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Megumi x Vampire!Reader

Type: One shot. Two parts.

Description: As a vampire who was hidden from the human world until your father was captured and killed, you find yourself living with the same humans your father was so afraid of you seeing. So what happens when a powerful vampire from a lineage of vampires that once served a powerful curse, meets a powerful sorcerer from a clan of other powerful sorcerers. Will you kill each other like your father always told you, or will you succumb to the new world of humans and curse welders. More importantly, will you fall for this human, with dead calm eyes, pretty eyelashes and spiky hair, or will you use him to runaway from this world?

Genre: Stangers to Lovers. Monster love. Vampire AU, somewhat soulmate AU.

Warnings: Dark content! There is mentions of death, blood (duh). There is suggestive themes of adult content, biting, and masturbating. If you are reading and are underage, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. Any blogs with no age specified will be blocked!

A/n: Loved making this fic. I love vampires and am a old soul where writes use to incorporate vampires in EVERY fandom! This is definably something for an older audience so please do not interact if you are are underage. This fan fiction ran a bit long so there will be a second part. For the sake of the fan fic, all character will be aged up 4 years! This makes Megumi 20!!!!

Word count: 10.K

Background: In a world of curses, what would it be like if it were intertwined with a world of monsters that also imbued with cursed energy. Most humanoid monsters like vampires, mermaids and werewolves can better manipulate cursed energy, acting as endless fountains of them. And the most dangerous kind of monster are vampires, they not only can imbue cursed energy, but have super abilities other than just speed and strength, unique to each vampire. Due to its growth in population of monsters and the growth of human technology forced the monsters and jujutsu sorcerers to join forces in order to keep the monsters safe in this modern era.

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You were walking in the park, which may sound dangerous for a vampire, but contrary to popular belief, the sun didn’t burn you. You did however, wear a a long sleeve oversized shirt that looked like a dress. You paired it with a under bust corset and stockings with garter belts. A black denim jacket, and a bucket hat for good measure. Black was just your color! Besides, it was all the clothes you could carry after having to flee your father’s castle.

Ever since he died, more and more humans strayed off the hiking path and saw it, so despite the natives warnings, they traveled into the castle. And though you had no trouble scaring them off, the rumors were spreading. And when you felt the curse welders near (monsters called jujutsu sorcerers that), you fled.

So here you were in Tokyo, hiding in plain sight. It worked for the most part, you had an ID and other human things, which your father had prepared for you incase of anything. But, imagine living in a new environment, with new people, new sights and sounds, new tastes, new indulgences. The more you spent with the humans, the more your contempt and hatred for them diminished. You felt pity for them at a time, vampires didn’t really need to prove their powers, you could just feel if another was stronger or not. Humans almost always fought for dominance, or power, so it was strange to see people like, ‘underdogs’, and even stranger when you found yourself rooting for them on the other side of the TV.

The last few months you had finally found your place in this human world, and even made a few human friends. You didn’t hate the humans, you actually understood why they needed to be protected and babied, they weren’t exactly a civilized race, so easy to panic, kill or scare.

So being in a shopping district, buying more sweets and clothes with your paycheck, you felt at ease. Which was your first mistake.

As you paid the vendor for the fresh taffy, you heard a camera click, but ignored it. Your second mistake.

Who had taken the picture you may ask? Yuji, of course and it was for Nobara as she had fallen in love with your outfit and wanted a subtle picture with you. When Yuji showed Megumi and Nobara how weird it was that you body didn’t appear in it at all, but your clothes had, Megumi was they first to order them to grab you. If it hadn’t been for Megumi and his experience in the Cursed world, the other two would have stayed gawking at the picture. He ordered them to follow him in a pursuit of taking you in (to Jujutsu High).

So when they ran towards you, Megumi found it a little strange that a Vampire like yourself hadn’t sensed him coming.

Nobara was the one to touch you, but right before she made contact, you weaved out of the way and turned to face them. And when you saw they’re uniforms, you grit your teeth. Frustrated that you had been busted. Would you die right here? After everything you tried in order to blend in? You wore contacts and even wore makeup to cover up your flawless complexion, though it didn’t really do much to hide its perfection. But most humans assumed it was just the job of the makeup in the first place, so in a way it worked.

The black haired one spoke first. “You need to show me your Mythical ID, and your permit to be here in Tokyo.” His hand was outstretched already, awaiting whatever the fuck he was talking about. You hadn’t a clue what a Mythical ID was or why you needed a permit to simply live in a city. But even though you were lost with his request, one thing was clear, they knew you were a vampire.

“I don’t have either of those. I was supposed to meet up with a friend so I’ll be on my way.” You said confidently, you weren’t about to be bossed around by some random human, who was apart of the bastards that had taken your father from you. As you turned to walk away, the pink haired one shifted to move, in position to stop you. You sneered at him, “why you-“

“If you don’t have permission to live in such close proximity with humans, you’re going to have to come with us and get booked.” The blacked haired one spoke again, you gawked at all three of them when you saw them get into position. If it was a scene they wanted, you had no objections to giving it to them. Thankfully, the shopping district was slowing down and only a few shop owners were watching.

You could fight with little precaution to hurting the humans around you. The first one you’d have to take out was the leader, the Spiky black haired one would be difficult, but if you could defeat the woman in front of him, he’d have no choice but to defend instead of attack. The woman was strong, but she’d be no match for your speed, as for the pink haired looking idiot, you’d probably slash his throat first.

As you turned to look at him and asses, your entire plan went up in flames when he reached out in arm closer to you, and that’s when you felt it; him. The king of curses. Sukuna.

Knowing that this idiot looking kid was Sukuna almost made you shit your pants. Instead of calmly stepping back you had practically jumped up in the air in order to evade him. Dropping your bag on the floor, loosing your edge. Fighting was no longer an option. But fleeing was. Being a vampire meant you had plenty of years of training, combat and escaping. You knew exactly how to flee from this situation and there was no way that a pair of young curse welders would catch you here.

