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omnitf · 3 years

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Stone Cold

“Coach said you have to get your shot, bro.”

I gazed at the meathead that had once been my fellow prisoner. He’d already donned the dog tags that were locked in his footlocker. Muscle rippled over his body as he gazed at me holding one of the biggest rifles I have ever seen in my life.

“Chapman, do you know what that is?” I asked as I eyed the gun warily. The caliber alone would be enough to splatter my brains all over the wall.

“The name’s Champ, bro.” He said it so casually, so matter-of-factly. Had they really brainwashed him so thoroughly?

“Your name is Lance Chapman, from Enfield, North Carolina. You specialize in computer programming, like me. We were brought here against our wills, remember?”

“Nah, bro.” “Champ” let out a deep vapid chuckle. His camouflage draped over his legs, but I could see the hints of growing muscle bunching, just waiting for a good pump to press them tightly against the confines of the cloth. “Coach wants my bod first, my brains second. Huhuh.” He grinned at me, revealing perfectly white and straightened teeth.

I’d hoped to reason with him, but it was clear he was beyond that. I brandished my own pair of dog tags. Like I said, computers were my thing, both programming and the hardware. It took me a while, but I managed to get my lockbox to open, too. And without reducing myself to a wannabe army poster boy. “I have my tags, Champ. You can’t keep me here. You know once I get my tags, I’m supposed to leave. I’m supposed to report to Coach, remember?”

“But you’re not gonna, are you, bro?” he asked seriously as his brow furrowed. “You just wanna get out.”

“I have to get out to see Coach, now don’t I?” The exit was right there in bold black lettering. The lock had already disengaged on cue when I seized my tags. I just needed to get past him. If I could distract him somehow or incapacitate him, I could run.

Chapman spread his legs in a broader stance as he planted himself firmly in front of the door. “You’re not ready to see Coach yet, little bro. And Coach hasn’t called you.”

“I am ready.”

“Prove it.”

I knew a few basics from martial arts training in my youth. I’d been fortunate enough to keep up the practice in my free hours. The meathead in front of me may have had a weapon, but we were in tight quarters. It would be difficult to get that barrel pointing at me if I could stay close. And while he may have had raw strength, I had experience. I also still had my wits about me. I sighed and let my shoulders droop as I approached him. “Look, Champ, just ... let me go, okay? You and I both know this is wrong. It’s against the law to kidnap someone.”

“No can do, little bro. Coach says we need more training. Coach says we have a project to help with. Coach says muscle CHAMPs like me need to train and obey. I listen to Coach. I obey. This Champ o—”

The mantra was what I was waiting for. It doesn’t matter how big you get if you haven’t got the trained reflexes to deal with a sudden change yet. And Chapman’s mind had been either short circuited or rewired to reinforce his thuggery. I’d heard it enough times through the door. It wasn’t soundproofed. I think that was deliberate on the part of this “Coach” to give us a taste of what’s in store. Demoralizing a captive is a large part of ensuring that he or she remains compliant, after all. And I’d heard enough, “This meathead obeys,” to know this was a fulltime operation made heavy on the brainwashing. It had to be to change someone so drastically. This wasn’t just a sign of subtle change. This was downright breaking them and building them back up again into the equivalent of obedient machines.

In this case, it played in my favor, and I hate to think of it this way, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was grateful for it. The mantra made him vulnerable. I laid a hand gently on his shoulder, being sure to get close enough that he couldn’t put the barrel against me. His eyes were glassy and unseeing as he uttered the mantra that he and everyone else like him had been conditioned to speak.

Then I took him down. It was simple to sweep his feet out from under him, and the move flowed like water. Bruce Li would be proud. I followed up with a heavy blow to the side of his head with my boot. Part of our imprisonment had included removing our personal affects, so I had no idea where my street clothes were. I didn’t give the blow enough force for any serious damage, but it would be enough to daze him, maybe even knock him out if I was lucky.

I threw the door open while he groaned on the floor. I managed all of maybe two steps before my arms was seized and I was slammed against the wall. I swear, my bones vibrated from the impact. I saw a helmet with a reflective visor and the broadest chest I had ever seen in my life. This man was huge. And unfortunately for me, he was also very skilled. My arm was yanked behind my back faster than I had time to process. He pulled, and I felt my socket strain to send stabs of pain through my arm and neck. Another faceless mook strode forward. But unlike Chapman, this one was decked in full body armor.

“Well done, recruit. You’ve passed Coach’s test. You will serve in Coach Stone’s cyber unit and in Research and Development. You will obey.”

“Like hell, I will,” I swore. That rewarded me with another painful jerk of my arm while a targeted blow forced me to my knees.

“Meathead recruit will comply.” The man withdrew a syringe from a side pocket and tapped the chamber to dislodge any air bubbles, then pulled off the protective cap with a deliberate casual air of the well-practiced. The substance was green, and the soldier had no qualms over pulling my sleeve up. I squirmed, but a yank of my other arm followed by a crushing iron grip on my free arm left me tense as he stabbed the needle into my arm and depressed the syringe. He removed the needle casually and replaced the cap, then inserted the syringe into another pouch.

The two visored faces stared at one another for the briefest of moments in a silent exchange. Then they nodded as the one who injected me rose, turned and entered the room where I had been held prisoner. A low groan emanated from the space, followed by a series of loud cracks.

“Rise, meathead. Follow.”

The voice that emanated in reply was deeper than I remembered. “This meathead obeys...” An even greater shock greeted me when the lumbering brute emerged. Chapman’s muscle mass had increased dramatically, and the man’s skull had completely reformed. Sharp, angular, square features blunted his face now, and his eyes were a vivid shade of green. The oversized gun didn’t look so ridiculous for him anymore.

“What the hell...?” I murmured.

“Meathead Champ will listen to orders. Meathead Champ will obey. Meathead Champ will fire on his roommate on command. Meathead Champ will prepare to fire now.”

“What?” I balked. I wanted to squirm again, but once more, my captor brought me to heel. I tried to shift out of his grip, but the hold was too strong. Even if I went limp, he’d still be able to haul me back up again. That didn’t stop me from trying, however.

I heard a whine not unlike the sound you hear in a sci-fi movie when a blaster is being charged or a bomb is being primed. The barrel was soon directed at my face. My heart hammered as Chapman uttered his mindless acknowledgement.

“Meathead Champ obeys. This meathead is ready to fire.”

“Fire.”

There was light, a strange tingling that bordered on the pleasant, and then blackness. I came to in an empty barracks. When I rose, everything felt ... heavy, awkward. The sight of the muscles bulging against the fabric of my shirt was more than enough to unsettle me as my throat clenched and my mouth went dry. I wanted to scream, but at the same time I knew better. I journeyed over my torso, my arms, everything. All of it felt in order, albeit significantly enhanced. It was my face I dreaded the most. And true to my fears, I could feel each sharply defined contour from my own transformation that was doubtless facilitated by the rifle. As a test, I ran through pi to see just how far in the infinite decimal sequence I could get. Then I searched through the other parts of my brain. I felt no compulsion, no absentmindedness, no blank emptiness or cotton or wool. I was clear, surprisingly so, given how quickly my mind seemed to jump from place to place.

“Comfortable?”

The question came out of nowhere, and I balked and bawled as my body sent me crashing into another bunk with the increased force of my new mass.

“Well, clearly not anymore,” the voice replied urbanely. I rounded on the figure only to see a man standing at least a head taller than I. His manner was relaxed and composed. His blond hair flickered like silver in the light. And though he was completely relaxed, his body oozed that smug command and intimidation that subconsciously demanded respect from those around him. “Please, take a moment to acclimate yourself. I find a blow to the shins is never pleasant.”

I decided to stick with sitting, rather than rick another launch with a body I had absolutely no experience with. “Who ... are you?” I winced at the depth of my voice. Logic only dictated it would have changed with the rest of my physique, but I had hoped it wouldn’t.

“A scientist of sorts. Biochemistry is my specialty, though I’ve branched out into many other fields.” He chuckled. “Why don’t you just stay there and we’ll have a nice chat between the two of us?” He lowered his broad frame onto the bed I had just launched myself from and gazed at me with vivid blue eyes. “My name is Stone. And you doubtless have many questions and expletives you want to voice, most likely not in that order.”

I felt like a broken record as curse after curse and swear after swear flowed out of me in an invective tirade. Denunciations and questions boomed from me like the retort of a cannon, emphasized by a number of curses and swears until that was all I heard winding down ... and down ... and down....

“Are you finished?”

A plaintive, almost defeated, “Fuck,” hissed from me as I rested my head in two massive hands.

“Glad you could get that out of your system. Now, do you have any real questions you wanted to ask me?”

“Why?” I finally managed to ask.

“You’re a programmer. You should understand. If a program doesn’t work the way it’s intended, you go into the code, find the bug, and fix it. Sometimes it’s messy work, but the end result is worth it. I’m doing that on a global scale, or at least I will in time. Getting rid of bigotry, erasing the divide between the strong and the weak to produce a better world for everyone.”

“You broke Chapman.”

“Champ is happy where he is. He chose it. He wanted it. You two had virtually the same IQ scores and talents, at least when it came to computer engineering and programming. Unlike you, though, Champ was fighting conditions that would make it so that he could never enjoy the same level of fitness and activity that you do. Such a lack eventually results in fantasies, a longing to experience what one never has had. Chapman threw it all away because he reveled in the chance to grow and swell. And, I admit, I fed that desire while he tried to hack the mainframe. I let him see where he would ultimately end up. And I gave him a simple choice. He accepted my offer to obey. He lied to you, pretended to fail, and complied with everything I told him whenever he signed in. He is living his fantasy now, and is deliriously happy to be receiving training as a part of my Meatheads.

Rage curled my lip, but I couldn’t do a thing. I wanted to lunge at the man, strangle him, but my body wouldn’t comply. All I could do was sit and watch.

“You may have noticed by now, but my meatheads can’t do anything against me. I’m their authority figure, their alpha. Or as they like to call me, Coach. You can’t attack me because I told you to stay there. And though you may want to deny it, I know that deep down, you’re enjoying the sensation of your new body just as much as Champ is.”

“How?”

“My formula.” He shrugged his massive shoulders. “It’s not perfect yet, but the iterations I’ve produced from my original notes have been very useful in extending my control. I don’t want to be a dictator, but I’m not about to let the world stay as it is either. Shadow politics, assassinations, pointless bombings and wars, genocides, suicides. This world is a mess. I have the tools to fix that mess once and for all. And I intend to do just that. To sum it up for you, I’m my original test subject. And the formula worked wonders for me as a result, but it also rendered me ... incapacitated for a time. As a result, much of my research was lost, and I’ve had to rebuild using different iterations of my creation until I can find that special mix. On the plus side, as derivatives of my original formula, it seems that anyone exposed automatically becomes subservient to me. It makes things much simpler when dealing with intruders and espionage. It also helps with recruiting.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me?”

“Because I wanted you to sample the goods. That, and because there are still those who can resist the full effects of my injections and other sources of integration for a certain period of time. As I said, the formula still needs work. But I like to use the less effective iterations for special cases like you. Your specialty in coding and computer engineering is something I need right now. And I want you to keep your mind focused on the task at hand, rather than on weights and muscle. That’s why I’m assigning you to our MEAT department.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I think we both know you can’t.” Stone smirked. “For the record, MEAT stands for Muscle Enhancement and Accelerated Transformation. You’ll be helping us to design and improve a number of methods and technologies to help smooth subject transitions into becoming Meatheads. And more importantly, on how to preserve their skills and knowledge while still incorporating them into the collective. In other words, research and development. Your specialty, if I recall correctly.”

“I don’t want to.”

Stone chuckled. “On the contrary. I think you do.”

“I do—” My tongue stuck. My jaw locked. I tried again. “I do—” Again, I had the same problem. Again, I couldn’t finish. “I ... do....”

Stone’s smirk widened into a sneer. “Glad we got that settled. Oh, and for the safer ones, I want you to experiment on yourself. I’m intrigued to see just what a smart obedient Meathead will look and act like.

I groaned another curse, which only further emphasized my captor’s glee. “Spoken like a true Meathead.”

“Whatever....”

“That’s right. Whatever I say, Meathead.” The cocky arrogance was gone, leaving behind a chilling glare that could cut through diamond. “And you will address me with respect as either Coach Stone, Coach, or Sir. Do I make myself clear?”

I clenched my mouth shut.

“Answer me,” Stone demanded.

“Yes, ... Sir.”

“Good.” His eyes flashed as he rose from his position. “Now follow me. I’ll guide you to your lab. You have a lot of work ahead of you, don’t you, Meathead?”

I couldn’t stop myself as I rose to follow him. “Yes, Sir, Coach.”

“That’s right.” He chuckled. “On second thought, let’s get you dressed first. Then we can visit the lab.”

“Whatever you say, Coach.”

“Good boy,” he purred. I shuddered in revulsion, both at his cold dominance and ... at the jolt of pleasure that surged with that acknowledgement. If that was how it felt now, how would I feel after a few months or years of working under him? Would I be able to resist?

...

Would I even want to?

I shuddered again. Hopefully, I would be able to find a solution before Coach made me a permanent team member. Or worse yet, before I did.

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nymphigeon · 4 years

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From me, to you || 01

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.1k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): swearing, crime, a sex club, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of hybrid abuse, mentions of drugs, mentions of the mafia.

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you'll give it to him.

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The weather has been terrible lately. The summer heat has been replaced by cold days full of rain and wind. The sky is constantly grey with now and then a flash of light caused by the thunderbolt that decided to say hi. Leaves have turned brown, dying as the trees don’t have the resources to take care of them anymore.

