#vampire mccree

Jesse had been living in Hanzo's castle for a couple months now, he and the vampire still had their deal and the townspeople just let the castle be. Hanzo honestly enjoyed the hunter's company, it felt nice to have somebody who would listen to him instead of trying to kill him, the two would sit together in the living room of the castle at sunset and talk well into the night while enjoying a bottle of wine or two and sometimes their preferred food, for Hanzo it was a rat or rabbit and for Jesse it was usually bread or fruit.

Their conversations would last until Jesse grew tired and went to bed, Hanzo would then take the opportunity to leave the castle for more food in the village. In the morning Jesse would make sure Hanzo was in his coffin before leaving to go find work.

One night during their many conversations, Jesse was watching Hanzo suck the blood of a bird that had flown into the castle, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the way his new friend sustained himself. "What's it like to live off blood?" He asked. Hanzo looked up at Jesse a little surprised by the question. "Well, it's honestly quite odd, I'm not sure how I'm able to survive on the liquid alone but it's actually easier than normal food, I don't have to make such specific decisions, I just feed." He explained.

Jesse nodded in understanding. "But do you prefer a certain species?"

Hanzo thought for a moment. "Human blood fills me more than animal blood, I don't feel comfortable drinking it against the will of the person but when I'm extremely hungry I can't help it." He replied.

Jesse hummed and nodded again, he looked at the crackling fire that was burning in the fireplace and sipped his wine calmly.

"Why do you ask anyway?" Hanzo questioned, Jesse froze and didn’t look back at Hanzo. “No reason...” He answered, trying to avoid the question.

Hanzo smirked and walked over to the couch Jesse was sitting on and took a seat next to him. “You do realize I can force the answer out of you so to save you the humiliation of mind control you can come clean now.” He added, Jesse sighed and faced his vampire friend. “I kinda worry that little animals aren’t enough for you and if the village catches on that you’re eating them, you could get in trouble, so... I want to offer my blood to you...” He explained, Hanzo looked extremely shocked by Jesse’s offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to accidentally kill you.”

Jesse smiled at Hanzo. “I trust you Han, I know you wouldn’t take more than you need.” He said calmly.

Hanzo smiled. "Could you move the neck part of your shirt? I prefer the neck." He asked, Jesse nodded, he gulped nervously and undid the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his neck, Hanzo immediately pounced and made a puncture wound but Jesse hissed from the pain.

Hanzo pulled away and wiped his mouth, Jesse felt extremely woozy and needed to patch up his neck, then get some rest so his body could produce more blood, he stood up and tried to walk out of the room but stumbled over his feet and fell to the floor. Hanzo helped his friend up and carried him to his room, he laid Jesse on the bed and patched up his neck, Jesse had already fallen unconscious from his dizzy spell, Hanzo smiled and looked at his sleeping friend, he looked so peaceful in the moonlight that was shining through the window.

Hanzo decided that his next choice wouldn't hinder him and placed a gentle peck on Jesse's lips before leaving the room.

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Things continued normally for the pair, Hanzo had decided to join Jesse on a job one night which was hunting a demon, Jesse had the necessary holy items and a book on exorcisms and demon banishment spells, as they arrived in the town where the demon supposedly was, the creature immediately attacked, Hanzo used his powers to distract it before dodging the onslaught of holy water Jesse threw. This battle strategy worked and Jesse quickly used a banishment spell but as the demon was sucked into the portal, it managed to get one last hit in on Hanzo.

Jesse quickly threw off his holy items and ran to Hanzo's aid, he knew Hanzo needed to feed to get his strength back so he held Hanzo to his neck, Hanzo immediately latched on and began to feed, Jesse didn't care if this killed him, Hanzo was his friend. Hanzo detached from Jesse's neck and smiled at him. "Thank you Jesse." He said happily, Jesse gave a small smile before collapsing, Hanzo had drank all of his blood, he wasn't going to survive much longer... Unless...

Hanzo quickly bit Jesse several times on the wrist like a snake striking its prey, he then picked up the nearly dead hunter and sped back to the castle, he went down to the cellar where there were several coffins and he placed Jesse inside one.

The next night, Hanzo sat next to the coffin he had placed Jesse in and hoped his quick plan had worked, the lid shook and Hanzo quickly opened it to find Jesse somewhat alive, his brown eyes had a splash of red in them, his teeth were now fangs and his tanned skin was slightly paler, Jesse looked at Hanzo who was smiling and trying not to appear as if he was tearing up, he flung himself at Jesse and wrapped him in a tight embrace. "I thought I had killed you...." He whispered, Jesse smiled and returned the hug. "At least now we can be together forever..." He replied.

Like seriously??? There has to be more vampire McCree that I'm missing like, damn.

I’ll be looking at the moon, but i’ll be seeing you

Vampire Hanzo - @lmcosplay

The saloon was sweltering, baking as the high noon sun beat into the faded wood of the building. Those within its walls sought to fight off the heat with a different kind of burn, cool alcohol chasing away the discomfort of the hot summer sun. The air was thick with smoke, heavy with the sounds of dark whispers and twanging piano. A variety of figures were perched in their usual spots, familiar faces in the highway town. But today a new face joined the mix, seated at a table in the corner with an old regular, chairs close together as they spoke in low voices.

“An Okami huh? In these parts? Reckon you’re a bit far from your den, ain’t ya?” McCree rumbled, worlds rolling thick from his tongue as he swirled his whiskey in its glass, casual. “Must be a reason for one of your kind to cross the pond so far.”

Beside him, Hanzo nodded, dark brown eyes smoldering like the cigar between McCree’s lips as he replied. “I am in search of someone. Another of my kind. I have been following him, and wound up here. I had hoped to get information on his whereabouts.”

The cowboy nodded, tipping back the brim of his hat to make eye contact with the shape shifter. His mouth curled up into a grin, and Hanzo got a glance at the long fangs that held his cigar. McCree’s smile only grew when he met his gaze, tongue running over the sharp edge of his canine, an affirmation. “Yeah, I reckon I know the one you’re searching for. But information don’t come cheap round these parts, especially not the kind you’re huntin’ for.”

Hanzo’ eyes narrowed, the wolf spirits throbbing beneath the gold markings on his skin, warning, but excited by the prospect of a hunt. “Name your price then.”