You glanced at your bag on the floor infront of you, and noticed them follow your gaze. Now that you had mislead them into thinking you’d reach down for you bag, you swiftly used you super speed to turn and run away. Leaving them behind thinking that they’d be able to grab you once you reached for your bag. A quick escape meant depending on your powers, but not your strength. If you showed yourself to the humans recklessly you’d have to answer to the Raduno’s. Which you preferred not to.

As you jumped over the heads of a crowd of humans outside the shopping districts you saw an empty street with plenty of alleys. ‘Perfect’.

You landed on the concrete graciously with your old combat boots pleading on their last legs. But they would have to wait as you ran to cross the street, undeterred by the car that was turning in to the one way street. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw a little girl follow you to cross, probably assuming that if you had, it was safe. You cursed inwardly as you heard the car screech and honk at the little girl, warning her that the driver would not have enough time to stop before squishing her and possibly ending her life.

Your third mistake was allowing your personal feelings distract you of your instincts.

In mid lunged you grabbed a lamp post to swing back around and lung yourself back towards the little girl. You knew you couldn’t rely on your super strength or your eyes would glow and burn your contacts from the sheer power. So depending on your immortality and super speed, you lunged yourself right in front of the frozen girl in the middle of the street.

Your combat boots skidded across the concrete and you could feel the seams at the platform rip from the sheer force you used to throw yourself. As you stopped, the concrete under you cracked and when you starred at the car that was still attempting to stop your body was what ultimately paused it.

Though you believed it was your immortality that had stopped the car, you felt the burning in your eyes and knew you had failed. All because of a little human girl. You’d be captured or killed, and if you did manage to escape, the Raduno’s would find you and kill you instead.

The gush of wind that blew when you stopped the car blew your bucket hat off your head. You turned to look at the child and found her quivering in fear at your eyes and inhuman strength. Perhaps this was why vampires hated humans. They were ungrateful, clouded by fear and ignorance.

You saw the the curse welders also turn the corner, the pink haired one arrived first. Your fear for them definitely outshined your terror of the vampire’s coven right now. So you pushed the car with your leg, and it skidded back over the front of the street, thankfully there weren’t many humans that had witnessed it. They did see however, you jumping 5 feet in the air, jumping over the side of a subway railing and jumping down to the last platform on the stairs.

You swiftly jumped over the bars and slid into a train that was leaving, and sighed inwardly now that you were safe. Your next problem on the new agenda was to swiftly live under the Raduno’s radar until everything smooth over, you prayed that they held mercy for you. Which was highly unlikely, but if there was one thing you had left it was hope. Something had to have rubbed off on you from the humans…

As you reached the next stop you smelled the unbearable stench of a dog. The stench was something similar to a werewolf, which was highly unlikely in a train.

You bared through the smell, even though it was wafted towards you in waves. and when you glanced up, careful not to show your glowing red eyes to any humans, there watching you and sniffing the air around you was a white wolf that had a triangular symbol on the middle of its head. You could sense the cursed energy around it, so it was a safe bet that the dog didn’t belong to some human.

You watched as it began to growl at you, and how even though humans around you couldn’t see it, were feeling it’s anger towards you. At this rate the dog would blow your cover. Many humans moved around you and even got up to move away from you. ‘Damn this stupid dog’. Your head whipped right back to stare at it’s eyes, and when it prepared to begin barking, you had reached the end of your patience for the day. To hell with all the rules and regulations and morals; you were dead anyway.

You felt the familiar tug on a string in you snap, as you prepared to use your own very special vampire ability. “Pain.” You whispered at the dog and your growing agitation was slowly diminishing as the dog before you wailed and whined in pain. You knew it was cruel, but this dog wasn’t real, it was basically amortal. You couldn’t really kill something that was never alive in the first place. However, when you heard the urgency in the voice that cried for you to please stop, you found yourself holding back.

You found yourself actually stopping your ability, before you ‘killed’ the dog. You turned to look at the curse welders, all three of them standing right next to you. All but the one carrying Sukuna, were panting and catching their breath. You looked at the black haired boy and thought to yourself, ‘when was the last you ever cared about somebody or something other than yourself?’ He was holding your hat, which was probably how they found you.

Before you could be questioned, you spoke to him, “why do you care for anything amortal?” He huffed before responding, the pause in his throat made you anxious, “because they never asked to be tamed, they do what I ask, in return I give them a home.” You paused as the woman dropped you bag on the floor next to you. You could feel her aggression, but you knew she wouldn’t do anything to outright disrespect you. The boy called the wolf back in to his cursed welding technique.

They all sat in the bench facing you. It was almost like they knew you were giving up. You couldn’t remember ever caring about others and their feelings before living with humans. It was only you and your father back then, he’d protect castle and you were to protect yourself. You were never taught to care about anyone but yourself, of course you loved your father and he loved you. But at the end of the day when he needed you, you did as you were trained, and you didn’t go out to help him.

He always told you that nobodies life was more important than your own. You wondered if he was turning in his grave right now. He would be pissed to know that you were seriously considering just giving up so no human got hurt in the cross fire of the train.

Perhaps the curse welders noticed this, noticed your new change of morality as you sat there and looked at the ground. As you reached the next stop and the train was noticeably emptier, you looked up. “I’m (y/n) Cassius” You peered upward, staring at this black haired boy, hoping to know his name, caring about what he thought. You needed to know more about him, so you could end these ridiculous thoughts about his well being.

They all introduced themselves. Megumi. That was his name. You’d never forget it, and this ridiculous feeling you had for him.

“You should know. I won’t put up a fight for two reasons; I don’t wish to harm the humans around us, and I don’t wish to hurt you Megumi. This does not mean I wish to go with you.” They all listened to you, and when you had mentioned Megumi. He seemed shocked and confused.

“You’re the third vampire I’ve ever meant. And you are nothing like the rest. Why did you save that little girl?” He jabbed back at you. You in turn, huffed in annoyance. You hated open-ended questions. Preferring statements over opinions and ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions.

“No matter what I say, you’d rather believe ‘I wouldn’t have been able to control myself with her blood splattered all over the concrete’, more than you’ll believe anything else.” Then Nobara leaned forward, and stated, “don’t be so quick to assume. Tell us the truth, vampire.” She sneered, you knew she was just trying to edge you on.

