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Ok here is a crossover idea for havenfall, could you do havenfalls finest plus mc, Vanessa and Antonio with reader who is like hunter (grimwalker) who ran away from their creator and in a middle of a date or in a middle of a fight they encounter with their creator

HAVENFALL IS FOR LOVERS X GRIMWALKER!READER [HEADCANNONS]

Hello! Sorry for the wait, this was a lovely idea, here you go love!

[BACKSTORY]

(I tried not to be too specific, so you can insert your own backstory, whether it’s like hunters or something different, enjoy!)

I dropped the last box with a huff, wiping the sweat from my forehead, and promptly sneezing when dust blows out from underneath the box, travelling upwards to my nose.

I take another look around the small, dusty house, it wasn’t much, the windows were cracked and the white paint was peeling off the walls, exposing the disgusting yellowing walls, but I’d make it a home.

It was better than nothing I suppose, and it’s somewhere far, far away from where I was before, who I was with before.

My Aunties face fills my mind, the familiar hair, those knowing eyes, the look on her face when I stumbled away from her, asking what happened to the previous ones, our family.

I was a Grimwalker, the name made my knees weak so I sat down on one of the cardboard boxes, my head in my hands, apparently there was other.. me’s, well, I was somebody else.

It was so scary, I felt like somebody else’s bones were inside of me, but I never had any bones to begin with.

I never questioned who my mother was, I could see the way my Aunt’s kind face twisted, and back then I’d rather take a bullet than cause her any kind of harm, now, I sort of wish I’d probed more.

I still didn’t even know much about my mom, or the past me I guess, but I saw the pictures, the resemblance, so many people standing next to my Auntie, all sharing similar features to me, and my Aunt didn’t change, each picture she grew older, but not enough for me to not question how old she actually was.

Part of me wished I didn’t snoop around, but I didn’t know what I was going to see, the pristine walls of the lab still make a shiver roll down my spine, the herbs and ingredients littered all over the tables unlike any I’ve seen before.

The book, that damn book, the recipe for a Grimwalker, I didn’t know what that meant, until I turned and she was standing right behind me, a cold empty look on her features.

“A-Auntie, what is this?” My voice shook, she didn’t say anything, staring down at me completely emotionless, “Who are those other people?”

She flinched violently, clearly I’d struck a nerve, and when a cool venomous look overtakes her, my fingers tighten against the book in my hands, “What a shame.” the way she looked at me, like I was easily replaceable, “Out of all the Grimwalkers, you looked the most like her.”

“What?..”

I barely escaped with my life, I didn’t understand, but when I finally stopped at a unfamiliar park, empty as the sun started to set, I realised I was still holding the book, and I looked at it, anxiety making me nauseous.

I was a clone, whatever I was, it isn’t human, and when I rubbed the skin on my arm I still couldn’t comprehend it was Palistrom wood that made it up, that I was made in the image of someone else, as were many people before me.

I ran, and I didn’t come back, and now, here I am in a dead-end town in Indiana, a shitty house I managed with the small amount of savings in my house, every morning I woke up worried sick about this being the day she finds me, forces me back with her.

And I small part of me missed my Aunt, she was distant, but I always thought she cared, but every time I tried to remind myself of that, the image of her face, staring down in cold contempt, like I could be replaced in a second, always clouded over that image.

I took a deep breath, standing up off the box, I shouldn’t spend anymore time lingering on this, it’s been months since I’ve run away, trying to move on might make me feel better, finding a purpose for myself.

I wasn’t going to say anything about the Grimwalker thing, I didn’t want too, there’s nobody I would really tell anyway, but I got hired at the nearby bowling alley and I didn’t exactly put that on my resume.

It’s fine, it’s all fine, I can start fresh here, and just.. forget about it, she can’t find me here anyway, right?

MACKENZIE HUNT

[YOUR POV]

Damien snarls, he sways like he’s drunk, being thrown into a car probably does that to you, and bloodied foam comes out his mouth like a injured dog with rabies.

“What do you need from me, Mac?” I ask her, adrenaline making me grip her shoulders tighter than I probably need too, “You already brought me back, now just watch as I teach him a lesson.” She replies, her voice a low growl.

She turns towards Damien, walking up to him with easy confidence, the smugness of a predator knowing they’ve won, “Having trouble with your words, Damien?”

He throws his head back in a howl, and the answering howls are almost deafening, “You have nobody else to call, don’t even bother, nobodies coming to save your sorry ass.” She responses, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

He grins, the sight of blood dripping out of his teeth and off his bared fangs is sickening, “That’s where your wrong, Hunt.” His voice is also a low growl, but one brought from a pain and a extremely bruised throat.

“What?” She approaches him, and I can see confusion started to mimic my own growing anxiety, for someone clearly on the losing side he seemed pretty smug, “What are you talking about?”

His wild, golden eyes shift to me, his wide grin stretching even further, despite how painful it must be for him, “I know somebodies dirty little secret.” He raises a brow at me, and the knot of old fear rises in me again, he couldn’t possible mean..

“Is that really all I am to you, darling?” The voice that haunts my dreams, despite how far I’ve pushed it down, wrings throughout the quiet street, “Just a dirty little secret?”

[MACKENZIE’S POV]

I turned my head violently to the side, my instincts burned underneath my skin and flared when a unfamiliar voice calls out, but mostly at the icy cold dread that shot down the bond.

“You know, I’m proud of you,” The woman in question is staring directly at my partner, “You’ve got a little band of freaks here to protect you, did I really scare you that much, dear?”

They’re shaking, their face blanched a sickly pale, their lips part as if to answer but nothing other than a shaky breath escapes them.

“Well, I hope you’ve enjoyed your little vacation, small one.” She starts moving closer, confidence dripping off every step, “but it’s time for you to come home.”

That makes me spring into action, stepping in-front of them when the woman tries to approach, “They’re not going anywhere, and who the hell are you?” My voice is a low timbre, a defensive growl rasping at the end of my sentence.

She finally notices the other people around her, specially me, and she wrinkles her nose, staring me down like I’m some scum on the bottom of her heel, “Quiet, mutt.”

That seems to break my partner out of whatever stupor they’ve been in, “Don’t call my girlfriend that!” Their voice comes out in a shaky hiss, and inappropriate warmth blossoms in my chest when I’m referred to as their girlfriend, we haven’t exactly had that talk yet.

“Oooh! The Grimwalker speaks!“ She lets her voice turn a octave higher in mock amazement, “Didn’t realise you didn’t need your little ‘girlfriend’ to do that for you.”

Grimwalker? I swear I’ve heard the term somewhere, it tickles the back of my mind but I can’t place my finger on it, it must be something awful by the feeling that shoots down the bond.

It’s a old feeling, fear, stress and ice cold dread that bubbles through our link, and I’ve swiftly decided that I never want them to feel like that again.

And the woman in-front of us is the one causing that.

BONUS:

“Sweetheart..” It’s a hard question, and I rub my thumb over their hand when they tense in anticipation, pretty much on the edge of my bed, “What’s a Grimwalker?”

They let out a shaky breath, tears forming in the corner of their eyes, I didn’t want to ask if it caused them this much pain, but I needed to know, her Aunt could be a threat to the town.

“It’s… pretty much a re-animated corpse, to put it in oversimplification.” They force the words out, like their throat has closed up, “I’m not, well, human, I was made in the image of someone else, someone long gone.”

They rub their arm, “I don’t have flesh, I have Palistrom wood.” Tears start to flow freely from their eyes, and I don’t even hesitate before wrapping them in my arms, “I-I’m not just me, Mackenzie, there’s b-been so many of me I don’t even know!-“

I make soothing noises, I didn’t know exactly what a Grimwalker was, but I knew my partner, and I loved them anyway.

JORDAN DAVIES:

[YOUR POV]

JD and I didn’t get to go out much, it was always deadly drama after deadly drama, but now that everything settled (for now.) we decided to take a trip to Indy, relaxing in the park with a nice picnic.

“That is a whole sin.” I wrinkle my nose at their fries, the basket completely overfilled with gravy, avocado, cheddar cheese and more things that would make me gag to name, they just grinned devilishly at me.

“I’m all about sinning, baby.” They wink, all of their teeth bared in their teasing smile, I just laugh and push their shoulder gently, taking a bite of my own burger.

I felt so good, everything just felt so right, sitting here with JD, laughing and smiling, for the first time in my life I could just forget, forget about the bad things, I didn’t think much about the Grimwalker thing for awhile now, and part of me felt guilty for not telling them, but I didn’t matter.

It was in the past, and although I doubt they’d care if their partner was a Grimwalker or not, I just didn’t want to mention something I didn’t think was important anymore, I was safe, and I was never seeing my Aunt ever again.

At least, that’s what I thought.

I felt JD poke me, and that brought me out of my thoughtful silence, “You good?” They said it in a half joking tone, a smirk on their lips but the glimmer of concern in their eyes spoke volumes, but I just smiled, leaning over to kiss it away.

“I’m alright.. I’m just so happy you’re here with me, JD.” I noticed them flush slightly, before wrapping their arm around me, tugging me closer, “Yeah,” they sigh happily, closing their eyes and basking in the warm afternoon sun, “Me too.”

Their body was warm, heating up the bare skin that was pressed against theirs, rivalling against the ice that gripped my stomach, the cold way my face blanched when I spotted a familiar brown hair.

There she stood, at the open gate, that same icy stare trained right on me, “No..” it slips from my mouth before I can stop it.

“Ah,” A slow, dull smile stretches across her lips, “Hello dear, enjoy your little vacation?”

[JD’S POV]

I immediately noticed the way my partner froze up, the way their lips parted in shock, I didn’t know this woman, but if they reacted like that, it was probably bad news.

My arm around them tightened, and I followed them when they shot to their feet in shock, “You… you- it can’t be!” Their voice is shrill with fear, their pupils blown small.

“Oh, but it can, my dear.” She swayed towards us, the smile on her face a contrast to her cold eyes that stayed laser focused on my partner, “Now, little one, it’s time to come home, home to Auntie.”

She finally reached us and extended a hand to grab at my partners wrists, but I immediately catch it before she can lay a finger on them, “Who the fuck are you?” I didn’t like this woman, judging by the way my partner clinged to my jacket, she made them anxious and I didn’t like that one bit.

The woman’s steely gaze landed on me, and it made a chill go up my spine at the image of my own fathers eyes, mirroring the look of disgusted on her face.

“And who might you be?” Her voice is mocking, dripping in condescension, “Actually, I don’t care, move.”

She tries to push past me to get to my partner, but I don’t budge, scowling at them, “Both of us aren’t going anywhere, so I’ll ask you again, who the fuck are you?”

She clenched her teeth, “Oh, they will be, my name and my little Grimwalker is my business, so I’ll give you one more chance to get out of my way, little hell-child.”

The fingers clutching at me take a deadly grip, the white knuckles clenched so hard they don’t shake along with the rest of their body, I know what a Grimwalker is, my dad used to make a few of them.

My attention is removed from the woman in front of me, placing itself on my partner as I give them a wide-eyed look, shock making me temporarily forget about the shitty attempt of kidnapping.

But I can’t focus on their shaking, anxious eyes much longer before the woman reaches out again, but luckily I’m fast enough to slap her hand away.

Her scowl mirrors my own, and I can see the moment she tenses up, ready for a fight. And the whimper that my partner lets out behind me only fuels the venomous fire that builds in my bones.

She’s ready to fight, but unfortunately for her, so am I.

BONUS:

“You’re a Grimwalker.” The words blurt from my lips before I can stop them, and if my partner could get any more tense, they would have as they sat on my bed.

Tears build at the edge of their eyes, and I’m not very good at all the sappy shit but the sight of their upset makes me sit down next to them regardless of any emotional discomfort.

“Hey, hey, hey..” I put my hands on their shoulders, pulling them closer to me, they snuggle immediately into my chest and they bury their face in my chest, “I-It’s alright, I don’t mind, but..”

I wanted to ask why they didn’t want to tell me, and although I push it down, part of me is hurt they kept such a big secret, but judging by the way they shook, the feeling of wet fabric where their eyes rested, the white knuckle grip on my jacket.

That was a conversation for a different time.

RAZI NASSAR:

[YOUR POV]

The moon casts a bright light over the dark street, the cries for help from Mothman finally ceased when we burst out of the bowling alley.

The manticore was there, and immediately everyone hackles raise, Diego bares his fangs in a hiss, furry ears sprout from Mackenzie, wings bursting from JD’s back in a sweltering fire.

And the Nassars, oh the Nassars, they were enveloped in a cloud of blue smoke, I didn’t think either of them could get any more beautiful, and much to my dismay and utter awe, they really really could.

Their aura was so powerful, I may not have supernatural senses, but even I could sense the pulse of energy radiating off both of them.

We fought, their wasn’t much I could do besides get Mothman to safety, but the others made up for my lack of powers, especially those bright blue two.

They shifted the roads, the Manticore was hit with beats of energy, slamming him down on whatever they could think of, hot tar, toy building bricks, and spikes of concrete.

He let out continuous roars of pain and frustration, “ENOUGH.” His voice boomed down the street as he finally pulled himself to his feet, blood and bruises denting his skin like he’d gotten into a fistfight, not continuously pounded into LEGO road.

It was loud enough to make everyone pause, flinching back slightly, “I WANT THE MOTH, SHE HAS PROMISED THE MOTH.”

Razi recovered first, matching his booming volume, “Who?! Who’s promised you the moth?” his tone was slightly desperate, the name of the dark witch we’ve been so worried about flashing through our minds.

“I did, Nassar,” A voice comes from behind me, too close behind, “I exchanged the moth to know where my little Grimwalker has been living.”

[RAZI’S POV]

I didn’t recognise that voice, and when I turned around, the face that met my eyes didn’t help.

Adrenaline still pulsed through my veins like the magic sizzling at my fingertips, this woman could be a threat, she probably is if she promised the moth in exchange for a Grimwalker.

I stepped in front of my partner, curled protectively, the way they tensed and paled like a sheet of paper, clearly they thought this woman was a threat too.

I knew what a Grimwalker was, my family hasn’t done the spell, but we are all well aware of them, and the magical properties that can hold, but as far as I know, their has never been one here in my shift.

“Nobody is taking Mothman away, and there is no Grimwalker here.”

She laughs, a cruel, cold sound, and her piercing ice gaze almost looks right through me, directly to my partner, who’s shaking and gripping my back so hard their nails dig into my skin.

“Aw, you really didn’t tell them, darling?“ she feigns a hurt look on her face, the smirk betraying her actual feelings, “You didn’t tell your little freak posse about your aunt?“

That stunned me, aunt? But that wasn’t even the worst part,

“And, even worse,” her voice went high and breathy, like she truly couldn’t believe it, “You didn’t tell them about your, well, Grimwalker situation.”

My breathe hitches, is my lover… a Grimwalker?

BONUS:

I clutch at them as they cry into my chest, my chest aches, but it wasn’t about me, it hurt that they lied, but judging by their reaction while we cuddle in bed I can understand why they didn’t want too.

“S-She’s going to take me away-“ Their voice is choked, muffled by their face in my chest, “She’s going to take me away and I’ll never see you, o-or our friends and!-“

I shush them, clutching them ever tighter, nobody was going to take them from me, they’ll have to pry my love for my cold dead hands.

I’ll make sure of it, I’ll protect them to my last breath if I must.

DIEGO ESCALONA:

[YOUR POV]

I tried to wiggle, to squirm, but it was pointless, Antonio’s grip was like cold iron against me, his rests his head on my shoulder, those bared fangs dangerously close to my exposed neck.

“Let them go, Antonio.” Diego was tense in front of me, his fists clenched, something in the air froze, if anybody made a single outwardly move, something would shatter and hell will break lose, “Please, they have nothing to do with this.”

His grip tightens almost enough to knock the air out my lungs, “Neither did she, but still payed the price, didn’t she?”

Something dark passes of Diego’s face, but it isn’t anger or venom, it’s a old sadness, something that’s had time to deep root, like a thorny vine digging into his worn heart.

“And would she want this, Antonio?” He asks in a sad voice, sounding oh so defeated, and I feel the line of Antonio’s body behind me go rigid, and I feel the brush of air when he hisses.

“Say that again, I fucking dare you.” He squeezes me tighter, and for a chilling moment, the air gets pushed out of my lungs in a wheeze, and Diego blanched as much as the undead can, “Let them go!-“

“Boys!” A familiar voice booms through the building, an if the air still remained in me, it would’ve been knocked away, “Now is not the time!”

[DIEGO’S POV]

I didn’t turn my head when the voice came from behind, I could feel the woman’s presence well enough as she lingered in the open doorway, the full moon highlighting the blanched expression on my lovers face.

Except they weren’t struggling against Antonio anymore, or even looking at either of us, their eyes were trained on the newcomer, fear making them expand, terror making them shake.

Immediately, I knew this woman was a threat, my lover doesn’t react like that, and It’s enough to make my head turn to the side slightly to glance at her.

She isn’t looking at me, but I still feel the pierce of her icy gaze trained on the two in-front of me, “Now, now Antonio.” her voice dripped in condescension, sickly sweet like candied rotten fruit, “We have a deal, don’t we dear?”

“You get your little fight with, er, ‘cábron’ here, and I get my little Grimwalker, which means you cannot strangle them.”

The word tickled the back of my mind, but I couldn’t place my finger on it, but judging by the way their shaking ceased, stone cold fear locking up their muscles in icy fear.

“You… h-how did you?!-“ Their shrill, shaking voice was cut off by cruel laughter, “Me and Vasquez dear had met, we shared similar interests, and when he needed my assistance I was eager to help, I’m nice like that.”

I couldn’t help but wrack my brain, when a book bubbled up to the surface, the yellowed pages foggy in my head but I could remember a certain definition that made my blood run colder than it already was.

Grimwalker, a creature risen from the dead in the image of somebody else, taking a human appearance with the insides of a sort of magical container, the herbs making up the creature gives it the ability to store and use magic like a regular caster, but they will not be born with any, it must be given.

My partner was a Grimwalker, they were risen from the dead, and judging by the look they give me when their eyes flicker to my face they can see the dawning realisation.

My partner was a Grimwalker, and they didn’t tell me.

BONUS:

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” I feel awful, guilt curdles my gut like I’d eaten rotten food, I shouldn’t make this about me, but if I didn’t get the answer it’d eat me alive.

They held their knees to their chest on the bed, and I sat down next to them, putting my hand on their knee, despite the ache in my heart I wasn’t upset, technically, they didn’t owe me anything.

“..I-I just wanted to move on, you know?” After a few moments of silence, the choked answer spills from their lips, and the sight of their unspilt tears made me wrap my arms around them, “I ran away to start something new.”

They bury their face in their knees, and despite the layered muffle my ears picked up on what they mumbled anyway, “I-I was worried you wouldn’t look at me the same, I’m not.. me.”

“You are you, and I love you.” I speak quietly after pressing a kiss to their head, “It doesn’t matter what you were intended for, the person that came out is entirely original, and you’ve blessed my life with your presence.”

It wouldn’t erase the hurt, the sting of the past, Diego knew that better than anybody else, it wouldn’t erase the years of pain, of hidden sorrows, but when they leant into him, tears finally spilling down their cheeks,

The air shifted, it wasn’t enough, but it was a start, they had room for their demons here, right next to mine, on the fireplace.

HAVENFALL MC:

[YOUR POV]

Her warm hand slips into mine, and I don’t try to fight the warm smile that graces my lips, the music from the club still beating where I can hear it even when we spill out of the back exit, closing the heavy metal doors behind us.

The chill of the nighttime air makes a shiver roll down my girlfriends spine, and despite not wanting to to, I let go of her hand so I can roll my jacket off my shoulders, placing it over her.

She turns bright red, “ah,” she slips her arms through and snuggles deeper into it, “Thanks, you didn’t need to do that.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me as we walk out of the alley and down the street, “I know, but I wanted too.” And I really did.

I loved my girlfriend so much, so, so much, she was everything to me, I met her on the first day of working my bowling alley job, her snark, her smile, her piercing blue eyes, it drew me in.

I’m expecting to continue walking down the street, but my girlfriend tugs me into a alley, “What are you doing?” I tilt my head and she rocks back on her heels to look up at me, warm mischief in her eyes, and I’m about to tease her for the look before she presses her lips to mine.