The flock of people on the streets has all but disappeared, giving shops an opportunity to adjust their opening times. Animals feel the need to hide away more and leave to their homes underground or high up. Some even completely move to places where the sun shines brighter. Of course, because where the sun shines there is warmth.

Now sometimes autumn is associated with warm chocolate milk in front of the fire place wrapped up in a blanket. A slow song is playing in the background on low volume while you’re playing cards on the floor, or well most likely on a rug. Seated comfortably, your back against the sofa and your knees raised, nicely cuddled up into yourself, or perhaps someone else.

The sound of rain hitting the windows acts as a lullaby during your time inside. And if you do forcefully need to get out for a short time, the pleasant petrichor will softly welcome you. Or maybe this sounds more like winter? What does it matter, both seasons are cold.

At the time mother nature decided to shift it’s warmth to other places on earth, a thick layer of unease seemed to settle over the city. Like all the fun the sunrays brought were traded for despair. Awfully noticeable in how the amount of cases for the local police have risen dramatically.

People are staying at home so everyone who was hired during the busy summer has to be fired. There is too much staff otherwise. People in this particular town already aren’t the richest in the world, imagine what happens when employment rates drop.

Crimes have been a regular subject for the news. The few that did go outside, now stay at home out of fear. Curtains closed, lights out, please don’t enter my house. Or curtains opened, lights on, there is someone at home.

Most offenders have yet to been caught. Everyone is your enemy now. Don’t trust the neighbour who came home late last night. The sound of your glass falling is the window being broken. I’m calling the police.

While jewellery is being stolen at one side, someone will use the opportunity of the police being busy to kill the innocent. Or maybe they didn’t pay back the money they got from some sketchy dude in an alleyway down the street. Not so innocent anymore.

The only workers making bank at the moment are those with a career in law enforcement. Oh and those criminals were talking about. That includes hybrid dealers and unlicensed sex clubs.

When my boss called me to work, I didn’t expect to hear about a hybrid deal gone wrong inside said unlicensed sex club. Just for your information, treating hybrids like slaves has been long forbidden. You can own them, show off your wealth all you want, but the instant you hurt the half-animal you can see your money out the door. In return, you can expect expensive fines and imprisonment. At least that’s what is supposed to happen.

Still a blind eye is often turned to incidents involving hybrids by both the general public and law enforcements. You can also be fined for not turning in the information you have of a possible abuser, but say that’s also ignored, there is no other law backing the poor hybrid up.

The laws were originally established because the half-animals are also half-humans, created by some crazy scientist who perished years ago. Some rogue failed experiment turned on him. A warning for humans not to take in wild animal hybrids, not that anyone listened. Those wild animal hybrids are sometimes worth more money than the diamond necklace your mafia-boss husband got you.

The second I agreed to meet my colleagues at the crime scene I was hung up on, the beeping tone at my ear notifying me. I love the work I need to do, but I hate the people involved. It pays the bills though, so you won’t see me complaining. I get my stuff together and head out the house. It’s dark outside, raining too. The darkness might be explained by the fact that it’s 11 pm at night. Not the greatest time to be out. Luckily my job has provided me with a car, so you won’t see me walking.

During the ride the radio plays reports of different crimes throughout the city. Some happened at the exact same time, others had no connection whatsoever, yet they ended up being executed by the same group. Tv shows like CSI have been stuffing these sinners with the confidence to rob a place. The average criminal is luckily stupid enough not to know these shows don’t show the entire picture. However, that didn’t make them any easier to catch according to this radio report. On the other hand, what radio stations don’t know is that police won’t show them the entire picture either. Well they’re just there to spread panic, fact checking isn’t a job requirement.

The rain makes the view basically non-existent. Coming down like the angels are just throwing buckets of water over our heads, everything in the distance is blurry. Or maybe they just drank a lot, who knows. Weather reports have been warning for slippery roads, albeit I think they forgot to mention anything about nature made swimming pools outside of our houses.

Seeing as there is nothing good to report on the news they might as well downplay everything to give viewers their daily dose of good news. There is no good news though, and pretending that there is, is dangerous. Hope will only crush future expectations of being safe. Not that they care, they just need high ratings.

Seeing blurry blue and red lights in the distance is my indication that I’m getting close. I’ve never been to this part of town, if I had this so called sex club would’ve already been long gone. Don’t underestimate me, I can sense law breaking acts from a mile away. The fact that I don’t live too far away from addresses where everyone looks to be a drug addict just makes me better at my job.

I park my car next to the others at the side of the road and uncomfortably bend myself to take my bag from the backseat. I do not want to stand in this rain for longer than needed. I mentally prepare myself to get inside as fast as possible. I won’t worry about the sight inside too much, I’m used to it.

I get out of the car and lock it, before walking over to the barricade tape. The outside of the club looks the same as any other sexual fantasy indulging club. Pink lights and posters of men and women in nothing but flimsy underwear plaster the windows. If it wasn’t for the bunch of officers behind the barricade tape, nobody would’ve known there was somebody murdered inside.

Reporters collect themselves in front of officers close to the tape, trying to get any kind of information out of them. They’re not getting any, so they keep trying, foolishly believing we know any more than they do. Well maybe a little more.

Anyways, without proper investigation we are just as clueless as they are. I’ll applaud their dedication though, as not all reporters have brought an umbrella with them. Imagine getting soaking wet just to ask a few questions. They might not have a raincoat, but they’re all somehow protecting their camera’s one way or another.

As I get closer to the tape blocking outsiders from entering, reporters notice me approaching. If it wasn’t for my uniform they wouldn’t even have batted a lash in my direction. Right now apparently, I’m the most interesting human being on earth. Remembering my trainings I keep my head low and ignore every question thrown my way, until I reach the officer waiting for me.

“Ah, detective Y/F/N Y/L/N, we have been expecting you.” He allows me to duck under the tape, fore shaking my hand and placing a gentle hand on my lower back. The umbrella he’s holding protects me from arriving inside looking like I just had a shower with my clothes on. Like this, I get escorted inside, leaving the flashing camera’s behind me.

“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Another female detective greets me immediately once I step inside. The male officer gives me a nod ere disappearing back into the front garden of the club. Probably going to spend his time listening to silly questions and being blinded by light. At least he might make in on the front page of tomorrow’s newspapers. Maybe he’ll get scouted by some modelling agency just to appear on more front pages.

“David Brown, mid-thirties, and an employee at the club, Mia Labell, 23, both got killed after Brown tried to buy a hybrid of another man we can’t identify from the security footage. Both the hybrid and man wore a hood. We don’t know what went down inside the room as there are no camera’s inside and the walls are soundproof.” The woman, whose name is apparently Blair Miller as shown on the name badge on her chest, explains the situation while she leads me to the room.

“For an illegal sex club they are awfully professional.” I note, having paid close attention to her words. “Well if you don’t want to get outed by a customer I guess that’s the right thing to do. People value anonymity.” I add as the other female holds up a key card against a control panel to the right of a metal door.

The door slides open after a beep of confirmation. A young girl laying on the large bed in the middle is the first thing I lay my eyes on. The bed sheets are tainted completely red with her blood. Next to the bed lies a man, drowning in a puddle of his own blood. The bodies of the two still look like they could stand up at any moment. “Time of death?”

I walk further into the room, looking around for any other clues I should note. “Approximately 10.38 pm for both of them.” Blair answers, meekly standing in the door opening. “How did they rent the room?” I put on a pair of white latex gloves, before gently expecting the girl on the bed, without moving her from her position. Her hands are tied together, thick ropes cutting into her skin. A gag in her mouth, a blindfold covering her eyes and some lingerie complete the look.

“They wanted one girl for the three of them, paid, then took this room as any other customer would.” Dangerous, there is no way to keep these girls safe. No camera’s, just selling them off to multiple men at the same time. Is there any security around here? The two bodies contain multiple stab marks in their chest and stomach area. There are no signs of any strangling or poisoning. Cause of death for now is bleeding to death, but we’ll have to wait for the autopsy.

“Three?” I don’t look at Blair as I voice my questions. I’m good at multitasking, no need to focus on one thing only. “Mister Brown, the unnamed man and the hybrid.” They rented the girl as normal, then tied her up and proceeded to use the room for their business. Seeing as both died around the same time, the girl was alive during their exchange. We can’t exactly ask her anything right now though.

“How did the culprit leave?” You take a swab from under the fingernails of both bodies, hoping they might have scratched whoever did this. “Leisurely strolled outside the front door with the hybrid on a leash.” The poor hybrid must have witnessed everything. There was never a reason for this to happen. “These two were found by a cleaner going in not even a minute or two later.” It’s not my job to care. It’s not my job to ask either, but I’m not heartless, I am able to feel sympathetic.

“How are they doing?” I look at Blair for this one. Maybe because it’s a different type of question. “Shocked at first of course. They’ve calmed down now.” That makes me feel better. I’ve been doing this for over 2 years, and never will I be able to understand how someone could do this. Then again, the reason for becoming a criminal investigator was not to understand anyway, but to serve, to protect. And protect I will.

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nubnubblr · 3 years

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If You Do. 32 Handcuff Hideaway

THEA

"Do you have any classes for the next hour or so?" I asked Shawn. Everyone recovered quickly but there was still concern in their expressions that Mackenzie was going to walk back through that door and Shawn's world would fall apart.

"Nope," he shrugged taking a huge bite out of a burger.

"Does that mean you want to be my knight in sweaty armour?"

"That's gross," Charlie pulled a face.

"Where do you want to go?" Shawn ignored her comment.

"I want to do some shopping," I smiled sweetly.

"But you're crippled," Junsun smirked.

"The correct term is disabled and that never stops you," I retorted.

"How am I disabled?" he frowned.

"You're disabled in the brain," I huffed.

"I think that's referred to as being 'on the spectrum'" Austin commented.

"Fine, I'll go with you shopping," Shawn nodded devouring the rest of his meal.

"You're ditching me?" Charlie frowned.

"No, Doobin said he was having trouble remembering your choreo on top of the other classes he's taking, I figured you were going to help him out and that would have left me stuck here," I sent her a slight smirk.

"He doesn't need my help," she gave me a warning look.

"Actually, some help would be great," Doobin nodded.

"Seriously?" she asked in a flat tone.

"I mean if you don't want to, I'll just go ask one of the other students," he shrugged.

"Oh, come on, throw the kid a bone," Austin sided with Doobin. I had to cough to cover the laugh that almost burst from my throat.

"Fine, but you better pay attention because I'm not doing this again," she huffed.

"Right," but Doobin and I mumble together.

CHARLIE

I knew that he didn't want me to help with the choreography, he could do it in his sleep. But I wasn't going to boost his ego any more than it already was.

"So what part of the choreo is confusing your little brain?" I sighed following him into an empty practice room.

We have a few around the building, they were just small 5x3 meatre rooms with a mirror covering one wall and a door, there were no window and the rooms where soundproof so that several students could practise at the same time without disturbing or being disturbed by anyone. The doors also had locks on them, convenient.

"Why don't we start with something you know isn't small?"

"You're attitude?" I raised an eyebrow.

He just smirked, let out a slight laugh, then his face turned dark with lust, he took a step towards me and instinctively I took one back leaving me pressed up against the wall, with nowhere to go. His lips connected with my neck and a small moan escaped my lips, I felt his smirk on my neck before he relocated his mouth to mine. I wanted to curse myself for giving in so easily but the logic in my brain evaporated the longer Doobin's lips assaulted mine.

"If you want me to stop just say so," his husky voice whispered inside my ear. I didn't trust my voice so I just didn't say anything, he waited a few moments before taking my silence as permission to continue.

I was lost in my train of thought as we slid to the floor, he stretched my hands over my head with one hand, logic slammed back into me when I felt the cold metal clamp around my wrists.

"What are you doing?" I frowned.

"Having a little fun,"

"What if someone tries to come in?"

"The door is locked, and the room is soundproof. But if you want me to unlock you then that's fine, just thought it would be fun," he shrugged.

I don't know why, and I wasn't even sure when I had decided it would be fine, but the words seemed to fall from my mouth before my brain had the chance to run them through a logic filter. Instead of saying what I should have said, being the responsible adult and his teacher, I said;

"Leave them on,"

I wanted to throw everything, I had to step away from my desk so that I didn't throw anything breakable or important. I was trying to function on barley any sleep, Austin has stolen so much money that I wasn't able to give a lot of shifts out to my staff and I even had to let a few go. They were understanding about the whole situation, but not being able to use my staff meant that I had to cover the shifts. Thea still came in and worked the kitchen, but she didn't say anything to me, she just showed up, did her job, and left. So my day usually went; up at 3 a.m, work at the bakery until 6a.m, come home and get a few hours sleep, usually 3 or 4, then wake up but no later than 10 a.m, set up the bar, re-stock the shelves, do ordering, open, serve customers until closing at 1a.m, clean the bar, maybe eat something, quick shower, sleep for an hour, and repeat.

So, I was overworked, overtired, understaffed, and severely stressed. I had been to the bank about a loan, but they felt like I was too much of a risk, I had reported Austin to the police, but I wasn't hopeful about getting my money back, I should probably talk to one of the boys about it because I know they would help out in the bar but they hadn't been home since I slept with Olivia, it was pretty clear they know about it, also I vaguely remembered hearing Charlie's voice.

