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stories4thepack · 6 months

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The vampire bites the Physic

Wednesday Addams x vampire!reader

(Requested)

Warnings: blood, injury, stabbing (yeah!)

“No!”

You scream, the power of your words scratching the back of your throat like it were the dagger thrusted into Wednesday.

you can smell the blood before you see it

Crackstone twists the blade with a grin. You can hear the sickening tear of Wednesday’s flesh. Your want to run to her side, protect your girlfriend. Yet, the way your mouth waters at the scarlet, stained, school-shirt reveals how much of a danger you are right now.

Laurel Gates strides over to you, a silver dagger in her hand. You know she is going to kill you, plunge it into your heart while wearing that cruel, psychotic smirk.

“Stop,”

Crackstone hisses, his semi-rotten voice box doing little to aid his speech

“Let the leach finish of Goody Addams. “

The cuffs around your wrists are suddenly released, causing you to fall onto your knees. As well as smelling Wednesday’s, you feel your own blood flowing down the side of your head. A result of the beating you had suffered. You hear Wednesday slip to the floor, amazed she hadn’t yet screamed out.

“Bye Bye Wednesday.”

Laurel giggles, tailing Crackstone out of the Crypt. You crawl to the goths side, ignoring the way your chest burns with hunger. When you reach her, you lean against the pillar, exhausted by the pain from your own attack and the hunger flowing through your veins.

“Your going to be alright Wednesday.”

“Is your vampiric Vision impaired? I’m dying!”

You attempt to chuckle but the hunger that is making your vision scarlet and tightening your throat, makes the sound come out as more of a hiss. You’ve learnt to push the hunger down, and continue on with the day, but with more and more of Wednesdays blood flowing from the wound, it becomes increasingly difficult.

“I should put pressure on it, right?”

You manage to force out of your mouth, the words strangled but hopefully understandable. Wednesday doesn’t say anything.

You quickly crawl to your knees, placing your hands over the wound and pushing down hard. The goths face scrunches up in momentary pain. You smile, trying to help as much as you can

but then you look down.

Her blood flows over your fingers, decorating your skin a dark, red. You breath catches in your burning chest, your eyes fading into a dark, deep scarlet. You can not hear Wednesday speaking to you, trapped in your own hungry thoughts, before her hand wraps weakly around yours.

“I can read your face as if you were one of my murder novels, I find your intentions humorous.”

She mumbles, a tiny smile on her face, which is somehow growing paler than it usually is. You look back to the wound, your fingers have unintentionally curved slightly into it.

“Proceed Y/L/N.”

Wednesday mutters, your head snapping towards her face once more. You want to argue, to resist but the single, weak, curt nod she gives you is enough to make your shove away any form of doubt.

You carefully lean forward, your heart flutters as Wednesday lifts her head slightly, allowing you full access to her throat. You brush her messy hair away, unable to fully understand what you are doing. That is, until your lips press against her cool skin. You can feel her heart beat slowing with every second and suddenly, you know what you need to do.

You pull away, ignoring the confused look on Wednesdays face at your action. You place both hands on the Handel of the blade, forcing back your hunger as much as possible.

“This is going to hurt.”

You say, before yanking the dagger out of her body. You hear her hiss, see her eyes close and perhaps imagine a tear hiding beneath her eye lid. You bring your wrist to your mouth, tearing your fangs hastily into it before bringing it over her wound.

You allow a few drops of your blood to fall into hers before bringing your wrist up to her mouth.

“Are you going to turn me.”

You shake your head, you would need to drain her completely for that, and have a few candles and a spell book around. Wednesday manages to open her mouth slightly, enough to allow the blood from your own bite to fall into her mouth. You pull away, crouching beside her as her heart slows to a stop-

Suddenly she sits up, gasping for air. She looks at the palm of her hand before feeling her forehead, searching for the wounds your blood has now healed.

“Your a vampire, how is this possible?”

“The curse of being awesome Wednesday.”

You mutter, lying back against the pillar as Wednesday runs out, going to save Nevermore

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“You alright Wednesday?” You ask, watching as she paces around in her empty side of the room. Her stuff is still gone and her bed has been made with plain white sheets, nothing smells like her anymore, it feels so unfamiliar. She continues to pace…

“Wednesday, Crackstone is gone! Laurel is dead! What has gotten your pigtails in a twist?”