You rolled your eyes, “I simply didn’t like the idea that she would have died because she followed me on to traffic. She was trying to cross the street, so when she saw me run across so confidently, she must have thought it was safe. I didn’t wish to be the cause of her death.” You crossed your arms over each other and stared off to the side.

Megumi couldn’t believe his eyes at your answer, could this have been the vampire that Gojo was waiting for? A high standing vampire clan member, who didn’t detest the humans? This would certainly be the perfect candidate for a monster student. He couldn’t believe this, he had met vampire before and their personalities when it came to humans, we’re all the same. They detested them, seeing them as simple meals. They held no self control, and lacked compassion, never seeing it through a humans point of view, because they were too proud to care about anyone else but themselves.

But you were proving to be different, when he called out for you to stop hurting his shikigami, you had. Something he hadn’t expected but was thankful for. You cared about that little girl who was going to die. You saved her, even though she looked at you as the very monster you were identified as. He saw the way you flinched when you turned to look at her and the little girl was terrified- of you.

His thoughts were cut short when Sukuna appeared on Itadori’s cheek and spoke. “Look at that, a Cassius. Shame you turned out to be a half baked vampire. If your grandfather were to see you, he’d be so disappointed. I will say this though, you step out of like with these brats and I ensure you die.” As Sukuna laughed at you, the train sped through a tunnel. The three sorcerers watched as you stood frozen in place, the only thing giving away the fact you were still there in the dark was your glowing red eyes.

The three had no idea that the old age pact your great great grandfather made with Sukuna made you venerable to his special poison in your blood. Which protected you from other poisons but allowed Sukuna to burn your blood at his will. Your fangs bit into your bottom lip in order to hold back the ear pitching scream that threatened to spill through your lips.

You knew he only wanted to keep you close to use you. For nothing else. Staying around would mean trouble. There was a cold sweat that gathered around your forehead as the train reached the end of the tunnel, you felt the cool sensation of your ice cold blood spill from your lips.

You clenched hands released in relief when, Yuji, smacked the little mouth and eye that was speaking, “oi, you shouldn’t speak about her like that.” As soon as Yuji had forced him to go back into hiding, you felt the burning sensation in every part of your body subside. You gasped euphorically, thankful for the pain to be over. Your father had warned you about Sukuna, being it was your clan’s legacy, but you never expected to actually experience the deadly ‘blood burn’, that Sukuna had cursed your family with for all eternity.

“Are you alright!?” Nobara barely shouted, leaning farther towards you in her seat. You licked your lips as you looked up, staring at Megumi, feeling your healing saliva already closing the gashes caused by your fangs. “You heard Sukuna. I suppose I have no choice but to do as you ask. Or else.”

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And just like that, you were forced to get a monster ID and a permit to live in Tokyo. You were to sign a contract that if you sucked the blood of any human, you were to be killed as punishment. You also signed another contract that confirmed that you agreed to be investigated by any Jujutsu sorcerers if you were suspected in any way.

Something about the entire experience was strangely biased. But their you were. Signing waiver after waiver. For a simple, Stupid, minuscule piece of paper that gave you permission to live in a city like Tokyo.

As you finally filled the last piece of paper out, Megumi guided you through the Jujutsu High school, claiming that due to violent acts in the city, the vampires coven was calling for retribution and you were going to have to speak to the elders. When you arrived there, you found a man with white hair and a tremendous amount of cursed aura surrounding him. He was powerful, very powerful. You prayed that he wasn’t here to kill you if the Raduno’s asked the ‘sorcerers’ too. You were just informed that it’s impolite to call people like Megumi, “curse welder’s”.

“This is my sensei Gojo Saturo, He’s going to propose a deal to you.” Megumi may have warned you of the man’s intentions, but you never once thought that he’d ever ask you something like-

“How do you feel like being the first monster-jujutsu high student?”

It was absurd, it didn’t matter what he was proposing. It didn’t matter that you’d be safe from the Raduno’s wrath for retribution. It didn’t matter that you’d be able to stay in Tokyo. It didn’t matter that you’d be able to set an example for other vampires. You’d still be way too close to Sukuna for comfort.

As you stood there in shock to his request, you wondered what the hell was the point of all this shit. What did this man really want from you? There was no way he was going out of his way to help a vampire like yourself. You saw the way your kind was treated. How vampires were perceived here at Jujutsu High, and though most of the facts were true, it was still pretty daft of them to assume all vampires were the same.

At least you thought you were better than all the ridiculous assumptions about a power hunger, out of control vampire.

“I’ll consider it, if it's the Raduno’s desire to kill me. And if they do, I accept your offer. But on the one condition, I won’t have to hide my identity, fangs, or eyes.” Gojo chuckled at your bold flip on his own deal. But smiled anyway and gave you a energetic thumbs up, “oh-kay!”

Were you scared? Of course you were, as an immortal, death wasn’t easy, usually meant being dismembered and burnt by other vampires. But if Gojo was going to pull through like he promised, then you’d at least be walking into the lion’s den with some sort of shield.

As you stood there, listening to the Raduno’s take responsibility for your misdeeds and very obvious behavior, they asked to personally take care of you.Meaning they'd kill you. Right on time, Gojo walks in and sells you out as a slave. So you’d be in eternal indentured slave to all students and staff of Jujutsu High, in return, they’d spare your life. Though the Raduno’s were easily swayed as long as they didn’t have to pay for the damages you caused, the elder’s were far against it.

It wasn’t until the main leader of the Raduno’s, Thibor, a tall and dark vampire who was older than most, mentioned the blood pact. Which, though you were being saved from death, you now considered, wasn’t such a bad thing. Blood pacts were tricky business and not easily broken. Not to mention it meant you were tied to a person until they died, or were killed and if they were killed, you'd die alongside them.

“I think a blood pact would ease the elders minds a-bit, at the prospect of a vampire among human students.” The 3rd main leader, Jules, rolled her eyes as her own white hair fluttered around her shoulders. Thibor added, “(y/n), since this man is offering to risk his reputation for your reckless behavior, why don’t you pick him for your blood pact?”

