summary : you had always had a crush on your older brother’s best friend, elliot, who was always hanging around the house. it started off innocent, but as more years passed, those feelings developed an interesting turn.
warnings : eventual smut,enemies to lovers,sassy!reader,god complex,usage of drugs
authors note : i’ve been waiting to upload this, so so so excited. here it is ladies and gentlemen and them. muah !
elliot masterlist
January 11, 2019
“Your brothers’ music is so fucking annoying,” Maddy muttered with pursed lips, rolling her eyes as she applied a thick layer of gloss. Nodding your head in agreement, your perfectly manicured nails flipped through another magazine, waiting for your toes to dry. In the background, some hideous rock music played behind the paper walls that connected to your older brother, Sam’s, room. Her tone was plucked, “I can barely feel myself think, like, is he seeking attention or something?”
You snorted at that. Flipping your hair over your shoulders, you released an irritated sigh, standing up onto your feet. Toes sinking into the flush carpet, you walked past her, exiting your room, “I’ll go tell him to turn it down. Be right back,” you muttered in a slight mutter, your golden necklace with your name printed in gold laying between the valley of your breasts. With slight furrowed brows, you stuck your nose in the air, before approaching the doofus’ door. It was littered in random stickers, consisting of musical instruments, a big DO NOT DISTURB sign printed onto the front it it, “Sam,” you shouted, banging your fists on the door, “Open the door, asshole!”
In a few moments, the door swung open, revealing your stoner older brother. Only by a two years. But he treated that as if it was the biggest gap in the world. It really irritated you to the core, how he acted superior, when you were sure his brain feels were deteriorating every waking second due to the green herb. His eyes were hooded, looking down at you with a scowl, “What do you want, slut?”
“For you to turn you shit down, before I tell mom what I found in your room last week,” you threatened, talking about the two grams of molly that was hidden beneath his underwear drawer. His jaw tightened at the threat, making you smirk, “Deal? Deal. So do what I want or we’ll be having a family meeting tonight, kay?”
His eyes rolled, flipping you off, before slamming the door in your face. With a groan of disgust, hoping the stench of weed didn’t stick to your clothes—you returned to your room, noticing that your friend was no longer there. And when your phone rung, reading the text from your bestie, your assumptions had been accurate.
mads bae :
sorry bitch, nate picked me up. explain later. tty tomorrow love u
Raising your brows, you responded.
k, love u 2. muah
Sighing, you threw your phone onto your purple bed sheets, pondering in what to do. You didn’t really eat carbs past six, but it was the weekend, and you had shit else to do. Whatever. You were going to be seriously bloated tomorrow, but in the moment, you really wanted some fucking cheetos. Walking back out your room, your freshly painted feet skipped down the stairs, hand sliding down the polished railing. Entering the kitchen, a scream tore from your throat, hand flying to your chest when you spotted some boy looking in your fridge. Judgment lacing in your voice, your brow rose,
“Um, excuse me?” You placed your hands on your hips, face twisting at the sight of him. The boy, who you got a better glimpse at, shut the fridge door with a surprised look. Black roots rested between strands of bleached blonde ones, skin tan and smooth, an apple shaped tat standing out on his face. Tilting your head, your eyes fell down to his outfit, which consisted of a black hoodie and a pair of regular light washed blue jeans. He was your brothers’ friend. Especially with the way his eyes squinted at you, rimmed with red, you knew he was high, “Who are you? And why the hell are you holding a jar of mayo?”
Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he chuckled, placing it onto the counter, “I was gonna make a sandwich,” he explained, voice raspy and low. Leaning his hip against it afterwards, his brow arched towards you, “I’m guessin’ you’re Sams’ little sis, Y/N,” he assumed, offering you his hand. Your nose scrunched at the gesture, eyes flickering up and down at him, as his hand fell back to his side, “Okay, uh, nevermind the—“
“You smell like weed, and it’s giving me a headache,” you grumbled, pushing past him, making your way to the cabinet. His eyes glued to your figure as you took the bag out, with orange accents, not paying him any mind as you poured a few of the chips in a bowl. He cleared his throat again, making your eyes roll again, not intending to have a conversation with some stoner kid that your brother picked up. Chewing slowly, your eyes snapped to his with a glare, as his voice sounded once again,
“Damn. Your brother said you were a bitch,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His lips curved into a slight smirk when your eyes turned thinner, “Guess I had to see for myself, didn’t I?”
You scoffed, swallowing the cheesy snack, “Puh—lease. Like I’d care what a pothead like you thought,” you mumbled, taking another bite of the crunchy item in your small fingers, “Besides, I’m not a bitch, I just don’t associate myself with those that smell like a skunks’ asshole,” you continued on, his jaw tightening at your bluntness, “Since you’re new, I’ll explain the rules to you. My brothers’ friends don’t speak to me unless I speak to them first, which is never, so this’ll be our last interaction. Alright? Cool.”
Turning around, about to head back up to your room, you froze after one step when he chuckled.
“You sound a little too full of yourself for someone that’s mid, at most,” he quipped back, with a dry tone, making your eyes round. No one ever spoke back to you, ever. To be honest, guys ate it up when you treated them like shit, finding it attractive that you had a backbone and standards. It was a bit refreshing to finally meet someone that challenged you, but more importantly, it pissed you the fuck off. Turning around, he shrugged innocently, lazy smile hanging off his lips, “I bet underneath all that makeup, you look as miserable as you are.”
Luckily, you didn’t get offended easily. You were hot, and you knew it—so it was obvious he was lying because you had crushed his ego. Smiling at him, you blinked, tone sickeningly sweet, “Don’t come for my looks unless you can point out something specific, for an example, like that fugly tat that’s on your cheek. Oh—or your poorly dyed hair that looked like you colored it with an air fryer. Now, do what you do best, and get high while looking at naked pics of girls you’ll never get.”
Speechless, his lips pressed firmly together, probably trying to calculate how to get you back. But without giving him anymore of your precious time, your hand fell to your chest, mocking sympathy,
“This was a humbling experience. Y’know, speaking to a loser like you. Inspired me to go do my homework, so thanks.”
And with that, you sent him a wink, before spinning around and swiveling your hips, making your dramatic exit out the kitchen.
And that’s how you met your brothers’ best friend, Elliot.
At school next day, he was brought up by your friends.
BB let out a sound of disgust, as Kat opened another pack of snickers, taking a bite as she typed away on her computer, “Fuck, Kat, you should watch out, before like, you get diabetes or something—“
Not glancing at either of them, you applied some blush to your lips, expression not rippling, “Shut the fuck up and stop being a fucking cock sucker,” you cut her off, everyone in the bathroom falling silent. You hated BB, especially with how she always tried kissing your ass, hating on people whilst trying to impress you. But Kat was your friend, and rule number one of being a hot ass bitch, was to never be a bitch to your friend. That’s like, fake, which is so not it, “And I mean like, literally. All you do is such cock in the bathroom during lunch,” you snapped, Maddy standing beside you as she crossed her arms,
“M, do you think it’s cool to shame other girls?”
Maddy rose her brows, unimpressed, “Yeah, no. That’s some weirdo shit right there, B. Figure that out.”
The embarrassed brunette felt her cheeks turn red, looking down at her shoes without saying anything before hitting her vape. Letting out a sigh, you patted your cheeks, making sure the blush set in, before offering it to Kat, who had put away the chocolate bar, “Here, use this. It’s my fav,” you handed it to her, “Your skin tone, is like, super nice. I wish I had skin that clear.”
Kat smiled, “Thanks, but you’re like, perfect,” she complimented, facing the mirror. Letting out a chuckle, you took the blush from her, before dipping your finger into the bright powder, “No such thing as perfect, babe,” you told her, dabbing it gently against her pale skin, “—but, you can pretend to be, because no one else knows you’re pretending. Besides, I’m close enough to it anyways.”
In response, she laughed nervously before biting her lip.
You actually liked Kat. Her and Maddy were the only two people you could stand in this entire fucking school, and she was actually real. She told how how it was, but was also this extremely shy girl, letting people walk all over her kindness when it’s convenient for them. Maddy and you were like her bodyguards, which was cool for you, since you saw her as your daughter in an odd way. She was so sweet, voice small, thick glasses always covering her brown doe-shaped eyes. She was really pretty, too, but her fashion was a no no.
That was a different story for a different time.
“So there’s a new kid,” Maddie brought up, sliding onto the counter. Her heels hung in the air as she placed her hands on her knees, smirking with her plump, glossy lips, “He came from like, some other city here in cali, I think. I heard he has a tattoo on his face of some shit.”
A brief recollection of last night rolled into your mind, making your blood run cold when you remembered him. Laughing, you finished Kat’s cheeks, shoving the makeup product bag into your bag, “Yeah, I know,” you mused, cocking your hip, “I met him. He’s some stoner freak that’s friends with Sam.”
Maddy narrowed her eyes, “Ew.”
“Right,” you sighed, looking in the mirror. Fluffing your hair, you craned your neck, making sure your makeup wasn’t cakey in the lighting, “Either he’s gay, or smoked so much that his brain became dead—because he said I was mid. I’m everyone’s type.”
Maddy let out an agitated sound, looking down at her phone, disregarding what you said, “Ugh, Nate keeps texting me,” she mumbled, fingers flying across her screen, “He keeps wanting to take me shopping, but I won’t give in that easily, especially after what he did.”
Kat’s voice was quiet, but still apparent, as she leaned against one of the counters, “You mean when he did put it up your ass?”
Biting back a smirk, you gingerly placed one of your hands over your mouth, masking yourself as Maddy suddenly became more flustered. Cheeks turning red, she pointed a finger at you two, “It was one finger, and no, I’m not talking about that,” she snapped, her voice tight, “Last night, I was like I need a boob job, right? And then he didn’t say anything, which was like, the wrong fucking answer,” she rambled, pulling out her mascara wand and swiping at her lashes.
Leaning into the school mirror, her large eyes stared at herself, “So when I confronted him, he said he liked them the way they were, which pissed me off more—because he didn’t say that in the beginning.”
You hummed, “Right. So it seems like he’s lying.”
“Exactly.”
“I mean, we’re in high school now, and I’m a woman—he needs to treat me like it,” she went on, anger building up within her. Fanning her face, she shook away the thought of him, looking at you with a raised brows, “Anyways, is he cute?”
You frowned.
“Who?”
“The new kid, bitch. Is he fuckable for you? I mean, new year, new dick,” she prompted, a suggestive tone in her voice. You bit your lip, not usually liking anyone in that type of way. But you had to admit, he was attractive, and did get on your nerves—which no one usually could, since you didn’t care about anyone’s opinions. But the way that he had dominated you, instead of vice versa, made your chest warm.
But obviously, you wouldn’t admit that, face twisting as you readjusted your bag over your shoulder, “The fuck? He’s friends with my brother. That’s like, weird. If he’s willing to hang out with a loser like him, then imagine how weird he is.”
Kat played with her fingers, “Your brother is cool, I mean, he’s not that bad,” she mumbled, causing you and Maddy to send knowing looks to one another, smiles on your faces. It was obvious Kat had a crush on Sam, but would never verbally say it, probably because she thought she couldn’t bag him. But to be honest, you thought they would look cute together, but didn’t want him to be with one of your friends.
They were yours, not his. Which made you a little selfish, yes, but you didn’t give a fuck. Besides, it’s not your fault she never acted on her feelings. Her eyes rounded as she looked at you, “Not like I know that, it’s just—nevermind. Forget it.”
Laughing, you felt Maddy bend you over, thrusting her hips against your backside as you fake moaned. Kat blushed furiously, “Fuck you,” she laughed, standing up onto her feet, “I have class. See you guys.”
“Bye bitch, love ya!”
March 8, 2022
Swaying your hips expertly, your body sprang into a back flip, falling into the arms of two other girls. Springing from their grip, you walked to the front of the row, popping your hip to the side before smirking at the crowd. Being the best dancer on Easthigh Land Highschool’s dance team was easy for you, having a natural rhythm to your body, showing off what no one can touch. It also boosted your already high ego, watching as the students cheered from the stands, raising in sound when you fell into the splits. Then you spun around, before dropping to your knees, shaking your ass. Licking your teeth, you flew back to your feet, before strutting to the back. Pulling your hands, you furrowed your brows, pumping the audience up.
