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yandere vampire!tamsy caines x reader

synopsis. when a chance encounter with the town’s most beautiful stranger blossoms into something intoxicating, you begin to ignore the quiet unease that follows him wherever he goes. after all, monsters only exist in stories… don’t they?

content warnings. DEAD DOVE, yandere behaviour, graphic imagery, manipulation, nonconsensual kissing, nonconsensual biting, kidnapping implied, physiological abuse, emotional distress, gore, physical restraint, au, a whole lot of dc beware!!

note. this was originally 5k words but i decided that i didn’t like the other half so i got rid of it(it wasn’t finished in the first place so i hope this is fine). if you see any sentences that start with a lowercase no you didn’t bc this is totally proofread… anyway please enjoy!!! wc. 3.0k. read on ao3.

“So distracting.” Tamsy inhales from behind you. Letting the scent of your hair, and what is beneath it, fill his nostrils. Such a sweetly sickening smell. Unlike anything—anyone—he’s ever smelt. Your scent has always played a big role in Tamsys ever growing obsession with you. It was the very thing that amplified it. There was something about it, it was just so unique, so distinctly you, others couldn’t even begin to compare. Perhaps it was your blood, or maybe something more sinister, something he could not even begin to comprehend.

You were distraught by his words. “What is?” You question.

“Your smell. It's so…strange.” He admits.

He wants to taste you, he wants your blood to coat his tastebuds, paint his lips crimson. He wants to be connected with you, everything that courses through your blood, he wants it all. Even if it’s the damage that’s deemed you, he still wants it. Usually, Tamsy has a keen eye for which scents put a burden on his shoulders; his own type of damage. But your scent carries neither the promise of trouble nor the purity of something angelic.

He gets closer to you, almost pressing his front to your back. But not close enough, leaving an inch of space in between. His palms settle on your hips, rough and intentional. His face is buried in your hair, breathing you in again. And again.

“I wonder what you taste like,” he pauses for a minute, reaching one of his hands up to move your hair out of the way, making access to your neck. “Your scent makes me think it’s something truly divine.”

Heat rises to your face with the way his words and breath felt against your ear, so soft, and so delicate. He places a deliberately kiss on your neck, detaching his lips from you and whispering in your ear:

“Such soft skin, i could just take a bite.” His grin grows wide, but not wide enough to reach his eyes. It never seems to, but when it does things feel troubled for some strange reason. It deeply unsettled you at times, a timid feeling grew within the depths of your soul, and you weren’t sure as to why.

The words send shivers down your spine; almost like a spider crawling up your soft skin. You tilt your head to the side to give him more access, like you didn’t have a choice in the matter, like you were to submit to whatever it was he wanted. Tansy's smile is unwithering, it’s like you want it, he thinks. So, he does it again. Placing another long kiss on your neck. There was overwhelming excitement rising in your chest, and butterflies filling your stomach. The feeling felt all too similar to anxiety, fear, even.

But it left the second it came, never lasting long enough to cause any real concern. Adrenaline coursed through you, rushing blood, skin burning. Your chest felt funny; fluttering every and each time he kissed you; the contact of his velvet lips on your soft neck; the feeling of his cold labret tickling your skin. Your own lips curl into a smirk, and you let out a small whimper—something far too lustful. His hand reaches over your body and very slowly, grabs a hold of your jaw, tilting your head even more to the side.

It hurt, you thought. His touch hurt, scalded, almost.

“Close your eyes and hold still,” he whispers in your ear, before placing another kiss on your neck. You do as told, you close your eyes, and stand as still as you could, anticipating something more. But it never comes.

His words sounded more like a warning, you think for only a brief second before brushing it off. A warning telling you that he’s going to do something, something menacing, but you are too blind with want and need to realize that it was the wrong kind of warning—the type you hear right before you’re killed.

So naïve.

As you’re anticipating another kiss, instead a deep bite came forth. It was hard and agonizing. You scream. Loud and clear, it echoes all throughout the fluorescent room, screeching at your throat. But it was then abruptly muffled by Tamsy’s palm over your mouth. That’s when it hits you, his every move, every word, everything, was deliberate for a reason. You try to push away from him, but his hold was unyielding, keeping you locked against him. Your breath quickens, and your body enters a state of panic.

Your eyes finally opened with realization that the warnings and signs were right there. You feel guilt burn deep within you, your inevitable fate has finally caught up. It’s exactly as the women at the fair just last week told you would happen; a beauty, a sapphire with cracks in its shiny glass, comes at dusk and leaves at dawn, once again crackles.