They were going to supervise, so you wouldn’t trick the elders in to a different pact. Smart, expected from a man as wise and old as Thibor. You shook your head, “I am grateful for his opportunity, but wish to pact with another.” If there was anyone who followed rules, but didn’t resent you, who you thought you understood, it was that boy; Megumi, he’d definitely never abuse his power, seeming as he is the few sorcerers to follow the rules to a T. But he was also the type to be swayed by his own morality, which you could use to your advantage.

Thibor laughed down at you, “Very well, call them in.” He turned to the elders in order to inform them, “You see, blood pacts only work is the one initiating it is a consenting individual to the pact. Which in this case is (y/n), and since a human can’t initiate it, you’ll have to give in to her little nudge.” His condescending tone was deafening.

The other members of the Raduno, looked pleased at your fast wit, while some looked unnaturally bored.

“I pick the sorcerer Megumi.” You watched as Gojo smiled softly and signaled for said sorcerer to be asked to come in.

As you waited, the elders belittled Gojo infront of the Raduno’s, to which he stated, “she will behave with this pact. I’m sure if she doesn’t, she knows she is no match for me.”

Thibor also chimed in to say, “contrary to your belief, elder, (y/n) is actually one of our better behaved vampires. Such a shame since her father was a sight to be seen. So strong, a treasure I wished to have, but he married a hybrid and now look what he created.” Though Thibor defended you, you knew he didn’t really like you, and would rather show the vampire world that vampire breeds like you were not to be accepted.

You knew that’s why no one helped your father when he was captured and killed.

The door opened and everyone watched in anticipation. Megumi walking in and immediately locking eyes with yours. He only teared his gaze from yours when Gojo filled him in to why he was called in. His face and body still facing yourself as his eyes were glancing at Gojo. Though when he was informed about his responsibility, he still barred the same face. Unwavering and unassuming, like he wasn’t bothered.

Exactly the response you wanted from someone you were going to serve the rest of your life.

The eldest vampires stayed to watch the blood pact, in order to ensure that you’d do it correctly. You felt the intensity that wafted over you, as humans and vampires both watched the display of a vampire and a human coming together for all eternity. You explained to Megumi that in order for both of you to share a pact, he would have to give you something that biologically belong to him and vice versa. You told him the easiest way was consume each other’s blood, any amount over a drop would be enough.

You felt his pulse the second you grabbed his hand. It quickened with you hand over his. You pace yourself, allowing himself a few seconds to process as you moved along with the ritual. You had flipped his hand around so that his palm was facing you, after he watched and his heart rate lessened, you brought the wrist up to your lips. Following the ancient ritual you whispered, “Ti servirò bene” and the warm breath the fluttered on Megumi’s wrist made his face flush. He found something about your character alluring, something made him care, but something else made him feel excited. So instead of getting wrapped up in his head, he followed your movement and eyes as you proceeded.

You closed your eyes, while simultaneously closing the gap between your lips and his wrist. You pressed a warm kiss on to him, they were soft. ‘Awfully soft.’ He emphasized to himself. And he paced himself while you slowly pulled away an inch and opened your mouth, you upper lip stretching a bit as you showcased your fangs. He tried to make sense of all the weird emotions he was feeling in this immensely stressful moment, and the pinch he felt when you bit him was quickly forgotten when your lips closed abound the cut. He felt the soft tug from you hollowing your cheeks to drink from his blood, watched you flutter your eyes open and stare back at him as you licked the wound and felt the pleasant buzz on his skin that was healing. It was defiantly a positive feeling, he enjoyed it...

He couldn’t place the swirling sensation in his chest as you gently dropped his wrist, bit your own wrist and offered it to him. As he grasped it you mentioned he was to say, “Ti tratterò bene”. He followed the instructions you had given him and he felt blood rush to his cheeks as he looked up at you and pressed a kiss on your skin. It didn’t matter that Megumi had seen other vampires before, you were the first female, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t believe the old myth about vampires being the loveliest looking creatures on earth. You continued looking as he closed his lips around your own bite.

Though Megumi was following the directions perfectly, his lack of experience (a/n: obviously he’s a human lmfao) shone through when he sucked on your wrist way too harshly. You sucked in an airy breath at the motion and when he leaned up and licked his lips, you didn’t break your eye contact when you brought your wounded wrist to your lips and licked it clean. The indirect kiss, indisputable. Driven by the moment.

Whoever this human was, you were driven by his own aura. Something about him was different. You could feel his heart beat now, proving that the pact had worked. You could feel it picking up, though you couldn’t tell why. You looked away and presented yourself to the vampire coven and awaited the continuing questions and dealings that the elders of the school were to sort out with you. Megumi may still have had his usual pokerface, but he was genially flustered by you. You were the fist women to stir him this way. He had always liked men better because their usual calm and stoic behaviors allured him. You were cold and tilted, unfazed at almost all times. Your only demeanor around everyone else was cold, boring, unapproachable. But when he was present, you were calm and approachable. Did you pick him out to be your next meal?

That wasn’t it, if you were that hungry, there’d be no way that you’d be able to control yourself during the blood pact. He wondered as the elders asked about your diet, what was your most favorable thing to eat. Your voice pulled him out of his daze, “I can survive on either human food or blood. That includes the blood of animals.” The elders furthered questioned how this was possible.

“My mother was a hybrid vampire and fell in love with a full blooded born vampire. So food Is actually something I can survive on with no problems.” The elders were slowly becoming more comfortable with the fact you’d be enrolled to the school or given a job at it. If you passed your entrance exam, you’d be enrolled and could live for free at the dormitory, if you failed you were given a job to pay for the room.

You were given a uniform, nonetheless, a skort with a cropped blazer. (Think Maki’s skirt in the movie and Nobara’s blazer) The button up shirt you chose to wear underneath was black. So were the shoes and tightly woven fishnets you paired with it. Black was your favorite color, as ironic as it was.

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The next day, you walked with Megumi to Gojo’s residence when you mentioned how much you enjoyed the free space at the school. Complaining about how humans could be so comfortable being so near around each other. That was the second time he saw that part of you, open and easy. He waited for Gojo to come out and escort you to the school so that you could take the test.