Then, cockily smirking, you finished off the dance by hurdling your body into three front flips, before ending it in the splits—hands in the air as you giggled at the attention. You loved it. The cheers, clapping for you, hungry eyes of the boys that wished they could spend a night with you, the girls that both envied you and wanted to be you. It was like drugs, addicting and something you craved.
Sending a kiss to the students, you stood onto your feet, before bouncing in your steps as the football team began to jog back onto the court. Your eyes narrowed when you spotted Sam, with his stoner friends, smoking some bud behind the bleachers. Spotting a familiar bed of blonde curls, your chest puffed, feeling a hot light stab into your heart. Wearing his baggy shirt, Elliot leaned against the pole, taking a hint of his joint.
Clearing your throat, you tore your eyes from him, Maddy pulling you down onto the bench beside her in her cheer uniform, “Bitch, you slayed. As usual.”
“Thanks,” you smiled, brushing off your glittery purple shorts. Covering your breasts was a skin tight black top, the uniform for the dancers, smoky purple eyeshadow painted onto your eyelids—purple rhinestones decorating the top of your cheekbones. The game went on, before Maddy went to go cheer, and eventually it ended. You hated football games, they were so fucking boring, but the parties after were always the best part. After the game, you all went over to Jacob Chapman’s place, where he hosted an after game get together.
But after the party, you didn’t end up getting drunk, ditching when Maddy vanished with Nate to go fuck. You weren’t really in a partying mood, wanting to just be alone and do some face masks and self care. Approaching your house, you slowed down, spotting your brothers’ best friend sitting on the steps, joint in between his fingers, looking straightward.
When his eyes fell onto yours, your stomach flipped, but acted opposite of your hidden feelings, pulling on a twisted look, “Well look who it is,” he rasped out, blowing out a stream of smoke. His lips quirked into a half smirk,
“It’s the wicked bitch of the west.”
Ever since you met Elliot three years ago, you had concluded that you did have a crush on him. But of course, your brother would kill you, and it was just embarrassing. You were the town’s princess, everyone loved you and kissed the ground you walked on. Elliot was more so—the bad boy. The punk. Instead of watching the football games, he smoked behind the scenes. At dances, he would ditch with your brother and sit in the parking lot, sharing joints and liquor they stole from god knows where. His grades were ass, which wasn’t surprising, when you’re high all the damn time. But yet, girls wanted him, because he didn’t care about anything or what anyone thought. Similar to you.
Which is why you liked him. Competition. He was different.
He was exciting. A breath of fresh air. His tattoos that littered his body, always wearing dark clothes, that fucking lip piercing he had. Sometimes he would tug it in between his teeth, unknowingly, and it made you squeeze your thighs together at the sight. It pissed you off the affect he had on you, because you were usually the one in control, but not when it came to him. That’s why you were so mean to him—because you hated the way he made you feel.
You wanted to clip the wings of the butterflies he gave you.
Raising your brow, you cocked your head to the side, “What? My brother not here to jerk you off or what?”
He chuckled, tapping on his joint with his pinky to rid of the ash, “He ditched me to go fuck Cassie. Guess pussy is more important than bros,” he muttered, hollowing his cheeks as he took another hit. His eyes narrowed down at you, “Thought you were going to Chapmans.”
“Maddy ditched me to go fuck Nate. Go figure,” you muttered bitterly, “So why don’t you leave, if my brother isn’t here. Your stinking up my front porch.”
His eyes flashed.
“Thought you liked my company,” he mused.
You scoffed, leading him to snicker.
“The only time I’ll ever love your company is when in loving memory is put in front of it.”
Sniffling, he wiped his nose, before putting out his joint, “As always, your company has been absolute shit,” he smiled at you in a fake, mocking way, causing you to reflect it. Kicking his feet of the steps, he sent you a salute, bowing slightly, “See you later, bitch.”
Sending him the bird, you rolled your eyes, before walking into your house.
summary : In an alternate universe, the world is separated into two. Vampires and humans. The Vacuo is the town of the blood suckers, but what happens when a fragile mortal takes the wrong turn on a road trip and stumbles upon the border of the god forsaken land?
warnings : humor, fluff, angst, smut, drinking blood, overstimulation, clit play, biting, choking, sweet sex, oral sex (f) receiving, the L word, not proof read
word count : 9.4K
authors note : i know this is a bit out there, but i had the idea and needed to go with it. i’m very proud of the outcome of this fic and hope you all like it—so here it is !!
song based off this : castaways by 5 seconds of summer
elliot masterlist navigation
Muttering a curse, your steering wheel jerked as the pebbles beneath your wheels cracked in your ears. Your boss had demanded that you return back to the office to finish up your thesis on your latest article about the vamps that set fire to the orphanage in Brookhurst lane. It had happened a few weeks ago, the news setting tears in your eyes at how devastating it was. Three children had perished, at the hands of the “filthy bloodsuckers”— quoted by many people, including your boss.
You had to admit, the news was hard to hear. You hadn’t expected those things to do something so ghastly, so horrible. But then again, they killed innocent humans and drank their blood, so you couldn’t say you were surprised. But still—you had minor hope for them, well, that was until this morning when that event occurred.
The night was extra dark tonight, clouds nowhere to be seen, but no stars being evident on the black canvas. Your glasses fell to the tip of your nose as you sighed, eyes burning with slight weariness, wanting to get this stupid paper done so you could return to your apartment and sleep for the next few days. A yawn had torn from your lips as you made a sharp turn, spotting a dirt road up ahead. Your eyes thinned as an idea popped into your head; listening to your thoughts before delving down that direction.
It looked like a quicker way to get to your destination. Perhaps if you cut through the woods you could get cut some time.
Another sigh leaving you, your eyes slightly watered for a moment. Your vision blurred as you smacked your lips, eyes rounding when a certain black shadow appeared in front of the headlights of your car. Woods surrounding you, it shocked you that someone or something was out this late at night, a gasp tearing through you as your foot stomped on the break. Neck flinging forward, your forehead smashed against the steering wheel, warm liquid trickling down the flesh of your temple as you groaned, “Oh, fuck.”
Adrenaline pumped in your veins. A full ache pounded in your skull, fingers reaching up to press on the wound with squinting eyes. Letting out a hiss, you felt a minor cut, blood coating the pads of your fingertips. Curling your upper lip in irritation, your eyes flew behind the wheel, looking for whatever had made you stop so abruptly. But then you frowned, nothing being there.
“What the fuck?” You snapped aloud in a harsh whisper, opening your car door.
The beeping alarm rang in your ears, your car system telling you that your door was open. Ignoring the sound, your feet padded onto the dirt road, cold breeze fanning your features. Goosebumps littered across your skin, even though you had on a sweater plus a raincoat, mind still a bit fuzzy from banging your head onto the wheel, “Hello?”
Your voice echoed, but there wasn’t anyone who returned it. Your brows knitted together as you heard rustling in the bushes, but figured it could’ve been you being paranoid—until you heard twigs snap. Eyes rounding in fear, you snapped your head towards the location of the sound, but spotted nothing suspicious. Your lips opened to call out again, but this time, you felt someone attack you from behind.
Being kicked to the ground, your palms scraped against the sandy textured floor as scream left you. Flipping to your back, eyes widening in horror, you saw three tall men dressed in all black. You knew who they were. Skin pale and translucent; blue veins protruding from their limbs that weren’t covered by dark clothing. Eyes fierce and animalistic, pupils blending into a dark red shade that pierced through your soul. Hostility swirled in them, amongst with hanger, showing off their fangs as they hissed downwards at your trembling figure.
The middle one took a step closer, thin lips quirking into an evil smirk. His voice was almost like a dream, authentic and versatile, “Look what we have here. A mortal in our town,” he spoke slowly, making you gulp. You didn’t understand. He licked his lips as he tilted his bald head at your horrified state, “You know the laws, sweetheart. Killing on our turf isn’t against the law. So, scream as much as you want, it excites us.”
You shielded your face as he lunged at you, “Wait—please—!”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you curled into a ball as you awaited for his teeth to snatch your lungs through your chest. Hyperventilating, your body trembled, but it never came. Peeling your eyes open, you heard another snarl, accompanied by a bunch of other ones, making shock rock through you. Blinking quickly, a blur of white shadows began to fight against the three vampires, groans and cries falling from the latter as you sat up onto your bottom. Bottom lip shaking, you scooted back, thinning your eyes to catch the movement before you.
But they were already gone. The bad ones, at least. Finally, after a few seconds, a group emerged from the woods—the ones that fought off the killer vamps that were going to feast on you for dinner. Still panting, you gulped as you studied their features.
There had been three of them.
A woman had caught your attention, seeming middle aged, her skin as light as the moon shining above you. Her features were doll like and sharp, eyes deep and dark, sinking into her flesh like honey. Pupils a bright hazel, her fangs were tucked over her lips, which were pink and airy. Hair black and straight, a white long sleeve rolled down her thin arms, black slacks completing the outfit. She looked..normal.
Beside her, was who you believed to be her partner, his hair an icy white that appeared platinum. His eyes matched the strands on his head, a bright yellow, his flesh as fair as the beautiful woman standing next to him. A white button up was folded into half sleeves on his muscular arms, also wearing black slacks, his hair gelled back into perfection. Your breath was taken away by his beauty, and the gentleness swirling in his hues.
Lastly, there was a girl. She was considerably smaller than the other two—and you wondered if she was their child. She looked about fifteen or so, eyes a bright hazel, which startled you to be honest. They were striking and intimidating. A dark maroon dress tugged at her narrow waist, a black coat falling off her nimble shoulders, long blonde hair cascading into waves down towards her back. Her eyes were round, like the woman, and it appeared she inherited it from her. They were naturally glossy, but she staid in her place, staring at you as the man approached you.
Flinching, you scooted back some more as he held his hand out, raising his brows, “Are you hurt?”
After a few moments of silence, you shook your head, swallowing thickly. He nodded before his lips grew into a gentle smile, urging you to accept his hand.
“We won’t hurt you,” he admitted, his tone sincere, “We don’t kill humans. In fact—we prefer having them as pets.”
You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but when his smile grew, you found out he was. Biting your lower lip, you took a chance, and slid your smaller hand into his large one. It was cold, like really cold. It felt like ice against your skin, and your body jerked as he pulled you onto your feet. Furrowing your brows, you pulled your hand back to your side, “I thought vampires were forbidden to leave Vacuo.”
The woman chuckled from the distance between you two, “You are in Vacuo, darling.”
“How? I thought—“
“It’s the border,” the man explained, gesturing to the woods on the right, “You’re barely here, but yes, you’re here. It’s unsafe as of now to return you back to your world, so you must spend the night with us. At least until we figure out where you came from.”
You stared at them in reluctance, “Why should I trust you?”
Offering his hand, he ignored your question, eyes fiery.
“I’m Belen, and this is my family. I assure you that now you’ve obtained this much information about us, it’s safe to say we won’t put any harm in your way. That, and we saved your life just now,” his eyes twinkled, a bit of humor splashed into his tone. Your jaw tightened as he nodded his head at your silence, “It’s your choice. Take a risk and come with us, or spend the night alone in these woods. Up to you.”
Glancing over at your car, you knew that there was no way you’d survive alone in Vacuo. No human every crosses the boundaries of the human world into the vampire realm; and it was bizarre that you did it in accident. Only a fucking idiot like you would do that. You succumbed to the man, nodding slightly, brushing your hair away from your face.
“Alright. I’ll go with you.”
Letting out a wince, you watched with careful eyes as the woman placed a bandaid on your wound. The fire crackled in the background as rain slightly trickled onto the rooftop, hearing her softly laugh. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans as you shifted in your seat, watching her thick lashes flutter as she pulls away from you, “The blood doesn’t bother you?”
She shook her head, sending you a soft smile, before turning around and walking over to one of the wooden doors. Their home was welcoming, making you surprised that it wasn’t all grimey and dark. You expected them to sleep in coffins, like the movies, bats littered across the ceiling as spiders and other bugs infested the caves. But no—this was a cottage. The fire made the inside illuminate into a faint yellow, scent of burning wood wagging up your nose, soothing your nerves.
A brown couch was in the living room, which is where you sat, sinking into the cushions. A few family pictures hung on the walls, above the fireplace as well, and you noticed one picture that had caught your eye. It was the three of them, yes, but a boy was also in it—unlike the other pictures in the frames. His eyes were dark and empty, a tight smile on his plump lips, as the man, Belen, pulled him into a side hug.