I'd been feeling guilty about that since it happened, not just because of her technically being Sam's girl-whatever, or because it was Jae's bed, or even the whole Thea situation. Don't get me wrong, I felt bad about all of that, but I had also realised that I had kind of been seeing Somin, and I mean, we weren't dating per say but it's not okay to show someone that you're interested in them and the go and slept with someone else. That's not the type of person I am, but I haven't really been acting like myself lately.

Pushing my friends away, keeping secrets, sleeping with strangers, getting angry for no reason. Okay, not for no reason, but in from the point of view from everyone else it is for not reason because I haven't told them what's going on.

Maybe I should just sell my car.

THEA

"I still don't understand why you haven't already done your Christmas shopping," Shawn frowned at me as we made our way back to the dance studio. We had been gone about an hour and a half, long enough for Mackenzie to be long gone, and for Charlie and Doobin to have finished, 'dancing'.

"I have most of it done, shut up, like you have any Christmas shopping done," I huffed defensively.

"I only have to buy for a handful of people, and I'm not Miss Overly Organised, which is why I'm surprised that you're Christmas shopping wasn't don't in like July," he retorted.

Okay, it was actually already done, but in September, not July. I just needed a reason to get Shawn to stay out shopping when he was insisting on my getting off my foot. Besides I found some things that I just had to buy for Charlie.

"Maybe you should have used this time to do your Christmas shopping,"

"I still have time,"

"Christmas is in like 8,"

"Yeah, that's 8 days full of time to buy things,"

"When there is nothing left in the shopping centres that qualifies as good gifts, you'll regret waiting," I shook my head at him.

"It's the thought that counts," he tried to counter,

"And apparently they're the last thought," I retorted.

"Has anyone ever told you that they can only handle you in small doses?" he huffed at me.

"All the time," I nodded as we walked into 1Million, well technically I hobbled but I wasn't about to admit that.

"Shit. I have a class in 10 minutes," Shawn groaned.

"I thought you said you were free?"

"I forgot about it, I'll catch up to you later," he rushed off.

I looked around for Charlie, she didn't seem to be anywhere maybe she was still with Doobin? Her car was still out the front, and she wouldn't leave me here anyway. She had to be with Doobin, I should probably find them before Shawn stubbled across them.

"You're back," Doobin nodded towards me, he was standing in the doorway of one of the classrooms. I looked around him to see if Charlie was in there. She wasn't.

"Yeah, have you see Charlie?"

"I have," he smirked.

"Okay, stupid question. Do you know where she is?"

"Of course," he nodded still smirking.

"Well are you going to tell me?" I sighed.

"She's in that room," he nodded towards one of the practise rooms.

"Thank you,"

"Thea," he called as I turned away from him.

"What?"

"You might need these," he handed me a set of small keys.

"These look too small to unlock the door," I thought out loud.

"They're not for the door," he smirked, I frowned and began to ask him what they were for but he turned and walked into the classroom, that Shawn was teaching.

I headed over to the door he had pointed towards turned the handle, but it was locked. I thought he had said that the key wasn't for the door. I knocked just in case I had the wrong door. Then realised that the rooms were sound proof so I wasn't sure she would even hear it, so I rattled the handle.

CHARLIE

The door handle turned and shook, if whoever was on the other side was calling me, I couldn't hear them, the downside to a soundproof room. Did I risk opening the door to see if it was Doobin with the keys? What if it was one of the other boys? How did I explain being naked and handcuffed in a practice room? I didn't. Which left me with no other option but to wait until Doobin decided to come and save me. Even though he is the reason that I'm stuck in this situation to begin with.

My phone started buzzing in my pants pocket on the floor. I maneuverer my way towards them and somehow managed to answer the call, only because it was Thea. I hit the loudspeaker button.

"Hey,"

"Hey, opened the door,"

"Why?"

"Because Doobin gave me a key and said that you would need it,"

"Where is he?"

"In Shawn's class,"

"And where is everyone else?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"So, if I open the door, you're the only one out there?"

"Well, other than the reception staff but they're all busy. Why are you being weird?"

"Okay, I'm unlocking the door, but hurry up," I sighed working my way to my feet. I unlocked the door and quickly ducked behind it just in case anyone looked over to see what Thea was up too.

"Why are you being so weir..." Thea started at me.

"Close the door!" I snapped.

She pushed it closed and tried to cover a laugh with a cough. May have actually worked, if she didn't just laugh instead.

"What?" was all she could manage to get out between laughs.

"Shut up and give me the keys," I snapped.

"And you think you're going to be able to unlock those cuffs by yourself?" she raised an eyebrow once she stopped laughing, although she still managed to chuckle at me.

"Yes," I cursed the doubt that found its way into my voice.

"Do you want me to uncuff you?" she giggled.

"I want you to stop being a jerk, but I guess I'll take the uncuffing," I sighed, she held her laughter until I said uncuffing, for some reason she found that hysterical.

"Thea!"

"Oh, wait, I have the perfect thing for you!" she beamed.

"Like the keys to these cuffs?"

"Yeah, yeah, in a second," she rolled her eyes rummaging through the bags in her hands.

"Bro, I'm literally standing here naked," I was starting to get a little annoyed.

"Yeah, I know, I'm about to fix that,"

"You could just give me the damn keys and I could get dressed!"

"Yeah, but that wouldn't be nearly as entertaining. Ah! Here it is," she smirked pulling a jacket from one of her bags.

"I have clothes over there,"

"Yeah, but this works sooo much better, I saw this in a shop and had to buy it for you, because you're technically Doobin's professor, I got you a professor jacket, with elbow pads!" she unfolded the grey checked jacket, brown patched covered the elbows.

"I hate you, now uncuff me,"

"Argh, fine," she rolled her eyes.

THEA

I uncuffed her and she basically kicked me out of the practice room, she's so touchy sometimes. I watched Shawn's dance class through the glass door. Doobin seemed pretty pleased with himself, he caught my eye through the door and smirked at me, I suppose that the fact I was the only other person who knew about the two gave him a small kick, considering that he could basically brag about it with one look.

"Let's go," Charlie came out of the

SAM

"I want food," Jae whined lounging across the edge of the couch.

"Then go get something," I shrugged.

"Are you kidding me? The last time I took food out of that crazy dwarfs kitchen she withheld food from me for like a week,"

"It was an hour, and that's because you were so annoying she didn't want to listen to you anymore,"

"Yeah, well, it felt like a week,"

"Then order something,"

"That takes too long to get here, and it costs money,"

"You can wait until she gets home,"

"Can you message them and see how long they're going to be?"

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I don't know where my phone is," he whined

"You're literally staring at it,"

"Shh, busy," he muttered scrolling through Tumblr.

SAM: Hey, where are you guys? Jae is complaining he's hungry and I'm worried he is going to eat me.

I wasn't expecting her to reply so quickly but she replied before I could relock my phone.

CHARLIE: Just waiting for Thea to get her braces off, not sure how long it will take.

"Charlie doesn't know how long she is going to be,"

"They went shopping, how much can two poor girls even buy?" he huffed.

"They're at the dentist, Thea is getting her braces off," I rolled my eyes. He paused, looked at me and smirked.

"Come on," he stood up.

"What?"

"We'll go get food, Thea is going to be in so much pain when she gets back," he beamed.

"You don't need to sound so happy about it," I frowned.

"Yes, I do. Do you know how easy it is to annoy her when she's in pain, and then she does that thing where she get huffy and hurts herself, it's hilarious, but I'll even buy her food to make up for it,"

"Really?" I looked at him sceptically.

"I mean, you'll pay for it because I lost my wallet, but sure," he shrugged.

"Of course, you did," I rolled my eyes.

"I think I left it next to or on my bed, so it may as well be lost, who knows what naked parts of BM have touched that," he shuttered.

"Okay fine," I sighed.

"Keys," he held his hand out.

"Why?"

"Because you still can't drive? Do you think I'm going to walk there and like go into the building with those people?"

"Those people? Who are also going to buy fast food because their too lazy to cook for themselves?"

"If you were supposed to cook for yourself they wouldn't have invented cars and drive throughs, are you going to mope around here daydreaming about Charlie or are you going to come on this adventure with me?"

"We're going on an adventure?"

"It's modern-day hunting, come on Samwise," he stood.

"Does that make you Frodo?" I raised an eyebrow following him.

"I feel more like a Gandalf, wise and magical,"

"More like Radagast," I commented.

"Charlie likes him better anyway," he shrugged.

CHARLIE

The boys weren't there when we got home, or at least Sam's car wasn't and he still can't drive so unless Jae decided to go out and take Sam's car, which wasn't likely.

"I thought the boys were staying again?" Thea frowned.

"Maybe they went to get a change of clothes," I shrugged.

"Hopefully they don't come back, the last thing I need right now is Jae and his stupid face,"

"Are you sure you two don't have a thing for each other?" I raised an eyebrow.

"If by 'a thing' you mean do I want to stab him with a sword? Then yes, but if you mean in the general sense, then I would rather stab myself with a sword," she pulled a disgusted face.

"You two just seem really interested in where each other are," I shrugged.

"I am in enough pain right now; do you have to make me want to vomit as well?" she sighed.

"Shouldn't you be pain-free after having your braces off?"

"You would think so, after two years with the pressure moving my teeth you would think the release would be amazing, not painful,"

"Then again, it's been two years of pressure, what happens when you release the pressure after you hurt yourself?"

"Intense pain," she groaned collapsing into the couch.

"There are painkillers in the kitchen, do you want me to get them?"

"I'll get them, hot coffee might help with the pain," she sighed.

"Alright,"

"Do you want water in the kettle?" she asked.

"I'm good," I shook my head.

She just nodded leaving the room, I checked my messages to see if Sam and sent one letting me know where he had gone, he hadn't.

CHARLIE: Hey, where are you guys?

SAM: Jae decided he would have me buy us food, he thought it would be entertaining to get things Thea can't eat and eat it in front of her.

CHARLIE: Forget his wallet again?

SAM: Apparently he lost it

CHARLIE: I bet you it's in his pocket

"Where are these painkillers?" Thea asked, she walked into the lounge room pulling the door with her.

"On the shelf about the kettle,"

"They're not," she shook her head.

"Maybe they're in my bedroom," I got up, she turned around to leave the room, the door handle wouldn't turn.

"Not funny," I frowned at her.

"Not kidding," she frowned back.

"Seriously?"

"I must have hit the lock on the way in,"

"You locked us in the lounge room?"

"I mean not if your bedroom window isn't locked," I thought about it, I had locked it a few nights ago, there was a breeze that came into my room and the window only stayed securely closed if it was locked.

"Is yours?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Paranoid," she pointed at herself.

"So you locked us in the lounge room," I sighed.

"I mean only technically, we can just call one of the boys to come to save us," she shrugged.

"Jae and Sam only went to get food, they'll be back soon,"

"See, we're fine," she shrugged again.

"I'll text Sam and ask them to hurry up,"

SAM

CHARLIE: Hey, can you guys be quick, Thea locked us in the lounge room

"We don't need anything else?" I asked as Jae pulled out of the parking lot.

"No, why? Do you miss Charlie already?"

"No, the girls are locked in the lounge room, Charlie wants us to come save them,"

"How did they...?" he because.

"Thea," I cut him off.

"Of course," he shook his head.

"Well, let's go to the Zoo then," he smirked, which probably meant he wasn't going to save them straight away.

"The Zoo?"

"Their lounge room is basically entirely windows, which means we can eat and enjoy the show,"

"Charlie will kill you,"

"Probably," he shrugged not seeming too phased by the idea.

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This isn’t exactly a request,,, but instead born from a Tumblr group chat I’m a part of! Hope you all can still enjoy! Death Is Scary : A Modern Vampire Hubert Fic

Word Count: 2,440

There’s small interactions, and there’s large ones. In life, sometimes we don’t know what one is at the time we’re interacting. Y/N’s story is just that. It’s the story of how she became entranced by a real live Vampire. But, the story doesn’t start with the Blood Eagles.

It starts at a newly opened bar called “The Black Eagles” just across from the hospital she worked at. She was a surgical intern, fresh out of college, and just done with her first shift. She sat her elbows up on the counter, resting her face in her hands.

“Rough day?” Asked a sweet voice. He had long orange hair, which he was tying up. “Name is Ferdinand, but you can call me Ferdie. I’m taking orders at the tables, but I’m sure Hubert will take good care of you.” “I can introduce myself, Ferdinand.” Said a taller man. Y/N saw Ferdinand sigh, stepping away. It’s as though Hubert coming in front of Y/N brought the bar to life. A brunette started singing in a beautiful voice on the stage. He was tall and dark, as well as pale and thin. Pale seemed to be a trait of everyone there, however. All except the customers, who were now coming in groups of two or three.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked. He pulled out a glass, but Y/N spotted an espresso machine behind him.

“Uhm, can I just get a cup of espresso to start with, please? I’m exhausted… Hubert, was it?” She asked. No one else was coming and sitting at the bar, instead getting tables served by a Green-Haired man, a Purple-Haired girl, and Ferdinand. He smiled at her. “Good choice, I’ll have it out in a moment. I enjoy coffee myself, whenever I’m not working that is.” “Did you all move here from somewhere?” She asked. “You seem to know each other pretty well.” “Indeed. We’re all… Childhood friends from Chicago. Of course, we decided to move here and open a bar once we got the money together. New York is a better place for a bar.” He placed her coffee, putting it in front of her. “Too many people alone, and not enough seats for them all.”

“That’s New York, yeah. I’m a surgical intern at the Hospital across the street.” She took a sip, and Hubert’s grin expanded as her face lit up. “God, that’s good! That… Might just be the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

“Enough to keep you coming back?”