He walked in with Gojo and was surprisingly allowed to view the exam. He listened as the principal asked the age long question: Why did you come to Jujutsu high. At first you replied with, “I was forced too.” When he released the cursed doll Megumi expected it to bounce towards you, but there it was about to punch him straight in the jaw. Before he could even dodge, you appeared, from a few feet away from him, to right in front of him. Grabbing the doll with taser like precision and speed that caused tears in the stitches. Your eyes glowed when you grasped the dolls head and pulled it off of its body. The stuffing spilled on to the floor while the doll was rendered useless for a while and your eyes never left his.

“Are you alright? Try to be more careful.” You dotted him, the doll being dropped on the floor like trash. “I’m fine. Thank you…” He muttered. Did you do it out of care, or because of your responsibility to the pact?

You offered the teacher a new reason, “I didn’t come willingly. But from now on I will serve Megumi to the best of my ability, which includes being a sorcerer.”

Megumi never knew he could be this intrigued by someone pleading their life to him. He felt his face drop when the principal accepted this answer, stating that he never thought he would ever hear a vampire say that in his life. And Megumi was becoming more and more tense about this pact with you. No matter what biased thing someone said about you or your kind, you were silent, unnerved. The usual eye contact you held was discarded when they spoke of you instead of to you.

You both walked with Gojo, which you were now to refer to as Gojo Sensei, and all other staff were to be addressed as well. The elders did not care that you were actually older than them, you were still to respect them with their titles. Megumi trailed behind, his aura deepening as he was lost in thought. Gojo was jabbering in your ear, but the buzzing was too loud to ignore. You ignored your sensei and trailed behind to be beside Megumi and asked him if he was alright.

His aura jumped before its buzzing calmed down. As a human, simple acts of compassion or sympathy would suffice for now. As time went on, it would take more to please him. You were aware, but the annoying buzzing would always catch your attention as you tried to do your own thing. Because of your pact, whenever Megumi was in a bad mood, the buzzing would continue to call for your observation.

Gojo watched you, you were soft and direct with Megumi, any other vampire would have begrundgenly told Megumi to get out of his head, until the buzzing subsided. Perhaps you cared for him, a little more than other vampires could…

Whatever was happening between the monster and the human was clear as day to Gojo, he’d support it for now.

. A few days later...

You stepped into the field and watched as the 2nd years tensed up. They knew you were powerful, experienced enough to feel the power radiating off of you. You were trained well and your father was all powerful as the elders had mentioned. Thankfully, he had passed it down to you. Your powers growing everyday you tapped into them. They all introduced themselves, their abilities and why they were at Jujutsu High.

“So you cannot see curses? How have you managed to survive all this time.” You asked curiously, you didn’t mean anything by it. But you felt the others grow more awkward as you waited for Maki to answer.

“I have specialized glasses to see them.” You nodded and left it at that. Her secrets were not any of your business to prying into. She seemed to have been grateful at that. Though you wished you could say that living with the sorcerers was more eventful than when you were by yourself. Everything was so slow compared to your own abilities. It truly felt like you were simply existing to babysit Megumi.

However, you didn’t really regret picking the student. Though you’d have been a better match in battle for a teacher like Gojo, being with Megumi was definitely a better choice, you decided after really getting to know the energetic teacher.

Megumi sat next to you as you watched the other 1st years train with the Panda. Another student you decided you liked very much. Following the routine you both usually had when they were all training.

He passed you the water bottle he had gotten you. You softly grasped it, “Thank you.” He glanced out of the corner of his eyes as you opened the bottle and took a gentle sip. He realized two things; 1. You didn’t really need the water, but was humoring him out of compassion, 2. You weren’t wearing any makeup, but you were still as beautiful as ever. Your natural skin glimmered like a diamond whenever the sun glared against it. Your blood red eyes had calmed back down to a deep burgundy. Your eyelashes were even blacker than any mascara he had seen on any women or man. Your lips were plumper then he remembered from when you first arrived.

Everyday that passed Megumi tried harder and harder to please you. This was because of your excessive protection detail you had with him. Even if you weren’t supposed to be with him, you always were. If he was going out with Itadori and Nobara, you were always waiting. You were never impatient, never rude. You were always well behaved. When he was training, you usually sat in the back of a bleacher and watched.

So as a thank you, he brought you a water. Though, to be honest, the more that Megumi tried to do something nice, the more he realized that you didn’t really need it or want it. But you’d still take it, or thank him politely. The only reason he was still trying was because he got to learn more about you.

He realized you were extremely laid back, not in a cocky way, in more of a ‘waiting for something to happen’ way.

He noticed you enjoyed talking to Panda.

He observed that you knew how to prepare food.

He peeked at the way you trained on your own, or with Gojo.

And on those days he realized how much you actually enjoyed sparring. You looked so satisfied being able to train without having to hold back. He watched as you eyes turned that bright red, watched as your posture gave in to savagery.

Gojo taught you well, the faster you got, the faster he became. You never got upset when he won. That was the final thing he noticed that stood out to him. You and Gojo never held back, though he never used cursed techniques and you never hit with intentions of killing. Though he did notice Gojo rely on his infinity quite a bit when you were sparring with him.

The way you were elegant and deadly with each blow. Like it was practiced, for years. Crafted to perfection. Nothing was out of place when you fought. And Megumi found himself watching the sparring every single time. Your raw strength was mesmerizing, he watched your flexibility in the middle of the air, watched your punches full of power as they wind back. Watched as even when you were thrown to the ground by Gojo, you caught yourself and lunged again.

You always thanked him after the 5th sparring, and called it a day.

There was never a clear winner in the spars, but Gojo usually knocked you down by the end of each one.

When you walked him to his room, you grabbed his wrist, it wasn’t harsh but direct. “Your mission that’s coming up. I’m going with you.” He nodded, the last time he had gone on a solo trip without you, he had come back with a gash on his lower leg. “I’ll make sure your safe” you whispered, but he still heard it.