“My parents had me grow up on cows’ blood,” she explained, snapping you out of your daze. Taking a seat beside you, she handed you a cup of tea that she heated over the fireplace, “—and my children do the same. It helps us keep in tune with our humane side, I suppose.”
You wondered if they poisoned the tea, but shrugged it off. If they planned to kill you—you were already dead anyways.
Sipping on the warm liquid, it felt amazing as it eased the hoarseness in your dry throat. Your eyes flickered over to you, “I uh, love green tea actually.”
“It’s my favorite,” she replied, drinking from her own.
The atmosphere was cozy. You spotted the younger girl peer over her shoulder at you, from the top of the stairs, before vanishing into her room you assumed. The woman laughed beside you, and you actually returned it this time, much to your surprise, “She’s never met a human before—she’s a bit shy.”
You nodded, “It’s fine. I understand,” you waved it off, raising a brow, “What’s your name?”
“Alana, it’s a family name. My mother was named that as well..and you, dear?”
“Y/N,” you smiled for the first time since you had been there.
Her smile grew, “What a beautiful name. My daughter is named Scarlett, and my son is Elliot,” she added on, “He’s hunting right now. Probably won’t be home at all tonight—you know how teenagers are.”
You laughed again at her words, even though you were only eighteen years old. A yawn left you, making her stand up onto her feet, patting the fur blanket that was laid out onto the couch for you, “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you in the morning,” she told you kindly, before approaching the stairs, “Sweet dreams.”
“Thank you,” you told her, and she hummed before going up the steps.
You looked around with your eyes, hoping they didn’t kill you in your sleep. Sinking into the couch, you pulled the warm blanket over you, feeling it melt onto your figure as you sighed happily. It felt like a cloud. Flipping to your side, you tucked your hand beneath your chin, and felt your eyes flutter close, sleep instantly taking over. You must’ve been really exhausted.
Feeling something poke your cheekbone, a small groan left your lips. In a groggy state, your eyes peeled open, brows snapping together at whatever disturbed your sleep. But when they met with a pair of wide ones, staring down at you, feeling whatever the hell the thing was leaning over your figure, a scream scratched your throat.
And then, well, he screamed too.
Jolting into an upright position, knocking the boy onto the ground, he scrambled to his feet before pointing a finger at you, “Mom—why is there a mortal in our house?” He shouted, his chest rising up and down quickly as he caught his breath, narrowing his eyes at your features before plugging his nose, “—and why do they smell like mud and horse shit?”
You let out a gasp at his insulting words, hearing footsteps rumble down the stairs, sending a glare to the red-haired boy that had fallen onto the ground. His hair appeared to be a darkish red, shaven down into a buzz cut, and when he his head turned to the side—you spotted a black widow imprinted into the back of it. Wearing a blazer that was three sizes to big for him, black ripped skinny jeans tightened around his long legs, your chest turned warm at how handsome he actually was.
His eyes were a dark red color, cheekbones beautifully sculpted onto his admirable face. When he towered over you, you realized he was actually very tall, probably reaching around six foot. You didn’t know if he had eyeliner smeared under his eyes, or if they were naturally that dark—but you figured it was the latter, since vampires usually had a more gloomier sense of features. His eyes glued onto yours as you swallowed thickly.
You heard laughter, and glanced to the top of the stairs and spotted the younger girl, Scarlett, you think was her name, giggling with a hand over her mouth. Her blonde hair covered half her face, as it shook due to her movements.
“Elliot, you scared the human!” Alana scolded, who you figured was his mother, who came from behind you.
Elliot.
You remembered her mentioning her son, who had that name, so you put the pieces together and concluded that he was her son. Which was odd, because he didn’t look much like them, his skin considerably more tan compared to their pale complexion. You staid silent as his eyes narrowed into slits down towards you, his gaze sticking to yours, even though his words were directed to his mother, “Where’s father?”
“Trading,” she answered in her soft voice, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes still didn’t leave yours,
“She was lost—and we made a promise to not hurt her. Apologize for your outbursts, Elliot.”
His jaw tightened, this time, a more soft look covering his features.
“I’m—sorry.”
This time, he appeared to be more considerate, offering you even a small smile. You didn’t really return it though, still frightened by how he woke you up, hand still on your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to be rude; since they did take you in and have kept up with their promise of keeping you safe. In a small voice, you nodded, “It’s okay.”
He licked his lips before his mother ran a hand over his hair, smiling pleasantly between you two, “Now, let’s let her sleep. You know humans and their sleep,” she joked, and you briefly hummed before looking back at him. He gave you a once-over, something glinting in his eyes, before placing his hand on his mother’s back and following her up the steps.
When you had woken back up, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, checking to see if there had been any battery.
Nope. Of course.
You didn’t understand how you could’ve wondered across the border. There wasn’t any signs that warned you, and it made you wonder, how often did this happen? How many unlucky humans weren’t saved by this family and died at the hands of the real cold blooded killers? The thought had sent icy chills down you spine, biting on your lower lip, as you tucked your phone back into your pocket.
Throwing the fur blanket away from you, your white sneakers, which were now a murky brown, padded against the brown carpet of the cottage as you explored.
There were pots and pans spread out across the table, a metal bucket hung over the fireplace to most likely boil water or liquid in general. Everything was made of either wood or natural supplies, the floor creaking beneath you as you began to organize everything on the surface. Putting the pots and pans on one side in a neat manner, you then pushed all the chairs back beneath the table, and wiped the checkered tablecloth off with a cloth that was slung over the fireplace.
Finding a bowl of fruits, which was odd since you didn’t think vampires ate anything, you took a bite of the glossy apple that shined. Your stomach rumbled with hunger as your teeth sunk it it, but then let out a hacking cough, realizing it was plastic. You heard a chuckle rumble from behind you, “It’s for decoration—vampires don’t eat food.”
Spinning around, your cheeks heated up as you spotted the boy from earlier, Elliot. Placing the apple back onto the bowl, with new teeth marks indented into it, you pressed your lips together stubbornly.
“I’m now aware of that, thank you very much.”
He chuckled again, and stepped into the light. Candles illuminating his sharp features, you noticed he had an apple tattooed onto his cheekbone, a different language on his right temple—appearing in a sort of asian language. An x was imprinted on burn his eyelids, and when he craned his neck, you spotted a small bird being printed in black onto the left of his throat, “Are you hungry?”
You blinked at him, causing him to sigh.
“My mom would kill me if I didn’t feed you, so, c’mon.”
He didn’t give you a chance to speak, grabbing your wrist and leading you out the house. It was still night time, leading you to be confused, “I thought it would be morning by now.”
Leaves crunched beneath you as he guided you onto a dirt path, long trees shadowing over you, as his shoulder rubbed yours, “You don’t know anything about Vacuo, so you?” He looked over at you with a slight smirk, earning a shake of your head as a reply. You heard a stream in the far distance, birds chirping, as he extended his arm and brushed his fingers amongst the trunks of the trees, “It’s always night here. We perish in the sunlight, yada yada yada, it’s a dome that the human government built for us. All this—is projection.”
Your brows furrowed, “So…the stars aren’t real?”
He shook his head, kicking at a pebble.
“Nope, the sky is fake,” his eyes sparkled, “Crazy shit, right?”
A wave of pity washed over you.
“So..you’ve never seen the real sky?”
He shrugged, tone smooth, “Nah—but it doesn’t matter. Guess that’s the con of being a good for nothing blood sucker,” he showed his teeth, fangs being barred, sending you a wink as his voice was humorous. He snatched a leaf off the branch before picking off the green material, “Now, don’t get me wrong when I say this, but how the fuck do you just end up on the wrong side of the world?”
You laughed softly, running hand through your hair, “I was supposed to be going to work—but I saw something in the road, and then ended up here.”
“What’s your work?”
“Journalist,” you replied, “I like to write.”
“A journalist?” He mused, smirking over at you. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the look he sent your way,
“I don’t like journalists. All they leak is gossip, and are part of the reason we have such a bad reputation.”
You flipped your hair, sending him your own smirk, “Well—you do feed on human blood, so it’s kinda already a bad start.”
“Hey,” he sent you a pointed look, “I don’t. My mom makes me drink cows’ blood—which tastes like shit by the way. Don’t recommend it.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Elliot snickered before approaching a tree, before beginning to climb it. Your eyes rounded, “What are you doing?”
“Getting your food,” he responded in a duh tone, before expertly getting to the top of it. You watched with a look of awe as a nest of bananas has grown beneath one of the leaves, him snatching it before falling back down onto his feet, with perfect stance. You stared at him in shock as he handed you it, “Hope you like bananas, human.”
You scoffed, looking down at his hand, “That had to be at least fifty feet.”
He smiled cheekily, “I’m a vampire,” he pushed the fruit into your chest,
“I can do anything I want. Now, eat that gross shit so I can show you something else.”
Finishing off your second banana, you tossed the peel behind you, pausing in your steps as you swallowed the remnants. Your eyes widened when Elliot crouched at the edge of the lake, taking a handful of water, and sipping from it.
It was breathtaking. It shimmered beneath the moonlight, or whatever that thing in the sky was, small trickling sounds filling your ears as it poured over a few rocks. It was surrounded by green grass, rippling in non-existent waves, and was as clear as glass. You could see the bottom, which has pretty shallow, probably about four feet or so. It was pretty big actually, taking up a large portion of the area, large boulders crowding one part of the section. Elliot hopped onto one of them, and patted the one beside him, “Come here. Promise I won’t push you in.”
You rolled your eyes, but did what he said, his hand on your back as you climbed onto it. You couldn’t lie, your stomach twirled at his gesture, biting back a smile before huggjng your knees after getting situated and looking over at him. He was looking out at the water, neck stretched out, “It’s pretty here.”
He picked up a rock from the side, tossing it into the water, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I brought you here.”
You chuckled, “You have a serious attitude problem.”
He snapped his head over to you, his smile turning into a more seductive, coy one; tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Yeah? What you gonna do about it, human?”
Oh yeah. He was definitely flirting with you.
You took the challenge, sticking your nose in the air, “I think I should teach you a lesson.”
He leaned closer to you, so close that his breath fanned your lips, never breaking eye contact from you. His eyes hooded as one of his fingers dipped under your chin, his tone raspy and suggestive, “A silly little human like you? Teaching me a lesson? Hm, I doubt so.”
Your eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before breaking the space between you. Your lips molded against his, his hand instantly flying to your neck, squeezing it tightly as he took back his control. You moaned against him, hips lifting to get more of yourself onto him, hands flying to his cheeks as your mind swirled with hormones and lust.
In a blur, you were pinned to the ground, the moist mud pairing across your lower back when your sweater rose up. It was his vampire speed. It made you dizzy, with how quickly you had changed positions in a millisecond, but he didn’t give you time to comprehend the sudden shift as h his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a cry falling from your lips, before he gently sucked the blood from you.
“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his hips into yours, “So fucking sweet.”
He pulled away, a bit of the red substance staining his lips, looking down at you with darker eyes. The redness in his pupils expanded, “You want me to fuck you, human?
It was like you were under his spell. Your core heated up as you nodded, making him smirk, before dipping down to your neck. You didn’t know how he was so controlled over the taste of you blood—if he hadn’t ever had human blood before. Wasn’t it like, addicting?
But then you were dragged out of your thoughts when he pulled your clothes off, starting with your sweater, and in a flur, your top was pulled down to your waist, jeans being discarded beside you. His jacket was still on his shoulders, but unbuttoned, abs glistening as a line of hair dipped beneath his jeans. He unzipped them, before doing the same with his boxers, before bending down and capturing one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.
Your back arched as he twirled his tongue around one of the buds, while pinching the other, making your breath hitch, “Oh, Elliot.”
He chuckled against you, before leaning upwards, tapping the head of his thick cock against your puffy clit. It was red and swollen, “Wanna eat this pussy, but there’s no time,” he panted, shocks of pleasure traveling up your cunt as he rubbed his tip against your slippery pearl,
“So for now—I’ll just fuck you, baby.”
Your lips fell open as he slowly slid inside, the corner of his cock disappearing between your click folds. A loud cry emitted from your bruised up lips, your nerves on fire, as he let out a groan, “Holy shit—does it hurt to be this fucking tight?” He gasped out, planting his hands onto either side of you before snapping his hips against you, pecking your lips, “Lemme hear you, c’mon. No one can hear you out here.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing as he began thrusting at an insane speed, hands flying to his shoulders, “Feels so—oh my god—!”