It’s a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a smouldering passing bubbling under the surface, and I wrap my arms around her waist, trying to put the feelings that plague all my thoughts whenever she’s around into it, knowing words will never be enough.

“Well,” a sickeningly familiar voice comes from deeper in the alley, “Isn’t this just adorable?”

[MC’S POV]

I feel my partner tense, usually if someone caught us kissing, they’d get flustered but this was something different, they went cold and hard like a boulder.

Looking over, something about this woman struck me, she looked fancy, classier than anybody I’ve seen even in Indy, but those eyes are what burned me, even if they weren’t directed at me.

“H-How are you..” They stutter, staring back at the woman with wide, terrified eyes, “How did find me?!”

Somethings wrong, I’ve never seen them act like this, and I’m immediately on the defensive, if my partner was getting freaked out by this lady than she’s probably no good.

“Aw, darling, did you really think you could run forever?” She sways up to us, a confident smugness on her features, “The little Grimwalker has even found someone to swap saliva with, how cute!”

I thought they couldn’t get anymore tense, but apparently they could, they blanched like a sheet of paper, their body hard and cold enough to give an iceberg a run for its money.

“Babe? What’s wrong, who’s this?” I step back slightly, taking their wrists in my hands, and the woman’s cold gaze slips to me and I have to fight back a shiver that rolls down my spine.

“Hush, brat, this doesn’t involve you.” That makes the iceberg in my partner crack ever so slightly, they immediately push me behind them.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” My partner hisses out, and my hackles raise, I’ve never heard that much venom drip from their voice before, it was startling to say the least.

She ignores them, reaching out to grab my partners wrist, “You’ve had enough fun, darling, it’s time to come home to your Aunt.”

I leap forward to slap her hand away, I didn’t know who this chick was, but she wasn’t taking my partner anywhere, both of them seemed surprised by my act, “Listen, lady, their not going anywhere with you, so just leave us alone!”

She snarls slightly, the icy gaze turning more like stone with hatred.

BONUS:

“Babe, talk to me.” I sit next to them as they sink onto the couch, putting my hands on their shoulders, “Who was that? What’s a Grimwalker?”

The last words seems to spark the waterworks, their head is in their hands and I can hear soft sniffling coming from them.

“Oh, oh no.” I wrap myself around them in a hug, “I’m so sorry, Love.”

“She’s coming for me, s-she is coming to take me away!” Their voice is muffled, but it turns a octave higher with their cries, and I start running my fingers through their hair, trying to calm them down.

“Nobodies coming to take you away, babe, I swear.” They shove themselves on me, but I don’t mind, holding them close to my chest, “I’d never let that happen.“

I didn’t know what a Grimwalker was, or who their Aunt was, but I knew I hated seeing them in pain, and i’d beat the shit out of anyone who tried to take them away.

[HAVENFALL’S GRACE]

[YOUR POV]

Most of the brightly coloured bags are piled onto my arms, my girlfriend holding only two, chatting excitedly, a large contrast to her shy nature when you’d first met, “You’re going to look so good in that outfit! And I matches my dress, see?”

She shuffles one of her bags up her arm, using her free hand to pluck up one of her new dresses, and it indeed matched, but I only looked at it for a brief moment, my eyes trailing back up to her smiling face.

I leaned over, giving her a small kiss and we walk down the street, people bustling in and out of every store, she flushed bright red when I pulled away, “What was that for?!” I give her a cheeky smile, “Because I wanted too.”

She looks away in embarrassment, but leans into me when I wrap my arm around her shoulders, kissing her warm cheek.

We were out shopping in Indy, I’d finally saved up enough money to take my girlfriend out for a date, and I’ve never felt happier, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so excited.

Her sister and her were under tight financial restrictions, and although she always said she didn’t mind giving up most of her pay check for utilities, I could see the way she’d wistfully look at a expensive dress, or the envious look she’d give other teenagers who’s parents gave them high allowances.

But she didn’t have to feel like that right now as we entered the cafe, it’s been high on her wishlist for a hot minute, the soft pink kawaii aesthetic fitting her perfectly.

We got seated, and ordered our food, adorable animal themed of course, and Grace excused herself to step outside for a minute, her phone ringing with her sisters number on it.

I sat there and waited, waited when our drinks arrived, when our food arrived, but when my bear themed vegan burger arrived I was starting to get worried.

I got up, the hostess giving me a suspicious look when I said I’d just he outside for a minute, looking for my girlfriend, so I handed her the money for the check and rushed outside.

Gently calling her name, as not to alarm anybody else, I wonder around close to the premise, and when I turn into a alley, intending to call her sister in case a emergency came up and she had to rush off, but the sight that greets me makes my blood run cold.

“Hello, dear,” She stands there, her arm locked around a shaking, terrified Grace, “Me and your little ‘girlfriend’ were just having a little talk, weren’t we?”

[GRACE’S POV]

I’m shaking, I wish I could say I was fearless, stared the woman holding me with a iron grip with bravery, but I didn’t.

I looked at my partner with wide eyes, they’ve completely blanched, their hand shaking so badly they ball them up into fists.

“Auntie,” They start, and my own shaking freezing in shock, “Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” Their voice is wobbly, looking like they’ve seen a ghost instead of a very tall, angry woman.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? You’ve convinced yourself that you can be loved, that you can love, when your nothing more than a carbon copy.” Her voice drips with honeyed mocking, her head titled and lips poured likes she actually feels empathy, “It’s actually quite sad, my little Grimwalker.”

The name makes my partner flinch back violently, like it’s struck them to their core, I didn’t know what a Grimwalker was, but it seemed pretty bad.

I saw their fist clenched until it was white, “What do you want, Aunt?”

“Isn’t it obvious?“ She paused, as if she actually expected them to reply, but when they stared at her with a stone cold gaze she clicked her tongue before continuing, “I want you to come home.”

“I’m already home.” I see their eyes flicker to me for a moment, and despite the terror that threatens to consume me entirely, the smallest smile graces my lips, “So I’m not going anywhere, but you will, though.”

The woman’s nails dig painfully into my skin when she tightens her grip on me, “NO, You will come with me!“ Her voice goes shrill with frustration, and I let out a small noise of pain.

That seems to crack something in my partner, and they rush forward, I’ve never seen them as anything but gentle, a soft presence that children would come to in the store if they’ve lost their parents, something that make even stray, injured cats trust them.

But as they sprint towards us, picking up a stray piece of metal pipe that fell onto the dirty alley floor, angling it right at her head with chilling efficiency.

BONUS:

The walk back was silent, when the thud of the woman’s body dropped to the floor unconscious, we’d almost read each other’s minds when we decided to go home.

The drive home was quiet, the air was thick, their eyes glazed over in thought so I took over the wheel.

I drove to their house, they always felt safest there, and I didn’t know why but after today I’ve gotten a few ideas, and when we walked in, I could hear the smallest sniffle from where they’d turned their back to me.

Despite the questions that flooded my brain, swirling like a whirlpool, I silently wrapped my arms around their back, and it seemed to break something else in them, something sadder.

I held them when they sobbed, when they clutched me almost painfully, and when they’d finally calmed down, laying together with me on the couch, a splash of the curious water fell out my mouth.

“..What’s a Grimwalker?”

ANTONIO VASQUEZ:

[YOUR POV]

I gawked at everything around me, hearing Antonio’s barely muffled snort when I whipped my head from side to side.

Distractedly elbowing him, I don’t take my eyes off the bright lights, the stores surrounding me, I was really in Paris, Paris! The city of love.

He’d basically kidnapped me onto a plane, spiriting me away from my job despite the others flares of concerned annoyance, I was whisked onto a plane and taken to Paris after hours of excitement,

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him so my elbow crushes into his side, unable to elbow him any longer, though with the high of serotonin a feel at the scent of fresh bakeries and flowers, I can’t find it in myself to get irritated.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks teasingly, a slight edge of eagerness in his tone, I just laugh and nod my head.

“Yeah,” I burrow more into his side, and see his eyes trained on me from the side of his sunglasses, “Yeah, I really am.”

It was perfect, I haven’t had much time to relax, although the past.. drama has been over for years, I’ve still experienced stress, the financial stress of running away from home with a total of zero in your bank account, vacations were never in the picture.

But here with Antonio, I could finally relax, away from home, I missed my friends, but their was this high of freedom when it came to complete anonymity.

Well, not completely, when we stopped at a bench, relaxing and chatting quietly, a voice rung out from behind me.

“Hello there darling, didn’t expect to see you here.”

[ANTONIO’S POV]

Normally, I would’ve given the woman nothing more than a annoyed look over the rim of my sunglasses, but I felt the way my partner froze pressed against me, the way their temperature dropped.

That made me stare at her longer after a quick glance my partners way, but she wasn’t looking at me, she was staring at my partner who blanched so hard they look like they could be sick.

“Who are you?” I ask in a cold voice, matching the ice of her gaze, but she doesn’t even spare me a glance.

“You know, my little Grimwalker, I’m actually quite impressed.” She speaks in a sickly sweet voice, “You’ve escaped my grasp for a long minute, haven’t you?”

That made my entire being pause, Grimwalker? I know about those, I didn’t want to admit it, but it was a last resort if the revival of Eva didn’t work out, they weren’t clones, she wouldn’t hold any of her memories, but it would be a piece of her I could hold.

But my partner? a Grimwalker? My grip on them tightened when my gaze flickered to their face, a stab of betray cutting me slightly, “..what?”

Their face was sickly pale, their heart was beating out of control, and I could see the tears building up in the corner of their eyes, their entire being shaking and pressing hard against mine.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself because it’s time to come home to your Aunt, little one.” She sways towards us, reaching out for my partner who only managed to shake their head.

I let out a growl in my throat, I could deal with this later, but nobody was taking mi cielo anywhere, not while I was here.

BONUS:

It was quiet, they laid against my chest and I roamed my hands over their body in a comforting caress.

I stared at the ceiling in thought, I wasn’t going to push them for answers, and I didn’t even know what questions to ask, they all swirled and merged in my mind.

“I’m a monster.” It’s a muffled, depressed cry as they bury their face further into my chest.

That wasn’t right, they couldn’t be a monster, I was one, they were something light and beautiful, the only ‘monster’ they could ever be was a angel, and I’d spent every minute of my tortured existence telling them that.

“No, your not mi vida, and if you are, then we’ll be monsters together.”

VANESSA HELSING:

[YOUR POV]

I aim my crossbow at the zombie goon, and shoot with trained accuracy that would make past me gape, the training has really payed off.

My eyes get drawn back to Vanessa, throwing down with the elder vampire, Nechual bared her fangs in a feral hiss when her whip makes contact with her tan skin.

Vanessa’s eyes was one of a trained profesional, the years behind her backing up the precise movements of her body, like every shift of her wrists and legs were calculated to the very inch.

She was.. magnificent.

But I couldn’t afford to gawk, I shifted my gaze away and kicked at a zombie trying to grab at me, aiming the bow right at its ugly head and pressing the trigger harder than I probably needed too.

“STOP.” Nechauls shrill voice carried over the wasteland, if you thought Havenfall was bad, this place was a dead end hell, no offence JD.

“Give up, Nechual,” The wind carries Vanessa’s voice through ever crack, the confidence, the power radiating off her like a second skin, “You’re done, you’ve failed.”

And she almost has, the last of the zombies have fallen at our feet, my bow was nearly running out of arrows, but I’d have exactly five left after I take out the last few of the undead.

A cruel cold smile overtook the vampires lips, “I’m not finished quite yet, little Helsing.” She gestured to her side, where a narrow opening between two buildings open.

Then a figure emerges from the shadows, tall and powerful, perhaps another vampire, we take our stances, ready for another battle.

“She’s right, little ones,” the figure that emerges makes my breath hitch, my grip on my bow tightening, “We’re not quite finished yet.”

[VANESSA’S POV]

I don’t recognise the woman, but I don’t need too, the way she moves, the way she sways towards us like she’s already sure of her victory, let’s me know whoever this is, is holding a power that’s given confidence.

I pull my whip taut, ready and raring to fight and defend the people around me if needed, but weirdly, she isn’t looking at me.

That cool gaze is to the right, and when I turn my head, I catch sight of my partners face, pale and shaking.

That stuns me for a second, and it was a fatal mistake, Nechual lunges at me, and I barely avoid the snap of her teeth when she reaches me, I blindly grope around at my tools to try and get something.

My hand reaches a stake, and when I use my forearm to push the woman off me, I swing at her, and the stake meets flesh, pushing in violently, the weight lifts as the wind brushes away her dust.

Everyone’s ready to go, even my partner, even when they look like they’ve seen a ghost.

BONUS:

“..Can I ask you some thing?” My voice is hesitant, and my partner sits down on the couch, a blank look on their face despite their skin keeping the pale look.

I sit down next to them, shuffling closer but not touching, in case that isn’t something they want right now, “Who was that woman? It almost seemed like… you knew her.”

And something that made my heart split happened, they buried their face in their hands, tears slipping through her fingers, I make a noise in my throat and scramble to put my arms around them.

“V-Van.. that was my aunt.” That stunned me, but I still couldn’t figure out why that would cause such a reaction, I felt anger burn in my tired body at the thought of her hurting them in any way.

They press against me, “I need to tell you something.” Their voice is weak, but comes out stronger than I expected, “I wanted to tell you for so long…”

“I’m a Grimwalker.”

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daniellebrandenburg · 2 years

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#lovestruck #photoblog #fandom #voltage fandom #havenfall is for lovers #havenfall mackenzie

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incorrectlovestruck · 9 months

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JD, rolling down the car window: What seems to be the problem, officer? Mackenzie: Get the FUCK out of my car.

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #havenfall is for lovers #jd #jordan davies #mackenzie hunt #incorrect quotes #my posts

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riveramorylunar · 1 month

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Uh I need Aurora, I need Xenia, I need Mackenzie, I need Lorelei, I need Cecelia, I need Zhora, I need Jessa, I need Lexi, I need Madison, I need all of them back 😩😭

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stolenoc · 25 days

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I've always liked this little bit. The way Annabelle is entirely unphased with a gun pointed at her face, and how Mackenzie is clearly more worried about MC being scared than anything else.

Also, the line "Oh, son. That's not going to go so well for you" is queen shit

#havenfall is for lovers #lovestruck voltage #mackenzie hunt

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verynonyideas · 4 months

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Mackenzie Hunt with D1 please? Thanks <3

This was quite fun! I even tried a new way of doing my drawings to complete it faster. I hope you like it!

#Mac #mackenzie hunt #Lovestruck #havenfall is for lovers #drawing prompt #my art #verynonyart #Nony Answers #drawing practice #Lovestruck fanart

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zhoras-bitch · 10 months

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Havenfall is for Lovers || Havenfall’s Finest

-> Mackenzie Hunt, The Werewolf Diego Escalona, The Vampire Razi Nassar, The Djinn Jordan "JD" Davies, The Jersey Devil Vanessa Helsing, The Vampire Hunter Antonio Vasquez, The Dark Vampire Main Character, The Human

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #havenfall is for lovers #mackenzie hunt #moodboard #aesthetics #my edits

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wylldebee · 3 months

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Dragon!Havenfall MC AU Ideas

Just random ideas I have for this AU I made. — Poly route with Havenfall's Finest + Vanessa and Antonio. Cue JD making jokes about them being MC's hoard/real treasures. Vanessa NO this isn't like a harem anime JD Antonio stop encouraging her. — Grace is kidnapped and that sparks the awakening of HF!MC's dragon blood, because dragons are very Clan oriented and god help you if you fuck with a dragon's Clan. — That being said, nobody actually knows what MC is because the magic has only just started awakening. She experiences on-and-off heightened senses, and only in moments of intense emotion does she experience claws, slitted pupils, fangs, and the occasional spark of magic.

— Dragons haven't been seen nor heard from in a long, long, long time. It's got to the point that the supernatural world believes they've gone extinct. So when it's revealed MC is a dragon, it's a very big shock. — Turns out dragons have the ability to take a human form, and have taken plenty of human lovers over the years. And maybe a god or two. Probably. Cue Alex realising just why one of their siblings keeps smirking when asked why they called their jewellery store The Treasure Hoard when they (Alex) visits Havenfall. — There's a cult of Dragon Hunters who hunt down dragons for their blood, bone, scales, and organs for their rituals, and to also sell them as they're the most sought-after alchemy/potion ingredients. — MC would be partially awakened, meaning she'll only have access to some of her dragon traits. Come a showdown with the hunters who kidnapped her sister, she finally awakens it fully. I'm talking shimmering scales covering parts of her body, and slitted pupils and sharp fangs and claws, sweeping horns and even wings, and is able to tap into magic that's been lying dormant in her veins for years. — Afterwards MC needs a special magical necklace to help suppress her dragon traits until she gets control over it. However, dragon magic is quite strong so occasionally MC will have a trait if she's stressed enough. — It's only just the beginning, however. The cult has finally found a dragon at long last, and they're not about to give up on getting their hands on MC for their most important ritual yet...

#havenfall is for lovers #HFIFL #Havenfall MC #Havenfall Is For Lovers AU #mackenzie hunt #Diego Escalona #Jordan Davies #Razi Nassar #Vanessa Helsing #Antonio Vasquez #dragon!MC AU #lovestruck #alex cyprin #I mean they are mentioned so just to be on the safe side

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megatraven · 4 months

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Ok a funny thing just came up in my head, imagine if havenfalls finest played among us (I don't know why it made me giggle a little)

OK OK OK YES!!!!! I love thinking about lovestruck squads playing among us, it's SO fun to think about (i've posted about astoria's cast and villainous night's cast playing before) so let's seeeeeee

MACKENZIE is the scariest player of them all. she's incredibly good at sniffing out imposters, BUT, she often accuses JD even when they're not it, because they act like they are. they're her weak point. she's very good at getting her tasks done quickly, if she lives long enough to do em. that said, when she's an imposter, she's ruthless.... except when it comes to MC. she'll hover to make sure the other imposter doesn't kill her, and sneaks off when lights go out to Kill(tm).

JD is always playing chaotically. they're the crewmate an imposter will kill in front of, just for JD to turn around and defend them later. "MC was in medbay with me, we did body scan." they really like throwing people off the scent of the imposters while pretending they are one. incredibly sus behavior. they rarely ever do their tasks.

Diego focuses on his tasks, and he really doesn't like being imposter. he's the imposter that never gets a kill and makes the other do all the heavy lifting. Is known to sit in electrical making sure nobody dies, as well as checking vitals. Is usually the first one to call an emergency meeting, though he doesn't seek out the body. He's been voted out for this

Razi is also scarily good at this game. He's such a smooth-talker that he can talk himself out of a lot of close calls when he's imposter. Usually able to throw blame onto JD. He likes to sit at cams when he's crewmate to try figuring out who's where and doing what.

MC is a pretty decent imposter, but has incredibly bad luck with her timing sometimes. she'll pop out of a vent as soon as someone comes into electrical. someone will enter the medbay the moment she kills someone. still has fun overall! always dies before she can finish her tasks

Antonio usually gets voted off first for being sus when he's really just doing tasks. He's a ruthless killer when he's an imposter, but still tends to get voted out fast, even if no one's seen him near the bodies.

Vanessa! I don't really know because she's the only character i didnt read :( I think she's enjoy it a lot though, and she'd be a very good crewmate, but an awful imposter :]

But I think Annabelle would have a real blast at playing it, too, and she'd drag Damien into playing. They'll always pair together (or, Annabelle will always be with him, Mac, or MC) and help each other out. Damien won't kill her as imposter, and she won't kill him, either... unless it will win the game for her :) He's her alibi, and the rest of havenfall's finest have learned to just. not trust what either of them says about each other LMAO

if you have any ideas or headcanons abt them playing, i'd love to hear!!! :0 this is just my two cents! :]

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deepinifhell · 10 months

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#lovestruck voltage #havenfall is for lovers #vanessa s9 #mackenzie hunt #jordan davies

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starzymoon · 9 months

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Could you draw Mackenzie hunt(the werewife)

I FINISHED DRAWING MACKENZIE!!!!

Feel free to recommend more characters for me to draw!!!