“Definitely.” She said. He chuckled at her response.

“Where’d you go to school?” He asked. Fuck, finally he had found someone interesting. Everyone he met was always the same. Hitting on him for free drinks, or not talking at all. Sometimes, they had a friend. No one who smelled so sweet… was ever sweet. Maybe that’s why he talked to her until 1:50 in the morning. Just her and one other couple.

“You should leave before the bar closes.” He took her cup, beginning to clean it. “I’ll cover this cup if you do.” She put cash out in front of him. “Thank you for speaking with me.” “I’ll probably be back tomorrow after work. I didn’t even realize how late it was.” She yawned, despite the coffees. “Will you be here tomorrow?” “Yes.” You should stay away Y/N… Sweet blood like yours shouldn’t return here. I could smell you from miles away. Why must you make this difficult? Why must you be someone I enjoy?

She smiled, stepping away from him and leaving. She didn’t notice that the couple behind her didn’t leave.

She came back, week after week. Coffee after coffee. Men would hit on her, buying her drinks that she would tell Hubert to pour out. She would talk to him about work, coworkers, everything. He would even bring up the increased number of missing people, she would just shrug it off. So naive. The police shrugged them off too, amounted them to usual New York crime.

It was the 20th of the month where Hubert realized just how much she… Complicated things for him.

“1:50, Y/N. Go home.” She leaned up and… Kissed him. It was so quick… Why? Just to tease him? No, he needed her sweet smell so close again.

“Walk me home tonight, Hubie.” She had picked up on Dorothea’s nickname for him. But with her face… Her expression. He looked at the other customers… He could skip the meal tonight. “You’re the one who always brings up the murders, and maybe you’ve managed to actually scare me. So, walk me home.” He took out his phone, texting Edelgard that he had to leave and wouldn’t eat tonight. He went around, taking Y/N’s hand and nodding to Ferdinand. He walked out with her into the cold night.

He was holding hands with her. Was this the first time he had felt this way about a human? Her sweet scent was no longer the only tie he had to her. It was her stupid smile. Her naivete. Her laughter. She was laughing and smiling with her while they walked. She was the only person who made him smile without being a guaranteed meal.

The moment he stepped into that small apartment, it was definitely Y/N’s. “Thank you for walking me, Hubert. Are you going to head back, or do you wanna stay a while? Just know, I might fall asleep if we watch-” He cut her off, pinning her against a wall and kissing her. She was kissing back. Was she in love with him? Was he in love with her? Her lips tasted good, maybe better than meals usually did.

He looked her in the eyes when they disconnected. “Why did you bring me here? Was it really to turn on TV?” He twisted a piece of her hair with his fingers. “Or was there… Something else you’d prefer?” She was blushing. She was so cute.

She kissed him again. She didn’t try to leave him as he picked her up from under her thighs. He wouldn’t dream of dropping her. He was even gentle when he kissed other parts of her body… He didn't come close to biting her once. Tonight wasn’t the night for that. When she was falling asleep, she had her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. She was so peaceful… He wanted to stay with her like that forever.

That was the first time they broke the 1:50 AM routine. They would kiss once in a while, however. Dorothea thought it was cute, and had gotten everyone to agree.

At the end of the month, however, when Y/N came to him again, it was different. She walked in in a shoulderless red dress. She also had on black heels. Women can’t run in heels. Edelgard saw the look in Hubert’s eyes. She knew it was the night.

“I don’t have work tomorrow, Hubie.” Y/N had said when she sat down. She was too perfect. “So, if you want to walk me home again tonight…” She looked down, her face red. Of course he wanted to have that night with her again, but his way this time. “Also, I’d like an Irish Coffee this time.”

He grinned at her. “I’ll have it out for you in a moment.”

At 2AM, the lucky remaining couple was taken to a back room. Hubert kept Y/N distracted with kisses and romantic nothings.

That was… until the lights went out. The backroom was soundproofed, so she had no idea what was coming. He was so used to prey trying to run, but she didn’t. He walked up behind her, near silently. She was laughing. “Hubert… Everyone else is gone. What are you doing?”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind. It was so silent, he could hear only a radio that Ferdinand always had on in the kitchen. He held her arms to her body tightly as he put his lips to her neck. She giggled, he found that she was ticklish as he began to hum the tune against her warm skin.

“I love you.” She said through her laughter. He was going to respond, but-

Normally runaways don’t happen. Why was the woman tonight a fighter. He heard her open the screaming. She was calling for help. Someone had forgotten to lock the door… rookie mistake.

“IdontwannadieIdontwannadie-”

“Quiet.” Edelgard said. She must have pinned the woman to the floor by now. Y/N was completely still, and Hubert held her more tightly. They could hear her crying while she was slowly dragged across the floor.

“It’ll be over soon.” Bernadetta said. They heard the door open and close again, as the woman’s crying vanished.

Y/N could feel the tight hold Hubert had on her. She wasn’t smiling anymore. She couldn’t help but start crying, and Hubert put his face next to her neck again. “Shh… Shh…” He whispered against her skin.

“Please Hubert… Please don’t kill me…”

“They didn’t treat her as well as I am going to treat you. I apologize for you having to hear something like that. And don’t worry, you’re not going to die.” He felt her beginning to squirm a little. “If you run, there’s a good chance Caspar will get you. He doesn’t have control like me, so you have to stay still.”

She stopped moving. “Who are you all? Tell me the truth.”

“We’re the Blood Eagles. We’re one of the three oldest clans of Vampires. Our oldest member is Edelgard, and the newest is Bernadetta. Those vampire stories that tell you that we can feed on creatures other than humans are false. We exclusively feed on human blood.” He explained. “The more I explain now, the more frightened you will be. While I feed, I want you to remember that I love you too.”

She squirmed again, and his grip got tighter. “Quit squirming, or else I’ll miss, and it will be painful.” She stopped again. She could still hear the radio. “If the radio soothes you, I suggest you focus on that. In a moment, I will flip out my fangs. Then, I’m going to lick you. While my fangs are out, my saliva will have the ability to numb you. If it hurts at any time, let me know, and I will pull out my fangs and numb you again. You will lose the ability to move your body, if you do not pass out first.”

She could feel his breathing against her neck. Somehow, his breath was the only comfortable thing about the moment. “Do you promise I’m not going to die?”

“I promise. Now, count to three out loud.” He stated.

Her voice was shaky. “One…” She felt him lick her neck. “Two…” Were those hard things against her neck his fangs? “Three.” As soon as she said three, she felt his lips on her neck. Was he sucking? She could really tell. She felt his grip loosen. She felt him begin caressing her, being so careful with her as she heard soft pop on the radio.

It was so easy to close her eyes… and just drift away. But would that be the end of her life? Just Hubert latched to her neck, drinking her blood away?

No. She felt him detach himself from her. He was holding her from behind. “Good… You’ve been so good… You can rest, Y/N. You can rest on me now.” She leaned back against him. She was alive, and he wasn’t drinking her blood anymore.

She couldn’t stay awake anymore, and darkness overtook her.

Was she in her bed? No, this room was too dark, it definitely wasn’t hers. Someone was stroking her hair. They were humming, too. She quickly recognized the humming. “Hubert…?” She whispered. She realized she must be laying up against him. She felt one of his arms across her, and his legs were criss-crossed to hold her. “You’re finally awake. Good. I’ve never attempted to keep anyone alive before, especially not anyone as… Delicious as you. I was almost afraid I had overdone it. Of course, when you’re done waking up, there are some things we have to decide on.” He spoke softly. He was hoping not to startle her, as their last encounter had not gone ideally.

“Where am I?” She asked.

“You’re in my room. And I promise, there isn’t going to be any more crying or people coming in. The door is certainly locked this time.” He responded.

“So, that night was real?” “Yes.” “So… am I a Vampire or something?” She asked. Hubert started chuckling. “No, not yet anyway.” He said. “And that’s where your options come in.” “My options?” “Yes. As far as it goes, you have three. I should let you know, however, that your blood has quite a scent. It’s why Ferdinand talked to you on the first night, and why I didn’t just leave you alone. Your first option is to become a blood bank for me, and I would feed from you every two weeks in exchange for protection. The only condition would be that you couldn’t donate blood, however I’m sure they would let you know that at your next doctor's appointment. You would also have to move with the Blood Eagles, or else I wouldn’t be able to protect you.” He said. “What are my other options?” She asked.

“Option two is that I finish you off. It’s as painless as last time, and you just go to sleep. You die, and it’s the end of your story.” She shook her head, and he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. “In option three, you become a Blood Eagle. You stay with us until you either starve or get hunted, but you live forever more or less.”

He kissed her forehead. She thought about it for a bit, but with Hubie… The choice was obvious. Hubert had known what she would pick as well. After all…

“Hello! How are you this evening?” A dumb blonde was sitting at a table next to her boyfriend. Were they both already drunk? The waitress looked over at Hubert, who nodded back.

“Tonight’s Top Story, Another disappearance in New York. Just after the discovery of the bodies of a young couple, a surgical intern named Y/N L/N has gone missing. If you have any details, please contact authorities.” “Wow. Another.” The boyfriend said.

“Well… Death is scary, isn’t it?” The waitress said. “Anyway, what can I get you two lovebirds started with?”

#vampire!hubert #hubert von vestra #fe3h hubert #hubert x reader

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sweetmemories2606 · 5 years

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Emergency (Gruvia and NaLu Fanfic)

Wrote this one-shot for @jfangirld since today is her birthday.

Sorry this is a little late. I hope you've had an amazing day!

Title: Emergency

Pairings: Gruvia/NaLu/Luvia brotp

Summary: Everyone believed that Lucy had been saved by Wendy and Chelia, but the truth was much more complicated than that.

Warning: IMPORTANT!! This story is the prequel of If They Knew, so you gotta read that one first if you want to understand what happens.

Word Count: 2.000

Happy reading, everyone!

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January of X791

Juvia watched the unconscious man below her, relieved that he was breathing normally again. “There you go, my love.”

Gray stirred, but didn’t wake up. She assumed he would remain unconscious for a while after having been knocked out by the leaders of the cult they had come to arrest.

The mission had seemed rather simple when they had taken the flyer a couple days before, but as it turned out these people were expert magic users and they were light on their feet.

They had made defeating Gray look easy, although Juvia knew that the only reason they had done so was because he had been distracted when she was injured.

When she had screamed in pain, he had glanced at her and in that one second they had hit him hard in the head, knocking him out.

To make it even worse, they had started beating his unconscious body, which led Juvia to increase her magic power in order to trap all of them in her water lock.

Thankfully, her plan had worked, thus all the cult members were now scattered across the sunflowers field behind the church where they operated.

Once they were defeated, she had immediately come to her beloved’s side and that’s when she had realized the extent of his injuries.

The blow to his head had managed to draw a lot of blood and someone had stabbed him in the lungs.

Even if Juvia had known that Gray was strong and would probably be fine, she hadn’t wanted to take any risks.

“You’ll be okay now.” Leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, she was worried by its coldness.

“You didn’t have to heal him.” Now that voice was unmistakable.

The water mage straightened herself and turned around to face her oldest friend. “I know.”

“I thought we agreed that you shouldn’t use the Fairy Heart anymore.” Mavis sternly said.

“And I haven’t used it in years.” Juvia replied before glancing at Gray again. “But this is different.”

Mavis followed her gaze and sighed. “This is dangerous, Juvia.”

“I know very well how dangerous love is.” The water mage sincerely said. “But it’s also worth it.”

“Is it worth constantly lying to him?” Fairy Tail’s first master inquired.

“What choice do I have?” Juvia stood up and crossed her arms. “He can’t know about the Fairy Heart, so…”

“So you should stay away.” Mavis interrupted.

“No.” The former shook her head. "I spent decades living in loneliness. I want to live this life now; with Fairy Tail.”

“I understand.” The latter nodded. “But I still think that you shouldn’t use the Fairy Heart anymore."

“I’ll try not to.” Juvia conceded. “Unless there’s an emergency.”

Before Mavis could say more, Gray stirred again and groaned; signaling he was about to wake up.

She gave Juvia one last pleading look before walking away. Once she was at a safe distance, she looked back at them.

Watching as Juvia wrapped her arms around him and Gray hesitated before hugging her back, Mavis sighed once again. “I hope that at least their story will have a happier ending."

___________

July of X791

“Lucy!” Natsu’s scream resonated throughout the stadium once he rushed to catch the celestial mage.

Juvia watched him, noticing the familiar pain and desperation that Zeref had shown so many years before.

Can anyone else tell that he absolutely loves her?

It was clear as day, but not clear to all apparently.

Soon her attention was caught by Gray, who rushed after Natsu. He seemed tense; which was understandable after having been forced to watch one of his closest friends be tortured.

Though Juvia knew that’s why he didn’t spare a glance at her, it still hurt to be ignored after she had just declared her love for him in front of everyone.

Although; if she were to be honest; it might be best if he says nothing. She had a feeling that his response might not be positive.

Everything with Gray was so complicated. There were times when Juvia was sure he felt the same, but during others it seemed he didn’t even think about it.

It had become rather irritating how he could ignore her one moment, then become sweet and caring in the next.

It specially didn’t help that he acted like a jealous boyfriend whenever Lyon interacted with her.

Juvia had never encountered someone as confusing and complicated as Gray Fullbuster in her 100 years of existence, but somehow that only made her fall for him even more.

“Come on, Lucy, please say something.” Hearing his voice, her attention went back to the present situation.

Noticing the fear in his eyes once he tried to awake their friend, her heart squeezed with sorrow.