“God can’t help you out here, sweetheart.”
And then at an inhumane speed, began brutally fucking into your pussy, cock sliding in and out as your juices made impure sounds into the night air. He was so deep, reaching the end of your cervix, making you tremble in his hold as he panted in your ear. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled you onto his cock, making you scream, eyes squeezing shut as his name kept falling from your lips in pathetic chants.
Then, he pulled out, making you frown from the emptiness, “Why—ah!”
He rubbed his fingers quickly over your pearl, which was slick from your own cum, before crossing your eyes and feeling the knot snap in your abdomen. He smiled down at you wickedly as it hit you unexpectedly. You grit your teeth as you felt your ears ring for a moment, panting heavily, before he shoved himself back inside of you without giving you a moment to rest.
Due to the sensitivity, you cringed slightly, hold jerking as his thumb planted onto your clit, “Please, faster,” you begged, “Fuck—you’re so big, holy shit!”
His hand flew to your throat, squeezing it to block your airways. He fucked you without mercy, other hand pinching your clit, as you felt another orgasm begin to build up inside of you. He looked like a fallen angel—brows furrowed in concentration but a big grin plastered on his face, looking like he was enjoying having a mortal fall apart for him.
It was a dream. Well, like a dream. A sheet of sweat covered his chest, making him sparkle in the light, fangs protruding from his teeth as his eyes were entirely red. It turned you on even more, and when you gasped for breath, he groaned, “You’re so hot. All vulnerable for me, letting me do anything to you. Fucking slut.”
“I’m your slut,” you whimpered.
He delivered an extra harsh thrust, making your tummy clench, “Yeah, I know. I know, baby.”
You began to get drunk on his cock, a few mud stains on his cheeks, and probably on yours too; but you didn’t care. As long as he kept drilling into you like this.
Growing close again, he pressed down on your bud, making your thighs shake as you looked up at him with big eyes, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—!”
“Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled the promise before dipping his teeth into the jugular of your neck, the pain setting you off.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your high peaked, feeling juices splatter onto the both of you as your throat pulsed, “Cumming!”
It was the strongest orgasm you ever had, hitting you for longer than usual, making your figure fall limp as tears rolled down your cheeks. You let out garbled sounds as you drowned in the pleasure, before it came to a stop, Elliot rocking his head back before letting out an animalastic shout, pulling out before pumping his cum onto your pussy.
You laid there, twitching, watching him with admiration as the blood ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest, as his eyes flashed to white as his climax hit him hard.
When he began to ground himself again, his eyes returned back to regular size, pupils red like before, as his chest sunk in relief. He looked down at you, your chest heaving as you gulped, wincing when you moved your neck, “Ah..shit.”
“My bad,” he muttered, leaning down and swiping his tongue over the wound, and it began to heal itself. You blinked at him in confusion as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, answering your questions in your mind, “My saliva has a healing remedy.”
“Oh.”
He handed you your jeans as you pulled your top back up, “By the way,” he added, sending you a shit eating grin, making you look up at him as you moved to sit up,
“You taste really fucking good, babe.”
When you two had returned back to the house that night, Belen spotted you both with knots in your hair, dirt all over your skin, with pink cheeks and wide eyes. With a mere chuckle, he went back to pushing his glasses up his nose before scribbling down into his notebook once again and sorting papers at the table.
“Get yourself cleaned up, children.”
He knew exactly what you two did.
Well, it had been a week since their family took you in—and you hadn’t really made an effort to leave. You didn’t have family, most of them either being dead or living out of state, and you hated the man you worked for.
What’s wrong with missing for a few more days?
But then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been away from civilization until Alana mentioned it to you as you both cleaned out the pots, “It’s been two months since you’ve arrived. Don’t you miss anyone out there, dear?”
You shook your head, handing her the pot you rinsed with the water that boiled in the bucket, “I don’t have family—actually. Mom died at a young age so I’ve been in an out of foster care.”
“And your father?”
“Absent.”
She nodded with a look of pity, “Elliot was the same as you,” she brought him up with a knowing smile, knowing about you two.
You weren’t exactly discreet. Multiple times in the week, you two would sneak off in the middle of the night, him fucking the life outta you at the same spot each time by the lake. He knew how to make you feel good, even when you weren’t sure it would, and would feed off of you sometimes during it. But he never went as far as hurting you, so you didn’t see a reason to stop.
Blushing, you stared at her, voice small,
“How so?”
“His original family were the bad kind of vampires,” she explained, “The kind the media knows about. Belen and I were hunting when we heard a baby crying—and found this little thing all naked and shivering from the cold, left abandoned in a pile of leaves. The symbol on the back of his head meant he was part of a cult that did…heinous things to humans.”
Your brows furrowed as you listened on.
“We saved him, like we saved you. We took him in, and raised him as our own. I’ve tried to tell him about his past, but he doesn’t want to hear it—as if he was ashamed.”
“I see,” you gulped, “So—he never killed anyone?”
She shook her head, laughing, “Of course not. He may seem tough, but he’s actually a sweet boy.”
You smiled as she poured you a cup of water, handing it to you, “I think he likes you.”
Your cheeks turned red, raising a brow as you sipped it, “Has he said anything?”
“No,” she shrugged, finishing up the last pot, “But I know my son. Especially when he’s interested in someone. He’s home more often now, and actually smiles. So either he likes you, or he’s gone crazy.”
You laughed at her words, tracing your finger on the rim of the cup, wondering about Elliot. You had grown to like him, a lot actually, but it was a tough situation. He was a vampire. It was forbidden for a human to stay forever in Vacuo; and vice versa. Your smile slipped when your overthinking consumed you.
“I have to back, though,” you muttered, placing the cup onto the counter, “Right?”
Alana looked at you, her face blank and solemn, before nodding stiffly.
“I’m afraid so.”
You didn’t want to hear that.
“Hold on tight, princess.”
You let out a shout as Elliot flew into the air, his feet floating above the ground as it became smaller and smaller.
You had admitted that you always wanted to fly, so Elliot being the gentleman he was, wanting to complete those wishes. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as he securely held you, the wind splashing you in the face as you let out a scream of joy, making him chuckle. The stars, real or not, seemed beautiful to you as you passed over the trees, which covered the entirety of the city.
“It’s beautiful,” you shouted, and he held your waist, adjusting you so that your stomach faces the ground. Your eyes rounded as he purred in your ear.
“Trust me, Y/N.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, “Raise your arms.”
You did what he said, and then opened your eyes, letting out laughs of disbelief. You were flying.
He held you by your hips, strong hands digging into your flesh, as you flapped your arms like a bird, “I’m flying,” you cried out, not noticing his eyes burning into your features, dazed smile on his lips as he watched you silently, “Oh my—Look at that!”
He dived down with you, letting your fingertips reach down and drag them across the body of water. It was cold against your flesh, but refreshing, giggling as he swooped back up over the trees once again. He spun around in a circle, letting out a boyish laugh, both of you giggling before he sat on top one of the trees, helping you take a seat on the branches before doing so himself.
Your legs were swung over each side, standing, as he sat beside you, his leg hitting yours as you sighed dreamily, “This is like a dream. God—I would love to be one of you.”
His smile faded, being replaced with a hard look.
“Don’t say that,” he spat.
Your brows furrowed, “What? It’s amazi—“
“Yeah, it’s amazing when it’s a choice, but being forced to live out this life against your will is different,” he threw at you harshly, your heart sinking at his bitter tone, “You don’t have the peace of sleeping. You stay awake—all the time. Forcing to live with your thoughts without a break. You always want to snap the neck of whatever thing has blood pumping inside of it, and are castaways to the real society. So don’t ever say that ever again, Y/N. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.”
You bit your lip, looking down at your lap.
“I’m sorry.”
After a few moments, he sighed, hand flying to your cheek to make you look up at him. He offered you a soft smile, which was warm and comforting, the one you loved.
“My mother told me you were leaving.”
You nodded sadly, “I have to.”
“I know,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone in circles, “I just wish—it could be different. That’s all. You make me feel like…a human.”
His words shocked you, a grin reaching your eyes. He reflected if, chuckling lowly as his eyes gazed down into yours.
“Promise you won’t forget me.”
You placed your hand on top of his, “I could never.”
He delved down and pressed his lips to yours, making you sniffled against him, unknowing of the fact that a tear rolled down your cheek. Elliot pulled away, looking bothered by the fact that you were heartbroken over him; his face tight as he pulled you into his chest, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head, “Don’t cry. I can’t handle it.”
“Turn me,” you whispered, wondering if he heard you. But when his muscles in his chest tensed beneath you—you knew he heard.
His voice was still soft.
“No.”
“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. His eyes found yours as your bottom lip shook,
“I can’t live without you. Please. We could—be together forever.”
His eyes burned into yours. He seemed to contemplate the idea, but after a moment, he shook his head. Dammit. “You say that now, but what if in a year you change your mind too late. What if you end up hating me?”
“I could never,” you quickly shot back, holding his face in your hands. “It’s not in me to hate you, Elliot.”
He looked to the side, out at the view, taking a deep breath. Your eyes shined as you watched him with angst, hoping he would do ask you asked. You had decided that your life wouldn’t be the same without him; for he had give you a purpose. Him and his family. You could take care of him, and give him the love he ceased to have.
He licked his lips, then looked back down at you to trace his thumb over your bottom lip, “How about this…”
He sighed again, pulling his mouth to the side.
“Leave for a year. Live your life, date, whatever humans do. Then if you come back—I’ll change you. I’ll do whatever you ask me to, since I am yours.”
You blinked up at him with glossy eyes, “A year? That’s a long time, Elliot.”
“I know.”
“You would turn me if I came back?”
He nodded, “I would.”
“Promise?”
He chuckled, grabbing your pinky, and twisted it with his. You broke out into a smile, “I promise, Y/N.”
You didn’t want to agree to it; but it’s the best it was going to get. Sending him a tight nod, you mumbled an okay, hearing him hum in content before pulling you back into his chest. You could’ve sworn, almost on your life, that you heard a heartbeat.
Had you brought back his humane side?
And so, for the next few days, you spent all your time together. Elliot was memorizing every part of your body, and didn’t seem to have as much patience when it came to fucking you.
It was the night before you were leaving, and you knew that he was covering him being upset by acting dominant. He would avoid your questions asking if he was alright, instead kissing you on the lips, and now was no different.
The others went hunting for the day, leaving you two alone in the cottage. Elliot didn’t waste any time, ripping your shirt from your body—the one his mother had made for you made of rags. It tore easily, cluttering to the floor, before shoving your pants down your legs. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and rough, before slamming you down onto the fur blanket that laid on the floor.
You rested on your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, as he dragged his lips down to your navel. He didn’t break eye contact, your skin tingling from the way he touched you, before he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh, “Elliot!”
Back arching off the ground, he hummed, his eyes turning entirely white as he drank from you. It caused a frenzy in your core, pain heading straight to your clit, which throbbed painfully beneath the fabric of your underwear. He gulped before pulling his fangs out, scarlett liquid dripping down your thighs and off his chin, before forcing your thighs apart.
Tearing off your panties, your eyes rounded, before his eyes set on your pussy. It was puffy and swollen, shining with your cum, “Fuck,” he groaned out—before diving in head first. His lips wrapped around your aching clit, making you wail, as he flicked repeatedly at the sensitive nub, “Can’t get over how you taste. Love how your little clit pulses on my tongue.”
You choked on your sob as your fingers grabbed the back of his head, rolling your pussy onto his greedy mouth. He slurped and sucked sloppily, covering your entire mound with his lips, as he thrusted his tongue deep inside of your slick walls. They clamped down on the strong muscle, “I’m already close,” you rasped, stomach clenching, “Slow down—don’t wanna cum yet, Ellie.”
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled before shoving three of his thin fingers into your quivering hole, not giving you time to adjust before slamming them repeatedly into your pussy. He grinned evilly as you cried out his name,
“You’re gonna cum lots of times tonight, baby.”
And then he slapped your clit with his other hand, narrowing his eyes, “Now come. Come fucking hard for me, Y/N.”