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #havenfall is for lovers #mackenzie hunt #starzymoon

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the-salem-devil · 2 years

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Ok I have an angst with a bit of fluff and a Halloween idea request for lovestruck, could you do havenfalls finest plus mc, Antonio and Vanessa with reader who dies to their enemies but comes back as a ghost or as a cryptid or a half cryptid of your choosing

HAVENFALL IS FOR LOVERS X READER [DEAD/CRPTID HEADCANNONS]

Babe I am so fuckin’ sorry this took so long, I got vaccinated in the middle of writing this and couldn’t use my arms for awhile, requests have built up and ahhhh, I added bonuses on the end of each to make up for it, sorry again! (Also, this post is longggggg, be warned)

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MACKENZIE HUNT

If JD and Razi are out of character in this fic, that’s intentional, Gwen had been using her powers every night she stays with them, but they go back to normal!

[YOUR POV]

You should always go with your gut, I didn’t trust Gwen, but I chose to try and now I’m dead, but we’ll get to that in a little bit.

I sat in the bowling alley, bored out of my mind, Gwen had been here for about a week, working at the diner almost as soon as she showed, but today she apparently had the day off and chose to spend it lingering at the bar, next to Diego who made a point to move his glass away from her.

I was seated behind the bar, JD down near the lanes stacking bowling pins in concerning ways, I’ve already braced myself for the sound of them crashing and falling, but when I slip my amused gaze away from the fiery red head it draws towards Gwen.

It often did, I didn’t know what it was, but something about her made me uncomfortable, something wasn’t right, I’ve raised a teenager for years now, and she doesn’t act like one, I know how kids work, and she just isn’t it.

I briefly brought this up with Razi and JD, not accusing, more concerned, but they brushed it off thinking I was just missing Grace, or maybe a little stressed about the coven that planted themselves on Havenfall borders, chewing up most of Mackenzie’s time.

That surprised me, they weren’t usually like that, and I didn’t know why they trusted Gwen that much after a few nights together, karaoke doesn’t bring people that close together, right?

I felt eyes on me, so I looked up, not realising i’d been staring down the bartop, when I looked up it was Gwen’s gaze I found, and when she noticed me looking she made a small, slightly embarrassed noise, “Ah, sorry, I was just thinking, you’re actually really pretty.“ She smiled,

But something was off, usually i’d flush slightly and thank them with a smile, I didn’t get complimented often, but I struggled to plaster on even a awkward smile, “Uh, thanks Gwen, you’re.. you’re pretty too.”

Something in my tone must of of sounded wonky, I’m not surprised, because her smile faltered a bit, and I saw Dr, Escalona raise a brow over his glasses in the corner of my eye.

I didn’t mean to be rude, I swear.

When I walk into work the next day, JD’s sat at the bar, quietly talking with Razi but the conversation pauses when their gaze falls on me, and something pauses I me when I see them too.

They’ve started to act and feel stranger with each passing day, I’ve chalked it up to stress about the new coven that’s been around but as of recently I’m not so sure.

“Hey, can you sit for a minute?” Razi speaks up, looking a little off, I comply with a bit of anxiety knotting in my stomach, like when someone asks if they could talk to you about something, “Uh sure, what’s up?”

“Why were you being rude to Gwen?” After I sit down, JD blurts it out, and it takes me aback, “What are you talking about?” I can feel my defensive hackles raise, i’m not the type to immediately think somebody lied, but with Gwen, I just didn’t know.

Razi shifted uncomfortably, “Well, last night she got a little.. upset, thinking you didn’t like her, or were suspicious of her.” JD nodded, Gwen was currently crashing in their room so I wouldn’t be surprised if she vented to them, “and apparently JD saw when she complimented you and had a, well, strange reaction.”

“I get you miss Grace, and fair enough, but maybe just watch your attitude towards her, yeah? she hasn’t done anything wrong other than just.. exist, at the wrong time.” JD pipes up, and I felt a pang of sadness in my chest, irritation flaring slightly but withering away at the looks I got from them both.

“I- okay.” Maybe I was just missing Grace, I haven’t really given her a proper chance, “I’ll try to be nicer, alright?”

They both brightened, Razi smiling gently at me and the look of approval made something warm bloom in my chest, and my stomach drop with ice.

Hours later, I’m finish up with setting the lanes when the bell chimes, I turn around, ready to give out emotionless stock greeting but my mouth shuts when I see Gwen, walking in while fashioning her diner uniform, my heart always ache at the sight, the sight reminding me of Grace so much.

She smiles at Razi, who blinks and smiles back, then her attention focuses on me, “..hey, are you almost done with that?” She asks, hesitantly, I finish up and rise to my feet, brushing my pants off, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Well, I know we haven’t exactly been the best of friends,but,” She rocks back on her heels, her hands fiddling with each other behind her back, “But I was thinking you’d like to join me on my night-time walk, maybe get to know each other a bit?“

I really didn’t want to go, and not just because I had spaghetti and a cheesy but sweet romance movie (I missed Mackenzie more than I wanted to admit) waiting for me at home, but because the thought of being alone with Gwen made my stomach curdle, warning sirens ring in my head.

But between her expectant gaze, and the weight of Razi’s eyes on us, I find myself unable to decline, “Ah, sure, my shift ends at 7:30, so we’ll get going then and walk back to my house after?” Gwen nods eagerly, wiggling in excitement.

It’s just one walk, how bad could it be? Evidently, very, very bad.

The end of my shift came quicker than I wanted it to.

Razi waved us both of with a smile, clearly pleased that we were making a attempt at getting along, and I did my best to give my least-uncomfortable smile, which probably wasn’t very convincing.

Gwen led the walk, she promised me a beautiful spot that she found in the forest near the lake, and my mind flashed to all those serial killer movies where the victim got slashed in the woods, and I had to suppress the urge to make a break for it.

She chatted excitedly the entire way, talking about movies she and my friends had watched together, the late night karaoke sessions with JD’s screaming metal music, and almost anything she could think of, her tone bright and child-like.

She did that a lot, talked like she was pretending to act younger than she was, childish topics that everyone would indulge in, but when it came to talking about her past, she matured in a flash, seeming more grown up than any eighteen year old I’ve ever met, in was unnerving to say the least.

By the time we reached the forest, my legs shook with exhaustion, apparently running for your life multiple times wasn’t good enough cardio to strengthen my noodle legs, I was so tired, but Gwen just seemed to perk up more.

She led me deeper in, the sun almost completely set, and the trees hiding most of the waning light until it was almost cloaked in darkness.

We reached the designated spot, it was a large cliff, you could still see the bottom, where it led to a deeper part of the woods, too large to climb back up with your bare hands.

Suddenly, my heart started beating, “Looks nice, Gwen.” With shaking hands I turned back to her, ready to inch away from the cliff, only to see her smudging dirt on her skin, “Gwen?”

She ruffled her hair violently, until it looked dishevelled, before picking up a rock, “I wish we were friends.” Her voice was different, older than I’ve ever heard it, deeper than her previous childishly high voice.

“We can be, Gwen, I-I’m sorry if I hurt you feelings, I didn’t mean it.” I couldn’t tell if it was guilt or anxiety making my stomach drop like a nauseating stone, and a gasp escaped my parted lips when Gwen cut herself on the rock, marking her skin with scratches and scrapes.

“No we can’t.” She looked up, meeting my eyes, there was something cold, something filled with venom in them, they glowed faintly with a green light, inhuman power consuming them completely, “You’ve gotten in my way too much already, don’t worry.” She approached me, prowling like a predator, and my muscles locked when those glowing emeralds meet mine, “I’ll make sure your wolf isn’t too lonely without you, besides, she’ll be joining you soon.”

And with a burst of supernatural strength, she gripped my shoulders, metal claws sprouting and brushing way too close, before pushing me off the cliff, and I fall with a shout, trying to desperately grip at the crumbling rocks, “You should be flattered, they’re hungry enough they’ll literally fight over you.”

My back hits the grassy floor with a loud thud, and pain shoots through me like a bolt of lighting, a groan of pain coming out my mouth, the rustling of leaves almost covered by it.

With shaking limbs, I turn onto my stomach and look straight ahead where multiple long thick bushes lie, they rustle again before three men poke out.

No, not men, their fangs gleam in the moonlight, red eyes glowing hungrily as they look at me, I’ve recognised the same features of Diego, sans the hunger, and know these are vampires.

I can also deduct that I, myself, am utterly, how would you say say it? Oh yeah, fucked.

[MACKENZIE’S POV]

I yawned, stretching my arms over my head and my stomach rumbles, the sun was pretty much completely set and I knew the diner closed in about half an hour, maybe I could get some dinner to go and bring it to my lover, they should be at home by now.

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest, I’d sort of been neglecting spending time with them ever since the coven popped up, negotiating rules and whatnot really chewed up a lot of time, and they were getting finickier as they got hungrier, not wanting to walk all the way to Indy.

But nevertheless, I’ll bring them dinner and maybe we can watch a movie together, the image made happy little butterflies squirm in my stomach, we’ve gotten so close and I was loving ever moment spent with them.

I exited my office, ready to head straight to the diner when the sound of Gwen’s frightened shouts reach my ears, and I turn sharply.

She doesn’t look good, her clothes are dirty like she’s fallen in mud, her skin is cut and red marks litter it, her eyes are wide and struck with tears, I’m about to ask her what’s wrong, my body tensing in defence before she blurts out something that struck me to my soul.

“Your partners dead! The vampires took them!”

The door shut behind me with a soft click, ringing throughout the silence of my house, my legs feel numb as I entered, sitting down the couch, I don’t think I would’ve made it to my bed.

I hang my head, tears slipping out of my clenched eyelids, this was all my fault, grief spreader throughout my entire body, until a ragged breath escapes my clenched teeth and I start a choked sob.

I buried my face in my hands, tears slipping out as cried, and cried, fuck, they were really gone, they were gone and it was all my fault, I should’ve stayed with them, if a coven had planted itself in our town it should’ve been my first instinct to protect them.

The wolf inside me whimpers, desperately reaching out for our bond, it’s pulled taut and thin, bonds don’t die off immediately but fade out after one’s death, I pulled at the string, wrapping it around myself, as if I could trick myself into thinking they were still here.

I don’t stop crying, the night spent sobbing, clutching desperately to the shirt they’d left in my house, trying to smother myself to death in their scent, the wolf howling, searching for her partner, but they weren’t coming back.

I sipped my coffee, the taste bitter, though it was starting to lose its effect, I scribbled my signature on the last document, sliding it back into the system.

I knew it wasn’t healthy, and I didn’t pretend it was, throwing myself into my work had been a swift distraction they danced around my mind all say, plaguing my dreams whenever I managed a little sleep. and Elmer has pretty much been on vacation for the past week, nothing left to do.

My eyes were tired, bags weighting them down, I haven’t been eating as much as I needed, and my friends had started to drop off bags of diner food out of concern, but it went cold on my desk, the only thing touched is the cups of black coffee.

I leans back into my chair, brushing my unkempt hair out my face, tears threatened to spill again, I’ve been crying for days now, the urge forcing it’s way through during the day, and plaguing me all through the night.

But I tried to push the temptation for tears down, sobbing at my desk wouldn’t solve anything, but when my gaze slid up and focused on the bowling alley across the street, the smell of my partner quickly waning from it,

I lost that fight in a few seconds, I just wanted my partner back.

[YOUR POV]

Vanessa whip cracked against the last vampire goon, the thud of the one I took drops onto the grassy ground, barely audible over the master screech.

“What have you done?! You’ll pay for that!” Her shrill voice rang throughout the forest, and I bared my fangs in a hiss, we were both exhausted, blood and dirt staining our clothes, the muscles in my legs shook, I didn’t need to sleep anymore but I would’ve done anything to lay down for awhile.

We were so close, Vanessa and I had been stuck in the forest for days now, she’d found me before those vampires could make me into a snack, and while heading for the exit we’d been blocked by the coven countless times, fighting for hours, and hours, it was a non-stop battle, I couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest, the smallest slip in tactics could result in death.

It already killed me, days ago the vampiress who the fledglings called ‘master’ snuck up on me while I was eating, Van gathering water in a nearby creek.

“Actually, you know what, little lamb” She paused before she sank her teeth into me, planning on draining me dry like the lamb she was so fond of comparing me too, I struggled against her tight grasp, trying to desperately bat at her hands, panic gripping me as tight as did, “I think I’d like you part of my coven forever.”

My lips parted in a scream when her other hand removed from my mouth, yanking my hair back to bare my neck.

The memory made a shiver run up my cold spine, it ran in the back of my head every minute of every day, and night, the thrum of bloodlust under my skin, barely wrangled into control, wasn’t a nice reminder.

“You, I gave you power, I offered you a home!” She pointed a long, slim finger at me, her dark brown hair a wild mess of curls, such a stark contrast from how straight, and perfectly styled it was when we first met, her dark red dress, stained with dirt and blood as much as ours was, “You ungrateful, spoilt bitch!“

Something snapped in Vanessa, as did I, since we met she’s been pretty protective of me, after I got turned, she started being iffy but when I mauled the other vampires as opposed to her, I started to built up that trust again, she knew it wasn’t my fault.

Insults and taunts thrown Vanessa’s way wouldn’t chip her cool exterior, but she couldn’t handle name claiming towards me for even a second.

We rushed her at the same time, my claws and fangs bared, Van’s stake sharp and ready, her whip held tightly in her other hand, we knew we couldn’t outright kill her, she was a master for a reason, but we were so damn close to the exit, the sweet opening of the road leading into town, we just needed to cripple her long enough.

We worked together like we have been for years, I gripped her dark brown hair and yanked as hard a I could, Vanessa sending her whip towards her knees, and she crumbled with another shrill screech, her long fangs bared in pain.

Vanessa aimed her stake at her chest, but she quickly pushed onto her arms, kicking Van square in the chest, her high, high heels pressing painfully into the pale skin.

Van yelled in pain, stumbling back, and I made the mistake of releasing my vice grip on her hair, rushing over to her aid, the master stood up, exhaustion clinged to her features, she didn’t have any backup left, her army-like coven turned to dust, her knees wobbled, a harsh red line where Vanessa’s whip landed, and she limped to the nearest shadow, warping away with a hissed:

“This, isn’t over.“

The huntress tried to stand up, her legs shaking from exertion, I hooked her arm over my shoulder and we ran as fast as we could, leaving the dark forest behind us, the feeling of the open night air like pure ambrosia on my sensitive skin.

The town wasn’t far away, with my enhanced speed and Vanessa’s training we made it there in no time, we were laughing like we were drunk as we ran through the town roads, perhaps we were tipsy from all the adrenaline.

She knew about the bowling alley, and the colourful people inhabited it, I could tell she wouldn’t trust them outright with the whole supernatural thing, but she didn’t trust me at first either, I just hoped they’d get along.

Relief and enough Epinephrine to fill a swimming pool mixed together in my head, I felt light, like I could pick up a truck or fight god, it was a good feeling, enough that I confidently pushed open the doors of the bowling alley, Vanessa in tow, the smile on her face telling me she felt the exact same way.

The first words that slip out of my bruised, aching throat is entirely fueled by the aforementioned light feeling, I felt like I was floating, and my limbs were numb as I struck a pose, smiling and baring my fangs towards Havenfall’s finest, who were sitting at the bar with drinks,

“I LIVE!

[MACKENZIE’S POV]

The sound of my glass shattering on the floor rings throughout the dead silent bowling alley,

There they stood, their uniform was messy and torn, blood and mud staining it until the bright blue was almost black and brown, their hair was messy and knotty, the cosmic lights of the bowling alley making their wild, teary glowing red eyes stand out all the more, their long fangs bared in a wide, insane smile.

My numb legs stand up, my brisk pace has me in front of them in a second, they look up at me, love, awe, sadness and fear plague those glowing red eyes, my shaking hands reached up, hovering over their face.

I’ve had this dream before, sans the apparent vampirism, and the leather dressed hunter behind them, I’d reach to cup their cheeks and they’d turn to dust between my fingertips, the bond pulsing in my chest before it would fizzle out of existence, a distant memory as I would cry my heart out.

But they remained solid, cold and real, and here as my hands cup their cheeks and they leaned into it, and something in me cracks completely, I don’t even care that my friends can see me, I pull them into my arms and bury my face in their hair, and I weep into them, clutching them as hard as I can.

They run their fingers through my hair, apparently their own floodgates opening, they whisper soothingly to me and sob softer than I do, “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m okay, shhh..”

Their knees tremble, I saw the bags under their eyes, and I sink to the floor, my own in a similar state from the flood of emotions, we continue to clutch each other, whispering soft reassurances to each other and ourselves.

I can feel the huntress tense infront of me, the other frozen to their seats behind me, it’s like time slows down, we’re the centre point of the earth.

I can’t believe it, they’re here, they’re here and I don’t have to be alone anymore, I can clutch their cold body to mine again, I can finally hold them.

The sound of soft footsteps catch their attention, I can feel them tense in my arms as their head shoots off my shoulder, Gwen comes down the stairway, a karaoke machine in tow.

The low growl that rips from their throat is anything but human, and I’m struck with the reminder of those fangs, those glowing red eyes, temporarily forgotten in the haze of my relief, I pull back slightly to look at them.

Their eyes are wide and their pupils tiny, in fear and unresolved anger, their mouth in opened, baring their fangs threateningly instead of the relived smile they greeted everyone with, “You.” their is a growl to their voice I’ve never heard, animalistic anger cloaking their features.

The karaoke machine drops to the ground with a loud thud, “You- how are you-“ she looks like she’s seen a ghost, pure fear making her blanch, “Hiw are you alive!? You’re suppose to be dead!”

The coolness of their skin turns to ice, hard and tense, they stand up and out of my arms, “This is your fault.“

The huntress woman stepped forward then, rushing in-front of them, “[….] No, it’s okay!” She tries to put a hand on their chest, and I feel inappropriate jealousy rise in me.

But I had to push it down, because my partner was about to maul Gwen.

BONUS:

I heard JD snicker quietly, and I send them a golden, venomous glare before my gaze slipped back to across the bar.

My partner is behind the bar, Vanessa, the huntress, on the barstool closest to them, she leans forward slightly and giggles, mumbling something I can’t hear and waving her hands slightly.

My partner laughs, trying to stifle it as hard as they can, and I can’t deny the warmth that blooms in my chest despite the flaring jealousy that curdles my stomach.

If I strain my ears, I can hear their conversation, “Pfffft, he looked like a whole rabies infested dog, took me four seconds to take him down.” They pretend to act cocky, flexing their muscles theatrically.

Vanessa laughs so hard she has to put her head down on the bar, her chest rumbling, before she sucks in a deep breath and straightens out, “I have to go, hah, but meet me in my van after your shift and we’ll go training.” A smile still on her lips.

My partner nods enthusiastically, and I have to push down my own rumble, but not one of laughter.

Apparently, growing down with elder vampires brings people close together, and I didn’t like it one bit.

JORDAN DAVIES:

I had way too much fun and got carried away, you can probably tell also writing this at 1:23 AM with Unholy by Sam Smith blasting in my earphones hits different

[YOUR POV]

Pain laced every movement, I crumbled to my knees as a tremor rolls throughout my being.

“You can save them, child.” the low growl in Luce’s voice, the glowing red eyes, clearly the woman wasn’t herself, and unfortunately I have a pretty good guess who she might be instead, “You can save their soul.”

JD stood still as a statue, Rip laid at their feet, only being knocked out moments too late, he’d managed to shoot a final burst of deadly magic my way before Satan had made his appearance.

My vision was quickly waning, black spots threatening to consume my sight completely, but I still saw the desperate, wild look in my lovers burning eyes, my lungs burned but I still tried to call out, telling them not to do it.

But I saw the moment they steeled their resolve, the way they balled their fists, “Fine, you goddamn bastard!” Luce’s fast twisted into a ugly smirk of victory, he held out his hand, and I saw the sigil, hot and red.

My whole body shook, I fell onto my elbows, my breath coming in short and ragged, it burnt, it burnt like hot oil against my skin, not the warm, gentle way JD’s fire would caresses and flicker against my flesh, embracing instead of smouldering and offensive.

My heart tore, similar to the way my soul felt like it was coming apart at the seams, when JD leaped forward, roughly and swiftly shaking their dads hand.

The earth split underneath me, the cool, soft earth brushing against my flushed skin as I fell, JD’s scream followed me down, “I said I would save their SOUL, child, and that soul now belongs to me.”

Luce’s mangled, distorted voice was cut off by the earth closing, pressing back together and leaving a single crack in her wake.

And I fell, and kept falling, all the way to hell.