She pauses briefly to throw a sharp glare at you before continuing her pacing. You sigh, realising that calling her name again was useless. So you stand up, walk over to her and place both your hands firmly on her shoulders

“What are you doing Y/n?”

She demands, turning slowly with a scowl on her face. She is met with one of your cocky grins.

“Come one Wednesday! What is bothering you?”

Your voice bounces with playfulness, an attempt at calming the obviously adrenaline rushed girl. Wednesday pauses and you can see the way her jaw tightens as she decides whether to tell you the truth

“Y/n”

She finally says, looking up slightly to meet your bright eyes. There was something missing, she noticing, realising that she disliked the lack of burning, scarlet hunger. There was something about that side of you, a killer, someone who could match how dangerous she herself was, that she found incredibly beautiful

“Last night, at the Crypt-“

“If your gonna ask how I healed you, I honestly have no idea myself. Somewhere down the line I had a wizard for a great, great grandfather or something.”

Wednesday waits until you are finished, deciding the best way to ask is directly (as usual)

“Would you have bitten me.”

It sounds more like a statement but the words are enough to make you freeze. You hate the way your eyes snap to her throat, and you know for certain that she saw the short action.

“Is my blood that tempting for you?”

She asks, stepping closer, deep eyes never leaving yours. You swallow nervously, your hands feeling suddenly very sweaty.

“Yeah, you are.”

Another step, her head tilts upward for you. Instinctively, you brush her pigtail over her shoulder, finger carefully trailing her jugular. Wednesday watches as your glowing eyes darken into that scarlet and she adores the way they look into her own.

“Sorry, I should have my sunglasses o-“

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to your, the gentleness of the action surprises you but soon you are kissing back, hand grasping her throat as if it were a life line.

You pull her by her shoulder, guiding her over to her bed, making her sit down on the edge of it. You decide to sit behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I assume you are going to bite then?”

She questions, her usually monotone voice sounder so much sweeter now. Your lips press against her cool skin, feeling the light shiver that ripples through her body at your touch. You can both hear and feel her heart beating and feel the warmth of her blood. It is all too tempting

You bite down, fangs breaking through the soft skin as if it were nothing. You feel Wednesday stiffen and lean backwards into you as you begin to drink. Her blood the most incredible you had ever tasted. Your hand grasps the other side of her head, tilting her further to the side to give you better access. No other blood would compare to this, no one’s and nothings.

When you finally tear your head from her throat, she turns around, kissing you again and no doubt tasting her blood on your lips.

You fall back against her bed, head sinking into her pillow. Your surprised, nearly shocked when Wednesday lies beside you, your hands touching each other lightly.

“We are going to do this again? Right?”

She doesn’t hesitate with her answer, and moves her head a centimetre to look into those scarlet eyes once more

“Yes, Mon Cher, we will”

#Wednesday x vampire #jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #fanfiction #wednesday addams #vampire #requests #Vampire Wednesday #vampire bites

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sourtomatola · 1 month

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Vampire Equinox drabble for the Eclipse SIMP's

Based off this pic I drew

Your back hit the silk red sheets, almost knocking the wind out of you. You would have tired to get up if you weren’t currently gawking at the towering behemoth that is an Animatronic Vampire staring down at you. He effortlessly held one of your hands against the sheet, your entire hand fitting in his upper palm, large fingers stretching like a spider sitting comfortably.

"Well well, breakfast in bed? How delightful~" He grinned down at you. His glowing yellow eyes washed over you as his free hand reached for the clasp on his cloak. His starry cape slipped into his free hand as he set it elegantly aside and placed a knee on the bed.

You were frozen in fear, but upon feeling the bed being weighed down near your legs, you began to squirm and look away for an escape. You grabbed his wrist and pulled at it, determined to get away from this creature with glistening yellow fangs. You scooted your legs away from him, thinking you could possibly twist yourself away. Your desperation growing as you felt more and more trapped under this creature.

“Hmm?” He watched you for a second in amusement, simply keeping your hand held in place. It was only when you tried to roll into a sitting up position that he suddenly leaned in, his face suddenly so close to yours. The glow of his yellow eyes made you feel like a deer in the headlights. You slowly backed away, but your heart jumped into your throat at the realization that he followed you perfectly, making it near impossibly to make space between you two.