When he slapped your clit again, the cool medal of his ring set you off to your first high, mouth falling open as a silent screech escaped your shaking figure. He watched you with intense eyes as you crumbled apart, hot waves of pleasure hitting you constantly, before he spat onto your pearl again—rubbing it with his thumb as he began to overstimulate you, “Hold on—“ You groaned, trying to sit up to stop his movements, “I can’t—wait—“
You tried to run away from his lips, but he held you down, still rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out at his vampire like place. Lifting your entire upper body off the ground, your hands gripped your breasts, eyes squeezing shut, “Again now,” he commanded, his voice gruff,
“Don’t make me wait. I hate waiting.”
“Oh my fucking god—Elliot!”
You screamed. Screamed to the heavens, if there were any. You thrashed your hips as he sucked on your clit, nibbling on the skin, which broke the second knot in your tummy, “I’m—I’m—I’m—“
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came again, at the expense of his hands, as he hummed while licking you through your orgasm. But then your thighs closed, pushing him away, as you began to heave heavily, looking up to the ceiling.
Your nerves were hyper sensitive. Black dots filling your vision, your ears rang as you felt him rub your thighs, “Come back,” he whispered, pecking your hipbone, “You’re okay. I got you. Just breathe through your nose.”
Looking down at him, his eyes rounded in worry, “Do you want to continue?”
“Please,” you begged, almost too quickly. He smiled.
Taking off his own skinny jeans, they hit the floor before he guided his fat cock onto the top of your clit, making you jolt from your previous orgasms. He snickered, making you slap his shoulder, withdrawing a quiet sorry from him.
Not breaking eye contact, you both gasped in unison when his tip slide into your gushing pussy, due to your climax. His forehead rested against yours as he breathed in your face, “So warm,” he groaned, slowly rolling his hips into yours, “—so…tight. Nothing will ever feel as good as you, ever.”
Your heart bloomed at his confession, chest pressed against his, as his hip bone rutted against your pearl, peeking out from beneath its hood. Your face scrunched up as he picked up his speed, stuttering breaths and skin slapping filling the room. Elliot filled you up entirely, leaving no space for anyone else, as his cock deliciously rubbed against the border of your cervix, “Please…please…Elliot.”
“What?” He cooed, “What is it? What do you want, baby?”
“To cum,” you pleased, with burning eyes and pink cheeks.
You didn’t need to say anything else. His thrust became erratic and desperate to finish the both of you off, wrapping both of your legs around his slim waist. His eyes bored into yours as his fangs popped out, and dipped down to the crook of your neck, stabbing into the flesh. He groaned as you let out muffled sobs, coming undone from the pain, your walls pulsating and spasming around his cock.
“I’m coming, yes!”
Your body locked up as aftershocks ripples through you, Elliot rocking his head back as the red substance was smeared across his lips. Eyes blown and lustful, you pushed him off you, before beginning to ride his cock to another orgasm. His brows rose as you planted your hands onto his chest, bouncing up and down, determined to make you both come at the same time.
But no—he wouldn’t let you control.
He grabbed your hips, before planting his feet onto the ground, and quickly began to hammer his hips into yours. Your eyes bulged as you screamed his name, before leaning down and kissing him, the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue from his lips.
He didn’t relent, going in harder, now chasing his orgasm. Your hand flew to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I have the prettiest girl coming on my dick,” he mumbled against your lips, “Never gonna forget this. Never gonna forget you.”
“Me either,” you promised, “I won’t. I can’t. You’re it for me.”
His teeth sunk into your bottom lip—
You came. And he did too. You didn’t worry about getting pregnant, or anything else in that moment. Just the way his warm cum spurted inside of you, moans and cries fleeing from your bleeding lips as he sucked on the open wound. Your heart hammered in your chest as he cursed loudly,
“I love you so fucking much—fuck!”
Swirling your fingers on the back of his neck as he came down, you two staid there, as he held you. His confession made a smile grow onto your tired face, and in a small whisper, you spoke into the silence.
“I love you too.”
“Here,” Scarlett’s voice was soft, as she handed you her purple flower crown. Your heart tore as you accepted it, before giving her a small—sad smile. Her tone was quiet as her beautiful large eyes blinked up at you, “—I made it for you. So that you don’t forget me.”
Your eyes burned with tears as you took the small girl into your arms, huggjng her tightly as you thanked her in her ear with a whisper. She smelled of cranberries and faint perfume, her small figure slightly shaking in your arms. Pulling away, you wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek, before patting her cheek gently,
“I could never forget a princess like you, Scar.”
She blinked with her glossy eyes, before looking down at the ground to refrain from crying. You have a hug to Belen, telling him how thankful you were that he had saved you, leading him to reply with a noble of course. He patted your shoulder before tipping his chin downward, a tight smile on his porcelain skin, “You have grown to be a daughter to me. Your presence will forever warm my heart, Y/N.”
Nodding stiffly, your face twisted when you fell into Alana’s arms. Crying into her shoulder, she hummed as she held you, her strands rubbing your nose as her scent of cinnamon filled your senses, “Thank you so much,” your voice shook, clinging tighter to her, “I forever owe you. Thank you…for showing me what having a mother felt like.”
Her hand rubbed your back, her voice in your ear.
“Thank you for reminding me what it felt like to be human, Y/N.”
Letting out another sob, you pulled away, and her hands reached to wipe your tears. Her own were shining with moisture, as she took a step back, your wrist being pulled from behind. Elliot lead you out silently as you waved at the three of them goodbye, and when the front door slammed shut, your teeth gritted as it took everything within you to not jump back into their arms.
You spun around to face him, shaking your head quickly before shoving your head into his chest, “Please, not yet. I need you. Please don’t leave me, Elliot.”
His arms wrapped around your figure, his chin digging into the top of your head,
“You’ll come back to me. I know you will,” his voice shook, but it seemed like he did his best to remain calm. You pulled away from him too look him in the eyes, as he held your face in his hands, pressing you’re foreheads together, “Come back to me, Y/N.”
“I will,” you chanted as he picked you up in his arms.
“I will I will I will I will will I will—“
His touch vanished, leaving you cold, as your eyes peeled open.
You were on the side of a highway.
Elliot was gone.
You turned around, looking behind you. There weren’t any trees—just buildings that surrounded you. Beginning to hyperventilate, you let out a shout of his name, “Elliot! Elliot!”
Your hand flew to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a cry.
“I’ll come back,” you whispered, looking up at the sky. Your voice wavered, hoping he could hear you.
“I’ll come back.”
Your eyes shot open, gasping for air as you peeled your eyes open. Your hands were on your steering wheel, looking with wide eyes, as you realized you must’ve fallen asleep on your way back to the office. Mumbling a curse, you stepped a bit more on the gas, furrowing your brows as you felt like you were forgetting something.
And here’s what it was—
Elliot forgot to tell you one thing.
When a human enters Vacuo, they will leave with no memory of whatever occurred within. And he knew that, and didn’t want to isolate you from your life, so he risked losing you because he cared too much.
But he waited there, at your spot by the lake, hoping you would somehow return back to him. That you would remember and come back into his arms.
But he knew he was being silly.
Because you wouldn’t remember. And you would live on.
summary : In an alternate universe, the world is separated into two. Vampires and humans. The Vacuo is the town of the blood suckers, but what happens when a fragile mortal takes the wrong turn on a road trip and stumbles upon the border of the god forsaken land?
warnings : humor, fluff, angst, smut, drinking blood, overstimulation, clit play, biting, choking, sweet sex, oral sex (f) receiving, the L word, not proof read
word count : 9.4K
authors note : i know this is a bit out there, but i had the idea and needed to go with it. i’m very proud of the outcome of this fic and hope you all like it—so here it is !!
song based off this : castaways by 5 seconds of summer
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Muttering a curse, your steering wheel jerked as the pebbles beneath your wheels cracked in your ears. Your boss had demanded that you return back to the office to finish up your thesis on your latest article about the vamps that set fire to the orphanage in Brookhurst lane. It had happened a few weeks ago, the news setting tears in your eyes at how devastating it was. Three children had perished, at the hands of the “filthy bloodsuckers”— quoted by many people, including your boss.
You had to admit, the news was hard to hear. You hadn’t expected those things to do something so ghastly, so horrible. But then again, they killed innocent humans and drank their blood, so you couldn’t say you were surprised. But still—you had minor hope for them, well, that was until this morning when that event occurred.
The night was extra dark tonight, clouds nowhere to be seen, but no stars being evident on the black canvas. Your glasses fell to the tip of your nose as you sighed, eyes burning with slight weariness, wanting to get this stupid paper done so you could return to your apartment and sleep for the next few days. A yawn had torn from your lips as you made a sharp turn, spotting a dirt road up ahead. Your eyes thinned as an idea popped into your head; listening to your thoughts before delving down that direction.
It looked like a quicker way to get to your destination. Perhaps if you cut through the woods you could get cut some time.
Another sigh leaving you, your eyes slightly watered for a moment. Your vision blurred as you smacked your lips, eyes rounding when a certain black shadow appeared in front of the headlights of your car. Woods surrounding you, it shocked you that someone or something was out this late at night, a gasp tearing through you as your foot stomped on the break. Neck flinging forward, your forehead smashed against the steering wheel, warm liquid trickling down the flesh of your temple as you groaned, “Oh, fuck.”
Adrenaline pumped in your veins. A full ache pounded in your skull, fingers reaching up to press on the wound with squinting eyes. Letting out a hiss, you felt a minor cut, blood coating the pads of your fingertips. Curling your upper lip in irritation, your eyes flew behind the wheel, looking for whatever had made you stop so abruptly. But then you frowned, nothing being there.
“What the fuck?” You snapped aloud in a harsh whisper, opening your car door.
The beeping alarm rang in your ears, your car system telling you that your door was open. Ignoring the sound, your feet padded onto the dirt road, cold breeze fanning your features. Goosebumps littered across your skin, even though you had on a sweater plus a raincoat, mind still a bit fuzzy from banging your head onto the wheel, “Hello?”
Your voice echoed, but there wasn’t anyone who returned it. Your brows knitted together as you heard rustling in the bushes, but figured it could’ve been you being paranoid—until you heard twigs snap. Eyes rounding in fear, you snapped your head towards the location of the sound, but spotted nothing suspicious. Your lips opened to call out again, but this time, you felt someone attack you from behind.
Being kicked to the ground, your palms scraped against the sandy textured floor as scream left you. Flipping to your back, eyes widening in horror, you saw three tall men dressed in all black. You knew who they were. Skin pale and translucent; blue veins protruding from their limbs that weren’t covered by dark clothing. Eyes fierce and animalistic, pupils blending into a dark red shade that pierced through your soul. Hostility swirled in them, amongst with hanger, showing off their fangs as they hissed downwards at your trembling figure.
The middle one took a step closer, thin lips quirking into an evil smirk. His voice was almost like a dream, authentic and versatile, “Look what we have here. A mortal in our town,” he spoke slowly, making you gulp. You didn’t understand. He licked his lips as he tilted his bald head at your horrified state, “You know the laws, sweetheart. Killing on our turf isn’t against the law. So, scream as much as you want, it excites us.”
You shielded your face as he lunged at you, “Wait—please—!”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you curled into a ball as you awaited for his teeth to snatch your lungs through your chest. Hyperventilating, your body trembled, but it never came. Peeling your eyes open, you heard another snarl, accompanied by a bunch of other ones, making shock rock through you. Blinking quickly, a blur of white shadows began to fight against the three vampires, groans and cries falling from the latter as you sat up onto your bottom. Bottom lip shaking, you scooted back, thinning your eyes to catch the movement before you.
But they were already gone. The bad ones, at least. Finally, after a few seconds, a group emerged from the woods—the ones that fought off the killer vamps that were going to feast on you for dinner. Still panting, you gulped as you studied their features.
There had been three of them.
A woman had caught your attention, seeming middle aged, her skin as light as the moon shining above you. Her features were doll like and sharp, eyes deep and dark, sinking into her flesh like honey. Pupils a bright hazel, her fangs were tucked over her lips, which were pink and airy. Hair black and straight, a white long sleeve rolled down her thin arms, black slacks completing the outfit. She looked..normal.
Beside her, was who you believed to be her partner, his hair an icy white that appeared platinum. His eyes matched the strands on his head, a bright yellow, his flesh as fair as the beautiful woman standing next to him. A white button up was folded into half sleeves on his muscular arms, also wearing black slacks, his hair gelled back into perfection. Your breath was taken away by his beauty, and the gentleness swirling in his hues.