Something cool pressed against my skin, a welcomed relief against how warm I felt, but instead of my flush calming, I felt the hard, cold warm against me, soaking in my body temperature.

With a small huff I opened my eyes, almost getting blinded by the startling red of the room around me, shades of red i’ve never seen before all around, the room and everything around me was sharp, focused and clear unlike anything I’ve known.

I was in some sort of cell bedroom, the sheet that’s clinging to my leg implies that I’d rolled out of bed, it was the boujeest cell I’ve ever seen, that’s for sure, but still a cell.

And clearly a busy one despite the apparent emptiness around me, noises of all kinds filled my ears, making me wince slightly, footsteps against marble floors, breathing, talking, chewing, heartbeats, fluttering, laughing, it was a lot.

I shook the sheet off my leg, remaining on the floor, my body didn’t ache like I expected it to, I actually felt surprisingly good, for someone who might of died a little—

JD, the name hit me like a punch to the gut, causing me to spring up, Satan was still here, and I’d just been sleeping! They could be in danger, I needed to find them now.

Looking around wildly, I couldn’t see any obvious exits, there didn’t seem to be a door, at least not one that was visible from my location, suddenly, the sound of footsteps pounded against the floor.

When I turned, a very unwanted figure appeared, tall and slim, his suit was perfectly ironed, his fiery red hair smoothed and gelled back, not a hair out of place, such a stark contrast to JD’s messy, untamed hair.

“Ah, finally decided to join the world of the un-living I see.” He smiled, it was empty and cold, the words meant to be humourless but lacked any emotions to carry it through.

I ran up to the bars, faster than I ever have, and gripped the bars tightly, “Where’s JD!? What have you done to them?!” something deep inside me, somewhere I hadn’t known existed until now, flared with panic and anger at the prospect of JD being injured in any way.

“Now, now, you should be asking them what they’ve done.” He didn’t flinch at my aggression, that easy, smug smirk that made me want to punch his face in rested on his mouth, “Or more accurately, what they will do, for you.”

“If you’ve hurt them, I swear—“ there was a growl to my voice, that flare simmering deep inside me spreading, like a electric shock that traveled up my body, sharp and quick.

His smirk widened into a ugly, twisted grin as he gazed at me, something shifting in his posture, as if he knew something I didn’t, “Don’t fret child, they won’t be doing anything they haven’t agreed to.” he straightened his back, turning and heading for what I assume is the door.

“Besides,” he pauses, lifting a hand without turning to look at me, I feel something shift in the background but I can’t take my eyes off his back, “You should be more worried about what i’ve done to YOU.”

Whipping around, whatever is behind me feeling like the centre of the universe, he closes the door behind himself, and I see the mirror hung proudly on the wall.

The sight that stares back at me is a shock to my soul, my clothes are torn and ragged, the exposed flesh bruised and dirty with dried blood, my hair is wild and almost as electric as the volts travelling down my black arms, my skin is stained like a pair of long gloves covered in black sparks, pitch black as my eyes.

I pull in a ragged gasp, baring the pointy fangs in my mouth, the air close to my body is tense, with how clearly I can see everything it’s quite obvious, tense and strained with the high voltage that radiates off my body.

My skin was so, so hot, I burned like a wild electrical fire.

[JD’S POV]

He took everything from me, that bastard took everything.

I was locked in my room, my music boomed and bounced off the soundproofed walls, but I didn’t focus on it, I found myself unable to focus on much anymore.

I missed them, I missed them so much, I wasn’t usually the touchy-feely type despite their comments about my nighttime cuddle mode but all I wanted was to curl up in my bed, their body pressed against mine as I wrapped my arms around them.

Everybody was taking it hard, the bowling alley felt empty during the day, their energy, their presence taken with them, I never really bought into that aura shit but I could feel the lack of something similar when they’re gone.

I laid in my bed, hugging one of my many pillows to my chest, burying my face into it as tears slipped through my clenched eyelids, a sobbing noise escaped my mouth, I just wanted my partner here, I needed them more than anything.

But they were dead, my father had them and I would never see them again.

Another choked noise escapes my throat, and I clutched the pillow so hard I’m surprised it didn’t rip, my heart felt empty, pummelled into darkness.

I would do anything to get them back, I couldn’t live like this, I’ve never prayed before, being a devil and all, but before I slipped into a cold sleep, I prayed to see my love’s face again.

Even if in just a dream.

[YOUR POV]

I was running out of time, the day had finally arrived and the deal would be made soon, the castle buzzed with activity, whispers and murmurs of Satan promising something big, these fools.

I’d spent the last three days scheming in my cell from the snippets of conversation I’ve heard, hours spent running my hands raw against the stone walls until I found a weak spot, listening out for the construction on my self-proclaimed escape vehicle.

It was time, I dug my sharp, black claws into the weak stone, pulling it out with a grunt of effort, my strength enhanced tenfold but still, damn.

It was on a wall next to another, open cell, I used the open space to pull at the other bricks, they budged with enough force, leaving my hands bloodied and red.

I stepped through the opening, not wasting any time in rushing through the open door, I couldn’t just walk through the door, but the open window shined invitingly, stepping up to it, I gauged the jump, I was about five stories up, and would defiantly crack my skull open if I jumped despite my newly acquired sturdiness.

Then I spotted it, a brazier filled with a bonfire right against the wall next to my window, they were placed around like planted daisies, with enough concentration, the flames started flickering and flaring upwards.

I closed my eyes, I pictured the fire in my mind, visualising myself sprouting out from it, and I felt my body shift, like a gentle pressure against my body.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the brazier, lounging comfortably and held back a small whoop of victory, I’d learned how to warp into large bodies of flame by listening to a booming demons voice a few stories up.

I hopped out, there wasn’t anytime to linger in my small victory, Satan had probably made his way up to the earth by now.

I didn’t know all the details, but I knew enough, Satan was going to try and make a deal with JD for my soul, and I knew my lover would give anything to save me, but I couldn’t let them do that, now when I was still here, and still kicking.

I raced down the gardens, following the sound of horses trotting in their small stables, and the sound of flapping.

I don’t think I’ve ever ran this much in my life, but my legs didn’t burn, not even a little, my anger fuels my power, electricity charging in all my muscles, I’ve never felt more alive, more charged and ready.

I make it to the stables in no time, the dark chariots lined up patiently, I wretch open the first gate, a black pegasus with feathery wings and a long, kept mane, dressed in sturdy iron armour.

Despite never preparing a chariot before, it only takes a few minutes of struggling before the pegasus, who I’ve dubbed ‘Bessie’ for the time being slots into the reins, and I hop in.

It’s surprisingly comfortable, the cold steel of the black chariot rivalling the warmth of my skin, I make sure I don’t grip the handles too tight to not hurt Bessie, and start calculating my move.

The place where the castle is situated is in the thinnest layer between hell and earth, so Satan can easily slip through and get his nails done or something, I don’t care, and is located in one of Havenfall’s many infamous cornfields.

I grip the reins, before I signal to Bessie to take off,he does with a sharp flap of his wings, I almost lose my footing when the Chariot is launched off the ground, briskly following Bessie’s swift patch upwards.

The speed cuts through air, hell’s air was quite thin already but fizzles out even more at the speed we’re going, we soar through the fake clouds, and the maroon dirt sky inches closer and closer.

Bessie levels his head, the armour on his head ready to burst through the ground, and when contact is finally made, the earth splits like it did bringing me hear, a loud explosion forming where we forced our way through.

I cough, dirt entering my lungs, when it finally clears from my pipes I take the biggest exhale i’ve taken in days and nearly sob with relief, the air in the underworld was so humid and dry, the clean, fresh evening air of the overworld felt like pure Jesus on my lungs and throat.

But I couldn’t focus on that, I yanked on the reins as gently as I could, guiding Bessie towards the town, I could hear the commotion in the streets and knew Satan had already made his appearance.

I just prayed I wasn’t too late.

[JD’S POV]

I didn’t have a choice, and he knew that, I stared my father down as he stood patiently in the street, the rest of Havenfall’s finest paused behind me.

He’d strolled his up from the depths of hell, where he kept my lover prisoner, offering their soul in return for my debt, a favour he called it.

I knew I shouldn’t take it, but I wanted, I wanted, the ghost of their embarace haunted me, and I could bring them back, no more lonely nights, no more empty shifts, no more crying alone, clutching my pillow and wishing for their warm embrace.

The others didn’t say anything, I swore Mackenzie opened her mouth, but nothing came out, they missed my partner dearly, they made their mark on Havenfall’s finest and they clearly wanted them back at least half as much as I did, and that was a lot.

My father raised a brow over his sunglasses, his hand held out with the sigil burning bright, my breath hitched, my eyes couldn’t stay off it, and without even realising it, my own started reaching out.

This could bring them back, we could be… together again.

”STOP!” a desperate, achingly familiar voice called out, and my breath hitched as my eyes raised.

There they stood, their arms outstretched in the chariot they stood in, a large black pegasus pulling them across the evening sky, and oh, they were a sight to behold.

The scream that pulled out of my throat was one of longing and pure relief, tears springing to my eyes, the pegasus paused, hovering in the air and something held the chariot up, something electric.

That’s when I really noticed them, and not just the new look, energy, voltage radiated off their skin like every thunder bolt was drawn to them, the centre of all power in the word, demanding it to be drawn to that single body,

But I also noticed the physical, and I couldn’t help myself, “HOT, DANG.“ my voice doesn’t come out as flirty as I intended it to be, the joy, relief, the sound of tears clogging my my throat comes out instead, my love infecting every word, “LOOKIN’ GOOD, BABE!”

That smile, that god damn smile, it haunts my nightmares, and fuels every dream, they stay suspended in the air, high above everyone, where they should be.

That glorious smile slips off their face too soon when they eyes settle on a seething Satan, who finally screeches out a unholy, “HOW DID YOU- What have you done, do you have any idea what you just cost me?!”

“Yeah.” They cock their head mockingly, a cold, humourless smile that’s been reflected on my fathers face so many times, “I think I do.”

That bastard lost, but I won more than I’ll ever be able to comprehend.

BONUS:

“I did not think this through.” I stared down the large chariot, dragged onto my driveway and currently trying to situate itself in my tiny garage.

JD laughs, wrapping a arm around my shoulder and pulling me close, they’ve been more affectionate after i’ve come back and I can’t say I mind, they stare at me.

Just this look, this look of pure awe and love, usually i’d look away in embarrassment but I choose to hold their gaze, hoping mine portrays the same adoration I feel for them whilst knowing nothing could ever do if justice.

I broke out of hell for them, and i’d do it again, and again, if it meant I could return to their arms every night,

“Now,” they smile gently, their tone uncharacteristically lacking any snark, only holding pure smitten love, “Let me help you try to figure out where the hell to put this thing.”

DIEGO ESCALONA:

I love them fair folk so here’s my offering good sir

[YOUR POV]

“Make the deal, child.” The voice booms throughout my head, I ignore it, trying to desperately to reach for Grace’s hand, the closer I got, the farther she slipped from my reach.

I struggled against the heavy feeling in my bones, “No!” I call out in reply, and the voice melts away, but so does my little sister.

I wake with a start, my heart beating out of control and I kick off my blanket as sweat makes it stick uncomfortably against my skin, It’s probably just stress, but I’ve had the same dream for a week now, I rub my face and push my hair out of my eyes.

I can’t keep doing this, the others are getting concerned when I show up to work, the light amount of makeup I wear barely covering the bags under my eyes.

Getting up, I make my way to the kitchen, I was never a tea kind of person, but the chamomile packets Diego bought on his overbearing grocery runs relaxed me enough to fall back asleep.

Diego, I should probably talk to him about this, but I didn’t want to worry him, he’s already stressed to hell and back about Antonio and searching for Grace, I don’t want to burden him over something silly, despite what he says.

Besides, it’s just a dream.

I’m sitting in the bowling alley, bored out of my mind.

“Hey, look at me!” JD calls out from behind me, and when I turn on my bar stool, I see them juggling two bowling pins and a bowling ball, “oh my god, if you drop those Razi will murder you.”

They grin mischievously, “Yeah, if I drop them, and you wouldn’t snitch on little old me, would you?” They flutter their eyelashes, feigning innocent, and a smart comment is on my lips when something shifts in my peripheral vision.

There was a deer, it had a shiny black coat and shocking blue eyes, I didn’t even know deer could come in those dark colours, and usually I’d just brush it off as strange, maybe stare for a little longer, but this was different.

My word singled in on the animal, I felt a large pull in my chest, like a rope was tied around my hips and connecting myself to the deer, and I swiftly stood up, it stared at me expectantly with its big, ocean eyes.

“You good?“ I hear JD speak, but it’s shoved into the back of my mind, I rush towards the door, and when I move, it’s like a spell is broken and the deer leaps away.

I open the door and close it as JD shouts something, but I can’t focus on that, it’s sprinting away at the speed of light and I chase after to follow, everybody stares at me, but seems to ignore the deer.

I can feel it deep in my bones, wherever it’s leading me, is important, and everything except that damn deer fades away as I follow it down the street, away from town, past all the cornfields, my legs ache but I can’t stop.

The lake comes into view, and the animal leaps into the woods, leaves and twigs crunch under my boots as I hop over a log to follow, I don’t know we’re it’s leading me, and part of my brain warns against going too deep in the forest.

I’m not walking for very long, after a dense amount of trees, something in the air shifts, sweetness filling it like a incense was burning all around, and a small opening is in the middle.

It looks straight out a fantasy movie, butterflies fluttering around, flowers and pretty pebbles growing out of every crack, every open spot, a ring of luscious white mushrooms forming a circle in the centre.

And Grace, frozen as a marble statue in the middle.

A gasp pulls from my lips, and I rush forward, my hand outstretched to touch hers but something makes my legs stick still, like their frozen in molasses.

Then a voice, one I’ve heard every night for a week now, booms throughout the small clearing, echoed in a way that sounds like a million tiny little voices are speaking at once, saying the same thing.

“We’ve been waiting for you.”

I try to move my legs, Grace’s terrified eyes frozen forward, almost as if she’s staring directly at me, “Who are you?! What have you done to my sister?!”

“We want to make a deal with you.” They ignore my question, continuing on, “We’ve been wronged, by a man named Antonio Vasquez, we know you’ve been wronged by him too, he gave the girl to us.”

That makes me pause, why would Antonio give Grace to this.. thing, and where is he now, I choose to still my struggle and listen, but it didn’t seem to matter, they continued to monologue anyway.

“He wanted revenge on a man named Diego Escalona, and offered the girl to us, said it was the oldest of the […] family’s children.” they paused for a moment, and I could feel the way the air tensed as they flared in anger, “Lies! He lied! Nobody lies to US.”

I felt myself flare in a entirely different way, god, Antonio is willing to do anything for revenge, and part of me is glad he lied, the deal clearly not cemented due to Diego being alright.

“We want a deal, your sister will be released.” I felt my heart lift at that, “And in return, the child of […] family will go after the man, Antonio, they will be blessed with the power of the fair.”

I bit my lip, I needed to go after Antonio anyway, and having cool faerie powers would only help me be able to protect Diego, and it would result in Grace being released from her stone prison.

“Alright, deal.”

[DIEGO’S POV]

I stepped out of my office, taking a deep breath of fresh air, I’ve been stuck in my office all day writing up patient reports, people trying to cram in last minute flu shots for their children.

Looking over at the bowling alley, I smiled gently, the picture of my lovers face entering my mind, I should pay them a visit, it should be about lunch time by now.

I pause when I hear shouting, turning my head, I audibly gasp when I see Grace rush up to me, panic in her voice.

“Doctor! Doctor! Somethings wrong with my sister—“ She’s hyperventilating, and that’s when I notice it, the long clear bug wings, the black fog that escapes from her palms, and the glowing blue irises, “That woman took her! We need to get the Sheriff!-“

I take her hands in mind, “Grace, just breathe, take deep breaths with me.” I take her through a few breathing exercises, but even I struggle with them as panic rises in my chest, and I have to restrain myself from crushing the poor girls hand.

Tears start to well up in her eyes, “They took them! T-They made a deal to save me and!-“ she tappers off with a hiccup, tears leaking out of her eyes, “They took them!”

Anxiety curls throughout my chest, dread forming a heavy pit in my stomach, “What do you mean took them, Grace? Where were they taken?” My voice shakes slightly, my hands shaking almost as badly as hers.

“They took them to the opening in the forest, they’re stuck in there, forever!”

Grief strikes my heart like a thunderbolt, sharp and sudden.

[YOUR POV]

I’m breathing hard, crouched as I take a moment to recover, I’ve been fighting for four days straight as they try to drag me to circle, turning me to stone.

As I get older, I learn that you have to be very careful with the words you use, usually to avoid offending or upsetting people, but in more extreme situations you want to avoid making a deal without proper guidelines set up.

I agreed that a child of the […] family would get powered into a fair, and Grace would get released from her stone prison, but I didn’t expect that they’d pick Grace to go tell Antonio what’s up.

So for four days I’ve been fighting this invisible force as they try to push me into the circle, to turn me into stone, it’s become easier since I sprouted Fae wings, apparently they didn’t want a ugly human statue in their circle.

I look disheveled, dark circles under my eyes from no sleep, sweat making my unkempt hair messy and tangled, dirt and scrapes litter my skin from close calls.

I can feel the air tense in anger, frustration turning the sweet incense air into rotten smelling fruit, “STOP, FOOLISH ONE, THIS INSTANT! WE HAVE A DEAL.” the growl that rises in my throat isn’t human, definitely not, but I don’t have time to interrogate that right now.

Exhaustion radiates from them as well, my body begs for me to take this break, but this could be my chance to finally break out of this clearing.

I charge forward, a split tree making a sort of portal, judging by the ferocious way they’ve protected that spot it must be the exit, a piercing scream makes my ears ring but I finally push through the molasses in my bones, and I break through the portal.

The air is different, not only the smell of rotten fruit dispersing, but the tense energy finally giving way to relaxation, the pink hue of the clearing turning to harsh browns and dark greens.

I don’t waste time, I feel like crumbling to the ground, crying tears of relief, the stress of constant battle finally lifting, but I need to get back to town.

Back to Diego.

The walk isn’t far, though it feels like a hundred years, the town hasn’t changed one bit in four days, but everything feels different, the way I perceive everything changes.

Everything’s a little sharper, all of my senses enhanced, and I’m briefly worried about somebody seeing me, my wings fluttering on my back as a reminder, though nobody was on the street, everybody working or at home with this time of day.

The sight of the bowling alley is one I never thought i’d be so happy to see.

[DIEGO’S POV]

I stare at the thick red liquid in my cup, silence rings throughout the bowling alley, and my heart lays heavy in my chest.

They’re really gone, my hands tighten around the glass until it creaks dangerously, they’re really gone and it’s all my fault.

I run through what I could’ve done differently every single moment, I should’ve come to see them sooner, I should’ve question them more about how tired they’ve been looking recently.

if I just had done more they’d still be here, Grace wouldn’t be seated next to me miserable, Razi’s smile wouldn’t be so strained, JD wouldn’t be stacking pins right now, their usual well intentioned jabs at Razi wouldn’t be silenced.

My heart lays deep in the ground, cracked, too worn to try and out itself back together again, I wanted to run away, disappear into a big city and isolate myself, but too many people were reliant on me, I was a doctor with patients who couldn’t live without medical treatment.

The bell jingled, and I saw Razi’s eyes widen, a noise of surprising erupting from his throat, I disinterestedly turned my head, and the glass in my hand cracked under pressure when I saw who it was.

They stood there, they stood there, not in my imagination, my hallucinations at the darkest hour of the night, there, alive and breathing and right in-front of me.

I push off my chair, running at them and scooping them up in my arms, I saw the wings, the eyes, but. I didn’t care.

They’d here.

BONUS:

Everyone’s sat in the bowling alley, Grace sat in the same seat as me and pressing close, every time her anxiety spikes she tends to cling to me more, and after losing her for so long, I defiantly don’t mind.

Diego’s been the same way, the scare of loosing me making him hover more than usual, his hand on mind as he sits in the seat next to me.

“Alright,” Sheriff hunt starts, papers strewn out in front of her, she looked royally stressed, and it made me frown in empathy, “Antonio—“

The door flew open, and I immediately turned my head, but I knew who it was before I even looked, the air shifting to that of rotting fruit, the pure power of a being made of more than one pressing against my back.