“What in the hell is your problem?” There was an unmistakable yell. Natsu. “You went way too far!” Juvia followed his angry gaze towards Minerva and frowned.

How could someone be so cruel and ruthless?

“Hang on, I need to give her emergency treatment!” Wendy yelled and Juvia realized that she was rushing towards the celestial mage.

I should do the same. No time to get distracted.

“I’ll help you.” Chelia offered; she was running closely behind the water mage.

Good. With the two of them helping Lucy, she'll be fine.

“Just hang in there, Lucy.” Having reached the celestial mage, Juvia stood behind Chelia as the two healers combined their magic.

Her attention shifted between Lucy’s concernedly pale face to the rest of team Natsu, who were facing off against Minerva and her pals from Sabertooth.

They traded dirty looks and threats, with Erza reminded them that making an enemy of Fairy Tail was a decision that they would regret.

Juvia knew just how true that statement was. She hoped they would face the consequences soon, but for now her focus was on Lucy.

It was truly worrying that the celestial mage’s injuries didn’t seem to be lessening despite being healed by both Wendy and Chelia.

Why wasn’t their magic working?

Soon two guards came with a gurney, so Juvia and Wendy began attempting to lift Lucy up until Natsu rushed to her side.

Understanding that he wanted to do it himself, they stepped away and watched as he carefully took the celestial mage into his arms; dismissing the gurney with a shake of the head.

Fairy Tail Teams A and B plus Chelia followed him to the infirmary, where Porlyusica was already waiting.

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Juvia followed Team Natsu closely, keeping an eye on Lucy to see if her condition improved.

Once Natsu gently placed the latter on the first bed and sat on the chair beside it, the water mage smiled softly.

He’s not going to leave her side, is he? He’ll stay here until she wakes up because he needs to know if she’ll be okay.

Her thoughts were confirmed a moment later when Porlyusica began scolding the dragon slayer and trying to persuade him to leave.

He refused to, claiming he wasn’t leaving until Lucy was awake. Thus Gray and Erza had to half drag him to the waiting room that was being filled with Fairy Tail members.

Juvia watched from her chosen spot by the window as the latter tried to comfort him. “She's going to be okay, Natsu.”

“She was hurt pretty bad.” Gray muttered, ignoring Erza’s glare.

“At least she managed to get second place.” Gajeel said and Levy frowned at him.

“Is that really all you care about?” His face hardened.

“Of course not! Do you really think I’m happy that blondie is hurt?” Juvia chose to intervene before this turned into a fight.

“No one thinks that.” Gajeel glanced at her and already knew something was wrong. “What's wrong?”

“Are you okay, Juvia?” Mirajane asked. Now all eyes were on the water mage.

It’s taking too long. Lucy should be better by now.

“Yes.” She offered a weak smile. “Just worried about Lucy.”

“She's going to be fine.” Erza repeated.

“I don’t understand.” Wendy whispered, exasperated. “Chelia and I joined our powers, so why didn’t it heal her?”

“You did a great job, Wendy.” Mirajane reassured the young girl.

“That is a good question, though.” Levy frowned.

Something isn’t right. Wendy’s magic has never failed before.

“My guess is that Minerva’s magic power is stronger than we had imagined.” Makarov suggested. He had been deep in thought ever since entering the room.

“There's something strange about it.” Erza said, crossing her arms.

“I don’t care what her magic is, I just want to take her down!” Natsu yelled and many people nodded in agreement.

Minerva’s magic. It did feel strange; different. What if Lucy was in more danger than they'd assumed?

It was decided. Juvia had to check up on the celestial mage and make sure that she would be alright.

“Excuse me.” Natsu frowned when the water mage tried to move past him.

“Where are you going?” Gray asked and she tried not to look at him.

Why is he always so distracting?

“I’m going to check up on Lucy.” His confusion was clear once she avoided his gaze. After all, she had never done that before.

“But Porlyusica said…” Natsu started.

“I don’t care.” Juvia firmly said, catching him off guard.

Seeing an opportunity, she slightly pushed him to the side and managed to move forward to reach the infirmary.

Thankfully, it had been spelled to be soundproof so no one could hear what happened inside.

Closing the door behind her, Juvia’s eyes were drawn towards the nearest bed.

Lucy was still as pale, lifeless and injured as before. It seemed no matter what anyone tried, she wasn’t getting better.

“What are you doing here?” Porlyusica yelled as soon as she spotted the water mage.

“Her condition isn’t improving.” Juvia whispered, taking another step until she was in front of the bed.

The healer sighed. “Something is preventing her wounds from being healed.”

They could try to figure out what that was, but time was running out. Saving Lucy was the most important thing and Juvia quickly realized that there was only one way to guarantee her friend’s survival.

This is an emergency.

She looked in Porlyusica’s direction. “I can help her.”

“How?” The healer frowned, confused.

Lucy drew in a long, deep breath and her body trembled. She seemed to be in pain and Juvia wanted that to be over and fast.

“No time to explain.” Any explanation would include revealing secrets that were reserved only to masters of Fairy Tail.

“Alright.” Porlyusica nodded before stepping away.

Juvia sat at the edge of the bed and placed a hand on the celestial mage's forehead. Closing her eyes, she concentrated and soon enough felt magic power coursing through her.

A bright green light spread across her body, then the glow was transferred to Lucy’s. Miraculously, the latter’s injuries began disappearing one by one until her skin was once again flawless, the color returned to her face and her breathing returned to normal.

It was like she had never been injured at all.

“How?” Porlyusica watched this in amazement.

“There you go.” Juvia whispered after the light had disappeared. Briefly glancing at the healer, her expression turned serious. “You can’t tell anyone it was me. Please, promise me.”

“Why not?” Porlyusica was genuinely confused.

“It's complicated.” That didn’t even begin to cover the truth.

The healer assessed the young woman in front of her. After a few moments, she concluded that this was serious, so best to keep the secret. ”What should I say, then?”

“Wendy and Chelia’s powers were delayed because of the extent of Lucy’s injuries.” Juvia suggested.

“Alright.” Porlyusica nodded again and the water mage gave her a thankful look.

Juvia watched as she moved towards the door, opening it and walking outside. Then her voice resonated throughout the building once she explained that Lucy’s condition had finally improved thanks to Wendy and Chelia’s efforts.

I don't know why you agreed to keep my secret, but thank you.

#fanfic #gruvia #nalu #luvia brotp #angst #plot twist #grand magic games #fairy tail #fairy heart #birthday present #juvia lockser #amazing queen #mavis vermillion #zeref dragneel #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #erza scarlet

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24. Breakable (Inktober 2017)

Everyone hold on tight, ‘cause here we go.

Basically, as much as I love Another Story, there’s one big loose end that doesn’t seem like it’s going to get tied up, and that’s what Seven knows about Saeran (or rather, what he doesn’t know).

Which of course begs the question of whether or not Jihyun ever tells him about what happened to his brother. I like to think he does, because I like to think that Jihyun learns to stop keeping secrets and wants to start his new life with an unburdened conscience. Because let’s be real, Saeran’s fate (even if Jihyun doesn’t know ALL of it like Rika does) is a pretty huge burden.

So I attempted to figure out how that conversation would go. Keyword is “attempted” because everyone will surely have a different idea of how they’d react and the final outcome, but here are some of my thoughts.

Obligatory disclaimer that I’ve never written Seven before, etc. etc.

Major spoilers for V’s route.

AO3 Link || Masterpost

V looked up. The knock on his door sounded strangely foreboding, or maybe that was simply because he knew who it must be.

“Come in.”

As he expected, a second later, scruffy red hair poked into the room. “V? It’s me. Jumin said you wanted to see me?”

He sighed, even as he gestured for Luciel to sit beside him. “Yes. First, I wanted to thank you again. For everything.” Before Luciel could open his mouth, he shook his head. “You know I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I don’t know what would have happened to me, to any of the RFA, if Rika…”

“I know. And you know I would have done everything I could to protect this.” Luciel’s face was solemn, every inch of the serious young man he had first met, so many years ago now, desperate to do anything to help his brother escape their abusive past.

It nearly broke his heart.

He forced a smile, wondering if it looked as fake as it felt. “I do know. And words cannot express how much I’ve appreciated your trust… even when I don’t deserve it.”

“V?” Luciel sounded unusually worried, and he looked down to find his fingers clutching at the sheets so hard they strained, threatening to rip.

Loosening each finger took more concentration than he cared to admit, after which he drew a deep breath. Perhaps it was a coward’s move to close his eyes as well, but then again, his previous actions had already confirmed that.

“I lied, Luciel. I’m sorry.”

A long silence reigned, during which time he opened his eyes but couldn’t quite bring himself to look up from his blanket-covered lap. Even so, he could feel golden eyes, nearly burning, fixed on him with such intensity that he wondered whether he’d turn to ash before too long.

“When?”

In spite of himself, he flinched. There was no curiosity to the question, no emotion. Nothing but ice-cold certainty, as though Luciel already knew the answer and only wanted to hear him confirm it.

It was all too tempting to take the words back, to keep his own council and keep the burden of responsibility on himself and himself alone. And only a few short days earlier, he might have. Only a few days ago, he did, lying to him with shaking hands and a conscience sick with grief and self-loathing and a thousand other emotions. Except…

Except he had also learned that life almost never worked out the way he wanted it to. That someday, the truth would get out, and to let it fester, untreated, would only make it so much worse. For both himself and for Luciel. Especially for Luciel.

Hiding the truth wouldn’t protect him anymore.

V drew a deep breath, willing his voice to remain steady. “The hacker.”

This time, he couldn’t look away, could only watch as Luciel’s brow crinkled, as his quick mind drew the relevant connections between his confession and Rika and the hacker who seemed to share his style, who seemed to practically read his mind, making the leaps from his words to their inevitable conclusion. Could only watch as the lifelessness faded, replaced by fury.

“What happened?” When he didn’t answer, Luciel stood, moving closer to tower over him. “What happened to my brother?”

He looked back down at his hands, this time in helplessness. “I don’t know,” he said, very softly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” V had never been so thankful that the room’s door was closed and that the walls appeared to have some amount of soundproofing; he half-expected nurses to rush in at the volume of the shout, but thankfully, they remained alone, a small blessing in the chaos. “You promised me he would be kept safe and happy! That if I went with you, he would be able to live a normal life! And he ended up like that? And you lied to me about it?”

For a moment, Luciel reached out as though to grab him, but stopped himself at the last minute, hand instead clenching into a fist at his side. “You’re lucky you’re already in a hospital bed,” he spat. “What, you’re not going to say anything?”

V drew a shaking breath, closing his eyes again, briefly. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can say that will make up for not telling you the truth earlier.”

“You’re right.” The cold, controlled rage as Luciel sat back down, visibly drawing his emotions back under his control, was all the worse, was a testament to just how much he had done to irrevocably change his life. “But you can at least start by answering my questions, I assume?”

The razor-sharp smile he received when he nodded cut deeper than any physical wound, but Luciel only leaned forward, eyes blazing. “How much did you know?”

He pressed his fingers against his closed lids, wondering whether the sudden cloudiness of his vision was a lingering effect of his surgery. “After you… left, Rika and I went to visit the house, and… persuaded your mother to let him attend church school. For a while, we kept an eye on him there, but Rika always paid special attention to him. And then, one day, she came to me and told me she had found a way to get him to a safe place, that she had taken some pictures for you and that she would keep an eye on him from then on out, but that we didn’t have to worry about his wellbeing anymore.”

“Rika…”

“Yes. I trusted her. I shouldn’t have, but then, I trusted her.” His voice sounded muffled, even to his own ears, but still he pushed on. “Back then, she was already starting to gather people to form Mint Eye. I don’t know how long he’s been with them, but it must be years already. The elixir… You saw its effects. He wouldn’t have taken kindly to any intervention.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Luciel…” Without thinking, he reached out, putting a hand on Luciel’s, but it was jerked away from his touch.

“Don’t. We could have saved him, gotten him out somehow. He’s my brother and we left him to die.” His voice cracked on the last word, and V’s heart broke as he buried his head into his hands, shoulders shaking.

“Luciel.” He waited until golden eyes turned back to him, though he hesitated before pushing on. “I’m sure there was a contingency plan in case they were discovered. Rika may have somewhat lost her sense of what is right, but she wouldn’t have sacrificed all of those people she was trying to help. There’s a chance that he—”

“He was my twin. I know. He’s gone.” The reply was so certain, so beyond hope that V said nothing, could only lower his head, blinking back his own tears as Luciel stared out into the distance, face void of any emotion. “I… guess I have nothing left now, no purpose.” A dry laugh sounded in the air, flat and unnatural. “It’s just like what’s expected of people like me, now.”

The flatness of Luciel’s voice hurt more than any amount of anger could have. The anger he deserved, but the sudden listless detachedness, especially in Luciel, who hid his own insecurities from the rest of the RFA under a mask of foolish joviality, was so much more dangerous.

He drew a careful breath, shifting closer but knowing better than to do any more. “That’s not true, Luciel.”

“Who else is there, then?” The eyes that met his were not angry or lifeless, as he expected, but lost, and so achingly like the young teenager he had seen, praying at church, years ago, that he couldn’t help but reach out, breathing a sigh of relief when Luciel froze and ignoring the way the shoulder stiffened under his touch.

“The rest of the RFA—”

“They know 707. They don’t know me.” The words were not harsh, not condemning, but even so, he shook his head.

“You never gave them a chance to. You know them everything about them, don’t you? So what do you think? Or do you think so little of them that you think they would abandon you? That I…” He trailed off, biting back the rest of his statement, but even so, the golden eyes that met his were cautious.