He fell asleep with that thought on his mind all night. Megumi had always been attracted to sweet and soft partners. This was strange, his feelings towards you. You weren’t mean per se, but you weren’t a ‘sweet’ person. You definitely weren’t soft, you were hardcore at the least. There was something alluring about the way you carried yourself, it was like you were bored and he could see why. You were created for much greater things, to be around much more powerful beings. Your whole existence was chalked up to be a blood-thirsty demon that could massacre an entire city for fun.

You were infecting his every thought, every fantasy. He cursed at himself. He shouldn’t be having these indecent thoughts about you. But there he was laying down on his bed looking at the ceiling as he tried to calm down the growing bulge in his pants. It was late in the late by the time he was able to drift off and think of things like you.

He had picked up a manga about something else, in order to distract himself, but as the feeling grew harder and harder to ignore, he huffed and decided to deal with it. He watched as his erection grew in his pants he tried to psych himself out and take a cold shower. But how could he walk out of his dorm to the showers with this huge bulge in his pants. It wasn’t like he didn’t find you extremely attractive but if he continued on with this, he’d have a difficult time facing you tomorrow.

At the moment he was debating about whether or not he should go on with this perverse act, you were in your own room, cursing at himself for thinking this way. He didn’t want to touch himself to you, but more, he was afraid of seeing you after the fact. How could he face you after?

Well, he supposed it didn’t matter much now that he had fisted his hand into pants to slowly paw at his growing erection. The manga he was reading was long forgotten, as he thought of you and your beautiful complexion. He imagined how your face could contort if you were on top of him, bouncing on his lap.

His lazy strokes on his fully erect cock made his breath flutter as he imagined you touching yourself. He pictured what it would look like to watch you grab your chest and play with your own nipples. His hips rutted into his hands as he fantasied about your tongue on his own nipples, he relived the time that your tongue came into contact to his wrist and changed the memory to fit his lewd fantasy.

The details were being refined as he closed his eyes, his hands moving faster to catch his release. He drank up the imagined expressions you would make if you were really here. He swore he felt the breath of another on his neck and the palm of someone slow his own. Forcing him to lag behind his ejaculation. The heat on his chest was undeniable.

There was definitely the ghost of someone touching him. His nipples felt like they were being pawed and the heat on his cheeks moved to swirl in his head. His head fell backwards at that the possibility of you coming and taking care of him.

He was too far gone to his own lewd thoughts to remember how perverse this actually was. You might be there to serve him, but he could never live with himself if he forced anything on to you.

His hand continued to fist harshly at himself, to the point where he had pushed his bottoms down his hips. His long member and pretty pink tip on full display.

He felt something flutter on his own hips, something warm engulfed his own member and it wasn’t his hand. The feeling was indescribable, so warm and inviting that his hips couldn’t help but rut in to it. His sounds were barely muted as he fucked the air. The image of you printed on his mind. There was nothing or anyone else on it. Just you.

The more he rutted in to the air, the more he felt the warmth around his cock. He had no idea what was happening, but his release was too close for him to think of anything else.

The warmth stretched across his shoulders, his lap and thighs. It was like the familiar feeling of someone else in the room with him. Fucking him on his lap. He could faintly see your face, red eyes glowing with a fog of lust over them. Fangs on display as you moaned, your eyebrows furrowed elegantly.

He had no idea what he just saw, if the image he imagined was some kind of wet dissociation, it had done the trick. He came straight into whatever was holding his cock as he rutted the air.

Whatever it was didn’t leave as he continued to rut into the air, chasing the last of his high. As he finished and the warmth left his lap, he grabbed a tissue to clean up after himself.

Tomorrow when he’d see you, he’d apologize.

~

You on the other hand were sitting on your knees on the edge of your bed, barely catching your breath. You had just finished a shower and were about to change when it happened. You huffed as your fangs began to ache for a taste of his neck.

Tonight would be a long and dry night.

Damn this boy.

.

Megumi was still hunted about that night every time that he saw you in the beginning of the day. That also included today. Where he was going to investigate an abandoned church that was being plagued by a curse.

When he arrived at the car that would take you both to the location, he felt his heart beat quicken, and as if you had sensed it, you turned to face him. He felt his cheeks heat up at the quick flash back he had of that night.

You walked over with your bag over your shoulder. “What’s that?” He couldn’t help but ask. “Gojo said he wanted me to hold this for you. Since your a close ranged fighter, having a partner hold your tool could be helpful.” He nodded at your response.

“It’ll definitely come in handy. But don’t you need a weapon to fight a curse?” You smiled softly, which he was still the only one graced to see it, and showcased one of your hands. Flexing it to showcase your vampire claws and the cursed energy surrounding it. “Being a vampire means I don’t need one.”

He gulped as he nodded, the lewd thoughts insistent on distracting him. You both stepped in to the car and he couldn’t stop the thoughts that swirled in his head as he situated himself by the left door and instead of sitting by the other door, you sat flat next to him in the middle.

Your knee brushed against his and he had to fight the urge to pull his leg away, that would only make it more obvious that something was torturing him. But even so, it was like you knew something was bothering him and you added fuel to the fire by leaning over towards him and asking, “Do you have any background information about when the church was being plagued?” Your warm breath caressed his ear in the confined space of the car.

You drank up his quickened heart beat and flustered cheeks as he gulped hard before responding. “Apparently the church had been plagued by little curses that looked like bats. But recently when a scout went to clean up, they were attacked by something that was far to big to be a regular curse. They mentioned it trying to communicate.” He huffed, as if he was having a trouble time breathing.

You smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “You better calm down, your heart beat is a delicious sound, but you need to be on the top of your game for this curse.” He gulped to try and wet his throat and you could swear the sound his heart made caused another ache to your fangs. Desperate to feel his throbbing pulse against them.

The rest of the ride was in silence as you looked out the front window and Megumi pressed his knee against yours and leaned on the door to stare out the window. The pressure his knee gave wasn’t an obvious confession, but was an invitation for you to come closer.

As the car came to its final stop and you slid over to open the car door and Megumi’s body flushed against yours as you stopped to swish your legs out of the car. The warmth his human body could provide was delicious.