There’s a black haired women, her eyes are startlingly blue, the image of the deer I followed flashing through my mind, “You.” Her voice boomed in a familiar way.

The others froze in the same molasses way I did, stuck to their seats, their eyes glued to her, “You broke our deal-“

“Shut, up.” I’ve had enough, my tone turns venomous, my eyes flashing a light, glowing blue dangerously, “I didn’t break shit.”

She starts again, opening her mouth but I beat her to the punch, “You said you’d let Grace go, you did, you said you wanted a […] child to go after Antonio, I am.”

“I didn’t want you though, I wanted-“ her voice goes high pitched in anger, a squeal that’s silenced when I sit up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor.

“A deals a deal.”

RAZI NASSAR:

I’m really into Greek mythology, okay? And writing is suppose to be self indulgent leave me alone (Btw if you haven’t read Medea’s story I would totally recommend it, it’s not that PG though so be warned)

[YOUR POV]

I’m currently trapped between a Manticore and Jonas’s cell, not the most prime spot to be in.

He’d come into the bowling alley, chest bared proudly, like he carried no shame, and asked me about Mothman, something in my stomach turned as he entered, his presence put me on edge.

My first thought wasn’t ‘Oh, that’s the Manticore!’ despite knowing he was lurking around town, but something felt off enough to make a lie slip from my lips before I even realised, the only thing that tipped me off was the way he leaned closer,

Asking if I was sure, while talking a subtle whiff of my skin, “Predator’s track by smell”, apparently those awful, awful documentaries payed off after all.

The cell was open, and the Manticore was looming in the open door, Jonas had run like a whole weenie almost the moment I opened the door, the so called ‘help’ he’d offered was just a weak punch to the monsters hard chest.

“Where is the moth?! Tell me!” He growled out, I grope around myself and look for a weapon, “I’m not telling you shit!“ my hands land on a bucket, where Jonas was tapping on it like a bongo drum, it wasn’t much, but it’s better than nothing.

He lunged towards me, I shouted and swung the bucket, slamming it against his cheek, the steel flattened into a panic but the Manticore stumbled leftwards slightly, more shocked than injured.

I dropped the scrap of metal, scrambling to get away from him and out the cell door, but just as I was next to him, so close to sweet freedom, his hand whips out, roughly grabbing my arm and yanking me backwards and slamming me against the wall.

And for a terrifying moment, his rough, large hands wrapped around my throat and blocked off my windpipes, the gasping breath I sucked in when my back collided against the wall my last,

I scratched at his hands, kicking desperately, but he wouldn’t budge, my limbs go numb and weak as black spots dance in my vision, but still functional enough to see his large, pointed tail aim towards me.

It pierced my skin through my uniform shirt, right on my inner left hip, it felt a large syringe digging into me, the large pump of venom into my system feeling like burning hot acid in my blood, spreading swiftly.

Even when his tight clasp on my throat removes, dropping me to the ground coughing and clutching my side, I can’t suck in any breath like I though I would, my throat is thick, too thick to breathe.

My vision is waning, black spots growing and combing with one another, the sounds of heavy footsteps trotting away sounds muffled, cotton balls filling my head and making my senses go murky.

I can’t get up off the ground, the blackness dances around me, not quite consuming me yet, but god did I want it too, my side hurt so much, pure acidic lava spreading throughout my body, my left hip the hottest point.

I could’ve been lying there for hours, it felt like, time seemed to slow down, but the last thing I registered before the cool shadows finally give me relief is the feeling of slim arms around my numb body.

[RAZI’S POV]

I rush down the street, Mackenzie had called me frantically, saying that the sheriffs office was destroyed and Jonas had somehow escaped, I felt bad for her, and worried over Jonas, but I was mostly afraid of what happened to my partner.

I can see the door flown off its hinges immediately, I peeked inside and saw Mackenzie and Diego crouched inside the cell, “What’s happening? Is everyone alright, where’s [….]?”

I see their faces, and when they turn fully towards me the splatter of blood comes into view, and I feel my breath hitch, it can’t, they can’t, maybe it’s Jonas? I felt guilt pull at my chest slightly but god I hoped it was.

“Razi.. they.. we can’t find their body, but-“

Pain laced through my muscles, grief shattering my heart like a hammer to a vase, I felt tears building in my eyes, but something pulls at me that stops the flood from releasing, “Y-You didn’t find their body? Maybe they’re still out there, just taken?”

The thought of my lover being taken didn’t help the anxiety stone sinking my stomach, but if they taken that meant they were alive, and could be found, the blood was old, close enough I could smell it even if I wasn’t a vampire like Diego.

“Well, it’s true they’re body isn’t around, but-“ Diego starts, but I cut him off, it’s a cold comfort, but if they were taken, then we’ll look.

And we’ll look, and I’ll look, and look, until they are found, and safe.

“We have to search for them, they’re still out there, I can feel it.” I couldn’t, I had no idea, but I felt like I was on the verge of cracking open, I loved them so much, and the thought of never seeing their smiling face again made me hurt all over.

Diego and Mackenzie looked sceptical, but I could tell they clinged to the idea as well, “Alright.”

I don’t know how long I’ve been searching, days at least, I know I’ve been neglecting myself, I haven’t taken the time to eat, sleep or shower, it didn’t help how taut my magic got pulled whenever I’d search farther away from the bowling alley.

But that didn’t matter, my lover was waiting for me, they’re somewhere, they ARE, I just have to find them, and slowly, my body started to numb, waves of sadness, of loneliness, guiding my movements, guiding me to stay out later, stay out longer, the days started to blur in a agony laced haze.

JD was hurt when they found out the news, but their pain burned like a torch, and they joined me in my search, looking all throughout town, bringing me to any secret spots they new about, they didn’t always stay up all night with me, but they burned bright enough to light up the areas we looked when the sun set.

Diego and Mackenzie tried when they could,but they had important jobs, and focused their energy on Grace while we searched for her sibling, I wish I didn’t feel this way but I hoped if we found one of the siblings, it’d be my lover.

I swore I felt this pull, in my stomach, above the empty pit that only grew every time we’d look somewhere and their glorious presence was nowhere, something telling me their energy hadn’t been pulled off this earth just yet.

But maybe that’s just the fantasy of a stone cold heart, enough to rival Medusa’s gaze.

[YOUR POV]

“Our lady kept a keen eye on you for quite a some time, my child, that’s why we have migrated towards thy’s home.”

I’ve fallen ass first onto the grassy ground, the white old fashioned dress staining with dirt, the woman that looks down at me with old, wise brown eyes, her long brown curls complimenting them well, pulled into a older hairstyle, braided and littered with accessories.

“Who the hell are you?!” I grope at my left hip, the stinging was mysteriously gone, I’d woken up on the white marble table with aching hip muscles, but when the woman reached over, brushing a hand in it, with a flash of golden light, it evaporated, “What did you do?!”

“Ήρεμα, ήρεμα, we are not here to harm thy.” Her voice was soft, her hands held out like she was calming a cornered animal, but the sight of her hands made the golden light flash through my mind, and I scurried back further, “We?!”

“You ‘shall meet thee later, it will remain just us for this time together, my dear, now, please take some inhales, you appear to be hyperventilating.” I realise I am taking swift, shallow breaths at a alarming rate, but I can’t stop, I hold out my hands, they’re warm and sweaty, and when I see them the same golden light I’d seen on the strangers curls around it.

My whole body feels strange, hot and tingly, but only internally, something surges inside me when my anxiety does, I let out a small shout and thrust my hands away from myself, like they just burnt me, and it felt like they did.

The wisps of golden light slither onto my palm swiftly, and the lines join together, shooting out in a destructive wave of light, majestic and deadly, it lands on the marble table, blowing it to mear scraps, and towards the woman.

Something like a sheet of sunlight appears at her feet, made from the fabric of her white dress, similar to mine, it throws itself upward until it’s engulfed her body, and she disappears before meeting a marbled fate.

Then she’s in-front of me, gripping my wrists firm but not painful, “What did you do to me?! Who, are, you?!” I feel tears stinging at the corner of my eyes, frustration and anxiety building up behind them in watery waves.

“I am Medea, my child, and our lady Hecate has decided to spare thy life, and grant you the power of the priestess.”

After the whole finding out about the supernatural thing, kissing my incredibly cute boss, and the general bullshit I’ve been through in these past few months I didn’t think much would faze me anymore, I thought I’d pretty much expect anything else.

But what I did not expect is sitting next to a lake, hanging around with a bunch of naked, bathing priestess’s of Hecate, goddess of witchcraft.

There’s four women in the lake, one of them, the small blonde haired girl who looked no older than nineteen, but wore her hair in the style of a women from the 1840’s had put her hand in the murky water, and steam started rising from it until all the murk was cleansed, turning it into a makeshift hot spring of sorts, and they weren’t shy to ditch their old, white Greek priestess dresses to bathe, even with me watching.

Medea, why does that name sound so familiar, sat out, joining me on the patch of grass closest the the steaming lake, she watches the rest of the women fondly, her eyes matured and worn.

“Why did He- I mean, your lady, save me?” The words slip out before I realised it, it’s been circling my mind ever since I calmed down the slightest bit, I curled further into myself, hugging my knees to my chest, Medea didn’t seem annoyed.

“our lady does what she pleases, but she doesn’t usually without reason, are you familiar with the tale of Persephone and Demeter?” It seemed like a odd question, but I was vaguely familiar, I remembered reading about it in high school, “Yeah, Persephone got kidnapped and married to that underworld dude, uh, Demeter got really upset and started searching for her so the plants stopped growing?”

It was a butchered summary, and Medea grimaced a bit, “Ah yes, well, slightly, and please refrain from calling lord Hades the ‘underworld duu-ood’ I can feel it displeases him.” The way she tried to pronounce the modern term made me crack a small smile.

“Well, when Lady Demeter heard her daughter’s cry, she searched, and before stopping to Lord Helios, who explained that she’d been taken by Lord Hades, she spoke with our Lady, who told her that she’d overheard Zeus permit the kidnapping.” I felt myself bristle at that slightly, who’d do something like that, and to their own daughter?

“Well, she aided Lady Demeter in search for her lost daughter, using her ever burning torch to guide her way.” Medea looked out at the lake, her eyes glazed over slightly and she told the tale, “And when the deal about where Lady Persephone would stay was solidified, The pillars of Hecataea were created at the underworld’s gate, said to ward off evil spirits and protect Persephone.”

I remained silent, and so did Medea for a long moment, before she blinked the bleariness from her brown eyes, looking at me deeply, “You’ve lost a woman close to you,” my heart throbbed as Grace flashed through my mind, “Lady Hecate will aid in your search, as she did for Lady Demeter so long ago.”

My heart felt heavy, mostly with grief at the thought of my lady Persephone, taken from me, and possible somewhere as grim as the underworld, but underneath it was a slim of gratitude.

I was the weakest link, I knew that, Havenfall’s finest knew it, I didn’t have any powers, I couldn’t help much in the search for Grace, but as golden slivers gathered in my hands, the warmth inside of me that I swear I could just reach out and touch, maybe theirs something I can do now.

I let out a dry, humourless laugh, “Technically i’m missing now too.” then it sinks in, i’ve been gone for at least a few days now, between my freakouts and practise controlling my new powers, i’d completely forgotten about Havenfall, and Razi.

“Fuck! I need to go, now!” I stand up abruptly, and Medea stands with me, her brows knitted in confusion, “What is it, is thee in danger?” She clenched her fists, ready to defend me, she’s shown protective tendencies.

“Razi is probably freaking out, how long have I been gone? I need to get back to the bowling alley right now!” Medea relaxes some, realising i’m not about to be slaughtered, “Who is thy referring too?”

“My boyfriend.” Something I haven’t seen before crosses Medea’s face, “Ah, I remember when I had a ‘boyfriend’, to be young and in love, perhaps Hera hasn’t had her fill of priestesses yet.” Her tone is bitter, resentment curling in her brown irises, gold spreading throughout them.

I hesitate for a second, and perhaps a second too long because I hear one of the women shout, a disgusted yell, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

If you’ve never seen a young, naked and wet women rise from a steaming lake, murder in her eyes as she stares down a peeping tom who’s turned as white as a sheet, golden light buzzing up her arm, have you even lived?

It’s the youngest priestess, taken in not long before me, her skin was dark, beautiful caramel skin with black box braids, and the most gorgeous emerald eyes i’ve ever seen, a cold smirk takes over her pretty features.

“This is oddly familiar, didn’t this happen with lady Artemis and her nymphs?” Her tone indicates she’s speaking to the equally disgusted, and agreeing priestesses in the water, sunk down to avoid his peeking eyes, “What did she turn that fowl little boy into, a stag was it? Yeah, it was a stag.”

Something shifted in her golden glow, intent making it more forceful, more sure, “I think I’ll take a page out of her book.“ Medea stood up, ready to stop the woman from her spell, she was super cool but didn’t have the best grip on her powers, and transfiguration was apparently super difficult.

“Wasn’t it a Minotaur? And he hunted his hounds?” I hear one whisper to another, and the other shook her head, “No it was a Stag, and the hounds hunted him.“ but the damage of her small mistake was already done.

“Minotaur?” The priestess repeated, and then the golden light shot out of her hand, in a similar fashion to mine.

We all watched in horror as the man grew, horns splitting his scalp, and he groaned and shouted in pain, the noises becoming a low growl as he took form, not a harmless Stag but a raging Minotaur.

This was very not good.

[RAZI’S POV]

He hears gets alerted about supernatural activity in the lake

Sees mc there being all cool and baddass

I’ve just finished looking through another cornfield, coming up empty, not even a single trace of them, my eyes sting, I’m ready to cry again, frustration and grief built up behind tired eyes, when my phone rings.

Irritation flares gently in me, I’m not usually so quick to snappish feelings, but with how tired I’ve been, my mood shifts dramatically, I see Diego’s name and immediately pickup, hoping maybe he’d had more luck and found something.

“Razi! There’s a situation by the lake, I’m in the car with Mackenzie right now, and JD is already on their way, hurry!” And then the line cuts off, Diego sounded rushed, and slightly panicked, although half my brain wanted to let them handle it and continue my search, if Diego was starting to lose his cool something big must be happening, and I couldn’t bear to have something happen to my friends in a time like this.

I shift, letting the waves of blue smog wash over my skin, the cool afternoon air brushing against my bared skin, there’s nobody around, the lazy Sunday keeping everyone in their homes, so I shoot off the ground and towards the.. steaming lake?

I wouldn’t have been called if it wasn’t a supernatural threat, I know that, but from what I expected, a Minotaur wasn’t it.

The others were already there, but they were staring at something, and when I looked to see what it is, dreading something awful, I saw them.

My heart lifted, the tired plummet into darkness finally giving away to the wash of relief, there my lover stood, they’re hands outstretched, the golden, shining glow similar to the warm sunlight that overtakes the darkness that’s been plaguing me ever since they’ve been gone.

They haven’t noticed me yet, them and five other women focused on the Minotaur, and despite feeling like I could combust from relief and joy, I have to focus on the monster as well, as it starts to swipe at the dirt with his foot, huffing loudly through its snout.

“Let him charge! We can tire him out!” A curly, brown haired woman called out, I didn’t know her, but the pure power of her voice was unmistakable, she was in charge, and she knew what she was doing.

My own magic sparks at my fingertips and I step up next to my lover, unable to keep my eyes off them, they caught sight of me right away and the pure, unfiltered happiness in their eyes spoke more than words ever could, and I allow my own relief, love, awe, happiness spill into my gaze.

The search was finally over.

BONUS:

I sat in the bowling alley, bored out of my mind, it seems I’m either fighting a raging monster for my life or ready to join Lord Hades in the underworld for something to do.

Diego had popped in for a drink, and I had to hold back bile while pouring his drink, but he left a few minutes ago, and Razi was upstairs, which was surprising, he hasn’t left me alone since I’ve been back.

Suddenly, the bell chimes, and I turn to greet the customer, “Hello, welcome to Havenfall’s bowling alley.” I give her the stock greeting, the woman in question is quite beautiful, majestic and elegant in a way that hints she’s older than she looks, despite her perfect pale skin.

Her hair is long and black, braided and weaved like a tapestry, her eyes burned like embers, the hot amber reminding me of a bonfire, and her teeth was framed by dark red lipstick when she smiled at me.

“Hello there, my dear, I’m just stopping in to look around.” Her voice is smooth, briefly reminding me of the glistening of JD’s persuasion, with a maternal feel to it.

“Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” I think I’d remember someone like her, she seems to burn into your memory, “I’m just passing through, like the look of the place.” She walks towards the bar, sitting down on the bar with a grace I’ve never seen before.

She smiles at me again, knowingly, like she’s in on something I’m not, “So, my child, how are you doing?” When she’s closer, I can really take her in, power rolls off her in waves, confidence in her movements, she knows she’s in control.

I sputter for a second, though I’m not sure why, “I’m alright, how-how about you?” Her toothy smile closes until it’s just her lips quirked up, “I’m quite fine, you know—“

The sound of footsteps against the stairs makes me perk up slightly, Razi’s heavy weight against the fragile wood, but it seems to make the lady wilt slightly, she removes herself from the stool, “My apologies, but I must get going now.”

I frown softly, concerned, she seemed ready for a full conversation, “Alright well, have a good day.” She flashes me that grin again before turning and leaving the bowling alley, the strength of her energy lingering in the air.

Razi finally emerges from the staircase, his mouth opened to say something, but he freezes in place, a startled question falling from his mouth when he catches whiff of what’s in the air.

“Who— no, what was just in here?!”

HAVENFALL MC:

Bruv, the idea of you and mc dating.. getting attacked by the supernatural and you getting turned and MC being all supportive and confused got me like 🥺

Also sexy siren reader yesss

[YOUR POV]

I pulled up to the bowling alley, parking my car and rolling down the window, revelling in the way my girlfriends face lit up when she saw me.

We’ve both been pretty stressed lately, for various reasons, but with my girlfriend she’s recently had to let her little sister go to college, and with the diner pay check removed she’s had to pull double shift to afford rent and would rather die than accept my help, not that I had loads of bank myself, we often griped about being poor together, needing rich sugar daddies to buy us things.

She tried to hide her exhaustion, but the dark circles under her eyes fought mercilessly against her concealer, her shoulders slumping whenever she thought nobody was looking, I can’t say I’ve been better, my own problems causing similar affects, but it was potent that we needed a day off, and I had to perfect thing organised.

I texted her earlier saying I had a surprise, then rushed to make a bunch of sandwiches, snacks and drinks for the old unused picnic basket shoved in the back of my supply closet.

“Hey, sweetheart!” I called out to her as she jogged towards me, a quick goodbye thrown Razi’s way.

She hops into the passenger seat, “Hey yourself, babe.” she smiles, though I can see the her worn expression, just because the bowling alley didn’t get many customers didn’t mean it wasn’t a lot of work, and our sleep schedules weren’t the best, so I lean over and give her a kiss, hoping to ease some of the tension.

She flushes, slightly stunned as I pulled away, we’ve been dating for a year now, friends since high school, and she still hadn’t gotten used to my casual ministrations of affection.

It was something I despised about this town, the way they treated my girlfriend over the unfortunate deaths in her family history just wasn’t fair, I wanted everyone to see how amazing she was, but instead she was ostracised from her own home and i’m ready to punch the next person who stares in judgement.

“So,” her voice is slightly higher than normal, and she turns away from me to hide the flush in her cheeks, “What’s this amazing surprise you’ve come with?”

I chuck her a wink, “You’ll see.” I start my engine and pull out, zooming down the road and towards the destination in mind, the murky lake isn’t the most romantic spot, but I know my girlfriend holds it dear, many memories with her family made there.

She missed Grace more than she’d admit, and I just hoped this would make her happy with nostalgia and not upset at the absence of her sister.

The small gasp of delight when I pulled out the picnic basket spoke volumes, “That’s right, sweetheart, your three favourite things.” I turned to smile at her before taking out the checkered blanket, “Food and something interesting to do in Havenfall.”

I spread out the blanket, “What’s the third thing?“ I smirk before plopping down and laying on my side, my head propped up on my arm, “Me, of course.”

She laughs, and the sound fills the air like a melody, it’s been too long since I’ve heard a light laugh slip from her lips, before the sound simmers down into a teasing smirk.