There had been rumours–whispers passed from one another, of women going missing, later found in dark alleys hollow of blood and littered in puncture wounds in places no animal would ever reach on purpose. It was a phenomenon straight out of a telltale. You’ve never heard anything like it, honesty. You told yourself it wasn’t real, because why would it be? Vampires weren’t real, it was just a silly myth made up to make children afraid of the dark night, to keep them safely within the walls of their homes. But here you are, under the fangs of one beautiful man, you believed. On the outside he was the most handsome and ravishing man you’ve ever laid eyes upon, but his soul was rotten against the outside and within, nothing pure about him; wrapped in sin.

He sucked on you, ignoring the way your teeth grazed his palm, and the way your free hand fought trying to push his head away from you, and how your whimpers and sobs became more shallow against his palm. It hurt so fucking much, blood seeping down your neck all the way to the wooden floor where your feet stood shakily. It’s like he knew you’d fight back, holding down one of your arms with his own. And maybe he did. Now, his other hand moves off your hip to get ahold of your hand—the one that was trying, and failing to push him off. He held it in his softly, raising it up and out of the way, so you were completely and utterly helpless.

The more blood he drank from you, the lighter your head felt. the world blurred, but his sharp fangs stayed cruel. A demon carved in human skin, you thought. Everything went black and you thought this was it, this was going to be the last thing you feel before you die. But when fluorescent light finally reached your eyes again you don’t know how much time had passed since he’s been drinking from you, only that he’d taken enough to leave you empty and so weak your limbs felt heavy and weightless on the verge of collapsing.

Tamsy’s hands let go of you, and you fall to your knees, falling to the ground. You struggle and wither in pain, aching spreading like a wildfire throughout your body. Your head felt light and tongue dry. Taking one long blink, and when your eyes open hot tears rush down your face.

You turn to face him. Tamsy stood over your body, all joyous and full of you. Disgusting, you felt disgusting. Why do you of all people deserve this? You thought. You didn’t do anything to him, and to think he actually liked you to some capacity, but now you see it for what it really is—an evil ploy for his sick and perverted game, playing with his food you could say.

As you weep on the floor, you find a pleased smile stretched over his features and blood—your blood—seeping down from the corners of his mouth. His straight hair frames his face, and for the first time you actually see him, you see that mischief in his eyes, you see that uncanny smile that always makes you rethink eternity. A pitiful realization spread throughout you, how could’ve you been so ignorant to what was right in front of you?

It makes you cry harder, you want to hit him, kill him, but your bones feel so heavy you doubt you can even lift your arms up. Your whole body is trembling, and you feel cold, frigid to the touch. You wished you never met him, wished that he never even looked in your general vicinity. You wished he was never born, you wished you weren’t born. You wished for whatever it was that could reverse this. All of a sudden your depressing life before him seemed more colourful and less excruciating. You began to miss the things you deemed as mundane, and the harsh reality you faced every passing day that blended into one big ball of nothingness.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the throbbing pain in your neck, your hand weakly moving to grab onto the gaping wound, hissing at the contact. "Why—why a-are you…you…” You struggle to finish your words, your thoughts run wild, and your head is getting dizzier and drowsier by the second, eyelids heavy. No strength to push words out from your mouth. But your mind screams in anger, maddening rage.

There’s an all-knowing sigh, and tamsy laughs. “Didn’t you know?” he says to you, like you were supposed to know. And maybe he’s right, who would want someone like you? certainly not someone like him.

He stands tall, looming over your abused body, the only source of light hanging right behind his head casting a sort of celestial glow to him, he almost looks like an angel sent from up above. But instead of an angel, it was the devil sent personally for you, to wreak havoc upon your lowly soul.

“Why..?” One, sad word ripples from your throat, it’s raspy and ugly, like something is clawing at your vocal cords. As more steamy tears fall down the apples of your cheeks.

“Didn’t I tell you before,” he looks you dead in the eyes, more hopefully than your own. “Your smell is strange to me.”

You’re confused, beyond. “t-that’s not-t an answer…” You struggle to scream letting out a sob instead. “W-why seduce me? J-just so you could… just so you could k-kill me!” Your words come out in hiccups, it’s quite pitiful to watch. Tears fly everywhere, down your chin, soaking your clothes. There are blanks in your vision, your ears are ringing and your heart is beating out of your chest, which seems to be the only thing you can hear; loud thuds of your heart speeding up in panic. Your neck is still throbbing, blood staining your clothes.

You think about the wound he left, and how it will be something you carry for the rest of your life and remind you of the fear you felt. But then you realize you probably won’t make it past the age you are now. You cry harder, you want to stop, you do, but panic attacks your body, making everything hurt more then it already was. Numbing everything, you feel like an infant crying for his mom’s attention. Deplorable you felt.

“Originally, yes. but i’ve changed my mind,” Tamsy bent down to your level, maintaining eye contact. And a sadistic grin over his features. “I’d like to keep you. Maybe play with you some more.”

