01: crazy lady with a secret
Cw: mentions of cursing, bit of gore? No smut this ep but there will be in other eps so MDNI!!! @monichouu
Vampires are usually seen as cold, dangerous creatures, not capable of feeling real emotions—especially not love. But what if a vampire actually did feel something deeper, something that went against everything they are?
When a vampire falls in love with a human, it’s a huge risk. They’re built to hunt, and love makes them vulnerable in ways they’ve never been before.
You walk through the dark streets of downtown New York, the city alive around you. The lights from the signs flicker, and cars pass by, but all you can focus on is the hunger inside you. It burns, pushing you forward, searching for your next meal. Every person you pass, you can hear their heartbeat, smell the blood just under their skin. You feel the pull, the urge to hunt rising with every step.
You come to a stop as a distinct, irresistible scent of blood hits you. It’s coming from a dark alley, the stench of trash and decay barely masking the allure. Despite the foul surroundings, the pull of that mortal’s blood is undeniable.
The streets have quieted, and the alley offers the perfect cover—hidden from prying eyes, far from the bustle. It’s an ideal place to strike, and you know no one will notice. You step quietly into the damp alleyway, the shadows enveloping you. There, leaning against the grimy brick wall, is a man smoking a cigarette.
He wears a beanie, and his medium-length hair peeks out beneath it. His brown eyes reveal a hint of tiredness, and a name tag on his shirt reads “Ino Takuma,” though that hardly registers in your mind.
What captures your attention is the tantalizing warmth of his blood pulsing just beneath the surface of his skin. The hunger inside you intensifies, drowning out all other thoughts, sharpening your focus on one singular need: to feed.
Your eyes darken, thirst sharpening with each passing second. You approach him, your voice low and calm. “Hey.”
He looks up at you, confusion in his eyes. “Hey?” he says, unsure. You try your best to sound human, to hide the predator within. “You’re cute,” you say, your voice low and raspy, almost playful.
He raises an eyebrow, a mixture of concern and confusion on his face. “Uh, thanks?” he replies, taking another cautious step back. The compliment hangs in the air, thick with tension, and you can see the wheels turning in his mind as he tries to figure you out.
“Ino Takuma, right?” You smirk, barely able to contain the laughter bubbling inside you at the pleasure of his blood scent.
“Never heard of that name before,” you continue, keeping your tone casual, as if you’re just making small talk. He narrows his eyes at you, confusion still evident on his face. “Yeah, that’s me,” he says, the caution returning to his voice. “Why do you ask?” There’s a flicker of unease in his gaze.
“Oh, just wondering,” you say, stepping closer, your smirk widening. “What do you work for?”
He shifts uncomfortably, the tension rising. “I work at a nightclub,” he replies, taking a quick drag from his cigarette. “Bartender.”
“Why do you care?” His voice is cautious now, but he doesn’t move, watching you as you close the distance. His eyes lock onto yours, suspicion creeping in. “Are those contacts?” he asks, his gaze lingering on your piercing red eyes.
You pause, the question hanging in the air. For a brief second, you almost laugh at the absurdity, but instead, you tilt your head slightly, letting the silence do the talking. You move closer, every muscle tensing as you prepare to strike. The scent of his blood fills your senses, and your fangs ache with anticipation. Just as you’re about to make your move, a voice cuts through the silence.
“Yo! Ino! The fuck are you doing? It’s not time to fuck around! You’re late!”
An employee, likely another bartender, stands at the entrance of the alley, his arms crossed, annoyance clear in his tone. Ino jumps, startled, the moment between you both shattered. You force yourself to pull back, irritation bubbling beneath the surface as your eyes flick to the intruder, the moment ruined. As they walk away, you hiss quietly, frustration building inside you. Your hunger is sharp, and watching your prey slip away makes it worse.
You curse under your breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. No. He’s not getting away that easily. Not tonight. The hunt isn’t over.
“Who was that chick?” the other bartender asked, shaking up a drink behind the bar, his eyes briefly flicking toward Ino.
Ino shrugged, still looking a bit unsettled. “I don’t know, man. Just some random girl in the alley. Kinda weird.”
“Finally, you’re pulling,” the bartender laughs, shaking his head. “Thought you were a loser, for real.”