As you stepped out, a familiar presence was felt and your once laid back and waiting demeanor changed to a guarded and tensed one. Megumi had definitely noticed the change, but before he could ask, you began walking closer and saying, “whatever is in here is no curse.”

The driver, Ijichi created the veil and warned you both to protect one another, but really he meant you. Which you had already assumed nobody really trusted you. It was fine, you had no intention of hurting Megumi or allowing anything else to harm him either. Before the veil was completely lowered you strutted towards the entrance of the church.

As Megumi fell into step with you, he glanced to see your face as you pulled out the cursed object out of the bag and passed it to him. “Let me scope it out first. I am immortal so even if I were hurt, you can still finish the job.” Though you thought Megumi’s silence was his answer that he’d play along, there was no way he was going to let you barge in there to finish off his mission for him. Pact or no Pact, you weren't a battle weapon available to his disposal.

As you stepped inside, you smelled the air, as just as you suspected when you felt the aura, the odor also confirmed that there was no 1st grade curse. Just a monster. As you stepped in, wicked smirk branded on your face, you called out to it.

“I don’t know what you think your doing in here, but its rather ironic for a vampire to be in a church.” You felt the breeze pick up as a figure came out of an old corridor. There they were, a male vampire, who had just finished eating a corpse. Probably sucking the blood out of it until it was dry, judging by the way the blood caked around his collar. all the windows were patched up, little to no sunlight came in.

“For a second there, I thought you were another curse welder. Good to see you brought a snack. Bring it here and I’ll share my territory with you.” This was the privilege you had when you lived in the estate with your father. A territory that you never had to share or fight for.

When he looked at Megumi and licked his fangs, you stepped in front of him and snarled. “Someone ‘ought to teach you some manners.” Before Megumi could even ask for a monster ID and his permit to be in the church. You lunged forward and swiped at the vampire.

It growled while it dodged you, “Your protecting this human? Aren’t you hungry?” You ignored it as you flew forward and gracefully swung your leg, which hit him with enough force that it sent him into the back of the church where his fall was broken by the stand in the center of the antique church. Your eyes burned, and the familiar feeling of a fight edged you on.

You looked at him sideways and scoffed, “You can either come with us the easy way, or the hard way. A vampire without an ID is to be arrested and booked.” The vampire chuckled as it got up and glared at you.

“You little bitch, I’ll make you pay for that.” He shouted as he flew towards you, swiping his own set of claws at you. You blocked it and rose your leg again to kick him back, which he caught and through you towards the front of the church.

You were experienced in this however, and landed on your feet, crouching and using your hands to stable yourself from the sheer force he had thrown you. The old marble flooring was no match for your claws as you ripped through it to stop yourself from banging into Megumi.

Though this fight was happening normally to you, for Megumi the entire thing was playing out too fast for him to follow. This was much faster than when you sparred with Gojo, though he had no doubt that Gojo would have no problem catching up. The only thing that allowed him to catch you both fighting was the pauses you took and the red glowing eyes you both branded. Your eyes weren't as bright as his own though.

He watched as you faltered to keep up with some of his attacks. Was it because you were rusty, or because you were out of shape? He was unsure, but there was something he noticed when you threw the nameless vampire to the ground and grabbed his head by his hair. ‘Her eyes, they aren’t as red as they usually are.’ They usually were a bright glowing red, but now they were muted and barely glowing.

He watched as you plunged a knee in to his torso, and used your other arm to grasp his neck in a chokehold, pulling upward while he yelled in pain. Megumi felt useless, but there was no way he’d be able to assist you against a freshly fed vampire.

He watched as it clawed at your arms, and your dark red blood dripped down his hands in beads. It wasn’t until it plunged a hand in to your side that you gasped out in pain that Megumi called for you and ran towards you.

You jumped back an in instance. “Megumi NO. Leave it to me. Get a fire started. This scum dies tonight.” The other vampire laughed, his wounds already healing. The rip in his neck already stretching to each other to heal.

“You talk a big game for a vampire that hasn’t had blood in a while. Your wounds will continue to bleed until there’s no more strength in your power and you’ll have to hibernate.” He shouted at the same time lunging towards Megumi, which you prepared for, grabbing him from the back and throwing him in to a pillar. “MEGUMI NOW.”

He got to work on the fire with a matchbox you threw at him. While the other vampire cleared the rubble off of himself and stood, Megumi couldn’t help but over hear his words. “You little minx, once you faint, I’ll make sure to eat the human. Slowly. You may be strong for such a young vampire, but you forgot the most important thing about our immortality. We are nothing without the blood we consume!”

You knew you were no match for this vampire if you didn’t at least consume animal blood. But the elders had made it clear that for you to live without hiding your true form, you’d have to leave those habits behind. It was hard enough finding humans that were healthy enough for consuming blood and erasing their memory after, but now you were prohibited from drinking those of animals as well.

Your wounds would never heal at this rate. Not while you were relying all of your power on your speed and strength. If you did fall in to hibernation, you hoped that Megumi would be safe until you awoke. Or you would die as well, the double sided coin to the blood pact.

This was why Thibor had mentioned the blood pact in the first place, he could care less what happened to a hybrid like you.

You stared at the vampire you were fighting and introduced yourself, to which he followed, his name was Caleb, “why give introductions now, little one? Are you giving up?” You smiled as he relaxed with your playful banter.

You built the power on the string you felt inside, it stretched until it snapped, “pain.” You whispered as you felt the power your father had given you surge out ward and disable the vampire in front of you. Your nose begin bleeding as you walked over to him. Overusing your ability with little concern of your strength.

His silence and arched back, was more than an appropriate answer to the fact that he was in ‘pain’. His knees gave out as the stabbing sensation spread down his legs, he was gasping like a fish out of water. The pain too strong to process and accept.

Your grin was wicked, something sinister as you walked over and kicked him on to his back. He gasped in pain, the feeling unbearable to overcome. The more he tried to ignore it or bear through it, the more intense it became. You stomped on his throat and grabbed his head, fingers digging into his cranium like it was made of rubber. “You’ll never be able to threaten my human again.” You growled, which was definitely heard by Megumi.