“Do you really think…?”

“The RFA is my family,” he said, very quietly. “And…” He hesitated again before squeezing the thin shoulder. “That includes you. So trust them. Trust me.”

There was a long pause before he nodded. “I’ll try.” For a second, something seemed to glint on Luciel’s cheek, but it was gone the next, and he couldn’t tell whether it was a trick of the light. “But… thank you. For telling me. And for the apology and for gathering everyone in the RFA. I… really appreciate it.”

He smiled, the first genuine one in some time. “Of course, Luciel. And thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”

To his relief, he received a shaky one in return. “I couldn’t do anything else, I suppose. Not for my family.”

A/N: So, this may not be the end of everything, but even so, admittedly, Seven's reaction might be a bit unrealistic. I do like to think that since he has an established trust and relationship with V, it's easier for V to get to him than a random MC (yes, even with the power of MC savior magic). Of course, this makes his perceived betrayal of Saeran all the worse, so I'll simply leave it up to personal headcanons.

Also, I would like everyone in the RFA to be happy, and this is what gets me closest without needing another MC and 11 days so... :P

#V's route #V route #V's route spoilers #Jihyun Kim #Mystic Messenger #MysMes #Tina writes stuff.#Tina plays MysMes.#my sun my stars #Saeyoung Choi #Tina's Writer Inktober

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writingismyhappytime · 7 years

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Handprints Left Behind

Andrew Biersack x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Extreme Blood and Gore, Murder... Vampire stuff

A/N: Alrighty, I haven’t wrote anything for this in over a year, but here’s another piece! I hope it lives up to the standards with the rest of it’s chapters, I certainly tried!

Handprints, Handprint Killers , Handprints on my Heart

2007

You stand in front of the floor-length mirror, placing the ruby earrings in your ears, watching Andrew's reflection as he dressed.

You watch as the black suit jacket slips over those firm shoulders, how his inked fingers slowly button the lower half. He's cut his black hair, it's no longer low and flowing, but he does look more modern as it falls over his forehead, his blue eyes trailing as he feels your gaze on him.

He smiles at you, and you immediately return it, feeling warmth settle through your body as you finish. You turn around, finding he's already behind you. Your fingers coast up his chest, curling around the back of his neck as you lean into his tall frame.

"Mmm, I'm excited for tonight," you whisper, pressing your red-painted lips against his jaw. "We haven't had a feast in months."

"I know, but it's time for a celebration, don't you think?"

"A celebration?" You ask in amusement, leaning back slightly. His hands are around your hips, holding you against the coolness of his body as you look up at him.

It's so different now, between the two of you now that you've been together for almost a decade. The hotel, with it's gothic architecture, has been fully restored and operational for years now. Humans from all over the world flock to look at it in all it's grand elegance, and the revenue from the visitors is quite helpful for you and Andrew to keep your feedings hidden from the world. Really, you don't care if it fails, you just like the food that keeps delivering itself.

Vampires even visit, although you'd been against the idea initially, Andrew had seen the value. Let them visit, let them feed in peace without worry of the world finding their kills. Somehow, that's given the two of you an extra edge; you're running the only establishment in the world where the hellish creatures can play with their prey and eat as much as they want --- even bring their own, if they like.

Funny how valuable soundproofing is.

Of course, not every guest that visits is a snack pack. You have the entire three upper levels dedicated to just those who are meant to be dinner, whereas the rest of the hotel runs like normal. Humans are completely oblivious to what's going on in the ancient structure, which feels more like home to you now than anywhere else you've ever visited.

Of course, Andrew is always at your side, so that makes anywhere feel safer.

"Yes. Do you know what today is?"

"Saturday."

He clucks, pressing his cold lips against your nose before stepping away, his eyes running down your body. You're wearing the red dress you'd found the first night in the hotel, and he adores how the material clings to your body, giving your a sultry, vivacious look with your hair pinned elegantly on the back of your head.

You're no longer drifters, you're royalty.

No one dares challenge the two of you now, not even the elders. Your establishment, nicknamed the Mortuary, is precious to all your kind; so long as its running, no one is going to bother you. Andrew did all of it strictly so you would be safe; every move he's made, every calculated decision, it's with your welfare in mind, whether you know it or not.

"Why, my dear, it's our twenty year anniversary."

"It is?" You blink, leaning back on your heels. "It feels like we've been together so much longer."

"I know." He murmurs, his ringed thumb brushing across your lower lip. For the past three years, not a day has gone by that the two of you have not been together. Every night, even while you slept, your bodies had only been inches apart, and now he doesn't think he could survive a night not in your presence.

The hotel is your sanctuary, and though Andrew still feels the pull to rest, to sleep for another hundred or so years, he fights it viciously. You're not yet there, you're still so young, just in your sixties or so, and it'll be another before you realize you want to sleep as well.

He'll wait until you're ready.

Honestly, the hotel could burn to the ground and take everyone with it, he would not care. He doesn't mind if the world ends, if every creature on it is scorched from the plains, he just cares about you.

Everything is for you.

The decade he was forced to go without you, it felt like torture. He's never felt so attached to someone in his existence, and ever since the two of you shared those witches blood --- perhaps that's what changed the blood high for the two of you, maybe it did something to your undead bodies. It's the only explanation he can come to as to why you're so... why he can't do without you.

Witches have magic, and magic has a strange way of affecting the dead.

"So tonight is our anniversary, hmm?" You splay your fingers against his shoulders thoughtfully. "Does that mean we have gifts?"

"Hundreds," Andrew murmurs, brushing his lips against your jaw. "We have an entire ballroom of gifts awaiting us, my dear."

How wonderful.

You shiver as his teeth graze your neck, your mind on all the humans ambling below your feet. Andrew had closed off the hotel for the festivities, just like he always does once a year; no one from the public is allowed, the staff is dismissed, and it's just vampires, celebrating for once in their existence what they are.

How much fun this is going to be!

Admittedly, you'd been dissatisfied in the beginning. You'd missed the thrill of the hunt, of chasing your victims and hearing them beg for their lives before you tore into their flesh. Andrew had amended that, turned it into a game; let them flee into the hotel, and murder them as they go through the halls; someone else can always clean up the mess.

It's like rat in a maze, thinking they can escape, having hope only for you to crush it in your hand!

Oh, you simply love it!

You sigh contentedly in his arms, curling closer to him and just holding him for several seconds. You like his body when it's warmer, when the two of you have just fed, but you also like moments like this, when everything is peaceful and you can just enjoy the feel of him against you. Vampires aren't meant to love, you lose your emotions after so many years --- or, at least, you're supposed too. You become more primal, but with Andrew, that's not true at all.

You feel more human around him.

"I love you," he murmurs after a moment, "and I will for eternity."

You smile at the words, snuggling against him. "I love you as well."

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"Look at all of them!" You gasp in excitement, rushing towards the golden banister of the balcony that overlooks the ballroom. Your white-gloved fingers curl around the hard wood, gazing downward.

The ballroom ceiling is the highest in the building, with stained-glass windows arching upward in sharp peaks --- it reminds you of a cathedral, although this version is much more twisted with all the dark furnishings. Chandeliers sparkle, the low lights on the wall spread deep shadows across the dark gold paint; Andrew outdid himself.

You can't help but admire it as you look down, staring at all the well dressed food waiting for you below.

Andrew walks slowly behind you, content to watch the excitement on your face. Your dress is split up to your thigh, allowing for swifter movement, and your jewelry glitters on your shimmery, unyielding skin. You're quite the gem yourself, and he finds he just likes watching you, how your face comes to life when you realize you'll get to hunt; it's almost child-like.

"You've really outdone yourself this year, Andrew!" You say giddily, turning to look at him over your shoulders, your eyes glittering. "This looks wonderful!"

"I thought you might like it," he smiles softly, your gloved fingers trailing over his high cheekbones, admiring the handsome lines of his face. He's like a walking Adonis, forever immortalized, and you find yourself just looking at him sometimes. It's no wonder the human females are enchanted with him, he's ethereal in his beauty.

"How many are down there?"

"Nearly a hundred, by my calculations. The waiters are those from the streets I offered a job too, they will not be missed either. The humans are all lower class, they think they won invitations to a grand ball held just because someone has too much money to throw away." Andrew smirks, his hand curving around your hip as he gazes down with you, the lights casting shadows across his face.

"That's twice as many humans as what you usually get."

"Well, I had to accommodate for our guests this year," he sighs, eyes flicking to the balcony across from yours where one of the vampire elders stand. He'd come to overview everything, to see how the feasts are going to be handled. Andrew finds his presence irksome and unwelcomed, but he puts on a congenial face. He knows if the elders are convinced the hotel is useful, than the two of you are set for decades to come.

You purse your lips. "He's only staying a few days, isn't he?"

"Yes. He's only here for the feast."

"Where are the others?"

"Still getting ready, I suppose." Andrew's eyes flick around the room, spotting the odd vampire here and there in the crowd, but they all know they're not allowed to touch the food until you've had your fun; all of this is for you, and your anniversary, and Andrew doesn't want you disappointed; he'll kill anyone who spoils your night.

"Mmm." You bite your lower lip, white fangs glinting in the lights as you lean forward, gazing downward. "How many do you think we can fit on a bed?"

Andrew chuckles. "Our record is six so far."

"I think we need bigger beds."

He grins, his hand slipping over yours where it rests against the banister. You turn your palm upward, threading his fingers through yours.

You like your love making to be in a pool of blood, to feel it soaking around your body as you kiss him. You like to be so drunk and high off of it that you and Andrew can last for hours, moaning into each other, celebrating your time together. You know you go overboard sometimes, that your kills are always messy, whereas he keeps everything so neat and proper.

Maybe you two balance each other out?

You think about what it was like before him, how hard it was for you when your creator abandoned you because you weren't keeping her attention. You still don't know where the old biddy is, what happened to her, but you do know that if she ever shows up, you're ripping her head off. She left you, defenseless as a newborn vampire, to wander the world.

You would have been killed by hunters if Andrew hadn't been there, they would have ended your life before it had really even started. You weren't good as a human, you'd never really started feeling alive until, well, you were dead.

And you'd certainly never loved anyone before.

You let your gaze drift to the tall man beside you, seeing his bright blue eyes surveying the crowd below. Sometimes, you still don't understand what he sees in you. You're not near as beautiful as he is, but rather plain. You know why you care about him, it's impossible not too.

He's kind to you, he takes care of you and he loves you unconditionally. He doesn't care how you like to play with your food, he doesn't judge you for your messy kills or the fact you always get blood everywhere. You've tried to be a little neater for his sake, but it just frustrates you, there's always an errant stream of blood you can't stop!

Now that you think about it, he's actually saved your life a couple times. You sort of owe him for that, don't you? You hope the opportunity never arises, however. You don't want someone to be after his life, and you don't want to have to defend him; you want everything to stay exactly as it is.

"It seems as if everyone is here," Andrew comments, seeing at least twenty vampires circulating the room below. He perhaps has more food than is warranted, but any survivors can be saved for later downstairs; funny how the basement of the hotel serves as a wonderful pantry.

"Good!" You clasp your hands in front of you happily, eyes brightening. "Can we start now?"

"Of course, my love." he leans down, and you turn your face expectantly. His lips brush yours softly, and you lean into him thoughtlessly, deepening the kiss after a moment to let your tongue brush his. Mmmph, you almost hate to break it, you adore kissing him.

"Go on, love," he whispers against your lips, caressing your cold cheek. "Go have your fun!"

You smile at him, and then turn away, leaving the balcony behind and disappearing behind the black curtains. Last year you'd just tossed yourself off the balcony into the midst of them, scaring them before you attacked them, but apparently you're going for something else this year.

How curious; you usually never change your habits, you like fearful prey.

Andrew crosses his arms, his gaze flicking across the ballroom to see the vampire elder gazing at him.

"This is a very nice establishment you have, Lord Biersack." The elder says after a moment, his hands clasped over the cane in front of him. Andrew snorts, narrowing his blue eyes.

"Thank you, Hansel. Have you enjoyed your stay here?" He keeps his voice congenial, but he's very displeased. It's probably a good thing an entire balcony separates the two of them, that they're at least a building's length away from each other. He knows the elders are the one who sent vampires after you for your head, and he has quite frankly not forgiven them for it. Even back then, if he had found out you'd died ---.

"Yes. It's very well run. I've heard of your feasts, I hope this one lives up to its reputation."

"Mmm, it shall. Do enjoy yourself, Hansel. There's no need for control here." Andrew says, seeing you enter the room below. You look like a child at a candy store, passing through the humans, picky about which one you might want; he tried to get an equal amount of flavors, although he'd bypassed more of the sweet-tasting humans for you, despite they're his preference.

You miss the looks the males give you as you sweep by, how their eyes trail over you just as his had the first moments he saw you. You might not think much of your appearance, but it's the air around you, the wildness in your aura. You're a vicious killer when you want to be, and being a vampire was probably the best thing to ever happen to you; you set the standard for it.

He smiles slightly as he sees you finally zero in on someone, a man much taller than you with broad shoulders and long hair. You sidle up to him, your fingers brushing across his shoulders as he turns to face you. Andrew can see his defenses falling away immediately as you laugh at something he's said, the mans hand coming to rest familiarly along your hip.

Andrew narrows his eyes. He hates it when they touch you, as if you're their creature and something to be paraded around. It's all he can do to hold himself back, to not jump down and snap the humans neck like a breadstick.

He exhales heavily, glaring down.