Lastly, there was a girl. She was considerably smaller than the other two—and you wondered if she was their child. She looked about fifteen or so, eyes a bright hazel, which startled you to be honest. They were striking and intimidating. A dark maroon dress tugged at her narrow waist, a black coat falling off her nimble shoulders, long blonde hair cascading into waves down towards her back. Her eyes were round, like the woman, and it appeared she inherited it from her. They were naturally glossy, but she staid in her place, staring at you as the man approached you.
Flinching, you scooted back some more as he held his hand out, raising his brows, “Are you hurt?”
After a few moments of silence, you shook your head, swallowing thickly. He nodded before his lips grew into a gentle smile, urging you to accept his hand.
“We won’t hurt you,” he admitted, his tone sincere, “We don’t kill humans. In fact—we prefer having them as pets.”
You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but when his smile grew, you found out he was. Biting your lower lip, you took a chance, and slid your smaller hand into his large one. It was cold, like really cold. It felt like ice against your skin, and your body jerked as he pulled you onto your feet. Furrowing your brows, you pulled your hand back to your side, “I thought vampires were forbidden to leave Vacuo.”
The woman chuckled from the distance between you two, “You are in Vacuo, darling.”
“How? I thought—“
“It’s the border,” the man explained, gesturing to the woods on the right, “You’re barely here, but yes, you’re here. It’s unsafe as of now to return you back to your world, so you must spend the night with us. At least until we figure out where you came from.”
You stared at them in reluctance, “Why should I trust you?”
Offering his hand, he ignored your question, eyes fiery.
“I’m Belen, and this is my family. I assure you that now you’ve obtained this much information about us, it’s safe to say we won’t put any harm in your way. That, and we saved your life just now,” his eyes twinkled, a bit of humor splashed into his tone. Your jaw tightened as he nodded his head at your silence, “It’s your choice. Take a risk and come with us, or spend the night alone in these woods. Up to you.”
Glancing over at your car, you knew that there was no way you’d survive alone in Vacuo. No human every crosses the boundaries of the human world into the vampire realm; and it was bizarre that you did it in accident. Only a fucking idiot like you would do that. You succumbed to the man, nodding slightly, brushing your hair away from your face.
“Alright. I’ll go with you.”
Letting out a wince, you watched with careful eyes as the woman placed a bandaid on your wound. The fire crackled in the background as rain slightly trickled onto the rooftop, hearing her softly laugh. Your fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans as you shifted in your seat, watching her thick lashes flutter as she pulls away from you, “The blood doesn’t bother you?”
She shook her head, sending you a soft smile, before turning around and walking over to one of the wooden doors. Their home was welcoming, making you surprised that it wasn’t all grimey and dark. You expected them to sleep in coffins, like the movies, bats littered across the ceiling as spiders and other bugs infested the caves. But no—this was a cottage. The fire made the inside illuminate into a faint yellow, scent of burning wood wagging up your nose, soothing your nerves.
A brown couch was in the living room, which is where you sat, sinking into the cushions. A few family pictures hung on the walls, above the fireplace as well, and you noticed one picture that had caught your eye. It was the three of them, yes, but a boy was also in it—unlike the other pictures in the frames. His eyes were dark and empty, a tight smile on his plump lips, as the man, Belen, pulled him into a side hug.
“My parents had me grow up on cows’ blood,” she explained, snapping you out of your daze. Taking a seat beside you, she handed you a cup of tea that she heated over the fireplace, “—and my children do the same. It helps us keep in tune with our humane side, I suppose.”
You wondered if they poisoned the tea, but shrugged it off. If they planned to kill you—you were already dead anyways.
Sipping on the warm liquid, it felt amazing as it eased the hoarseness in your dry throat. Your eyes flickered over to you, “I uh, love green tea actually.”
“It’s my favorite,” she replied, drinking from her own.
The atmosphere was cozy. You spotted the younger girl peer over her shoulder at you, from the top of the stairs, before vanishing into her room you assumed. The woman laughed beside you, and you actually returned it this time, much to your surprise, “She’s never met a human before—she’s a bit shy.”
You nodded, “It’s fine. I understand,” you waved it off, raising a brow, “What’s your name?”
“Alana, it’s a family name. My mother was named that as well..and you, dear?”
“Y/N,” you smiled for the first time since you had been there.
Her smile grew, “What a beautiful name. My daughter is named Scarlett, and my son is Elliot,” she added on, “He’s hunting right now. Probably won’t be home at all tonight—you know how teenagers are.”
You laughed again at her words, even though you were only eighteen years old. A yawn left you, making her stand up onto her feet, patting the fur blanket that was laid out onto the couch for you, “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you in the morning,” she told you kindly, before approaching the stairs, “Sweet dreams.”
“Thank you,” you told her, and she hummed before going up the steps.
You looked around with your eyes, hoping they didn’t kill you in your sleep. Sinking into the couch, you pulled the warm blanket over you, feeling it melt onto your figure as you sighed happily. It felt like a cloud. Flipping to your side, you tucked your hand beneath your chin, and felt your eyes flutter close, sleep instantly taking over. You must’ve been really exhausted.
Feeling something poke your cheekbone, a small groan left your lips. In a groggy state, your eyes peeled open, brows snapping together at whatever disturbed your sleep. But when they met with a pair of wide ones, staring down at you, feeling whatever the hell the thing was leaning over your figure, a scream scratched your throat.
And then, well, he screamed too.
Jolting into an upright position, knocking the boy onto the ground, he scrambled to his feet before pointing a finger at you, “Mom—why is there a mortal in our house?” He shouted, his chest rising up and down quickly as he caught his breath, narrowing his eyes at your features before plugging his nose, “—and why do they smell like mud and horse shit?”
You let out a gasp at his insulting words, hearing footsteps rumble down the stairs, sending a glare to the red-haired boy that had fallen onto the ground. His hair appeared to be a darkish red, shaven down into a buzz cut, and when he his head turned to the side—you spotted a black widow imprinted into the back of it. Wearing a blazer that was three sizes to big for him, black ripped skinny jeans tightened around his long legs, your chest turned warm at how handsome he actually was.
His eyes were a dark red color, cheekbones beautifully sculpted onto his admirable face. When he towered over you, you realized he was actually very tall, probably reaching around six foot. You didn’t know if he had eyeliner smeared under his eyes, or if they were naturally that dark—but you figured it was the latter, since vampires usually had a more gloomier sense of features. His eyes glued onto yours as you swallowed thickly.
You heard laughter, and glanced to the top of the stairs and spotted the younger girl, Scarlett, you think was her name, giggling with a hand over her mouth. Her blonde hair covered half her face, as it shook due to her movements.
“Elliot, you scared the human!” Alana scolded, who you figured was his mother, who came from behind you.
Elliot.
You remembered her mentioning her son, who had that name, so you put the pieces together and concluded that he was her son. Which was odd, because he didn’t look much like them, his skin considerably more tan compared to their pale complexion. You staid silent as his eyes narrowed into slits down towards you, his gaze sticking to yours, even though his words were directed to his mother, “Where’s father?”
“Trading,” she answered in her soft voice, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes still didn’t leave yours,
“She was lost—and we made a promise to not hurt her. Apologize for your outbursts, Elliot.”
His jaw tightened, this time, a more soft look covering his features.
“I’m—sorry.”
This time, he appeared to be more considerate, offering you even a small smile. You didn’t really return it though, still frightened by how he woke you up, hand still on your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to be rude; since they did take you in and have kept up with their promise of keeping you safe. In a small voice, you nodded, “It’s okay.”
He licked his lips before his mother ran a hand over his hair, smiling pleasantly between you two, “Now, let’s let her sleep. You know humans and their sleep,” she joked, and you briefly hummed before looking back at him. He gave you a once-over, something glinting in his eyes, before placing his hand on his mother’s back and following her up the steps.
When you had woken back up, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, checking to see if there had been any battery.
Nope. Of course.
You didn’t understand how you could’ve wondered across the border. There wasn’t any signs that warned you, and it made you wonder, how often did this happen? How many unlucky humans weren’t saved by this family and died at the hands of the real cold blooded killers? The thought had sent icy chills down you spine, biting on your lower lip, as you tucked your phone back into your pocket.
Throwing the fur blanket away from you, your white sneakers, which were now a murky brown, padded against the brown carpet of the cottage as you explored.
There were pots and pans spread out across the table, a metal bucket hung over the fireplace to most likely boil water or liquid in general. Everything was made of either wood or natural supplies, the floor creaking beneath you as you began to organize everything on the surface. Putting the pots and pans on one side in a neat manner, you then pushed all the chairs back beneath the table, and wiped the checkered tablecloth off with a cloth that was slung over the fireplace.
Finding a bowl of fruits, which was odd since you didn’t think vampires ate anything, you took a bite of the glossy apple that shined. Your stomach rumbled with hunger as your teeth sunk it it, but then let out a hacking cough, realizing it was plastic. You heard a chuckle rumble from behind you, “It’s for decoration—vampires don’t eat food.”
Spinning around, your cheeks heated up as you spotted the boy from earlier, Elliot. Placing the apple back onto the bowl, with new teeth marks indented into it, you pressed your lips together stubbornly.
“I’m now aware of that, thank you very much.”
He chuckled again, and stepped into the light. Candles illuminating his sharp features, you noticed he had an apple tattooed onto his cheekbone, a different language on his right temple—appearing in a sort of asian language. An x was imprinted on burn his eyelids, and when he craned his neck, you spotted a small bird being printed in black onto the left of his throat, “Are you hungry?”
You blinked at him, causing him to sigh.
“My mom would kill me if I didn’t feed you, so, c’mon.”
He didn’t give you a chance to speak, grabbing your wrist and leading you out the house. It was still night time, leading you to be confused, “I thought it would be morning by now.”
Leaves crunched beneath you as he guided you onto a dirt path, long trees shadowing over you, as his shoulder rubbed yours, “You don’t know anything about Vacuo, so you?” He looked over at you with a slight smirk, earning a shake of your head as a reply. You heard a stream in the far distance, birds chirping, as he extended his arm and brushed his fingers amongst the trunks of the trees, “It’s always night here. We perish in the sunlight, yada yada yada, it’s a dome that the human government built for us. All this—is projection.”
Your brows furrowed, “So…the stars aren’t real?”
He shook his head, kicking at a pebble.
“Nope, the sky is fake,” his eyes sparkled, “Crazy shit, right?”
A wave of pity washed over you.
“So..you’ve never seen the real sky?”
He shrugged, tone smooth, “Nah—but it doesn’t matter. Guess that’s the con of being a good for nothing blood sucker,” he showed his teeth, fangs being barred, sending you a wink as his voice was humorous. He snatched a leaf off the branch before picking off the green material, “Now, don’t get me wrong when I say this, but how the fuck do you just end up on the wrong side of the world?”
You laughed softly, running hand through your hair, “I was supposed to be going to work—but I saw something in the road, and then ended up here.”
“What’s your work?”
“Journalist,” you replied, “I like to write.”
“A journalist?” He mused, smirking over at you. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the look he sent your way,
“I don’t like journalists. All they leak is gossip, and are part of the reason we have such a bad reputation.”
You flipped your hair, sending him your own smirk, “Well—you do feed on human blood, so it’s kinda already a bad start.”
“Hey,” he sent you a pointed look, “I don’t. My mom makes me drink cows’ blood—which tastes like shit by the way. Don’t recommend it.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Elliot snickered before approaching a tree, before beginning to climb it. Your eyes rounded, “What are you doing?”
“Getting your food,” he responded in a duh tone, before expertly getting to the top of it. You watched with a look of awe as a nest of bananas has grown beneath one of the leaves, him snatching it before falling back down onto his feet, with perfect stance. You stared at him in shock as he handed you it, “Hope you like bananas, human.”
You scoffed, looking down at his hand, “That had to be at least fifty feet.”
He smiled cheekily, “I’m a vampire,” he pushed the fruit into your chest,
“I can do anything I want. Now, eat that gross shit so I can show you something else.”
Finishing off your second banana, you tossed the peel behind you, pausing in your steps as you swallowed the remnants. Your eyes widened when Elliot crouched at the edge of the lake, taking a handful of water, and sipping from it.