“What makes you think you’re my favourite person?” She scoots down next to me, leaning over to grin mischievously at me, I feign hurt shock, laying my hand theatrically against my forehead, “What?! Are you saying there’s someone else? Preposterous!”

I fall back dramatically until I’m laying down, she chuckles and leans down, giving me a kiss to make up for it, “That depends,” she raises her eyebrows, “Did you bring pepperoni pickle sandwiches?”

“Of course, who do you think I am?” “I love you so much.”

I open my mouth, another teasing comment on my lips when a the sound of giggling reaches our ears, we both sit up simultaneously.

There’s three women in the water, giggling to each other while watching us, maybe it’s the distance, but something looks off about them, their beautiful golden locks a little too shiny, the ocean blue eyes wider than I’ve ever seen on another person, their skin dry despite being submerged in water.

“Uh, hey there!” I call out, a little confused, the lake was murkier than usual today, something off with the water, and I didn’t know how anybody could stand being in there.

The giggling got louder when they realised we noticed them, my girlfriend was silent, and when I glanced over at her, something was strange, her eyes were glazed over slightly, transfixed on the women.

The soft humming that came from them made my eye drag away from my lover, they were harmonising together, lounging against rocks that were submerged, but not far from the surface.

It was a nice melody, holding a sort of echoed affect, I wasn’t quite sure how they managed it with their vocal chords alone but I could never afford super fancy singing lessons, so maybe it was a trick.

The oldest one, started to sing, her voice was light and entrancing, unlike anything I’ve heard before even on the radio, her arms lifted from the lake and was held out towards us, like she was beckoning us in the water with her.

The other two started to sing, the force of their booming voices seeming to echo all around us, and in my head, I felt my girlfriend stand up next to me, and I turned my head to look at her.

Something was very, very wrong, her startlingly blue eyes were glazed over until they were almost grey, her lips parted softly with a lost look on her face, then she started to move forward, almost tripping over her own feet.

I’ve always trusted my gut, it’s never led me astray, so when my stomach shifts and twists nauseatingly, I spring to my feet, and grab firmly onto my girl’s arm, trying to not hurt her.

She lets out a soft wail, struggling as hard as she can and I almost get dragged with her and she starts to move towards the lake, “Sweetheart, stop!” I call out, trying to be heard over the woman’s song.

The noise cuts off with ragged gasps by the women, and I can feel their piercing eyes on me, and as if a spell was lifted, my lover returns to herself, she blinks rapidly and shakes herself slightly, as if waking up, “b..babe?”

I grab her wrist, turning around and tugging her with me as I sprint in the other direction, leaving the picnic supplies behind, I don’t know what is was, but something was off, and we needed to leave, now.

The sound of water splashing violently, made me turn my head, the women all stood, apparently buck ass naked this entire time, and started stomping after us, murder in their eyes and clenched teeth.

We rush to our car, and the sound of footsteps pounding against the grassy floor, and I violently yank open the door, but before I can jump inside, my girlfriend in tow, a hand roughly grabs my wrist.

Slim arms yank me backwards, way too strong for such a small, dainty body, and I let go of my girlfriends hand before she can get pulled with me, I saw blue scales glistening in the sunlight.

The women grip me, yanking me backwards and towards the lake, “GET IN THE CAR, NOW!” I call after my girlfriend, but she was always the stubborn type, she chased after us, trying desperately to latch onto my outstretched hand.

The lake is closer, the murky water inches from my ankles, my girlfriend latches onto my arm, trying to pull me away, but with a rough yank she’s pulled onto her knees and forced to let go of my wrist.

I get dragged underwater, the finally thing I hear is my lover shouting my name.

[MC’S POV]

They’re gone, they’re gone and I can’t have anything.

I sat at the lake for hours, searching wherever I could, even trying to swim in, but the current turned strange, pushing me backwards.

Eventually, the sun went down and I went in their car, I’d ring the sheriffs office in the morning, but for now, I just sat in the drivers seat, my hands hovering over the wheel.

I never let myself cry, I didn’t cry at my grandmas funeral, I didn’t cry when Grace went to college, but this time, the tears won, I leaned forward and rested my head against the wheel, small sniffling noises escaping my clenched teeth as tears dripped onto my lap.

Everyone I love dies, everyone I love leaves me, I though this would be different, I though the love that reignited the fire in my heart would keep them alive, but they died and this was my fault.

A choked noise escapes my throat, I failed to save them, they were right there and I just, let them go.

The three women fill my mind, and I shiver slightly at the memory of their voices, my brain felt like it was full of cotton balls, their song the centre of the earth, sucking in everything around them like a black hole, those glistening scales, those inhumanly wide eyes, pupils shot small.

I didn’t want to believe it, but those things didn’t look human, I don’t know what the hell I’m even implying they are, clearly not.. fish.

I wipe my eyes with the hilt of my palm, reaching over to turn the ignition key, I wanted to go home, I wanted to curl up on my couch, but I also didn’t,

Because they wouldn’t be there with me.

[YOUR POV]

I sucked in the last breath I could before I got submerged, rough hands scratching at my skin as they pull me down.

My lungs are full of air, and I kick wildly at the one gripping my ankle, they drag me further in, a feral growl muted by the water pressure, my chest is starting to tighten, and I release the breath from my lungs.

Blood starts to float in the water when inhumanely sharp nails cut marks onto my leg, panic makes me flail, trying to rip myself away from the women.

Black spots dance along my vision, I try to keep from gasping in the water the best I can, the lack of oxygen making me feel lightheaded, the adrenaline losing its affect with every passing second.

My mouth opens in a soundless scream when my feet brush the sand on the bottom of the lake, water filling my lungs when the oldest women grips me hard, the other two starting to sing while circling me.

It vibrates throughout the water, surrounding me as my body fills with the salt water of the lake, heavy inside me, and the black spots swallow one another, until it covers my eyes whole.

I stop flailing, the song pounding in my head long after I pass out.

Everything feels so cold, my throat hurts, I each up to brush my hand against it, something airy brushing against my arm when I move it, and I squint open my eyes,

The diluted moon is above me, blued by the water — water, I’m in the water.

My mouth opens in a gasp, salt water sucking inside, but I don’t choke like a expect too, it goes down smooth as air in my throat, and I push off the sandy ground of the lake floor, desperately flailing and swimming to the surface.

I break the surface sucking in a deep breath, I’m on the other side of the lake, and I desperately paddle to the grass, pushing myself up and falling onto my back, staring up at the night sky, panting.

My clothes stick to my skin, my hair wet and messy, but I can’t focus on that, the images of the women flash through my mind, glistening scales, sharp black claws, the sight of a tail swimming over me, the enchanting song echoing in the water.

The word siren comes to mind, but that’s impossible, though my mind can’t let go of the idea, whatever that was, it wasn’t human, and I don’t know what it’s suppose to be instead but it isn’t human.

Tears prick at my eyes, mingling with the wetness of my face, rapidly drying under the cool night wind.

I don’t know how I’m still alive, I should be dead, I’m suppose to be dead, but I’m just.. not.

The wind washes away the wetness, making my shiver slightly, and then my skin starts to itch, achingly so, I sit up with a grunt of effort, my muscles exhausted and groaning in protest.

I look at my legs, itching like I have hives, and my breath hitches from the gasping inhales I’ve been taking since I got out of the water, dry grey scales shine in the moonlight, littered against my skin like freckles in groups of three and four.

I scurry away, like I could run from my own legs, and try to stand up, my legs shake really badly, and tears start to stream down my cheeks, a choked sob escaping my throat,

I want my girlfriend, I’m so scared and I just want my sweetheart.

Everything aches, but I run towards the other side of the lake, our picnic still set up, the empty basket knocked over by the wind, it takes twenty minutes to reach the other side, I feel like giving up, sinking back into the water, resting my worn legs that shake like a leaf in the wind.

I see the opening of the road, and my car isn’t there, although I start crying harder, frustration and pain at having to walk all the way to her house, I’m filled with a happy relief that she must have driven away.

My feet are bare, I must’ve lost my shoes at some point, and the concrete is hard against my skin but I carry on, immersing myself in the image of being held by my girlfriend on her couch, reassurances whispered, the scales that litter my skin disappearing with each word.

It takes me an hour and a half to make it her doorstep, the tears drying against my face as numbness settles in, my skin is so dry, so very itchy, and my throat is burning up.

I knock on the door, black sharp claws digging into my palms.

[MC’S POV]

I lay on my couch, the tv blaring something but I’m not paying attention, tissues litter the floor and the coffee table.

I sniffle again, wiping my nose with another tissue plucked from the nearly empty box, my chest aches, like the way it did when grandma died, a black hole in my chest sucking at all my energy like a vampire, leaving me empty.

It’s been two days, I called the sheriff office the morning after, but it went as well as you thought it might.

“Listen, I know it sounds completely unhinged, I don’t even believe it myself,” I speak desperately, I could tell the deputy was about to hang up on me, “But I swear on everything, they just dragged them into the lake, gone!”

“Ma’am,” The deputy sounded tired, clearly he didn’t believe me, “We do not have time for prank calls,” bullshit, what does he even do? Sheriff Hunt pretty much takes care of everything, “Please only call with a real emergency, goodbye.”

Anger simmered inside of me, I know what I saw, I wasn’t crazy, because my partner is gone and I missed them so much, and I’ll have to go back to work soon to pay my rent, but it was so hard when I knew they wouldn’t be picking me up, a smile on their lips.

I could feel my throat tightening, another sob about to bubble over the surface when I heard knock on the door, it was probably Razi, wondering why I haven’t showed up for work without notice.

I get up, trying desperately to push my cry, that was a private activity, and went to the door, nearly having a heart attack when I saw who was on the other side.

It was my partner, their hair was wet, dark circles under their eyes and clothes sticking to their body in a way that would’ve distracted me if the situation wasn’t so dire (okay, it still distracted me anyway, shut up.) and most shocking off all, grey scales were poking out from their skin, their eye whites swallowed by black while their irises are a shocking, glowing grey with minuscule pupils.

But it didn’t matter, I threw myself at them, and their knees buckles, crumbling to the ground with me in tow, long black claws brushing against my back as they clutch me back.

Relief floods me like a wave, pushing out all the repressed tears, I can hear them crying too, making me tear up, “Oh, oh love.” I hear them whisper, and I let out a high pitched, emotional, “I missed you so much.”

They start to shake, “Baby, b-baby, I don’t know what’s happening to me,” their voice is shaky, weak, “Somethings wrong, something- I know it sounds crazy but you can see for yourself.” They pull black.

I stare into their eyes, “Shhh, shh, it’s okay, I don’t know either, but your not crazy, I believe you babe.” The glistening grey is realer than anything, the shrunken pupils focused intently on me.

Their skin feels dry against my hands, cold to the touch, “My throat hurts.. everything is so sore.” They whine softly, their voice sound different, not just in the shaky scared way, it sounds deeper, something alluring, like a sweet smell you’d follow for miles.

“Come lay down baby,” I don’t feel like removing myself from their arms for even a second, but I force myself up, letting them cling to me and pull themselves up, helping them lay down on the couch.

I sit next to their head,brushing the wet locks of their hair out their face, feeling the way their hand holds onto my shirt with a fierce grip, stronger than I’ve ever felt.

“I-I don’t know what’s happening, babe, but I’ll be here the entire time, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

BONUS:

“So uh,” I rolled my eyes as soon as she started, relaxing in the bathtub, my glittering grey tail soaking up the moisture like thirsty SpongeBob in that one episode, “You have a tail now, Are you just going to live in my bathtub forever?”

I shake my head fondly, I’ve explained this a million times, and I’d explain it a million more just for her, “No, I can shift whenever I want, my legs just get uncomfortable after awhile if I don’t.”

She lets out a noise of understanding, and I smirk slightly, my tail spreading back into legs, and I push my knees up so she can see, “You know what would make me feel so much better?” I ask in a sultry tone, the seductive siren voice peeking out slightly.

She gives me a mischievous little smirk back, “what’s that, babe?” She closes her phone, reading my tone and placing it on the sink counter.

“If you joined me in this nice, warm water, I do get so lonely when I swim without you.”

ANTONIO VASQUEZ:

I told you I liked Greek mythology

This super underrated song inspired this:

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[YOUR POV]

“[…], RUN!” Antonio shouted at me, the two young women restraining him, I didn’t want to leave, but if I could make it back to the abandoned house I could get Victor, no matter how much I disliked the guy, he’s what I needed right now.

I turned and took off, the other women screamed after me, quickly lunging to follow, I break out of the thin layer of trees that lead onto the main road, if I can follow it down it should lead me to the house, I just need to not die in the process, simple, right?

Apparently not, I shouted when a sharp metal spear landed a little too close next to me, I stumbled forward slightly but maintained my footing, I could loud noises coming from the forest I’d just emerged from, the sound of fighting, and god, I hope Antonio was winning.

My heart was beating out of control, my breath came in short as I ran down the road, the steady beat of multiple footsteps following closely behind me.

Fuck, you call Zeus a man-whore once and suddenly an Athena cult is after you, echoes throughout my mind, but I knew that wasn’t it, Igor’s been spreading lies to the cult of the war goddess, telling them Medusa’s blood ran through my veins, and they were determined to please their goddess with a ritual, the details escaped me.

The leader, Altima, was one of the cultist that pursued me, she was dangerous, that much was obvious, and she was flanked by four others cultists, “STOP, SNAKE!” She called out, her voice booming down the empty street.

The old house came into view, and I’ve never been happier to see the old crusty wood, my hands reach out, a call on my lips before heavy weight hits my back.

Altima threw herself at me, even just the moment is enough time for the others to catch up, I feel hands on my wrists and ankles, I thrash wildly, panic making my limbs jerk violently, but it’s nothing compared to the inhuman strength of the cultists holding me down.

Altima’s stone cold gaze settles on me, the despise in them making me flinch, “Now, snake,” her bitter town is loud, her voice commanding, “You’re becoming what you were always destined to be, don’t fight it.”

Tears prick at my eyes, these people are fucking insane, I feel like I could vomit, fear seizing my entire body in a instinctual panic that makes me jerk wildly, trying to desperately to escape, if I could just get to the house—

Her voice continues, Greek slipping from her mouth so naturally, she’s clearly no beginner learner.

“Αίμα, φίδια, πέτρα.”

Everything hurts, my body’s aches to my bones from exhaustion, but I struggle against their iron grips, the hard concrete scratching at my backside and neck.

“Αιχμάλωτος του Ποσειδώνα, κατάρα της Αθηνάς.”

Tears start to stream down my cheeks, I didn’t want to look weak, but terror grips my very soul, oh god, this was it, this is how I died, I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Grace, or Antonio.

“Το παλιό αίμα εξαπλώνεται στο νέο.”

I start to feel dizzy, like I’ve lost a lot of blood, but I’m not bleeding anywhere aside from the shallow cuts from the gravelly concrete, her words sound like they’re repeated twice, echoing in my head.

“Το παρελθόν κατάρα, αιχμαλωτίστε τη μορφή σας.”

Black spots dance around my vision, merging with each other until my gaze teeters on losing itself, my body feels so cold, tingling slightly, my eyes hurt, my mouth feels dry.

I feel so tired, I should just close my eyes, i’m so cold, my skin feels so dry, I wish I had water, but I’m too tired to go downstairs and get a glass.

[ANTONIO’S POV]

The bodies of the cultists slam against the floor, their skin pale as the last drops of their blood leak from the bites on their neck, some dripping down my chin from my mouth.

That doesn’t matter, protective anger kindles inside of me and I bare my fangs, rushing at a inhuman pace, following their scent down the road.

Adrenaline makes my thoughts rushed, Igor had been spreading rumours to the cult of Athena about my cíelo holding the blood of Medusa, but we didn’t know why yet, or how he got in contact with the cult.

The scent of blood hits my nose, but not any blood, the intoxicating blood of my love, and I exhale in anxiety, fear under the guise of anger, my fury making me grit my teeth violently.

I see the red against the road, the dark splatter of blood barely visible against the black concrete, even more concealed with the night sky.

There’s nobody there, no sight of the five cultists that chased them, but there’s also no sign of mi vida.

Just the smell and sight of their blood.

Anger, liquid and smouldering, plunges my heart into darkness, dragging it down into the pits I felt so long ago, the anger towards Diego increased tenfold, tears stung at the corner of my eyes but I squeeze my eyes until they disappear, and my fangs bared in a slow hiss.

I can feel the monster, the curse inside of me scratching at my skin, kept at bay ever since I met them, hidden inside a golden exterior, all for the sake of not scaring them, but I let it rise, the acid fury inside of me spitting violently.

They were gone, they were gone and I wouldn’t stop until the cult was dead.

[YOUR POV]

I was jostled slightly, everything ached, my skin felt so dry, my eyes stung but I forced them to open anyway, wincing slightly at the sharp sunlight that filled them.

Feeling someone’s arms underneath me, I lifted my head slightly and tensed, I saw one of the younger cultists, she hadn’t noticed me being conscious yet, and I thanked whatever gods were out there, not Athena, though.

I tilted my head slightly, looking around, the other four were in the front, Altima leading of course, and around me was thick, thick forest, I recognised the trail, it lead towards the murky lake.

The earlier fear tried to grip me again, pull me under until i hyperventilated, I just wanted to curl up and panic but I pushed it down, that wouldn’t help me right now.

Although my muscles ached, something coursed through them, something cold but strong, the sort of ache of a post-workout, I felt powerful, that feeling keeping my instinctual panic from rising.

Something bubbled under the surface, like a boiling, leaking pot.

That feeling led me, making me violently wrench myself from the cultist grip, stunning all of them, my mouth opened, something heavy weighing in my teeth, and a feral hiss ripped itself from my throat.

Spears were immediately pulled, and the beat of my heart, the adrenaline made me flinch into action, I grabbed the closest spear at lightning speed, kicking the cultist woman in the chest and sending her careening into another.

One charged me, and I slammed the spear in my hand against hers until it flew from her grip, then I lifted it up and slammed it against her skull, her body hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Altima gasped, then strikes me, I move away a moment too late, the sharp metal creating a long cut against my arm, though part of me appreciated the liquid dripping onto my dry skin.

I make a move with my own spear, but she’s quick enough to slam her own into mine, there’s no way I could beat her in a spear-to-spear fight, years of training evident in her technique, the way she moves likes a extension of her own body.

That pot inside of me boils promisingly, I reach for it, grasp at the burning edges, my icy fingers cold enough to not melt against the metal, my eyes ache, hard in a way they’ve never been before.

They shift slightly, throbbing in pain, feeling like they’re about to bleed, and I look at Altima, she gasps again, and stumbles backwards, her eyes never leaving mine, the her legs stop suddenly.

She goes unnaturally still, her body freezing like a ice sculpture, her chest stops moving, before grey stone moods around her skin, spreading up her legs and ending by submerging her head.

I choke back a gasp, my fingers ripping away from the boiling pot, the hard throb of my eyes releasing until a dull ache is all that remains.

Altimas terrified expression is frozen looking at me, devoid of colour aside from the same stony grey, the sun passes behind me, casting my shadow against where she’s stumbled.

Snakes writhe and snap where my hair should be, their fangs bared in a venomous hiss, mirroring my own, and I stumble away.

The lake is so close, I rush over, the rocks and loose twigs digging into my bare feet, I crumble to my knees and look into the water.

My hair isn’t made of snakes, wild with strands loose everywhere, my eyes are green with flecks of yellow in them, my pupils black slits, my skin is pale and littered with green scales.

The I hear Antonio’s voice.

[ANTONIO’S POV]

I rush throughout the forest, it’s been hours, the sun has already risen and started casting blinding light against the trees.

My hands ball into fists, my eyes flowing with unbridled rage, I could smell the cultists, could smell their confidence and false sense of security, and a small growl rises in my chest.

It felt like ice consumed my body, cold and hard and unbreakable, a shield to hide the aching, hurt core of my lover being ripped from my grasp, I’ve already lost so much, and I lost them too.

And the cultist will pay for taking mi salvadora from me.

The smell of blood hits my nose, unfamiliar, and I turn sharply, it wafts in from my left, and without a moment to spare I rush in that direction, the sound of grunts and fighting getting progressively louder.

Another scent hits my nose, making me inhale even sharper, not only out of shock, but to suck in the smell I though I would never again, the blood that haunts me, the blood that puts every other to shame, making anything else bitter and tasteless.

