Elliot.”

His arms wrapped around your figure, his chin digging into the top of your head,

“You’ll come back to me. I know you will,” his voice shook, but it seemed like he did his best to remain calm. You pulled away from him too look him in the eyes, as he held your face in his hands, pressing you’re foreheads together, “Come back to me, Y/N.”

“I will,” you chanted as he picked you up in his arms.

“I will I will I will I will will I will—“

His touch vanished, leaving you cold, as your eyes peeled open.

You were on the side of a highway.

Elliot was gone.

You turned around, looking behind you. There weren’t any trees—just buildings that surrounded you. Beginning to hyperventilate, you let out a shout of his name, “Elliot! Elliot!”

Your hand flew to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a cry.

“I’ll come back,” you whispered, looking up at the sky. Your voice wavered, hoping he could hear you.

“I’ll come back.”

Your eyes shot open, gasping for air as you peeled your eyes open. Your hands were on your steering wheel, looking with wide eyes, as you realized you must’ve fallen asleep on your way back to the office. Mumbling a curse, you stepped a bit more on the gas, furrowing your brows as you felt like you were forgetting something.

And here’s what it was—

Elliot forgot to tell you one thing.

When a human enters Vacuo, they will leave with no memory of whatever occurred within. And he knew that, and didn’t want to isolate you from your life, so he risked losing you because he cared too much.

But he waited there, at your spot by the lake, hoping you would somehow return back to him. That you would remember and come back into his arms.

But he knew he was being silly.

Because you wouldn’t remember. And you would live on.

And he would always be just a castaway.