It was breathtaking. It shimmered beneath the moonlight, or whatever that thing in the sky was, small trickling sounds filling your ears as it poured over a few rocks. It was surrounded by green grass, rippling in non-existent waves, and was as clear as glass. You could see the bottom, which has pretty shallow, probably about four feet or so. It was pretty big actually, taking up a large portion of the area, large boulders crowding one part of the section. Elliot hopped onto one of them, and patted the one beside him, “Come here. Promise I won’t push you in.”
You rolled your eyes, but did what he said, his hand on your back as you climbed onto it. You couldn’t lie, your stomach twirled at his gesture, biting back a smile before huggjng your knees after getting situated and looking over at him. He was looking out at the water, neck stretched out, “It’s pretty here.”
He picked up a rock from the side, tossing it into the water, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I brought you here.”
You chuckled, “You have a serious attitude problem.”
He snapped his head over to you, his smile turning into a more seductive, coy one; tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Yeah? What you gonna do about it, human?”
Oh yeah. He was definitely flirting with you.
You took the challenge, sticking your nose in the air, “I think I should teach you a lesson.”
He leaned closer to you, so close that his breath fanned your lips, never breaking eye contact from you. His eyes hooded as one of his fingers dipped under your chin, his tone raspy and suggestive, “A silly little human like you? Teaching me a lesson? Hm, I doubt so.”
Your eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before breaking the space between you. Your lips molded against his, his hand instantly flying to your neck, squeezing it tightly as he took back his control. You moaned against him, hips lifting to get more of yourself onto him, hands flying to his cheeks as your mind swirled with hormones and lust.
In a blur, you were pinned to the ground, the moist mud pairing across your lower back when your sweater rose up. It was his vampire speed. It made you dizzy, with how quickly you had changed positions in a millisecond, but he didn’t give you time to comprehend the sudden shift as h his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a cry falling from your lips, before he gently sucked the blood from you.
“Fuck,” he growled, grinding his hips into yours, “So fucking sweet.”
He pulled away, a bit of the red substance staining his lips, looking down at you with darker eyes. The redness in his pupils expanded, “You want me to fuck you, human?
It was like you were under his spell. Your core heated up as you nodded, making him smirk, before dipping down to your neck. You didn’t know how he was so controlled over the taste of you blood—if he hadn’t ever had human blood before. Wasn’t it like, addicting?
But then you were dragged out of your thoughts when he pulled your clothes off, starting with your sweater, and in a flur, your top was pulled down to your waist, jeans being discarded beside you. His jacket was still on his shoulders, but unbuttoned, abs glistening as a line of hair dipped beneath his jeans. He unzipped them, before doing the same with his boxers, before bending down and capturing one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.
Your back arched as he twirled his tongue around one of the buds, while pinching the other, making your breath hitch, “Oh, Elliot.”
He chuckled against you, before leaning upwards, tapping the head of his thick cock against your puffy clit. It was red and swollen, “Wanna eat this pussy, but there’s no time,” he panted, shocks of pleasure traveling up your cunt as he rubbed his tip against your slippery pearl,
“So for now—I’ll just fuck you, baby.”
Your lips fell open as he slowly slid inside, the corner of his cock disappearing between your click folds. A loud cry emitted from your bruised up lips, your nerves on fire, as he let out a groan, “Holy shit—does it hurt to be this fucking tight?” He gasped out, planting his hands onto either side of you before snapping his hips against you, pecking your lips, “Lemme hear you, c’mon. No one can hear you out here.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing as he began thrusting at an insane speed, hands flying to his shoulders, “Feels so—oh my god—!”
“God can’t help you out here, sweetheart.”
And then at an inhumane speed, began brutally fucking into your pussy, cock sliding in and out as your juices made impure sounds into the night air. He was so deep, reaching the end of your cervix, making you tremble in his hold as he panted in your ear. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled you onto his cock, making you scream, eyes squeezing shut as his name kept falling from your lips in pathetic chants.
Then, he pulled out, making you frown from the emptiness, “Why—ah!”
He rubbed his fingers quickly over your pearl, which was slick from your own cum, before crossing your eyes and feeling the knot snap in your abdomen. He smiled down at you wickedly as it hit you unexpectedly. You grit your teeth as you felt your ears ring for a moment, panting heavily, before he shoved himself back inside of you without giving you a moment to rest.
Due to the sensitivity, you cringed slightly, hold jerking as his thumb planted onto your clit, “Please, faster,” you begged, “Fuck—you’re so big, holy shit!”
His hand flew to your throat, squeezing it to block your airways. He fucked you without mercy, other hand pinching your clit, as you felt another orgasm begin to build up inside of you. He looked like a fallen angel—brows furrowed in concentration but a big grin plastered on his face, looking like he was enjoying having a mortal fall apart for him.
It was a dream. Well, like a dream. A sheet of sweat covered his chest, making him sparkle in the light, fangs protruding from his teeth as his eyes were entirely red. It turned you on even more, and when you gasped for breath, he groaned, “You’re so hot. All vulnerable for me, letting me do anything to you. Fucking slut.”
“I’m your slut,” you whimpered.
He delivered an extra harsh thrust, making your tummy clench, “Yeah, I know. I know, baby.”
You began to get drunk on his cock, a few mud stains on his cheeks, and probably on yours too; but you didn’t care. As long as he kept drilling into you like this.
Growing close again, he pressed down on your bud, making your thighs shake as you looked up at him with big eyes, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—!”
“Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled the promise before dipping his teeth into the jugular of your neck, the pain setting you off.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your high peaked, feeling juices splatter onto the both of you as your throat pulsed, “Cumming!”
It was the strongest orgasm you ever had, hitting you for longer than usual, making your figure fall limp as tears rolled down your cheeks. You let out garbled sounds as you drowned in the pleasure, before it came to a stop, Elliot rocking his head back before letting out an animalastic shout, pulling out before pumping his cum onto your pussy.
You laid there, twitching, watching him with admiration as the blood ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest, as his eyes flashed to white as his climax hit him hard.
When he began to ground himself again, his eyes returned back to regular size, pupils red like before, as his chest sunk in relief. He looked down at you, your chest heaving as you gulped, wincing when you moved your neck, “Ah..shit.”
“My bad,” he muttered, leaning down and swiping his tongue over the wound, and it began to heal itself. You blinked at him in confusion as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, answering your questions in your mind, “My saliva has a healing remedy.”
“Oh.”
He handed you your jeans as you pulled your top back up, “By the way,” he added, sending you a shit eating grin, making you look up at him as you moved to sit up,
“You taste really fucking good, babe.”
When you two had returned back to the house that night, Belen spotted you both with knots in your hair, dirt all over your skin, with pink cheeks and wide eyes. With a mere chuckle, he went back to pushing his glasses up his nose before scribbling down into his notebook once again and sorting papers at the table.
“Get yourself cleaned up, children.”
He knew exactly what you two did.
Well, it had been a week since their family took you in—and you hadn’t really made an effort to leave. You didn’t have family, most of them either being dead or living out of state, and you hated the man you worked for.
What’s wrong with missing for a few more days?
But then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been away from civilization until Alana mentioned it to you as you both cleaned out the pots, “It’s been two months since you’ve arrived. Don’t you miss anyone out there, dear?”
You shook your head, handing her the pot you rinsed with the water that boiled in the bucket, “I don’t have family—actually. Mom died at a young age so I’ve been in an out of foster care.”
“And your father?”
“Absent.”
She nodded with a look of pity, “Elliot was the same as you,” she brought him up with a knowing smile, knowing about you two.
You weren’t exactly discreet. Multiple times in the week, you two would sneak off in the middle of the night, him fucking the life outta you at the same spot each time by the lake. He knew how to make you feel good, even when you weren’t sure it would, and would feed off of you sometimes during it. But he never went as far as hurting you, so you didn’t see a reason to stop.
Blushing, you stared at her, voice small,
“How so?”
“His original family were the bad kind of vampires,” she explained, “The kind the media knows about. Belen and I were hunting when we heard a baby crying—and found this little thing all naked and shivering from the cold, left abandoned in a pile of leaves. The symbol on the back of his head meant he was part of a cult that did…heinous things to humans.”
Your brows furrowed as you listened on.
“We saved him, like we saved you. We took him in, and raised him as our own. I’ve tried to tell him about his past, but he doesn’t want to hear it—as if he was ashamed.”
“I see,” you gulped, “So—he never killed anyone?”
She shook her head, laughing, “Of course not. He may seem tough, but he’s actually a sweet boy.”
You smiled as she poured you a cup of water, handing it to you, “I think he likes you.”
Your cheeks turned red, raising a brow as you sipped it, “Has he said anything?”
“No,” she shrugged, finishing up the last pot, “But I know my son. Especially when he’s interested in someone. He’s home more often now, and actually smiles. So either he likes you, or he’s gone crazy.”
You laughed at her words, tracing your finger on the rim of the cup, wondering about Elliot. You had grown to like him, a lot actually, but it was a tough situation. He was a vampire. It was forbidden for a human to stay forever in Vacuo; and vice versa. Your smile slipped when your overthinking consumed you.
“I have to back, though,” you muttered, placing the cup onto the counter, “Right?”
Alana looked at you, her face blank and solemn, before nodding stiffly.
“I’m afraid so.”
You didn’t want to hear that.
“Hold on tight, princess.”
You let out a shout as Elliot flew into the air, his feet floating above the ground as it became smaller and smaller.
You had admitted that you always wanted to fly, so Elliot being the gentleman he was, wanting to complete those wishes. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as he securely held you, the wind splashing you in the face as you let out a scream of joy, making him chuckle. The stars, real or not, seemed beautiful to you as you passed over the trees, which covered the entirety of the city.
“It’s beautiful,” you shouted, and he held your waist, adjusting you so that your stomach faces the ground. Your eyes rounded as he purred in your ear.
“Trust me, Y/N.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, “Raise your arms.”
You did what he said, and then opened your eyes, letting out laughs of disbelief. You were flying.
He held you by your hips, strong hands digging into your flesh, as you flapped your arms like a bird, “I’m flying,” you cried out, not noticing his eyes burning into your features, dazed smile on his lips as he watched you silently, “Oh my—Look at that!”
He dived down with you, letting your fingertips reach down and drag them across the body of water. It was cold against your flesh, but refreshing, giggling as he swooped back up over the trees once again. He spun around in a circle, letting out a boyish laugh, both of you giggling before he sat on top one of the trees, helping you take a seat on the branches before doing so himself.
Your legs were swung over each side, standing, as he sat beside you, his leg hitting yours as you sighed dreamily, “This is like a dream. God—I would love to be one of you.”
His smile faded, being replaced with a hard look.
“Don’t say that,” he spat.
Your brows furrowed, “What? It’s amazi—“
“Yeah, it’s amazing when it’s a choice, but being forced to live out this life against your will is different,” he threw at you harshly, your heart sinking at his bitter tone, “You don’t have the peace of sleeping. You stay awake—all the time. Forcing to live with your thoughts without a break. You always want to snap the neck of whatever thing has blood pumping inside of it, and are castaways to the real society. So don’t ever say that ever again, Y/N. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.”
You bit your lip, looking down at your lap.
“I’m sorry.”
After a few moments, he sighed, hand flying to your cheek to make you look up at him. He offered you a soft smile, which was warm and comforting, the one you loved.
“My mother told me you were leaving.”
You nodded sadly, “I have to.”
“I know,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone in circles, “I just wish—it could be different. That’s all. You make me feel like…a human.”
His words shocked you, a grin reaching your eyes. He reflected if, chuckling lowly as his eyes gazed down into yours.
“Promise you won’t forget me.”
You placed your hand on top of his, “I could never.”
He delved down and pressed his lips to yours, making you sniffled against him, unknowing of the fact that a tear rolled down your cheek. Elliot pulled away, looking bothered by the fact that you were heartbroken over him; his face tight as he pulled you into his chest, rubbing his thumb on the back of your head, “Don’t cry. I can’t handle it.”
“Turn me,” you whispered, wondering if he heard you. But when his muscles in his chest tensed beneath you—you knew he heard.
His voice was still soft.
“No.”
“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. His eyes found yours as your bottom lip shook,
“I can’t live without you. Please. We could—be together forever.”
His eyes burned into yours. He seemed to contemplate the idea, but after a moment, he shook his head. Dammit. “You say that now, but what if in a year you change your mind too late. What if you end up hating me?”