You pulled his head off of his body, the ripping sound of flesh, bone and squirting blood cause Megumi to look away. He only looked up when you appeared in front of the fire and threw the screaming head in.

“Vampires like him will never live peacefully with other humans. Vampires do have self control, we could feed off of humans without killing them.” You said, his body thrashing in pain, in your other hand. Once the head was quiet, you threw the body in fire and he watched as the fire grew.

Who knew vampires were so flammable.

He turned to ask you if you were okay, as he watched you eyes flutter closed and sway forward, he felt an urgency to try and catch you. Even though you hadn’t fallen, he grabbed both of your shoulders and guided you away from the fire and sat you on the floor. The blood dripping from your arms and side to major to ignore. It was concerning how the wounds weren’t closing.

“Is it true what he said? Can you not heal without human blood?” You shook your head ‘no’, but it did nothing to calm his concern about you. “Your wounds aren’t healing. What should I do?”

“I..need…”, Your nose began to bleed again, and Megumi felt his desperation grow. “Anything, I’ll do anything, just tell me,” your soft voice pulled him in closer until his ear was by your mouth.

“I need your blood…” You croaked while you leaned forward, pulled his uniform down and greedily bit in to his neck. Megumi could have pulled away if he wanted to, you weren’t holding him down. But after saving his life, choosing a human over another vampire- he didn’t have the heart to refuse you the one thing that could save you. The euphoric feeling of your fangs on his neck was familiar and very inviting.

You realized how hypocritical you were being. But you could have healed fine if you had been eating some animal blood, but deprived of that, your wounds were far to severe now to heal without human blood.

Too weak to suck his neck harshly, you softly suckled. Noticing the soft groans and whimpers that escaped him. If he was opposed to you using him, he had a very awful way of showing it. His blood was nothing like the others you had. You noticed this during the blood pact. The smell of his blood was intoxicating and you knew it wasn’t because of the pact that you now both shared. It was more than that, when you first had tried his blood, you weren’t as confident as you usually were that you’d be able to pull away. At this very moment you weren’t so sure either.

Your strength was defiantly returning as you pulled away to see his face, his lashes fluttered and his eyes were hazy. You slowly leaned back in and bit into the other side. His whine was barely audible as the fire a few feet away from you kindled. You softly suckled, spurred on by the glorious scent his blood left behind. His arm gingerly held you in place. ‘Did he truly want this?’ Or were you forcing him…

You searched for the will power to stop, but the way he whimpered in ecstasy made you forget all morality. You licked the wound to heal it with your saliva. Turning over to the other bite that was leaking his precious substance. You hungrily lapped it up, closing it in the process. Whatever Megumi had to him, forced you in to a frenzy. Your wounds were already healing, you could feel your strength start to return. You leaned forward and and Megumi seemed all too hung over the euphoric feeling of your love bites to pull away.

“Is this okay?” You whispered as you licked his neck once more to feed from him. If he verbally gave you permission, you wouldn’t feel so guilty. He nodded gingerly, “yes..”

His whispered response was all you needed as you bit his neck once more with more vigor than before. His gasp only edged you on even further. As you sucked on him, his groans only grew, and your hunger did as well. You prayed to whoever was listening that you’d have the power to lean back and carry him to the car once this was over. But obviously that wasn’t the plan as Megumi huffed in your ear and arched his back in to you.

Something in you snapped, something new. It was nothing you had ever felt before when feeding on other humans or vampires. You reached a hand down to paw at the growing bulge in his pants. When he jumped from your hand, you pulled him back. No longer wishing for permission or wanting his approval. He needed you and you would serve him well…

When you rubbed at him once more, his body tensed and his heartbeat slowed. If you kept feeding off of him, he’d faint. Or die.

If you were to kill him, you would die as well, but the taste of him on your tongue only encouraged you further to feed. His hand on your shoulder was what brought you back to reality. Killing him wasn’t beneficial to anyone, even if you lost control, it would be on your hands. You pulled back, harshly until you felt the old wall of the church hit the back of your skull. You felt it crack under your force. It was the only thing that woke you from your hungry daze.

Sucking in a breath, you could see Megumi’s flustered state. His mouth agape, and his chest heaving, you could hear his slow heart beat. And could feel the bulge in his pants shrink due to his lack of blood circulation. There was no way you’d please him in this dingy church with the smell of a vampire’s corpse burning next to you. You leaned forward slowly and pecked him on his lips. Leaning over to heal the bite you had left him. Fixing his uniform while you whispered in his ear. “Let’s get you back to the school so you can rest. We’ll tell Sensei you were attacked by the vampire.”

He nodded and rested his head against your shoulder. He was never this vulnerable with anyone, that much was clear to you after the 4 weeks you had to get to know him. He was weak from the blood you had taken, he was going to need a minute to at least find the strength to walk outside to the car. Not to mention you’d have to call Ijichi to lower the veil.

Now as you thought, you had completely forgotten to protect Megumi, even from yourself. And here he was sluggish on your lap because you didn’t know how to contain yourself. You huffed and pulled him closer, “I’m sorry, I should have never placed this burden on you.” He shook his head a bit as to protest, but you ignored it. It didn’t matter what he said, you had harmed him, whether or not he saw it that way, everyone else would. Sooner or later he would realize that too. You reached down to grab his hip to steady him and you lifted him up effortlessly.

Megumi wouldn’t lie, that was the first time a woman had ever embraced him the way you had. But he was grateful for the care you were taking with him as you wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders and carried him out. Reaching outside, you grabbed the phone from his pocket and opened it to call Ijichi and asked him to lower the veil and informed him that Megumi was to weak to carry himself.

As the veil was being lifted, he saw Ijichi run towards him and saw the panic in his eyes. He also didn’t miss the disdain that he threw towards you. No matter what you did, Megumi noticed that all humans would fear the worst from you. But he saw the truth, you weren’t a careless vampire that was driven by greed and power. You were a kid just like him, trying to find a life worth living.

This time as you sat in the car, you sat by the door, away from him. He wanted to let you know that there was nothing wrong with what you did, but his heavy eyes forced him to sleep before he tried to disperse any more energy. He’d have to tell you later on.

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