Pressing into the sheets now, you could only quiver in place under the Vampire Lord’s sights.

“P…please…” The single word escaped your breathless lips.

“No need to be shy Little Robin, I am not making any judgements on you.” He assured, as if that was really on your mind right now!

He started to lean closer, but you pressed into the mattress harder, hoping it would swallow you up and save you. His knee nudged between yours, making you feel vulnerable for but a moment before you realized you could use it. You put your knee against his thigh and used it to scoot yourself farther away from his face. You slid easily on the silk sheets, but not far.

“Your amount of fighting is admirable, but unneeded. The game is over.” He said with frustrating patience. Frustrating to you, since now you’re starting to reach the point where you wished he would just get it over with and stop playing with you! He was always like this though, seemed to love to play with his food.

His knees now fully supported himself on the bed, and his free hand placed next to your head. You saw him come closer and tried to press away again, but his free hand slid under your neck and pulled your head upwards to him. Your eyes forced to look into his, but there was no hypnotism, no mercy. He wanted you conscious as he took what he wanted.

His eyes then glanced down to your neck before leaning down. You struggled in one last ditch effort to get away, to convince him not to hurt you again. His larger body kept you from being able to kick or fight much farther than weak struggles and whimpering.

You felt his fangs ghost over your skin, as if trying to find the most ample spot to bite. He was teasing you. Still, after all of it, he was teasing you again!

Finally, his four fangs plunged into your flesh, making you cry out and tense up under the pain. You knew your fighting was just making your blood rush faster, and make it easier for him to drink, but there was not much more you could do under this animatronic horror. You were powerless against this supernatural machine.

You felt your head starting to get light, still cradled in his metal fingers. “Too…too much!!” You gasped, realizing your vision was trying to grow dark from blood loss.

He shushed you softly and left a gentle kiss to your neck before going back to your seeping wound. Your free hand reached around him, grasping desperately at his back in an attempt to hit or pull him off of you. He continued to drain you, unbothered.

As your vison started to close in faster, you could hear his softly chuckle. “Tenacious little darling…I shall savor you.”

Vampire Equinox Eclipse by @miwachan2

#I stared ta my own picture until I knew it needed a fic to go with it XD #vampire Eclipse #Vampiric Equinox #vampire drabble #my fic #Sour Keysmash!#This was fun #I should drabble more #FOR THE SIMPS #fnaf eclipse #sugestive #non-con elements #vampire bites

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sleepycreamcola · 2 years

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Vampire!Eddie feeding on you. And he imprints on your blood because your his first. And he’s moaning and whimpering at how god it taste and feels to drink from you. And your moaning and whimpering because his saliva has poison that mutes the pain and your brain is translating that tingling feeling as pleasure

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zozoparsnips · 3 months

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Astarion on the night he first bites Tav

#astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion romance #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 #vampire bites #chomp chomp

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 9 months

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Whump Prompt #1245

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A newly vampiric caretaker accidentally loses control and biting the whumpee, who had previously been harmed by a vampire whumper.

In this instance, there’s no lasting physical harm done but caretaker is so scared of themselves and doesn’t want to hurt whumpee that they isolate themselves to try and prevent further harm to whumpee.

It hurts worse if you imagine that the caretaker was turned while rescuing whumpee. Maybe they weren’t even aware of it until their fangs were in the whumpee’s flesh.

#sorry anon I didn't know if you were asking or submitting #so if anyone has any additional ideas feel free to add in the reblogs/replies!#whump #writing #prompts #angst #vampires #rescue #vampire bites #fear #losing control

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secrets1ren · 4 months

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The things I would do to have a vampire significant other. I just want sharp teeth buried in my flesh whenever they get hungry, and they get all possessive. But then, after they're done, they treat me all gently like I'm the most precious thing in the world.

I just want to have a partner who has fangs long enough to go so deep within my skin.

Just. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

#monster fucker #vampire bites #vampire kink #vampire fucker #vampire x human

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ellenchain · 8 months

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No one should ask why Dr Reid has not come out of his room for days and why - quite by chance - the leader of the Guard of Priwen has disappeared as well??