He moved closer to you, palms against the ground on either side of you, and his knees in between your slightly spread legs. his face was so close to yours, you knew he could probably feel your heart racing, and your unsteady breaths against his face. Your lips fall open slightly, quivering, frowning, he sees the expression on your face and it makes him all the happier. Tamsy closes the already small distance by pressing a kiss to your lips.

A vulgar taste of silver invades your mouth—to you it was unpleasant, revolting, but to Tamsy it was holy nectar. You protest, face twisting in disgust as you try to push his tongue out of your mouth. But he persists, forcing his tongue into your mouth. There wasn’t anything intimate or passionate about the way he kissed you. It was violent and ugly, like a sheep under the claws of a wolf. You tried to lift your arms up to push him off of you but they were too limp to move. Now you truly felt appalled, nothing more regurgitating, you thought. You bite his lip, in hopes of ceasing the kiss, but it all tumbles down when he only smiles and proceeds with his assault.

For a brief second he pulls away, to admire your face of fear. That’s when you finally get the courage to ask him. “Why…” Your bottom lip trembles. “Why keep me?” Your features display despair, as more tears run down your tear-stained face and you feel a nauseating headache coming on.

“There’s something special about you. I know it’s quite the cliché, but it's the simple truth,” he answers you, but not that it makes any sense to you anyway.

“Wha-what are you going to do with me?” You weep. There's so much pain everywhere, you would rather die than continue to feel this bone aching sensation. You wish he would just end it here and now, but you know that wouldn’t happen anytime soon, not until he’s had his fill of you. And you knew that letting you go was far out of the way, so enduring was all that was left for you.

His palms cup your cheeks and you flinch, it's small but it’s there. And he notices it, because why wouldn’t he. Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears from your skin. His head tilting to the side slightly, “I’m not sure yet, but killing you isn’t one of them,” He says it in a way that's supposed to be reassuring, it’s not, it won’t be as long as that smile dances around his face. “Don’t fret too much.”

Tears well up in your eyes and you’re crying again.

“Come on now, don’t cry, you’re hurting my feelings,” that unnerving and condescending tone, how you hate it. And he's looking at you like it's all your fault that you’re in pain, and that what happened was at the hands of yourself rather than him. “How bad does it hurt, dear?” Tamsy hums the question. The way that last word fell from his lips was all too innocent, like he was trying to play coy with you, now by comforting you. How fucking ironic.

Pain was eating away at you so much that talking has become a struggle. On the plus side the bleeding had seemed to pretty much slow to a stop, the blood that was previously fresh had started to dry; the colour changed to a more deeper and darker maroon, becoming scabbed.

You watch him stare at you for what feels like hours. At first, you thought he might do something else—something worse, but now you’re not so sure he’s going to do anything more than stare at you in silence and await an answer. It was jarring, his eyes, his face, how even expressionless he still looks like he might do something any second now. Now that you think about it, his face always looks so dead, nothing behind his eyes, a walking corpse. Even while wearing multiple extensions at once there’s nothing on his face.

Swallowing a fist sized lump that was jammed in your throat, doing little to actually clear it of the dryness. You open your mouth to try and speak because you thought that silence would not get you far, but as you try and force your voice out nothing comes of it, as if someone had stolen your voice. You swallow once more and try to speak again, and nothing. You gave up by the third time because the amused expression he was making made you feel stupid for even trying to put in any effort.

“Cat got your tongue? hm?” He slightly tilted his head to the side as he spoke with a small laugh. If you weren’t tired you would slap him. Tamsy moves his hand up to your face and you flinch yet again. He touches your chin first, tilting your head around slowly, side to side and then up and down. You hiss when the skin around your wound stretches, muscles pulling and ripping the scab apart. Then, his hand moves up to brush across the surface of your cheeks, feeling dampness beneath the pad of his finger.

There was something so hypnotizing about his touch, you didn’t want his hands on your body, every time he touched you, you wanted to hit him until he stopped, you wanted to yell at him until he would leave. But you could not deny that it was gentle with genuine care behind the action. It surprised you beyond belief, he had no reason to be so affectionate, hell, he could kill you right here right now. But he’s not, instead he touches your face like it was something precious, something to protect, even after what he had done.

Your vision began to slip finally, it’s been hazy for the last few minutes, but now you could barely keep your eyes open. Tamsy held your face in his palm, and as your consciousness crumbled you found yourself seeking comfort in his touch leaning further and further into his gelided skin.

There was an empty darkness hugging you, like being forcibly trapped under a blanket. You tried to open your eyes but you had none, you tried to open your mouth to scream for help but you failed to find the strength to, or even a mouth to do so. Fear thumped through your body, chest fluttering, heart beating like an energetic cat at night. You're falling, drowning maybe. You could feel the ground getting closer but every time you thought you were about to collapse and break every bone in your body, it never comes; you just keep falling and falling, deeper into nothing.

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