My legs carry me as fast as a can, the sound of a high pitched gasp following silence, and when I push through a dense spot of dress, the sight that greets me makes me pause slightly.

Altima, frozen in stone, her expression petrified into a teary look of fear, something I never thought I’d see on the woman’s face, her statue dead silent, especially compared to the loud shouts she always admitted.

Then I turn, and the sight of my lover, crouched over and staring into the water makes warmth blossom in my chest, the ice melting against the smouldering love spreading throughout me, burning the pain to a crisp, they’re here, and I haven’t lost them.

I rush to them, they turn to look at me, they’re eyes a bright green, black slits looking at me vulnerably, the slow simmer of anger flares slightly, but I push it back, glad for their safety.

“Oh, mi cielo..” they crawl into my open arms when I crouch down next to them, “Antonio.. look what they did to me..” tears make their voice higher, and they cling to me like they thought they lost me as well.

Their hair brushes against my face, messy wisps moving like their alive, and when I prop my head on their shoulder, I can see the reflection, green scales littering their skin, it stunned me, but I couldn’t focus on that right now, not when they gripped my arms ferociously, pressing against me as hard as they can.

“It’s alright, love, they can’t hurt you anymore, I’ll make sure of it.”

BONUS:

I let out a wild hiss, Antonio smirk like a asshole, and I’d punch his face in with my new-found strength if he wasn’t holding a bottle of open vinegar.

I never liked the smell of vinegar, who does, but it was never like this, something about it just made me flinch away, as if it would burn me on contact.

“What’s wrong, cielo?” His smirk turns into a self-satisfied grin, “Why can’t I have a kiss?”

The snakes in my shadow flare, twisting violently, the one buried deep inside me stirring in panic, and Antonio clearly thought that was peak comedy, the bastard.

Where’s that garlic again?

VANESSA HELSING:

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[YOUR POV]

I’m currently on a mission to spy on a bunch of harpy women.

They’d shown up to Havenfall with no word or explanation, hanging around Lovers Lane, we were just planning on leaving them alone until Vanessa caught wind that they were planning something.

Something big.

I lean a little further, trying to catch a closer look, Vanessa lingers behind me, her whip drawn and pulled taut.

The bird women are perched onto low branches, chatting amongst themselves, completely unaware of our presence, and judging by the way Vanessa stressed how important stealth was, that was intended.

The women were surprisingly beautiful, not like those hideous images i’ve seen on google, their feathery wings were tucked underneath their arms, surprisingly not connected to their arms, their hands still fleshy with sharp black claws, feathers littered over their bodies like a dress.

They were also buck ass naked, which y’know, is interesting,

I step forward slightly, trying to get a even better look, but the sound of a twig snapping under my feet rings throughout the silent forest, and their heads snap in my direction.

I hear Vanessa mouthing a curse to match my own, and I turn, ready to take off, but with a loud screech the wind before me blows into my back before claw hands wrap around my arms, and the floor slips from my feet.

I’m up in the air, and the last thing I hear is Vanessa’s scream, her whip cracking uselessly in the air.

[VANESSA’S POV]

I shout after my partner, watching as the women flies off with them, the other two following shortly after.

Quickly taking off, I watch them soar over the sky, I push myself to my very limit, panic making me blanch, I can’t let her get away with them in her arms!

I follow them for as long as I can, long enough that even I start breathing hard, my lungs burning, my legs begging for a break, but the sight of them struggling against her claws makes me push through it.

The lakes coming into view, and they continue to soar right over it, but I can’t make it across that easily, and running around it would take too much time.

My heart sinks pain lacing me through when I lose their sight, and finally slow to a stop, breathing hard, tears sting at me eyes, my lower lip wobbling slightly as I sniff.

My hand tightens around my whip, I can’t give up yet, I use my other hand to wipe at my eyes.

The hunt is on.

[YOUR POV]

“Ohhh, we got a pretty one!”

“It’d be a shame to waste such a pretty face.”

“They’d look gorgeous with some feathers, don’t you think?”

The women chat amongst themselves, we’ve been flying for hours, and consciousness is starting to slip from me, the sun was rapidly setting over the horizon, I didn’t know where we were going.

Fields stretched underneath us, never ending, interrupted by the odd barn surrounded by animals, usually horses, sometimes cows.

I wasn’t proud to admit it, but my struggling had ceased hours ago, exhaustion making my body ache, the rough grab of the woman’s claw-hands fading into a dull sting as it dug into my skin.

“Aw, darling, don’t fall asleep just yet, we’re almost there.” I got jostled a bit, and my eyes snap open, not even realising that I closed them, and I grumbled slightly, “Where are you taking me!?”

I hear their shrill laughter, and I wince slightly, wishing I could cover my ears, my arms are sore, stuck in their position for hours now.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, you’ll see when we get there.”

My eyes flutter open when my back presses against stone, I don’t remember falling asleep, but what matters is the pounding headache in my skull, and I groan, the sound followed by a familiar screeching laughter.

I jerk to full attention, and see the yellow eyes of the harpy woman staring down at me, “Hello darling, how are you feeling?” She purrs the words, sounding incredibly pleased with herself.

“Pretty shit right about now, why do you care?” I hiss the words, my voice has a grumble to it i’ve never heard before, way past morning rasp, I try to sit up but something binds me back to the table.

She lets out a pleased shriek, “Ah, it’s working! Lovely!” She smiles, baring her fangs.

It makes me shiver back, and she tuts her tongue condescendingly, “You haven’t changed your appearance yet, lovely, but don’t worry, it won’t be like that forever.” She finally removes herself from my lap, and before my eyes her wings and feathers fold into herself, and I look away before her more risqué parts got exposed.

“Wait, change my appearance? What do you mean?” I call out, and she walks away with a laugh.

Well that doesn’t sound good.

I groan in pain, the sound rough on my dry throat, my wings spreading their final feathers, and when it finally sprouts, sweat beads down my forehead.

Everything has been changing for days now, feathers sprouting out of my skin, my eyes turning a bright golden, the white of my eyes blacking out, the women haven’t returned, and part of my is glad for that.

My muscles are tense, power thrumming under the surface, I’ve been tugging on the iron restraints for days, and I can feel them becoming looser with every pull, my wrists are raw and ache.

My wings flap, I need to go, I need to fly, I’ve never felt this craving before, I have to go, I pull against the restraints, and they creak, the nails on their hinges finally lifting off and falling onto the ground.

I don’t waste time, I fall onto the ground, my wings flapping rapidly, I’m so hungry, so thirsty, but I have to go now, I need the wind against me, consuming me and making me feel weightless.

It makes a minute, but I finally push off the ground, I stumble in the air, falling and catching myself, but I’m in the air, and the itchy, restrained feeling finally giving away to a sweet release.

[VANESSA’S POV]

I grit my teeth, the woman who took my partner presses against the tree, growling in pain, desperately flapping her wings to try and escape.

I’ve already taken care of the other two, hunting them for days, I’m so tired but I need to preserve, so my lover can rest, “Stop! Listen, your partners still alive, all right?!” She shrieks out, and I hate how that makes me pause.

Hope kindles in my chest, “What?” But that was a mistake, she flung herself at me, her claws outstretched in attack.

I gasp, flinging my whip at her, but she grabs it mid-air, and her hand making a swipe at my face, but when I brace myself for pain, she gets pushed to the side, my whip falling to the ground.

I turn swiftly, and everything stops around me when I see my partner, they’ve tackled the woman to the floor, swiping at her face.

It feels like time slows down, but my instincts kick in, my training, and I rush at her, fighting with my partner.

Even during the fight, my eyes always get drawn back to them, and tears sting at the corner of my eyes, but this time of relief, I felt like I failed them, but they’re here, and I didn’t fail them.

They’re here and fighting by my side, as they should.

BONUS:

I wrap my wings around her, as she clutches me crying, “I missed you so much.” Vanessa nuzzle into me.

We’re snuggling in her van, the adrenaline had stopped her from running to me, holding me in her arms, but we’re finally alone together, safe, and the floodgates open, “I missed you too, Van.”

We’re shirtless, and she buries her face in my feathery chest, her soft skin pressing against all the parts of mine that aren’t covered in feathers.

After days apart, we’ve finally re-connected.

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Hello, dears! Here's part 2 to the Vampire Helena AU I'm writing for @loveinthekeyofx! It's a Love and Legends/Havenfall is for Lovers crossover! I do hope some of you will enjoy it ❤️ it is quite lengthy (just under 7k words), so part of it will be under a cut! - Mod Runa

TW: Discussions of insecurities, References to trauma, Body image issues.

You chuckled as yet another tiny spark of fire flew by your head and turned into smoke right before hitting the mirror, making Morgan sigh in frustration as her hand flinched. Smudging an otherwise perfect line of eyeliner.

"Jordan, I swear to everyone that isn't your Father. If you do that ONE more time!"

JD let out the most dramatic groan you had ever heard in your life and slinked a little further off their bed.

"But I'm so booooored. And you won't let me help with anything!"

You could see the reflection of their upside pout in the vanity, which only made you laugh harder. Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"If you recall.. I gave you one very important job to do, JD.. the outfit. You're the one who decided to come up in here with a black leather bodysuit!"

JD smirked. "I stand by my decision. That bodysuit was fucking hot."

Morgan shook her head, turning her focus back to doing your make-up.

"Do you see what I have to put up with, Frances?"

"Pfft! You love me." JD replied with a wide, charismatic grin.

"They've got you there, Morgan." You chuckled.

"Ohh no.. don't you dare feed into them!"

You laughed before giving JD a tiny wink in the mirror. The last few months in Havenfall had probably been your most interesting thus far. Even without Helena coming into your life, finding out that not only were "monsters" real, but that you'd been living amongst them since you'd moved to the small town was almost too much to process at first. You could still remember the look of utter horror on Morgan's face when a slightly buzzed JD let their true identity slip.. and then how it grew when they proceeded to out everyone else inside Havenfall's Finest. At first you were convinced it was all a joke. The idea that the local bowling alley was run by a djinn and the town Sheriff was actually a werewolf seemed all too preposterous to even imagine, but the moment JD released their wings and shot a fireball off over the lake you knew they'd been telling the truth.

"The Jersey Devil? As in the Jersey Devil??" You had exclaimed.

"The one and only." They'd replied with a smirk.

To be honest it felt like just yesterday that you'd found out, but also that a part of you'd already known. The sleepy Midwestern town had always seemed to hum with unseen magic.

And now, you knew why.

"Alright! All done."

Morgan sat back in her chair and smiled, placing the tube of mascara back onto JD's dresser.

"I still say you should have gone with the bodysuit."

"Hush, Jordan. She looks great."

You couldn't argue with her there, the woman had done a damn fine job on your make-up. The subtle gold eyeshadow and flipped cat's eye accentuated the green and black top she had picked out perfectly. And your breasts had never been propped up higher in your life. You looked… good.

"I'm not saying she doesn't! But who wouldn't want to see those curves wrapped in leather!"

"I wouldn't." You answered with a laugh.

"Pfft.. you're both crazy. I'm going downstairs to check out the buffet- .. I mean, see if Razi needs any help."

"Please, do not add any of your crazy concoctions to the mix, JD."

The devil turned, giving their partner a faux look of hurt and betrayal.

"But.. you said you liked my pickle and mustard pie!"

"Jordan, please. Remember what we talked about."

They sighed, rolling their eyes. "Fineeeeee."

You chuckled as they stomped their way down the stairs to the bowling alley - the sounds and smells of Havenfall's Finest getting everything together wafting through the now open door.

"I hope you weren't too hard on them, Morgan. It's just Helena and I."

Although, "just Helena and you" couldn't be further from the truth. There was nothing "just" about the gorgeous blonde that had waltzed into your life only a few months prior. And even though the two of you had had your fair share of … Visits? Hangouts? Whatevers? ... you were far more nervous than you would ever let on.

"Listen.. I love them dearly, you know that, but if JD had it their way, that table would be filled with the most abominable culinary creations either of you have ever seen. And I don't want Helena getting scared away by Jordan's horrendous taste in food before any of us have even had a chance of getting to know her."

You put your hands up in surrender, chuckling even harder. "Alright, alright."

"Still.. we should probably make our way downstairs before they get any ideas…"

You snorted. "Good thinking."

***

The sun had just started to set when Helena walked out of the front doors to her apartment building, washing the vast Indiana sky in warm hues of oranges, reds and pinks - a stark contrast to the crisp bite that came with the late Autumn evening air. A soft ping from the blonde's phone and the hushed sounds of a stealthy stride were all that were to be heard as she walked down the otherwise empty street. A subtle smile coming to Helena's lips when she finally stops to check the notification on her phone.

Frances: Of course it is! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine :)

She breathed in a sigh of relief. Even though she knew Frances would be understanding, she still felt a little bad for inviting Vanessa along. Unfortunately the vampire knew it was the best opportunity for the Huntress to be able to meet everybody. To be able to tell her if anyone within Havenfall's inner circle had had anything to do with the coven that turned her. For one thing, the Sorceress' keen senses gave her the gnawing feeling that pretty much everyone who had connection with that bowling alley was likely not human - that she was almost certain - but as for the specifics, those she was unclear on.

That's where Vanessa Helsing came in. Coming from a long line of vampire hunters, she had been tracking the same coven as Helena for months, eager to take them down - to wipe them out. She was the only person Helena knew who had seen almost every person of importance within Dagon's coven. So, needless to say the two had quite a bit they could gain from one another.

Helena had told the Huntress to meet her at the bowling alley, and there she stood. Cladded in black leather under a dim street light - her dark hair almost rivaling the night sky above.

"Good evening, Vanessa."

"Evening, Helena. You sure you want to do this?"

The blonde nodded.

"Your knowledge has been immeasurable in my progress, Helsing. Even if we find no accord within, your presence is still appreciated. Frances means a great deal to me. I need to make sure she's protected."

Vanessa smiled before nodding. "Alright, then. After you."

***

"Wait.. what do you mean she's bringing someone? Like, a friend?"

You placed your phone face down onto the counter and shrugged.

"Ah.. more like a colleague, I guess? I don't really know much about her, honestly."

Helena had only mentioned Vanessa once before to you, months ago when she named her as the client she'd met with that day at the bowling alley. (Though, according to Morgan, the two of them never even made it there that day.) But other than that, the specifics of their relationship were a complete mystery to you.

"Mhm.. well, I'm going to be keeping an eye on said colleague."

You were about to tell Morgan not to bother when the doors to the bowling alley abruptly opened, a rush of cold air as Helena and who you presumed was Vanessa walked in. You couldn't help your mouth from falling open a little at the sight. Helena, of course, looked breathtaking - radiant. With a deep cerulean low cut shirt covered in a red blazer. The colors a perfect contrast to her moonlit hair. The woman next her to her, though… I guess when you had thought of the word 'colleague', she wasn't quite what you had in mind. Morgan leaned in a bit, nudging you softly before whispering.

"Oh, I am definitely going to be keeping an eye on her."

You chuckled. "She's allowed to have friends, Morgan."

"Not friends who look like that and dress completely in black leather.. and, is that a bull whip connected to her belt??"

"Heh, my kinda friend." You heard JD mutter under their breath from behind you, which only led to Morgan scowling.

You cleared your throat. "Just.. be cool, guys."

You walked away from the pair before they could say anything else. And they weren't wrong. Vanessa was incredibly beautiful. With hair as inky as a night sky and a body that screamed nothing but self discipline and rigorous routine. But the way Helena's eyes lit up and how her smile widened at the sight of you definitely helped stifle some of the intrusive thoughts that were slowly trying to move in.

"My dear Frances, good evening. A pleasure as always." She exclaimed with a low bow. "This is Vanessa. I appreciate you allowing her to join us tonight."

You nodded. "Of course! Nice to meet you, Vanessa."

"Please, call me Van. And it's nice to meet you as well."

You turned just in time to see the rest of Havenfall's Finest coming up behind you. At least three of them with their mouths fully agape. You had to chuckle, fully aware of the effect Helena tended to have on people.

"Helena.. this is Razi, the owner and proprietor of this fine establishment. Mac, the town's Sheriff. Diego, Havenfall's finest doctor. And, last but not least, JD and Morgan, our resident chaos demon and their loyal girlfriend. Everyone, this is Helena."

Razi and Mac both gave the blonde a very exuberant "Hello!", shaking her hand. You even swore you saw tiniest hue of pink rising to the Sheriff's cheeks as Helena responded with "A pleasure." Diego on the other hand, seemed more anxious than anything, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two women. As for JD and Morgan, while both were as friendly as ever, Jordan wouldn't be Jordan if they didn't do their best to lay on the charm.

"So, this is the woman that's been stealing our friend away from us… not that I can blame her."

Helena, of course, chuckled gracefully. "Much apologies."

"Mhm.. I'm sure."

You gave JD a pleading look, hoping they'd take the hint and stop before they said anything else. Which thankfully they did, giving you a playful wink instead.

"And this is my.. colleague, Vanessa."

The group gave the mysterious woman a unified greeting, all except for Diego who only nodded and JD who whistled low.

"If that's a colleague, I really need to get myself into the security business."

Both Vanessa and Morgan glared in their direction, an act that quickly made the enby rub the back of their neck nervously.

"A-anyways, let's get this party started, shall we?!"

"Very smooth, Jordan." Morgan replied, rolling her eyes.

You had to hand it to them all, the bowling alley looked absolutely enchanting. And while you were well aware that Morgan and JD cared greatly for you, the lengths that the rest of Havenfall's Finest went to to make sure the evening went as smooth as possible was, needless to say, incredibly heartwarming.

The ceiling was strewn with more twinkle lights than you had ever seen and the long table in the center of the main room had just about every guilty pleasure food you could possibly think of. You made sure to make a mental note to thank Razi later for not letting JD have any say in the buffet. Though, you had to laugh when you came across a small, yet very suspicious pie at the bottom of the table with the distinct aroma of mustard coming from it. It was almost crazy to think how in just a few short months this hodgepodge group of cryptids had almost become like a second family to you. Even Mac was dressed in something other than her usual sheriff's uniform.

You were just about to walk over to where Helena and Vanessa were standing when Morgan pulled you aside. Her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hey, I didn't want to say anything in front of JD because they'd just go all detective mode on us, but I know I've seen Vanessa somewhere before. And Diego seemed on edge as soon as she walked in."

Your gaze lingered over to where the two women stood talking, obviously in the middle of a rather serious conversation.

"Hm.. wish I could say I knew more about her. Helena isn't very forthcoming about the ins and outs of her job."

"Yeah. Well, if I think of anything, I'll definitely let you know."

You nodded. "Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Morgan gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before wandering off to find JD. Even with the party finally starting to get under swing, your mind couldn't help but begin to drift off to more unsavory thoughts. Just how often did Vanessa frequent Havenfall if both Diego and Morgan seemed to recognize her? Did that mean Helena was meeting with her more often than she'd let on? Were they closer than just colleagues? I mean, you couldn't blame her for choosing someone who looked like Vanessa over someone who looked like.. well.. you..

She was hot.. fit.. beautiful in a way you could never be.

And you were, well.. you.

You subconsciously pulled at the blouse that just a few moments ago had filled you with such confidence, wondering if there was even a point. How could you compete with that? With.. her? How could you be expected to-

"Frances?"

You were jerked abruptly from your thoughts, Helena's pensive face in front of yours.

"Is something the matter? You looked a thousand miles away."

Immediately filled with embarrassment, you quickly shook your head.

"Oh! Yes, no.. I'm fine.. really, I'm fine!" You answered, chuckling nervously.

The blonde hummed low before linking her arm in yours.

"Well, then.. come and accompany us over by the stage, hm?"

The.. stage??

As you followed Helena past the lanes and towards the back of the arcade room, you found that the blonde was right - there was indeed a small platform back there. One that you were certain hadn’t been there before.

"What in the-"

"Ohhh, just wait! You guys are gonna love this!" JD exclaimed as they practically ran over to the two of you. More excited than you'd ever seen them.

"JD.. what.."

"Fuck! Is Razi ever gonna regret buying this." They laughed, holding up a small microphone.

Karaoke. Razi had actually purchased a karaoke machine. Gods, save us all.

The moment JD slipped on their sunglasses, stepped onto the stage and started dancing around it, Morgan's sigh was all too prevalent in your ear as she came to stand beside you - a low baseline coming through steadily from the speakers. You chuckled before turning to her.

"That bad, huh?"