(full version on my Twitter)

#mcreid #Vampir #blood #Vampire bites #we all know he likes it

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fuvkin-feral-kins · 1 year

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There's just something about a mortal who willingly invites us in, so trusting, so bold.

And so dangerous.

#vampirekin #actually vampiric #vampire #sanguine vampire #invite me in #mortal x vampire #vampire x human #a new temptation #vampire bites #creatures of the night #bloodsucker

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arianrhodmoonie · 11 months

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If a mosquito bites Dracula does it become a vampire because it drinks the blood of a vampire?

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stories4thepack · 8 months

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Here but gone (part 2)

Wednesday Addams x demon!reader

Warnings: blood, descriptions of injuries, blood drinking, flash backs, Wednesday being a simp. (Anything else?)

The zitronos had taken effect. It had clawed its way into your mind and stolen all control you once had over your body. Wednesday searched your black eyes for anything, anything to show you were still there. That Y/n was still there.

The blood flowing from her abdomen drew you closer, your great, scarlet form within biting distance of her now. Your forked tongue flicking across your dagger sized tusks.

“No”

Wednesday muttered, using apart of her remaining energy to limply raise her arm. An attempt to protect herself. She hears the growl explode from your mouth, sees the way your talons crack into the stone as you rear back.

A flash of blue light sends you into the pillar behind you, your broken cry breaking past your spit dripping lips before you fall limp on the ground.

Wednesday stares in shock before turning to the light beside her. Goody places her hands over the knife tearing it from Wednesday’s body. The Raven hair is so tired, she can barley make out what the spirit is saying, barley see it vanish inside her wound. And suddenly she sits up, her wounds stitching themselves back together as if they have always been able to do so.

without a second thought, she dashes to your side. The pain having caused you to shift back into your human form. Your blood making a puddle around your weak body. She hates the way she falls to her knees beside you, snatching off the black jacket she wore and carefully wrapping you inside it, her body aching as you groaned in pain once more. She ignored the need to question the new feeling, every inch of her black soul focused on you.

she could see the deep wounds in your flesh, the rags that were your clothes doing little to hide them. She recognised the deep scratches of Laurel’s dagger and stared in near horror at the claw marks and chunks of missing flesh she could only assume had been self inflicted.

A tear nearly escaped onto her ghostly cheek

“Y/n,”

she muttered, shaking your body as gentle as she was able to, but at the cry that leaps from your throat, she snatches her hands away.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday didn’t know what to do.

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“You mentioned something about your kind healing with blood.”

Wednesday had mentioned as you sat in the black chair beside her typewriter. The clicking of its keys had stopped, but she did not look away from the words on the page. You looked away from your book, a slight smile on your lips as you responded.

“It does, but it’s also dangerous. “

Wednesday turns her head towards you, eyebrows raised to encourage you to continue

“My kind are rare Wednesday, a dozen left in this country at most. We cannot go about drinking from people. So, at the taste of blood, we could loose control, especially if we haven’t had it before. And, Well! If your injured, that hunger is— burning.”

Wednesday nods, turning back to her typewriter as if to continue. Yet, the irritating bugging to ask one further question got the better of her.

“Have you ever-“

“No”

There’s a silence, the goth lowers her hands from the typewriter, twisting her chair so it fully faced you. You placed your book carefully onto your lap, your face painted with curiosity and slight caution.

“Do you ever want to?”

You sigh, looking away from her, your eyes finding safety staring at Enid’s bright bed across the room. It takes you a moment but Wednesday waits. Listening to your gentle breaths before you turn back to her, eyes attempting to hide the demonic hunger Wednesday had learnt to notice.

“Nearly all the time.”

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You cry out as Wednesday applies pressure to you wound, attempting to stop the bleeding and yet, she watched your blood wash out from somewhere else on your body.

she felt useless, desperately trying to save you as you died anyway

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The night before Wednesday was expelled, you sat side by side in the outskirts of the woods. The night glowing high above. You had missed school, confined to your dorm room by both the blood moon and your own blood lust. You both sat in silence for a while, you watched the constellations while Wednesday took the time to quietly examine you from the corner of her eye. The moon light effectively hid the bags under your eyes and the tiredness in your gaze. But Wednesday knew it was there.