“Shut up,” Ino mutters, rolling his eyes as he grabs a glass. But the strange feeling from the alley still lingers, gnawing at the back of his mind. Ino looked up after setting the glass down, and there you were, sitting on one of the bar stools, staring right at him. The shock hit him hard, making him take a step back.
“What the—” he stammered, eyes wide, clearly not expecting to see you again so soon.
“Hello, ma’am, how may I serve you?” the other bartender asks with a friendly smile, unaware of the tension in the air.
“I don’t want you to serve my drink. I want Ino to,” you demand, your voice firm and unmistakable. The words hang heavy between you, making it clear that you won’t take no for an answer. Ino’s eyes dart between you and the other bartender, surprise mixed with confusion.
“A glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, please,” you say, sliding your card across the bar with confidence.
The other bartender raises an eyebrow but takes the card without hesitation. Ino pours the Cabernet Sauvignon into a glass, his hands slightly unsteady as he sets it down in front of you.
“We haven’t had a nice talk with each other since we were so rudely interrupted by one of your associates, hm?” you say, leaning forward slightly, a teasing smile playing on your lips.
He glances around the bar, then back to you, his expression concerned. “Yeah, I guess we haven’t,” he replies, trying to keep his composure. The tension between you thickens, the memory of the alley still fresh in his mind. “Not to sound rude or anything, but what is your deal, lady?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly as he studies you. The playful tone you had once had set shifts slightly to his question.
“You intrigue me,” you say, your gaze locked onto his eyes before drifting down to his neck, where the pulse beats just beneath the surface. “You meet a lot of women like me, don’t you?” you ask, a smile spreading across your lips, the predatory glint in your eyes unmistakable.
Ino swallows hard, caught off guard by your question and the intensity of your gaze. “Uh, not really,” he replies, his voice wavering slightly. “You’re definitely… different.” He looks at you, trying to decipher your intentions, the tension between you palpable as he leans in just a bit closer, drawn in despite himself. “You’re right. I am different. You’ll never meet a woman like me,” you say, your red eyes shining with boldness as you lean in closer.
Ino’s breath catches, mixed emotions clear across his face. He studies you, trying to make sense of the mystery before him. “Okay, so what makes you so unique?”
“You’ll see, my dear Ino,” you say playfully, enjoying the moment. This was going well.
But there was a feeling you couldn’t shake off while talking to him, a sense of something different. He felt different from the others, and for a moment, you hesitated. You pushed that feeling aside, focusing on the energy between you and the pull of the hunt that kept drawing you closer. He turns around to pour another person’s drink, and when he looks back, you’re already gone.
“I like her,” the other bartender says with a grin. “I’d definitely smash.”
“Shut the fuck up, you perv,” Ino shoots back, still shocked by how quickly you vanished. He glances around, searching for any sign of you.
But in reality, you haven’t left. You’re hidden in the shadows, waiting for him, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and claim your prize. Hours pass, and finally, Ino clocks out, the weight of his shift lifting as he steps outside. He lives not too far from the nightclub, so he prefers to walk home, enjoying the cool night air and the quiet streets.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re following him, shadowing his every step. You keep your distance, hidden in the darkness, your senses heightened as you track his movements. “Leaving so soon?” you whisper, your voice barely above the night air. He yelps, spinning around to face you, surprise etched across his features.
“Okay, what the fuck?!” he yells, his heart racing as he takes a step back. The fear in his eyes is visible, and for a moment, the bravado he had at the bar disappears, replaced by raw instinct. You can’t help but smile, the thrill of the chase pulsing through you once more. You smile, your fangs flashing in the dim light, eager for him to see.
“Oh my god, you’re a fucking vampire lady? Why is it always the crazy women?!” he screams, panic rising in his voice.
Ino steps back, his eyes wide with fear, and then he turns and starts running. You know you’re ten times faster than him, your speed and agility unmatched, but you find the chase arousing.
You walk behind him, a predator enjoying the hunt as he continues to run. His footsteps echo in the night, but you don’t rush. There’s no need. You relish the fear radiating from him, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the delicious blood of what’s to come. He glances back over his shoulder, panic etched on his face when he sees you still trailing him. He picks up his pace, but you remain unfazed, a steady presence in the darkness, allowing him to believe he has a chance. “Oh my sweet, Ino… where are you going?” you call out, feigning frustration with a small pout on your lips.