You say something else to the man, but then you're moving away, drifting through the crowd again. Obviously no one can begin the feast until you, but you're finding what you want, leaving the rest of the vampires restless.

You're doing it just to torment them, aren't you? If anything, you're spiteful, Andrew will give you that. You hold a grudge for all those years of running and hiding you'd had to do, and everyone will suffer for that injustice.

His fingers twitch in aggravation as another human steps in front of you, offering you a flute of champagne. You arch one brow before you take it, lightly making small talk with him. Andrew shifts impatiently, disliking how the mans eyes linger on your chest, on the swell of your breasts from the tight bodice of the dress.

Jealousy is not something vampire's are known to feel, only anger and possesiveness when it comes to their kills.

Andrew, however, is a different story.

Huffing, he straightens his jacket before lightly hopping forward, standing on the edge of the balcony as he gazes downward. He taps the toe of his black shoe against the banister, his hands in his pockets as he watches the human reach forward boldly, brushing a strand of your loose hair behind your ear; you should have snapped his wrist for that.

Irked, Andrew steps forward, dropping down easily to the floor below him, not caring if anyone sees him or not. He lands easily with just a bend of his knees, hearing gasps erupt around him at his appearance. He ignores them, striding forward purposefully, his eyes on the male flirting with you.

Unacceptable.

You cut your eyes as he nears with an impish look, and after a moment Andrew realizes you're just taunting him, letting the males come on to you to rile him up.

Well, if that's how you want to play it, very well.

The man just has enough time to turn and look before Andrew's chilling hands are on him, snapping his neck with a firm twist. You watch as the man crumples to the floor, glass shattering as it hits the waxed tiles. Immediately someone screams, and you pout as you look at Andrew.

"There you go, starting the party early."

Andrew rolls his eyes, and gestures as the shuffling crowd, sounds of alarm starting to ring out through the ballroom, people already shoving for the closed golden doors.

"You know I don't like it when they touch you."

"I know," you smile, and lean over the body to kiss Andrew swiftly. "I was just hoping you'd join in on the fun!"

He quirks a brow, letting you take his hand as you laugh and drag him forward, your eyes flicking about as you look for your dinner. You spy who you want, and you lunge forward, catching the woman by the shoulders and tossing her to the ground. She shrieks, immediately doing her best to scramble away as you approach her, obviously frightened and unsure what's happening. Her back hits a white column, her painted eyes wide as you kneel in front of her, your dress parting up your thigh.

You sniff, then your nose curls.

"Oh, bother. Andrew, she's sweet."

Really?

Andrew glides forward curiously, shuffling forward to sniff her.

Well, so she is.

"Here, she's all yours." You say, but he shakes his head.

"You don't want to share?"

"I smelled a spicy one earlier, that's what I want."

"Then let's go find that one," he smiles, and you nod eagerly, both of you standing and leaving the cringing woman behind.

Someone else can have her.

You clasp Andrew's hand, laughing as you see the confused humans trying to find a way out, realizing every exit is barred, that the windows are unbreakable or too high off the ground for a safe drop. They flood past you, dipping into every room, loud shrieks and screams erupting everywhere as vampires have their fun.

Some of the humans try to fight back every year, they bring weapons of some sort, but it doesn't make a difference. They always die.

Your heels are sharp against the waxed tiles below as you walk forward, finally spotting the one that you want. He's heading up the stairs, running at full speed towards the second story. You can already see one corpse sprawled across the bar up there, one edge of the wall-mirror behind it covered in a spray of blood.

Eh, that one must have been sour.

Happens.

"Do you want me to slow him?" Andrew asks after a moment, seeing a vampire slip past the man after his eyes flick to the two of you; it's your prey, and no one is going to touch him.

"No, let him run. The fear makes him taste better," you say, lifting your skirt as you start up the stairs at a reasonable pace. You keep your eyes on him, seeing him sprinting desperately for one of the hallways, his eyes flicking over his shoulder.

You almost clap your hands you're so excited!

Usually when the pantry is getting low, you just get cups of blood, and though it's warm and fresh, it's nothing like a real kill. You miss the times when technology was so far behind, where you could feed on the warm flesh of a breathing human.

It's just not as fun the other way, and what's the point of eternal life if you're not enjoying yourself?

You finally let go of Andrew's hand to dart forward, grabbing the man's jacket and tugging hard, making him fall backward with a yelp. He hits hard onto the red carpet, and you circle him, his wide eyes focusing on you as he cradles the back of his head. You smile at him, and kneel down after a moment, trailing your fingers up his chest.

Spicy, musky --- very man-like. You sort of got a taste for that when you drank one of the hunters; perhaps you only like it now because it reminds you of that time twenty years ago --- today exactly!

"Come share him with me," you say, planting your hand firmly on the man's chest, making it impossible for him to move as you look up. "Let's celebrate our first taste together."

"Very well. Drink him dry?"

"Just like we did the first night together," you smile as Andrew kneels beside you, and you press a swift kiss against his lips. "Remember? We drank him until there was nothing left."

"Yes, I remember." Andrew clucks, lifting the mans wrist up forcefully. The man gasps, squirming, but he's no match for your strength.

"P-please!" He begs, digging his heels into the floor as he tries to pull away from the two of you, unsure what's even going on; his mind has yet to comprehend the situation.

"Oh, don't be a baby," you coo at him, your fingers curling into his long hair as you drag his head back, revealing the vein in his throat. "This will only hurt a little bit!"

Andrew snorts, shredding the man's sleeve with his nails, revealing the tender spot on his wrist. You don't waste another second, the man's deep bellows filling the air as your white fangs sink deeply into his flesh, blood immediately gushing upward against your lips. You groan as it fills your mouth, pressing closer into him. You can feel his hand at your hip, trying to shove you off, fight you any way that he can, but he's no match for you. Blood seeps from your lips, coursing down his neck and staining the carpet below.

Andrew chuckles, and he bites lightly into the man's wrist, only wanting a small taste; he's not as fond of the flavor as you are. The man's heart is hammering in his chest, Andrew can hear every beat, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins makes his blood even tangier.

"Well, I have to say, you two certainly know how to party."

Both your eyes flick up as you see the vampire elder approaching, using a white kerchief to wipe the spray of blood off his gold, round spectacles. You narrow your eyes, lifting your lips reluctantly from the twitching man beneath you.

"Enjoying yourself?" Andrew asks with a quirk of his brows, running his tongue along his red-stained lips.

"Mmm. Is there always so much carnage?"

"We clean for a week after a party, there's no worry of any evidence being found." Andrew says, rising to his feet. He glances at you, giving you a comforting smile as he sees the red smearing your chin, the irritation in your eyes at being interrupted. "Keep feeding, I'll be right back. Don't let him die on you."

Oh, right.

Your eyes flick down, seeing the man is losing a lot of blood from the gaping wound you've left. You trust Andrew to handle the situation, so you lean down, returning eagerly to your feeding.

"Have you fed yet?" Andrew asks the elder, who nods after a moment, replacing his glasses, as if he really needs them.

"Yes. I think you've more food than what's necessary."

"Some of us like to feed more than others, is all. I like for there to be enough. It wouldn't hurt for you to enjoy yourself, have as much as you want. The hotel is abundant this evening."

"How do you intend on getting rid of all of the bodies here?" the elder asks coolly; he as quite surprised at the amount of people when he'd arrived, all the chattering humans buzzing with excitement. He'd been skeptical that the old lord really had everything under control.

Andrew chuckles. "Perhaps you should try the chicken here some night, Hansel. The humans all seem to adore it."

The elder's brows rise. "What if someone investigates and finds out what your dinners are really made of?"

"No one investigates the Mortuary." Andrew shrugs. "I own the police force, I've poured plenty of money into it. Should any body turn up suspiciously or someone question a disappearance, it's handled. I always try to make sure that anyone we take has very little influence, that no one will look for them. Most of them here tonight are of the lower class, or homeless. Even the staff was those I offered jobs too from the street. You will find no issues with our feasts."

He is sure of that.

"Well, even I can admit when something is impressive." the elder allows after a moment, his eyes flicking behind the vampire in front of him as he sees a woman stagger into the hallway, her hand pressing against the wound on her neck as she weeps. "You seem to have everything handled."

"Andrew never misses a detail," you say, both men looking over as you approach. Your eyes are dilated from your meal, blood coursing from your lips and droplets showering across the swell of your breasts; you look like a beautiful woman turned monster, and Andrew immediately feels that stirring for you, the one that makes his skin burn.

Even the elder glances down at your chest, appreciating the view in front of him; it's hard to find those who really appreciate the kill, who wear the blood of their victim with such pride. He's an old vampire, he remembers the days when slaughter was free and vampires were feared instead of myth.

Perhaps that day can come again, thanks to you two oddballs.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have festivities to enjoy," the elder says after a moment, and you both nod, your hand curling around Andrew's arm. He still looks so elegant, you almost feel bad for looking a mess.

The elder disappears behind you, and your eyes flick over your shoulder to see him approach the young weeping woman.

"I see he's having fun," you chuckle, looking up at the man at your side. "Although you've not eaten enough to enjoy yourself yet."

"Don't worry, my love, I will be soon." He murmurs, dipping his head. He kisses you, his tongue running through the blood on your lips, letting it coat his tongue. You sigh, letting him have a taste, feeling his hand cup your face.

It's addictive, the taste of blood on another.

"What do you say we round up a few and bring them to our room?" You whisper, biting your lip thoughtfully. "I would love a bath."