And she knew what was causing it…

“Y/n, you do need blood”

She suddenly declares, taken slightly aback as You laugh, throwing your hands carelessly into the air.

“And who is going to give me their blood. Unlike Vampires, I can’t drink from animals or blood bags! It makes me sick!”

“Then human blood?”

Wednesday asked, her voice carefully remaining monotone and yet her eyes staring fixedly at your face. You sigh,

“There’s still the problem of who.”

Wednesday doesn’t respond, but she turns to you, reaching to lift the sleeve of her jacket up, but your warm hands grasps hers, forcing her to stop. Usually she would of pulled away at the contact, but she doesn’t, curious at the way you command her not to, and yet your hungry eyes demanded satisfaction.

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“Y/n, stay with me.”

Wednesday almost begs as your eyes stare into hers. You give her a weak smile, but flinch and cry out as yet another shock of the zitronos hits you.

Wednesday cannot take it, until an idea flows into her mind. And she knows what she has to do.

“Y/n, I apologise.”

She mutters before hastily pulling up the black sleeve of her shirt, exposing her pale skin. She brings her wrist to your mouth, pressing hard against the fangs poking out of your mouth.

You can’t resist. And Wednesday knows it.

You bite down, too blinded by your own pain to fully comprehend what your doing. You drink, lapping at the blood flowing into your mouth. Groaning as your strength begins to return. You grasp her arm with your free hand, the other digging into her thigh. Wednesday is dazed, trapped in a of great pain, and yet, the willingness to let you continue is one out of pure enjoyment

The pain is nothing compare to the gentle feeling of her blood being sucked away. Your grip on her arm tightens, your eyes snapping open to reveal your blood red pupils. Filled with nothing but hunger and desperations.

you were loosing control.

Wednesday places her free arm behind your back, sitting you up to give you better access to her wrist. For some reason she trusted you, knew you would stop even if you seemingly couldn’t. She relished in the pain you were bringing her, she watched as her blood coated your lips how your scarlet eyes closed again as the zitronos was being rid from your body

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

The goth muttered as the corners of her vision darkened. But you didn’t.

“Y/n!”

She demanded. But you didn’t stop. Maybe Wednesday had been wrong to trust you, to give you her blood. Maybe she would become your prey, your first kill.

“Y/n!”

She forces out, before there’s a howl from outside.

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just-a-n0b0dy · 7 months

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Out here tryna bleed for someone ;(

#vampire bite #bite me #vampire bites #vampire goth

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go-whump-in-the-night · 15 days

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Prompt for @sweetspicybingo - "Barely Concious"

#whump #whump art #my oc #my art #hurt comfort bingo #hurt/comfort bingo #whump bingo #vampire whump #vampire bites #blood #blood loss #bloody clothes #Vesper #oc whump #sweetspicybingo

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freckleslikestars · 2 years

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Love Bites

Based on the notes of this post, a look at Mulder checking Scully for vampire bites. @frogsmulder your wish is my command :D

1942 words, read here on AO3

1993

It wasn’t vampires. And, honestly, she was shocked that at twenty-nine she was having to insist to her colleague – technically her superior – that vampires didn’t exist. Of course, it was hardly the first time she’d come up against Mulder’s belief in fairy tales, but still, it surprised her the frequency that she found herself discussing monsters and nightmares of a fantastical variety.

How they found themselves traipsing through Bemidji, Minnesota, on the hunt for the culprit of a spree of night-time attacks, Scully had no idea. Nobody had been killed, just maimed and left drained almost exactly 38% of their blood each time. And, with no leads to follow, it felt more like they were chasing ghosts than vampires. Not that it was vampires. No, definitely not.

‘Mulder, there’s no such thing.’

‘Says who?’

She gave him the most disbelieving glance she could summon, ‘science? Reason?’

‘If they don’t exist, how come there are so many stories about them?’

Scully scoffed, ‘that’s not...Santa Claus doesn’t exist, but there are stories about him. It’s child’s reasoning.’

The same debate continued for two more days as they trudged through the humid streets. A pattern had been steadily emerging, attacks happing nearby community centres that had been holding blood drives, so, they drove the empty streets, watching for anything suspicious and parrying arguments of supernatural beings and scientific possibilities and improbabilities. It wasn’t until just before the break of dawn that they noticed it: the gaunt figure hunched over the slumped body.