“I could never,” you quickly shot back, holding his face in your hands. “It’s not in me to hate you, Elliot.”
He looked to the side, out at the view, taking a deep breath. Your eyes shined as you watched him with angst, hoping he would do ask you asked. You had decided that your life wouldn’t be the same without him; for he had give you a purpose. Him and his family. You could take care of him, and give him the love he ceased to have.
He licked his lips, then looked back down at you to trace his thumb over your bottom lip, “How about this…”
He sighed again, pulling his mouth to the side.
“Leave for a year. Live your life, date, whatever humans do. Then if you come back—I’ll change you. I’ll do whatever you ask me to, since I am yours.”
You blinked up at him with glossy eyes, “A year? That’s a long time, Elliot.”
“I know.”
“You would turn me if I came back?”
He nodded, “I would.”
“Promise?”
He chuckled, grabbing your pinky, and twisted it with his. You broke out into a smile, “I promise, Y/N.”
You didn’t want to agree to it; but it’s the best it was going to get. Sending him a tight nod, you mumbled an okay, hearing him hum in content before pulling you back into his chest. You could’ve sworn, almost on your life, that you heard a heartbeat.
Had you brought back his humane side?
And so, for the next few days, you spent all your time together. Elliot was memorizing every part of your body, and didn’t seem to have as much patience when it came to fucking you.
It was the night before you were leaving, and you knew that he was covering him being upset by acting dominant. He would avoid your questions asking if he was alright, instead kissing you on the lips, and now was no different.
The others went hunting for the day, leaving you two alone in the cottage. Elliot didn’t waste any time, ripping your shirt from your body—the one his mother had made for you made of rags. It tore easily, cluttering to the floor, before shoving your pants down your legs. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and rough, before slamming you down onto the fur blanket that laid on the floor.
You rested on your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, as he dragged his lips down to your navel. He didn’t break eye contact, your skin tingling from the way he touched you, before he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh, “Elliot!”
Back arching off the ground, he hummed, his eyes turning entirely white as he drank from you. It caused a frenzy in your core, pain heading straight to your clit, which throbbed painfully beneath the fabric of your underwear. He gulped before pulling his fangs out, scarlett liquid dripping down your thighs and off his chin, before forcing your thighs apart.
Tearing off your panties, your eyes rounded, before his eyes set on your pussy. It was puffy and swollen, shining with your cum, “Fuck,” he groaned out—before diving in head first. His lips wrapped around your aching clit, making you wail, as he flicked repeatedly at the sensitive nub, “Can’t get over how you taste. Love how your little clit pulses on my tongue.”
You choked on your sob as your fingers grabbed the back of his head, rolling your pussy onto his greedy mouth. He slurped and sucked sloppily, covering your entire mound with his lips, as he thrusted his tongue deep inside of your slick walls. They clamped down on the strong muscle, “I’m already close,” you rasped, stomach clenching, “Slow down—don’t wanna cum yet, Ellie.”
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled before shoving three of his thin fingers into your quivering hole, not giving you time to adjust before slamming them repeatedly into your pussy. He grinned evilly as you cried out his name,
“You’re gonna cum lots of times tonight, baby.”
And then he slapped your clit with his other hand, narrowing his eyes, “Now come. Come fucking hard for me, Y/N.”
When he slapped your clit again, the cool medal of his ring set you off to your first high, mouth falling open as a silent screech escaped your shaking figure. He watched you with intense eyes as you crumbled apart, hot waves of pleasure hitting you constantly, before he spat onto your pearl again—rubbing it with his thumb as he began to overstimulate you, “Hold on—“ You groaned, trying to sit up to stop his movements, “I can’t—wait—“
You tried to run away from his lips, but he held you down, still rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out at his vampire like place. Lifting your entire upper body off the ground, your hands gripped your breasts, eyes squeezing shut, “Again now,” he commanded, his voice gruff,
“Don’t make me wait. I hate waiting.”
“Oh my fucking god—Elliot!”
You screamed. Screamed to the heavens, if there were any. You thrashed your hips as he sucked on your clit, nibbling on the skin, which broke the second knot in your tummy, “I’m—I’m—I’m—“
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came again, at the expense of his hands, as he hummed while licking you through your orgasm. But then your thighs closed, pushing him away, as you began to heave heavily, looking up to the ceiling.
Your nerves were hyper sensitive. Black dots filling your vision, your ears rang as you felt him rub your thighs, “Come back,” he whispered, pecking your hipbone, “You’re okay. I got you. Just breathe through your nose.”
Looking down at him, his eyes rounded in worry, “Do you want to continue?”
“Please,” you begged, almost too quickly. He smiled.
Taking off his own skinny jeans, they hit the floor before he guided his fat cock onto the top of your clit, making you jolt from your previous orgasms. He snickered, making you slap his shoulder, withdrawing a quiet sorry from him.
Not breaking eye contact, you both gasped in unison when his tip slide into your gushing pussy, due to your climax. His forehead rested against yours as he breathed in your face, “So warm,” he groaned, slowly rolling his hips into yours, “—so…tight. Nothing will ever feel as good as you, ever.”
Your heart bloomed at his confession, chest pressed against his, as his hip bone rutted against your pearl, peeking out from beneath its hood. Your face scrunched up as he picked up his speed, stuttering breaths and skin slapping filling the room. Elliot filled you up entirely, leaving no space for anyone else, as his cock deliciously rubbed against the border of your cervix, “Please…please…Elliot.”
“What?” He cooed, “What is it? What do you want, baby?”
“To cum,” you pleased, with burning eyes and pink cheeks.
You didn’t need to say anything else. His thrust became erratic and desperate to finish the both of you off, wrapping both of your legs around his slim waist. His eyes bored into yours as his fangs popped out, and dipped down to the crook of your neck, stabbing into the flesh. He groaned as you let out muffled sobs, coming undone from the pain, your walls pulsating and spasming around his cock.
“I’m coming, yes!”
Your body locked up as aftershocks ripples through you, Elliot rocking his head back as the red substance was smeared across his lips. Eyes blown and lustful, you pushed him off you, before beginning to ride his cock to another orgasm. His brows rose as you planted your hands onto his chest, bouncing up and down, determined to make you both come at the same time.
But no—he wouldn’t let you control.
He grabbed your hips, before planting his feet onto the ground, and quickly began to hammer his hips into yours. Your eyes bulged as you screamed his name, before leaning down and kissing him, the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue from his lips.
He didn’t relent, going in harder, now chasing his orgasm. Your hand flew to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I have the prettiest girl coming on my dick,” he mumbled against your lips, “Never gonna forget this. Never gonna forget you.”
“Me either,” you promised, “I won’t. I can’t. You’re it for me.”
His teeth sunk into your bottom lip—
You came. And he did too. You didn’t worry about getting pregnant, or anything else in that moment. Just the way his warm cum spurted inside of you, moans and cries fleeing from your bleeding lips as he sucked on the open wound. Your heart hammered in your chest as he cursed loudly,
“I love you so fucking much—fuck!”
Swirling your fingers on the back of his neck as he came down, you two staid there, as he held you. His confession made a smile grow onto your tired face, and in a small whisper, you spoke into the silence.
“I love you too.”
“Here,” Scarlett’s voice was soft, as she handed you her purple flower crown. Your heart tore as you accepted it, before giving her a small—sad smile. Her tone was quiet as her beautiful large eyes blinked up at you, “—I made it for you. So that you don’t forget me.”
Your eyes burned with tears as you took the small girl into your arms, huggjng her tightly as you thanked her in her ear with a whisper. She smelled of cranberries and faint perfume, her small figure slightly shaking in your arms. Pulling away, you wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek, before patting her cheek gently,
“I could never forget a princess like you, Scar.”
She blinked with her glossy eyes, before looking down at the ground to refrain from crying. You have a hug to Belen, telling him how thankful you were that he had saved you, leading him to reply with a noble of course. He patted your shoulder before tipping his chin downward, a tight smile on his porcelain skin, “You have grown to be a daughter to me. Your presence will forever warm my heart, Y/N.”
Nodding stiffly, your face twisted when you fell into Alana’s arms. Crying into her shoulder, she hummed as she held you, her strands rubbing your nose as her scent of cinnamon filled your senses, “Thank you so much,” your voice shook, clinging tighter to her, “I forever owe you. Thank you…for showing me what having a mother felt like.”
Her hand rubbed your back, her voice in your ear.
“Thank you for reminding me what it felt like to be human, Y/N.”
Letting out another sob, you pulled away, and her hands reached to wipe your tears. Her own were shining with moisture, as she took a step back, your wrist being pulled from behind. Elliot lead you out silently as you waved at the three of them goodbye, and when the front door slammed shut, your teeth gritted as it took everything within you to not jump back into their arms.
You spun around to face him, shaking your head quickly before shoving your head into his chest, “Please, not yet. I need you. Please don’t leave me, Elliot.”
His arms wrapped around your figure, his chin digging into the top of your head,
“You’ll come back to me. I know you will,” his voice shook, but it seemed like he did his best to remain calm. You pulled away from him too look him in the eyes, as he held your face in his hands, pressing you’re foreheads together, “Come back to me, Y/N.”
“I will,” you chanted as he picked you up in his arms.
“I will I will I will I will will I will—“
His touch vanished, leaving you cold, as your eyes peeled open.
You were on the side of a highway.
Elliot was gone.
You turned around, looking behind you. There weren’t any trees—just buildings that surrounded you. Beginning to hyperventilate, you let out a shout of his name, “Elliot! Elliot!”
Your hand flew to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a cry.
“I’ll come back,” you whispered, looking up at the sky. Your voice wavered, hoping he could hear you.
“I’ll come back.”
Your eyes shot open, gasping for air as you peeled your eyes open. Your hands were on your steering wheel, looking with wide eyes, as you realized you must’ve fallen asleep on your way back to the office. Mumbling a curse, you stepped a bit more on the gas, furrowing your brows as you felt like you were forgetting something.
And here’s what it was—
Elliot forgot to tell you one thing.
When a human enters Vacuo, they will leave with no memory of whatever occurred within. And he knew that, and didn’t want to isolate you from your life, so he risked losing you because he cared too much.
But he waited there, at your spot by the lake, hoping you would somehow return back to him. That you would remember and come back into his arms.
But he knew he was being silly.
Because you wouldn’t remember. And you would live on.
summary : In an alternate universe, the world is separated into two. Vampires and humans. The Vacuo is the town of the blood suckers, but what happens when a fragile mortal takes the wrong turn on a road trip and stumbles upon the border of the god forsaken land?
warnings : humor, fluff, angst, smut, drinking blood, overstimulation, clit play, biting, choking, sweet sex, oral sex (f) receiving, the L word, suicide
word count : 9.4k
authors note : i know this is a bit out there, but i had the idea and needed to go with it. i’m very proud of the outcome of this fic and hope you all like it—so here it is !!
song based off this : castaways by 5 seconds of summer
elliot masterlist
Muttering a curse, your steering wheel jerked as the pebbles beneath your wheels cracked in your ears. Your boss had demanded that you return back to the office to finish up your thesis on your latest article about the vamps that set fire to the orphanage in Brookhurst lane. It had happened a few weeks ago, the news setting tears in your eyes at how devastating it was. Three children had perished, at the hands of the “filthy bloodsuckers”— quoted by many people, including your boss.
summary : In an alternate universe, the world is separated into two. Vampires and humans. The Vacuo is the town of the blood suckers, but what happens when a fragile mortal takes the wrong turn on a road trip and stumbles upon the border of the god forsaken land?
warnings : humor, fluff, angst, smut, drinking blood, overstimulation, clit play, biting, choking, sweet sex, oral sex (f) receiving, the L word, suicide
word count : 9.4k
authors note : i know this is a bit out there, but i had the idea and needed to go with it. i’m very proud of the outcome of this fic and hope you all like it—so here it is !!
song based off this : castaways by 5 seconds of summer
elliot masterlist
Muttering a curse, your steering wheel jerked as the pebbles beneath your wheels cracked in your ears. Your boss had demanded that you return back to the office to finish up your thesis on your latest article about the vamps that set fire to the orphanage in Brookhurst lane. It had happened a few weeks ago, the news setting tears in your eyes at how devastating it was. Three children had perished, at the hands of the “filthy bloodsuckers”— quoted by many people, including your boss.
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