Andrew's slow grin is all the consent you need.

~~~~~~~

You giggle as you prop the man over the edge of the large, white tub. You and Andrew inhabit the penthouse at the very top of the hotel, and so the fact your bathroom is large and lavish is no surprise. You were especially happy over the tub, which Andrew had installed just because he knew you would love it.

You watch as the blood pours through the humans neck and into the tub, your fingers brushing through his dark hair.

"I think one more will do it," you call, gazing at the white tub filled halfway with blood. Really, it takes way too many humans to fill it, so you'd ordered some buckets of blood from the pantry below; with the addition of the live blood, it's going to be warm, and that's all that you want.

Andrew appears with a weeping woman, her dress torn and blonde hair collapsing around her shoulders. She screams as she sees the man leaning over the tub, her hands rising to her face in horror.

How dramatic.

"Are you sure it's enough?" He sighs, dragging her forward by her arm. "It's only halfway."

"It'll be fine with the two of us in it." You say, your hands on your hips. Blood is covering your dress, staining the lower half of your hair and your face. You look frightening as you peel your gloves off, tossing them to the side as Andrew forcibly leans the girl forward, drawing his nail along her neck so that her blood will gush forward, her body slumping.

There.

"Why do you always look so nice after a feast?" You grumble, seeing just the faintest red stains across his white dress shirt. His hands are even clean!

"Because I have more control than you," he says, shirking out of his jacket.

You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't say that. You just want to make a good impression with that old goat."

"That old goat is what's going to keep us from having trouble, (Y/N)."

You pout as you look at him. "No one can stop us from having fun, Andrew."

Well, he's not going to disagree.

He shirks out of his shirt, his eyes on you as you undress, shimmying out of the clingy material and letting it pool at your bare feet. You reach forward, shoving the humans out of the way and running a single finger through the tub's contents. You bring it up to your lips, sighing heavily.

"Mmm, it all tastes so good mixed together! A wonderful cocktail."

He chuckles, stepping forward. He gives it a moment before he slips easily into the tub, sinking down low with a sigh into the warm blood. He lets his head rest back as his body heats, licking his lips as you step between his legs, settling down in front of him. His arms curl around you, dragging you back against his chest as he nuzzles your throat.

"This was a good idea," he says, lifting his hand upwards, watching as the blood courses down his skin. "I haven't had one of these in a century."

"Mmm, I always have good ideas." Okay, so you know that's not true, usually your ideas are a disaster. Still, you try to forget how life was before, just focus on how it is now. It's easy, almost, how things are going, and you hope they stay that way.

Andrew sighs, relaxing for several moments, watching the way the dark surface shifts and ripples, thick against his skin. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, his tongue running through the blood coating it.

It does taste good.

"Mmm, did you get your fill tonight?" he asks after a moment, and you nod your head, pressing your stained lips against his cheek.

"Of course. You ordered so many of them."

"I wanted to make sure everyone was sated," he clucks, watching as you shift forward. You turn around, the blood barely high enough to cover your breasts; it had rose when the two of you had taken up space, but Andrew would still have liked more.

You give him a smile as your arms wrap around his shoulders, your thighs slipping on either side of his hips. You nuzzle his throat, lightly lapping at the heated blood covering his skin. Really, you're not high yet, you'd had more fun catching and killing your victims then really drinking from them. You'd wanted to get high with Andrew, just like always, not by yourself.

You sigh against his skin before you sink your teeth into his throat, causing him to start. You drink deeply, and he groans softly in your ear, closing his eyes in pleasure as your body rubs against his, his hands flowing through the blood to clasp your waist.

His blood always tastes so good, mixtures of all the people he's had tonight. It's hot, hotter than a normal humans as it splashes against your tongue, although you're not sure why. You don't want to drink too much, so after a moment you pull away, running your tongue along the wound as you lean back, hands clasping his shoulders.

"You didn't drink enough tonight," you say accusingly, noticing the glint in his eyes as he looks at you.

"I didn't have too," he chuckles, kissing your chest. You watch as his tongue flicks out against your skin, your fingers flexing. Your body shifts as his lips seal around your breast, lavishing your sensitive peak in attention. He suckles on your flesh, and you bite your lip as his teeth pierce, drawing your blood into his mouth.

You tilt your head back, shivering as he drinks from you. It always feels so nice for someone to drink from you, for your blood to go into their body. Maybe that's where you and Andrew had gone wrong before during your blood high, drinking from each other with so much abandon.

You thread your fingers through his dark hair, feeling that heat between your thighs, that desire growing inside of you. You need some more blood, you're not quite where you want to be just yet. Your fingers brush down his arms, catching his wrist and drawing it up to your lips. Blood gives his skin a nice red sheen, and you run your tongue through it, enjoying it's flavor in your mouth.

You press kisses against his body, feeling his teeth finally leave you with a groan.

"The blood is getting thick," you breathe, and Andrew's red-stained fingers move, slipping against the tub as he feels for the buttons. You grin as the jets turn on, moving the blood, and you appreciate the fact it isn't going bad already; apparently there are wonderful drugs on the market to prevent that these days, and slipping it into the guests food proves very helpful.

You kiss him quickly, his arms winding around your slick hips as he draws you against him. You moan into his mouth when you feel the hardness below you, realizing he's already getting where he needs to be. His hands coast up and down your back, one slipping around to cup your breast in wet fingers, squeezing and pinching until you're squirming.

Andrew's hands brace on the rim of the tub as you pull his mouth to yours hungrily, gripping his shoulders and leaving smears against his skin. You groan into the kiss, and only push back enough where you can look at him, seeing the red smears coating the lower half of his face now.

Much better.

You close your eyes in pleasure as his mouth goes to your neck once more, sucking kisses into the wet skin. He presses closer to you, jerking your body against his and causing a rush of blood to disappear over the edge of tub, splattering across the black and white tiles below. You stifle a gasp as he bites you, just enough to draw your blood to the surface before leaning away, wanting you to bleed for him.

As if you don't already.

You pull his face back to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing desperately. You run your fingers through the longer black locks at the top of his head and pull him closer to your mouth, opening your mouth further and pressing your tongue more insistently against his.

You lightly run your fingertips up his chest, feeling his breathing increase before he leans back, slowly this time. One hand grips the lip of tub behind you, the other running over your body, wondering how wet you're getting for him the more blood you consume. His face is just below yours, his lips parted slightly, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes.

"Andrew," you whine. You need him to touch you, for his hands to touch your squeeze your body once more. Your voice seems to break him out of his trance, causing his eyes blue eyes to settle on yours one more time, growing dilated, black starting to overpower the color as his needs become more evident. His free hand cups your face gently before tracing the line of your neck, running down until his fingertips are brushing the swell of your red breasts.

His eyes follow his hand, and he groans at the sight of your chest moving the blood with your ragged breaths. His hand cups one of your breasts, and he finally leans back down to your lips, this time much gentler. He squeezes his hand, one of his thumbs flicking lightly over your nipple, causing a moan to slip out onto his lips. He adores how you feel, every slick inch of skin rubbing into his, seducing him all over again. Your wet body is attempting to grind into his, and he can feel the hum in his body from drinking from you, from tasting the blood on your flesh.

The high is starting already, and he welcomes it.

"I want to touch you," he breathes against your lips, your legs widening of their own accord at those husky words. You shiver as his face buries in the crook of your neck, lips and tongue suckling at the rivulets of blood coursing your body. You can feel his hand coasting down your body, squeezing your thigh before slipping inside.

You exhale heavily, eyes fluttering closed as his talented fingers slip between your folds and press into your entrance. You squirm your hips as his thumb puts pressure on your clit, causing electricity to course through your body. This is it, what you've been craving --- the feeling of being alive, of feeling pleasure at his touches instead of just nothing. You hate being so emotionless, you want more, you want this all the time!

He gently presses the pads of his fingers down, adding just enough pressure to make you writhe against him. Slowly his fingers rub circles into your clit and you moan against the skin of his shoulder, your forehead falling against it as you shudder once more. You can hear his breathing, escalating as you nibble on him, making his skin bleed with the sharp points of your teeth.

You inhale sharply as he lightly pushes a finger inside of you, your muscles immediately clenching around him as you grind down onto his hand, the blood moving and shifting around your body thanks to the jets. It feels so nice, and your head tilts back in pleasure as he adds a second finger, moving them inside of you.

You whine as his presses harder against your clit, thrusting his fingers inside of you until you're shuddering in his arms, panting against his neck. You moan shamelessly as his mouth suckles your breast, his cock hard against your thigh. Your eyes are dilated, wide and slowly turning darker the more he pleasures your body, the more he nips and causes you to bleed.

The blood bath was a wonderful idea on your part.

"Fuck, Andrew," you groan, feeling yourself clench despite yourself. You wish you could cum, but you don't want to waste the experience. You want him inside you when it happens, thrusting up into you over and over until you're screaming his name again. The blood high will only last so long, and you only really enjoy fresh blood, so the two of you don't need to waste much more time!

No matter how much you're enjoying it.

You reach between the two of you, curling your hand around his cock and causing him to moan. You stroke your nails against his heating skin, kissing him as you pump your hand around him. You want him to crave your body like you are his, to want to be inside you so bad he can't control himself. You know he wants you, but you want the lust to be all consuming, for him to not be able to think about anything else.

You don't know it's already like that for him.

"I want you inside me," you whisper, black eyes opening to find his the same. "I want you fucking me already, make me cum."

His breath shudders out against your lips, and he pulls his fingers from inside you, clamping them around your hips and drawing your forward. Your fingers curl around the edge of the tub, feeling his head rub teasingly against your entrance, your stomach clenching as he thrusts upward.

You gasp loudly, blood pouring over the edges of the tub once more as your bodies move, Andrew twisting until you're beneath him. He curls his hands tightly around the lip of the porcelain bath, your arms winding tightly around his neck as he thrusts into you. You tighten your legs around his hips, moaning wantonly as he fills you over and over.

Blood courses between your bodies, soaking your hair, causing your grip on him to be slick. You don't mind, you just want to kiss him, for him to fuck you harder. Your can feel that rush of heat coursing over your body, your mind going blank as you focus solely on the pleasure. All you can do is pant and moan beneath him, suddenly glad the tub is large enough for his long legs and your extra form.

"You're so beautiful," Andrew groans, and you gasp as his teeth sink deep into your throat, causing your head to fall back as you jerk. Your toes curl as he drinks heavily from you, losing control for several seconds as his hips hammer into yours, his cock squeezed and milked by your muscles as you groan and whimper in his arms.

"Andrew," you breathe, fingers tugging lightly at his hair, feeling his moan.

This must be heaven, you think, for someone like you. There's no other way to describe the euphoria you're feeling, the sublime pleasure in his arms. You'd never had anything like this as a human, and suddenly all those rough years are worth it. Maybe it's what made you appreciate what you have now, the fact that this creature loves you so much he's willing to risk everything for you, for just a few hours of pleasure with you.

"Fuck," you whimper, his head lifting from your neck, fresh blood dribbling from his lips. You almost feel light headed as you kiss him, tasting your lifeforce on his tongue as it delves into your neck. His hands are so tight on your hips, you can feel his fingertips biting deep into your flesh to hold you still as your bodies slip against each other.

You're not going to be able to handle much more, you're getting too close to bliss. You cling to him, but he knows your body too well. He shifts, angling deeper until your eyes are squeezing shut and you're gasping. He caresses you, traces circles in the blood on your skin, holding you close to him. His hand is curling around your thigh as he sits up, both of you moaning at the new position as you sink down onto him fully.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips, causing a different kind of warmth in his chest as he looks at you, cradling your face between his fingers as your hips move, taking control now.

"I love you for eternity," he responds, meaning those words with every inch of his being. You smile breathlessly at him, only to clench as his fingers dance on your clit, rubbing hard until you're on the verge of losing control, shaking against him.

Andrew doesn't care how many humans he needs to kill, he'll do it every night if it means moments like this with you. Even when he's not high, he still feels that heat for you, that ridiculous attraction that causes his body to respond in ways it shouldn't. He almost doesn't need to be high to desire you anymore, it's becoming natural for him.

It should frighten him, the change in his undead body, and though he's speculated it several times, he generally pushes the thoughts away.

He doesn't want to consider what they mean.

He shudders beneath you as you suddenly cum, his lips capturing your sounds of pleasure as you shudder and shake in his arms. Fireworks go off behind your eyes as you cling to him, nails raking deep against his back and leaving red lines behind. You lose your breath, your body goes tense, you can't think --- everything is muddled as he holds you against him, pumping his hips up into yours until he's groaning as well, shuddering beneath you and holding you tightly.

You relax into his grip, snuggling close to him as your arms wrap around his back.

Mmm.

He always leaves you sated, content. You press your lips gently into his shoulder, liking that he's still holding you, his fingers lightly caressing your hair as you try to control your body. If your heart still beat, it would be hammering in your chest, and you should be breathless, legs weak, but you're not.

Honestly, you could go again, immediately.

"I hope it can be like this forever," you murmur, aware that both of you are covered head to toe in blood. Your hair is heavy with it, clinging to your skin, as is his. He manages to still look elegant, despite drenched and skin growing sticky.

"Maybe it can be," he sighs, pulling away just enough to kiss your lips gently. "Maybe this never has to end."

"Everything always does."

"Not for a long time." His thumb caresses your cheek as he looks at you, black hair clinging to his forehead in red lines. "We can keep this going, we just have to be careful."

"Do you think so?" You sigh, biting your lower lip. "Do you think the elders are going to leave us be?"

"I believe Hansel was having fun, so more than likely." His fingers trail your lips. "Perhaps not in such magnitudes. We might have to lessen our feasts to every few years."

"That's fine. As long as we can still go out and hunt sometimes."

"We don't need to get our old nicknames back."

You smirk. "The Handprint Killers, wasn't it? I thought it had a nice ring to it."

Andrew just sighs, and you give him a quick kiss before you stand, letting the blood rush off your body as you step out of the tub, body still tingling. You leave bloody footprints behind as you walk to the glass shower, opening it and turning on the water. A hot spray of water immediately rushes forward, but you can't feel the heat as you step beneath it, letting it wash the red from your flesh.

You glance at Andrew where he still rests in the tub, head laid back as he watches you.

"Are you not going to clean up?" You quirk a brow at him, running your fingers through your hair. Your body is on display for him, but after so many years, he finds it still just as enamoring. He will never tire of having you, of touching you and moaning into your skin. You're intoxicating, his drug, and he can't help himself.

"When you're done," he murmurs, resting his arms along the side of the tub. You shrug, washing yourself off. You can hear the festivities downstairs are starting to die off, that most of the humans have been caught and consumed. It's a good thing your cleaning crew is so thorough, but considering how much they're paid for their silence, they should be.

You sigh happily when you're clean, turning the water off and glancing at the mess you've made of the bathroom.

"You know they're going to have to scrub for hours tomorrow to clean our mess up," you chuckle, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around your form.

"That's what they're paid for," Andrew replies, running a hand through his drying hair. He leans his head back so you can peck his lips before moving on towards the bedroom. He gives it a few moments before rising, reluctantly leaving the bath behind and heading towards the shower. He glances at the bloody handprint left behind on the shower door from your touch as he steps inside.

Really.

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You walk down the hallway, running your fingers through your freshly washed hair as you glance around. The cleaning crew took care of most of the mess while the rest of you slept, so though there's still stains and sprays of red here and there, the hotel is mostly emptied of any corpses. You hum lightly to yourself as you take the grand staircase, walking towards the main lobby of the hotel.

"You know, I miss the old days sometimes." You say, sensing Andrew where he stands at the reception desk, holding some papers in his hands. He glances up from the words, dressed once again in a tailored suit that makes him look so fucking distinguished.

"The old days?" He asks lightly, fingers lightly brushing across the keyboard. He's standing, trying to get the shuffled papers in order; they weren't put up appropriately and some of them are ruined.

"Yes. Going out into the world, hunting, causing mischief and making the humans fear us."

"They thought we were murderers, and we're still feared. No one was ever caught for those deaths, after all."

"I know." You cross your arms as you lean against the desk, watching him work. He took to technology easily enough, almost as if it was second nature to him. You find it amusing, considering how old he is.

"I think we've left plenty of handprints behind, my love, there's no need for more." Andrew says after a moment, eyes flicking up to yours. "Not in this country, anyhow."

Hmm.

True.

"Do you suggest somewhere else?" You ask lightly, seeing his lips quirk.

You've quite a bloodlust.

"It'll have to be somewhere remote."

"There's plenty of those in the world. What about Russia?"

"Where it's cold?"

"Easier to preserve the bodies and cause some fear, right?"

Andrew rolls his eyes, dropping the papers and turning his attention to you fully.

"Do you really want to start all that up again?"

"Why not? It's been plenty of time, hasn't it?" You frown, toying with a pen. "We can consider it a vacation."

"We just had a feast."

"So? We've never had a vacation, Andrew, not since we've been together."

He sighs, and leans forward, letting his arms press against yours as you stand on either side of the desk.

"Is that what you truly want?"

"Yes."

"Then you shall have it," he kisses your nose, and admittedly he finds the idea rather exciting. Causing a stir among the humans again, getting them fearful that they might be next? It had been very... mmm.

"Really?"

"Yes." Andrew cups your face with one hand, not caring who is around to witness the affection between the two of you; you've already been labeled as strange and unnatural vampires, so it doesn't matter to him anymore. "We'll go in a few weeks, once I have things handled here. Somewhere remote where we can hunt in peace."

You beam, and kiss him spontaneously, loving the idea of it.

Both of you, out in the world, hunting again?

Humanity will tremble.

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