They pulled to a screeching stop, drew their weapons as they gave chase. Scully dropped to her knee long enough to check the victim was still alive before rejoining Mulder in hurtling after their suspect. His longer legs held the advantage, and so she veered off, cut through a backstreet, cut across an alleyway. She broke onto the avenue they were running down ahead by barely five paces and went down in her attempt to tackle the long, shadowed frame, tousling with all her might to drag him down too. By the time Mulder reached them, the attacker was off again, and she waved to him to continue the pursuit.

She watched as in the distance Mulder caught up to him, and she wondered briefly if he ran track at school. She could see the glint of cuffs under the streetlamp, saw the guy struggle and wrestle as Mulder started leading him back to her. When he was safely locked in the back of the car and backup was on the way, Mulder looked up at her, ‘you okay?’

‘I- yeah I think so. I rolled my ankle when I went down, but otherwise-‘ she jerked away from him when he reached a hand out to brush her hair away from her neck, looking at the pale flesh there, ‘Mulder, what the fuck are you doing?’

‘Did he bite you?’

‘I- Mulder, he’s not a vampire.’

‘Is too,’ he murmured, tugging her collar down. He flashed his gaze up to her, smirking at the sceptical frown she was giving him.

‘Is not.’

‘Is too.’

‘I’m not playing toddler games with you Mulder, he’s not a vampire. I mean, look at him.’

Mulder cast a glance over at the man in the car, who under the light of the street lamp they were parked under looked rather pathetic, ‘looks can be deceiving.’