She sighed again. "Jordan's actual singing voice is really quite nice, but of course they'd never be caught dead using it properly in public."

"Ah, gotcha."

You laughed and shook your head, trying to figure out where you had heard that guitar riff before and why it sounded so familiar. You were fairly certain the song choice was of the Metal genre - which would be on par for JD's taste in music - but the underlying melody reminded you of something else. Of something you'd heard a million times before but couldn't quite put your finger on-

Oh.. oh no

JD smirked as the intro diminished, the first lyric sung boastfully from their lungs.

"We're no strangers to looove…"

Morgan groaned immediately. "Jordan! For fucks sake, no!"

"You know the rules, and so do IIII…"

Helena turned to you, obviously a bit amused at the crowd's reaction.

"I am afraid I do not understand the reference. Why are so many people opposed to this song choice?"

JD sang even louder. You wouldn't get this from, any other enbyyyyy."

You did your best to speak loud enough for the blonde to hear you, giving her a quick background of the song and what it meant to be "Rick Rolled". Helena laughed and nodded before turning back to the entertainment, her foot tapping along with the melody.

"Never gonna give, gonna give.. give you up!"

Much to her dismay, you couldn't help but laugh and cheer every time JD pointed to Morgan during the chorus. An act that only made her groan even louder. And the moment the song ended, you could hear Razi yelling from the back of the room.

"I'm docking your pay for that, Jordan!"

The enby bowed dramatically, giving you a little wink before hopping off the stage.

"Mh.. seems that is my queue, little one." Helena whispered to you, giving you a smirk.

"Wha-?"

You stood, a blush already dusting your cheeks and your mouth agape. She was.. she was going to sing???

You took a deep, steadying breath. Completely unaware that the blonde could even carry a note let alone that you would be graced with whatever celestial sounds were about to part from that delicious mouth of hers. But there she was, basked in a kaleidoscope of colors from the lighting above and looking absolutely ethereal.

"Hold steady, Frances."

You swallowed hard, side-eyeing Morgan. "I'll do my best."

And while you had never heard of the song Helena had chosen before, you knew the moment the first note left her lips that you were done for. A hauntingly beautiful melody - smooth Alto notes sang in a soft (what you assumed was her native tongue) German. Your mouth was still open when JD came to stand next to you, nudging you softly in the ribcage.

"Hear something you like? Hm?"

They wiggled their eyebrows at you but all you could do was stare. Of course she sang like a fucking goddess. Of course she was fucking perfect.

Too perfect.

Too fucking perfect.

And here you were, with your mediocre self, expecting her to feel the same? Pssh.

"Psst.. you know what has to happen now, right?" Morgan whispered, her eyes glued to the stage and the incredible being that was on it.

"No."

"Yes! You'd blow her away and you know it."

"No. Not a chance."

"Yess, you have to."

"Are you even listening to her right now? It's-!"

"Don't you dare tell me it's pointless, Frances. Just because she has a gorgeous voice doesn't mean that yours isn't just as hot!"

For the first time since Helena had started singing you looked away from the stage, staring blankly at your friend. "... y-you think… I'm.. ah-"

"Yes, I think, and so does JD… and Razi.. and everyone else in Havenfall who's heard you sing to yourself. So.. you're going to get up there and you're gonna make that woman breathless!"

You sighed, admitting defeat. "Fine, but I choose the song!"

"Fine! Which?"

You smirked. "Rooms on Fire. Good luck finding it."

Morgan smirked even wider and you immediately swallowed. "Bold of you to assume JD hasn't already programmed Stevie Nicks' entire discography into that thing. They've had a thing for her since forever."

You swallowed again. "... Fuck."

***

Helena's body was all a buzz as she stepped down from the small podium. Electrically charged and tingling from the applause of her soon to be peers. She wasn't even sure what had made her get up and do it. And by the look on Frances' face, she was just as stunned. But there was something about being in the round woman's presence that always gave Helena a boost. That gave her the type of courage that made her feel like she could do just about anything. And in that moment, all she wanted to do was to show that warm, delightfully kind woman one of her gifts.

And hopefully - just hopefully - receive some of hers in return.

So you can imagine the look of surprise that sprung to the vampire's face and feeling of elation that rolled over her when Frances stepped up onto the stage. As the same warm light that had just washed over her casted the woman in a brilliant hue, making her look even more beautiful to the Sorceress than she already did.

A brief lapse of time, a single breath of silence before the song started. And it was that moment, when the first flawless note fell from Frances' lips, that Helena knew. Knew why she'd initially been drawn to her and what had kept her so enthralled since.

After all this time, searching between the two realms in which she had inhabited, she had finally found her. A soul as pure and kind as the woman who had saved her from the darkness many years ago. The woman who bore the same face as the one who had stripped her of everything and gave her a life renewed. She had never once, in all her years since leaving the realm she then called home, came across another person who had shone as bright as that woman did.

But here, in that solitary moment of clarity, as the melodic notes rang out from Frances' body and danced across Helena like a lullaby from some other place - like a spell from some archaic time that sang out into the heavens and carved itself into sky - that's when she knew. That's when it all became clear, that Frances was also a keeper of that light - of that bright soul that soothed over the vampire like a celestial balm.

Helena also knew that from that point she'd no longer be able to ignore her feelings for the woman. That her tendencies to mute her emotions and stifle those desires within that seemed to burn with the heat of a thousand suns would no longer be possible.

And as she watched the music take hold of this incredible creature, with all of Frances' curves swaying to the melody - eyes closed and cheeks a gorgeous hue of rose - she made a silent vow to both herself and the woman in front of her. A promise that she would no longer take the coward's way out when it came to her heart and what it deserved. That she would channel that courage she always felt when Frances was around and finally tell her..

Finally tell her that she was, undoubtedly and without measure, falling for her.

***

You opened your eyes as soon as the last note faded off, the crowd before you standing stunned - in awe - almost in disbelief at what they'd just witnessed. And while you were more than used to people's reaction to your voice, you still smiled proudly to yourself. A subtle blush dusting your cheeks as a resounding applause rang out from some of your favorite people.

"Holy shit, Frances. That was incredible!" JD beamed. "You did our girl Stevie some serious justice."

You chuckled. "Thanks, Jordan."

"They ain't lying, friend, that was the best I've ever heard you sing." Added Morgan as she handed you a tiny piece of cloth for your forehead, which you gratefully took.

"Thank you, one might say I was a little inspired."

"Well, inspiration suits you well, then, little one."

Helena's praise caught you off guard, immediately making you turn and face her.

"I- .. uh.. th-thank you? I mean.. ahem.. yeah.. ah, thanks, Helena." You stammered, rubbing the back of your neck.

Helena only nodded but you could tell the blonde had wanted to say more. A fact that must not have been lost on Morgan either as she quickly cleared her throat and hooked her arm into JD's.

"Well, we'll leave you two to talk."

"We will?? But I was just about to ask Frances if she wanted to-"

JD's words stopped mid-sentence the moment their eyes caught Morgan's.

"Oh.. right.. I mean.. we'll leave you two to .. talk."

The enby's subtle tone and small wink was more than enough to fluster you before they sauntered off, your cheeks heating up ever so slightly.

"That Jordan is a rather peculiar person. They remind me of someone I knew back home."

For some reason the thought of Helena being friends with their own version of JD made you feel incredibly warm inside, almost as if an invisible thread had always connected the two of you.

"Really?" You laughed.

"Mh, indeed. His name was Iseul. Your friend Jordan has a very similar spark of mischief to them." She answered, the deep blues of her eyes seeming to wander off in thought for a moment before she continued. "You remind me of someone I once knew as well, Frances."

Now that.. that..

You took a deep, steadying breath as a wash of warmth spread over you like a freshly drawn bath, re-igniting the desire in you that you had, admittedly, done your best to ignore over the past couple of months.

You felt your cheeks heat up a little more before you spoke. "O-oh? Really?"

The blonde hummed, looking almost sad. "She was, until now, the kindest woman I had even known."

You swallowed hard, not even sure how to respond to that information. In all honesty, there was nothing more you wanted to do than grab onto her, hold her close, and scream out into the heavens how much she meant to you. But you also knew that, of all places, the local bowling alley was not the place to make such affections known.

Nor was it the right time…

Probably.

As you collected your thoughts, you took a moment to scan your surroundings. Razi and Mac had seemingly found themselves in a rather heated game of bowling as Diego watched, sipping silently from the tiny flask that he normally kept on him. As for the arcade area, you couldn’t help but chuckle when your gaze landed on JD and Vanessa going head to head in a very excited round of DDR, the sound of Morgan cheering them heard throughout the entire bowling alley.

You swallowed again before smiling and tentatively took the blonde's hand in yours.

"What do you say we take a walk after all of this? There's a place I'd really like to show you, if that's alright with you?"

Helena smiled in turn, her eyes brightening to almost match the color of her shirt. "I would like that very much, little one."

***

The crisp autumn air met Helena like an old friend as she stepped out onto the curb - the wind softly blowing just cold enough to bite at her cheeks, reddening them. With a large moon above them, the Huntress walked silently beside the Vampire, biding her time until they got to her van.

"I want to thank you again for coming, Vanessa." Helena spoke, breaking the silence.

"No worries at all. I had fun actually."

The blonde chuckled. "As did I."

Vanessa shifted nervously from one foot to the other, smiling in a way that made Helena more anxious than she would've liked. The idea of Frances not being safe when she wasn't around.. well, that was a thought that only made the Sorceress' heart sink.

"Out with it." She said plainly.

Vanessa sighed.

"Well, the good news is that I can confidentially tell you that nobody in Frances' immediate circle is part of Dagon's coven."

Helena nodded. "That is good, at least."

"That being said, I can also tell you that most of the people within that circle.. aren't human. And that at least one of them is a vampire."

Helena's gaze shifted quickly. "Which?"

"Diego."

The blonde hummed in thought.

"What about JD and Morgan?"

"Morgan is human as far as I can tell. JD is.. well, I'm not exactly sure what JD is, but it's an energy I've never encountered before. So, whatever they are, it's something rare."

Helena chuckled to herself, recalling the time when Frances had called JD 'one of a kind'.

"That does not surprise me. In your opinion, though, would you say that Frances is safe?"

Helena asked the question simply, for that was the most important thing. Everything else was secondary. Everything else could be discussed at a later time. On a night when the air wasn't so clear and she didn't have that incredible woman waiting for her.

The Huntress nodded, a curtain of dark hair falling into her face.

"I do. At this point anyways. I still have some digging to do, but I'll contact you if I find anything that makes me feel otherwise."

"You have my gratitude, Helsing. Thank you."

"Anytime. You just leave all the boring stuff to me and enjoy the rest of your night." Vanessa replied with a wink before climbing into her van.

The blonde smirked. "Oh, that I intend to."

***

To be perfectly honest, you'd been planning on taking Helena to the lake ever since the plans for that evening were first made. And when Jordan had found out, the spark of mischief and excitement in their eyes was so bright it almost lit up the whole room. Even before you had left the bowling alley they pulled you aside.

"You're still taking her to the lake, yeah?"

A cheeky wink and subtle smirk was all you got in reply when you answered 'yes', which only made you slightly nervous. You knew deep down that if JD had some sort of surprise in the works, it would only be in your favor. They knew how much Helena had meant to you. And honestly, other than Morgan, they'd been the most supportive through it all.

The sky was littered with thousands of twinkling stars as you pulled up to the lake, all paying homage to the bright moon that hung among them. That casted a brilliant reflection into the still water and made you all the more confident in your decision to bring her there. It was beautiful, just like Helena. Almost so that it almost seemed too luminous to be real…

… Just like Helena.

"I see why you like this place, little one." The blonde said, closing her door.

"Oh?"

"Mh, on a night like tonight, it almost looks like a painting."

You smiled, wanting to say more than a quiet "That, it does." As if any sight could compete with how the moonlight danced upon Helena's rosen cheeks and frolicked throughout her hair. How her eyes sparkled and gleamed, making the stars above only pale in comparison. She was a literal work of art, a masterpiece within herself. A goddess walking on earth. She was-

"Frances?"

Her soft tone caught you off guard, and when her gaze met yours you'd almost forgotten how to speak entirely. She looked at you in a way no other person had, as if you were a lifeline and she were a rope. Tethered and frayed and yet oh so beautiful.

"Ah, sorry.. was I staring?"

"Mh.. a little." She chuckled.

"S-sorry."

When you rubbed the back of your neck subconsciously she took your other hand.

"Do not be."

Her voice was soft but the look in her eyes was even softer. A subtle heat coming to your cheeks as she took your other hand in hers, leaning in ever so slightly.

Did she want to-

Was she going to-

Helena took another step closer and you almost immediately fell back, moving away with such abruptness that you nearly toppled over the hood of your car. But, of course, Helena caught you.

"Fuck. Sorry. I.. ah.. shit."

"It is I who should be sorry, little one. I should not have assumed."

For the first time since you'd met her, the blonde looked embarrassed. Which honestly only made you feel worse. You shook your head vehemently.

"No, no. Please. Fuck. You did nothing wrong, Helena. It's just.. ah.. there's some things about me we should probably talk about before this goes any further."

With that Helena took a step back, looking at you thoughtfully and nodded.

"By all means. I am, as they say, all ears."

Before a single word had even fallen from your lips you could feel the subtle sting of tears - pooling at the corners of your eyes and betraying your emotions. You hated this part. You always had. When the love interest finds out your secret and opts for just being friends instead. Though, admittedly, you had genuinely hoped for just a little more time before having to say goodbye to Helena.

"Frances." She said softly, your hands still in hers. "There is, without doubt, not a single thing you could tell me about yourself that I would not be able to accept."

There was a shadow of something darker that lurked within the blonde's gaze that instantly made you believe her. Her eyes a stormier blue than you'd seen before - heavier, sullen - as if they held an untold story of long ago. You took a deep, calming breath - for you knew that, despite your fears, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to trust her.

"Alright, well.. you see, I'm.. demisexual."

You could tell by the look on her face that it was a phrase Helena hadn't heard before, her eyes giving you a once over.

"I apologize, Frances. I have not.. is this something similar to a demigod?"

At this you couldn't help but laugh, an act that was honestly much needed and actually made you feel a lot more relaxed.

You snorted. "I wish. I'm afraid the only "super power" it gives me is being somewhat sexually stunted."

Helena moved to stand next to you, leaning back against the front of your car - her gaze looking out thoughtfully onto the water.

"Would it help you to know, little one, that, in my own way, that is something I quite understand."

You turned to face her, fingers still locked in hers and resting on the hood of the car. She looked so open, so attentive to whatever it was that you had to tell her. Her eyes shimmering in a way that almost seemed magical. You took another deep breath and pushed back the tears that still were begging to be released.

"Alright.. here goes nothing.." You let out a heavy sigh and felt Helena squeeze your hand a little tighter. "Being demi.. basically means that without a strong emotional bond with a person, my sexual desire for them will be… lack thereof."

The blonde stood quietly, only listening, so you continued.

"While being demi is a spectrum, and some people may only need a strong friendship connection to feel that, for me… well.. it's usually always taken a very strong.. and albeit long.. romantic connection for me to feel, well, aroused with someone."

Helena nodded. "I understand."

"That being said.. you, Helena.. you've made me feel things that I very rarely ever feel, almost immediately.. and to say that I haven't thought of or wouldn't like to sleep with you already is well.. ah.." You felt your cheeks immediately redden and chuckled, shaking your head. "Here I am just assuming that's something you'd actually want from me."

Helena looked at you silently for a moment before speaking."... You assume correctly, Frances. I find myself very attracted to you."

And now you were blushing even harder.

"O-oh."

Helena chuckled. "You are an incredible woman, Frances."

"I.. well.." You took yet another deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts within the chaos of your mind. As if saying what you had to say wasn't hard enough already. "But see.. that's the thing, Helena.. like, you're so beautiful and kind and intriguing and sexy and to say I haven't thought of us together more than a few times in the last few months is well.. it's different for me and I... ahh-"

The blonde inched herself a little closer to you and hummed. "Breathe, little one."

And you did, deeply. Closing your eyes as you let the crisp Fall air and subtle undertones of juniper that rolled off of Helena wash over you.

"Attraction aside…" You exhaled, ".. with how my sexual desire works.. I have no clue when that would actually happen for us."

Helena nodded again. "I understand."

"And so, this is probably where you leave. And I can't even blame you.. 'cause who wants to wait months or even years before becoming sexually intimate with someone? Other than me, that is, but I'm an outlier and shouldn't be counted."

"My dear Frances, you should always be counted."

"Well, that.."

You grinned all too widely and looked down at your hands that were still interlocked. The subtle pink that dusted your round cheeks swiftly deepening and painting them in a warm crimson.

"And as it was, little one, I have absolutely no intention of leaving you. When I say that I find myself very attracted to you.. it is not solely on a physical level. You see, my soul feels lighter when you are near. My thoughts warm when I think of you and my heart seems to ache when I have not had the pleasure of your company for awhile. I believe that I am, wholey and without doubt, falling for you, Frances."

You stared at her blankly for a moment, no words to be had.

"As for my own shortcomings.. sexual and emotional trauma finds me on a similar acumen as you. So, please, do not feel as if we are far apart on these understandings."

You immediately almost felt angry at the thought of anyone��mistreating her. This goddess of a woman who deserved to feel nothing but love and compassion for her rest of her days.

"Fuck, I am.. I'm so sorry to hear that, Helena."

The blonde waved her hand dismissively and closed the last bit of distance between you.

"It is a lifetime ago and a story for another night."

You nodded. "Just know I'm always here to listen whenever you're ready to talk about it."

"I know, dear one." Helena smiled, so openly and warmly that you felt your heart lurch a little. The subtle lines in the corners of her eyes creasing as she leaned in closer to cup your cheek. "May I kiss you?"

You felt your cheeks warm beneath the cool touch of her fingers, soft tears forming in your eyes and a laugh upon your lips. "Yes, Helena. You may."

And as her lips touched yours, fireworks lit up the world around you. Not just metaphorically - but physically. Bright and untamed - fire in the sky - that reached out across the heavens above you.

JD's surprise.

It had to be.

You smiled even wider as your kiss deepened. As sparkling embers rained from the sky and your hands came to frame Helena's face. You kissed her softly - tenderly - wanting nothing more than for her to feel just how absolutely precious she was to you. And when the kiss finally broke, you were both crying. Happy tears of emotions long felt. With bright bursts of reds and blues, of oranges and yellows, reflecting across the still of the water as the two of you embraced.

"I'm so glad you came tonight, Helena."

"Mh.. as am I. It was a lovely evening."

"Heh, that it was."

"And who would have thought, that all this time I was in the presence of such a remarkable vocalist."

Helena smirked, making you blush.

"Psh, speak for yourself! That song you sang was beautiful."

The blonde hummed, smiling. "Thank you, little one. It is named 'Diese kalte Nacht'. It is by the band Faun. I am rather fond of them."

You chuckled to yourself. You knew if JD were there they would have made one of their legendary puns right about now.. "Oh, so you'd say you're... FAUNd of them?"

"Well, I can't say that I understood any of it, but you sang it beautifully."

"As did you, Frances. I do not know of this Stevie Nicks, but I have to wonder if her voice is anywhere near comparable to yours."

You looked at her for a moment, mouth agape.

"Oh, that's it. We are so having a Stevie Nicks night at my place!"

"Mh.. consider it a date."

***

You had just crawled into bed when your phone went off.

Morgan: Yoooo.. you awake?

You: Yep! Just got home, actually lol.

Morgan: Oh? How'd it go??

You: Really, really good. We uh.. we kissed.

Morgan: I knew it! We knew she liked you! Jordan is gonna be fucking ecstatic when I tell them.

You: lol You guys are the best.

Morgan: Well, you deserve it :]

You: Thanks lol

Morgan: Ah.. not to add some unwanted mystery to the evening... but I figured out why Vanessa looked so familiar. Had a little chat with Diego after you left.

You: Oh????

Morgan: Um.. yeah.. she's a fucking vampire hunter.

You: A.. WHAT?!

#lovestruck #women of lovestruck #love and legends #havenfall is for lovers #helena klein #frances/reader #jordan davies #Morgan/Havenfall MC #razi nassar #mackenzie hunt #diego escalona #vanessa helsing #helena klein x reader #helena klein x frances #fluff #fluffy #first kiss fic #miscellaneous monday

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