She sighed and rolled her eyes, ‘let’s go, Mulder.’

~~~

1997

She’d been back from Philadelphia a week, her bruises still fading, when he whisked her away on another bogus case, hollow bodies dropped left, right, and centre in the town of Midwest, Wyoming, whose only claim to fame before their stay there was being the birthplace of a tenor Scully had never heard of. The population of the town had taken a sudden dive from 403 people to 398, and the Midwest Police department – a department of two located within the town hall – had called in the FBI when the coroner’s office in Casper had declared that, yes, the deaths of these five people who seemed to have been dehydrated were, indeed, suspicious.

They’d arrived in the town of clapboard and cinderblock houses, snow still clinging to the ground, to find that the accommodation that had been arranged for them was not, as they’d been told, just outside the town but, in fact, in the next town over. The Teapot Motor Lodge, with its faded sheets and whining HVAC, had left Scully feeling almost as drained as the bodies she had to examine when she dropped her bag in her room with a sigh. Whilst they had both agreed to draw a line under the events of the past week, to move on from their - it wasn’t really a fight, but it wasn’t exactly not a fight, either – it was plain to see that neither really had moved on. A restless turmoil broiled just under her skin whilst he leeched possessive jealousy that smothered the moments they were together.

The acrid stench of the oilfields permeated every moment of their stay, seeping into their suitcases and wafting through the town as they studied each of the crime scenes and conducted each of the interviews, turning her stomach and decreasing any appetite she’d been able to summon lately to nothing. It hadn’t helped that Mulder had not once shut up about vampires and vampire lore.

It had taken three days for all leads to point to the forty-six-year-old neighbour of the first victim who, after one too many times of being called a washout, had decided to use the year of training he’d had when he was studying to be a mortician before he had been kicked out for improper practice with corpses. Mulder had sulked, insisted they were missing something as they slumped off to their rooms to get a couple of hours sleep before their flight home in the morning.

She’d woken to blood on her pillow again, and the doctor’s appointment she had next week lingered ominously on the horizon like some hulking monster, dread filling each and every thought about it. She showered in an attempt to rid herself of the pervasive burnt oil smell, failing miserably, and joined him out by the car, shaking her head when he suggested they stop to get breakfast at the diner in town before they drove to the airport. He’d furrowed his brow at her, muttered how pale she looked, and reached out to palm the side of her neck, tug the collar of her blouse aside to reveal the hollow just above her clavicle, ‘Scully, there’s...there’s something here...’ he leaned in closer and rubbed his thumb across the bruise that marred her porcelain skin.

Abject horror flushed her face, and she jerked away, clamping her hand over the mark, ‘that’s, uh, that’s not...I...it’s not vampires, Mulder.’

He batted her hand away, taking a closer look, ‘there’s definitely a bruise or someth- oh,’ realising just what it was marking her neck, his cheeks flushed, and his jaw tensed.

‘Mulder-‘ she’d been so careful, so very careful, to keep her necklines higher than the hickey that still coloured her neck.

‘It’s fine, Scully,’ he gave a dismissive wave, stalking around the car to slump into the driver's seat, slamming his door behind him.

She sighed and climbed in next to him, looking over at the way his hands flexed on the steering wheel, ‘Mulder-‘

‘Who you do in your spare time is none of my business.’

‘Mulder!’ she scolded, her chest tightening as her eyes pricked, and she grit her teeth as she willed herself not to feel the barb that he threw at her, ‘you’re right; it is none of your business. But you cannot hold one night against me for the rest of my life. I’m not yours, Mulder: I’m a grown woman; I had sex with a man; that is all that happened.’

‘Well, it’s not exactly all that happened, is it? He beat you half to death after. You know, I’d think you, of all people, seeing what you do every day, would be more discerning in your choice of partner.’

‘You know what? Yeah, maybe I should have been. But I made a mistake. How many mistakes have you made in the time we’ve known one another, Mulder? Because it’s certainly not none.’

The silence that settled over them after that was tense and seething, blanketing them throughout the car ride and breaking at the airport only after she returned from making a call, ‘I’m taking a few days off next week. Skinner just signed off on it.’

‘Scully...’

‘I don’t want to hear it, Mulder. I’ve got some things that need doing, and I don’t want to be disturbed.’

He looked lost, bottom lip creeping out into a pout, ‘I don’t know how to fix this.’

She sighed, dropping down into the hard, vinyl seat, ‘I don’t know if it can be fixed right now.’

A week later, she’d be calling him to the oncology ward, showing him the mass pressing on her brain, spelling out her demise.

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2000

They’d spent their night coiled around one another, their cries echoing off the flimsy walls of his motel room. Just like the night before. And the night before that one. And every night for the past two weeks. And, God, she just couldn’t get enough of him.

Classic vampirism, Scully. That’s what he’d lured her out there with. That, and the wicked glint in his eye that told her he knew exactly what she was doing. There wasn’t a vampire, of course, there wasn’t, because they don’t exist, but he’d been playing this game for years.

Eureka, California. The obvious place for vampires.

There wasn’t any evidence. There weren’t even any bodies. Just missing people and a local legend. And, surprisingly, Mulder didn’t seem overly bothered about that.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked, a smile playing around the corner of her mouth as he hit snooze on the radio alarm and rolled back over to face her, ‘you don’t seem so eager to go vampire hunting as you usually are.’

‘Well, that probably has something to do with the very beautiful, very sexy woman in my bed.’

She chuckled and shook her head, ‘Mulder...’

‘It’s true,’ he said with an eager nod, running his hand up the curve of her waist, ‘I’m warm and comfy here.’

‘And you don’t care about the vampires out there? At all?’

‘Vampires, Agent Scully? I thought they didn’t exist?’

She sighed and rolled her eyes, ‘they don’t. But there are people going missing, and we really should investigate that.’

‘Mm, I can think of something I’d much rather investigate,’ he rolled her onto her back, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, her sternum, her stomach.

‘Mulder!’ she cackled, wriggling in his arms and pulling him back up to capture his lips with her own.

‘Wait, what’s that?’ he tilted her cheek to the side with furrowed brow, brushed his fingertips down the side of her throat, and lingered over her carotid.

‘What is it? Mulder, what is it?’ she twisted in his grasp.

He flicked the light on, peered closer, before ducking in and pressing a kiss to her pulse-point, ‘it’s a hickey.’ A wide grin spread across his cheeks.

‘Mulder!’ she sat bolt upright, clamping a hand over her neck and scrambling to get to the mirror. He tackled her back to the bed, laughing loudly.

‘I think it’s hot.’

‘We have rules, Mulder. No marks above the neckline.’

He grinned into the soft flesh of her stomach, ‘if anyone asks, Scully, tell them it’s vampires.’

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