Your voice drips with a playful sweetness, contrasting sharply with the danger that looms behind it. He stumbles slightly, glancing back at you, his eyes wide with fear. The sight of your playful demeanor only intensifies his panic, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at how easily you toy with him. You quicken your pace just enough to let him know you’re still right behind him. Just as he’s about to trip on the pavement, you catch up effortlessly. In a swift motion, you grab the back of his collared shirt, pulling him upright, and he gasps in shock, his breath catching in his throat.
“I don’t want my prey all bruised up,” you murmur, your voice soft yet laced with menace, your grip firm but careful. His body trembles beneath your touch.
You quickly turn him around, making sure he’s facing you. His eyes are wide, panic written all over his face.
“Holy shit—holy shit!” he cries, his voice shaking as you move in closer to his neck.
For the first time, an unexpected emotion grips you—guilt. It hits you hard, unsettling and unfamiliar. You pause, the thrill of the hunt suddenly muted by this strange, terrible feeling. You’ve never felt empathy for a mortal, or anyone for that matter, but now, something in Ino’s fear stirs something deep within you. It feels wrong, like a weight you can’t explain, and it lingers, making you hesitate in a way you never have before.
You let go of him, your hands dropping to your sides.
“I can’t do this,” you murmur quietly, the words strange in your mouth. Ino stumbles back, still shaking, but too stunned to run. The hunger is still there, but the guilt is stronger, stopping you from going any further. You betrayed yourself. You betrayed your own kind. The key rule—never reveal yourself, never let a mortal live with the knowledge of what you are—was etched into you from the start. But now, you’ve broken it.
Standing there, you realize the weight of what you’ve done. You let him go, and with that, you’ve shattered a law you swore never to break.
“W-What..? You’re not going to bite me..?” Ino pants, his breath ragged as he clutches his chest, still reeling from fear and confusion.
He stares at you, struggling to process what just happened, the terror slowly fading but the shock still gripping him tightly.
You look up at him, and suddenly, a wave of possessiveness surges through you. If you were going to let him go, you couldn’t risk him talking. He couldn’t say a word to anyone.
Your gaze sharpens, the hunger shifting into something else—a need to control, to ensure that this secret stays buried with him. If he was to live, it would be on your terms.
A ridiculous idea crosses your mind, but in this moment, it feels like the only solution.
“I’m going to live with you, from now on,” you say, blunt and low, leaving no room for debate.
“What?!” he wheezes, his eyes wide in disbelief. “No—“
“I’m not asking for an answer. That’s a demand,” you interrupt, your voice cold and firm.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mutters, quickly backing down, his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to survive this. He doesn’t dare push back, making sure not to provoke you further, still terrified of what might happen if he refuses.
After that horrific incident, the two of you are already walking back to his house. The silence between you is thick and awkward. Ino keeps glancing at you, his mind spinning, while you’re lost in your own thoughts, trying to process what you’ve done.
You’re cooked. Completely. You just let a human live—one who knows what you are. You know how dangerous this is. You know eyes are probably on you, your own kind likely watching, disgusted by your actions. The weight of it presses down on you, so heavy that, for the first time in ages, you feel like you could break down and cry. This overwhelming feeling crashes over you, making you wonder how you’ve ended up here, betraying everything you’ve stood for.
“We’re here, welcome to my humble abode,” Ino says, opening the door with a nervous smile, gesturing for you to enter.
“You’re corny, like a teenager,” you remark, stepping inside, eyes already scanning the place.
“Ouch, I guess,” Ino mumbles, closing the door behind him, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.
By the time he turns around, you’re already in his room, casually inspecting your surroundings. He blinks, startled at how fast you move. He’d have to get used to that.
“I’ll sleep in the closet,” you say, pointing at the door like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“U-uhm… okay?” he stammers, scratching the back of his head, clearly confused by your choice. The whole situation felt bizarre enough, and now this—his head was spinning.
“Wait, isn’t it night though? You stay up all night… ’cause you’re like nocturnal crazy bat bitches,” he whispers, almost to himself.
You look at him, your eyes narrowing. “Yes,” you reply, the ache of hunger clawing at you. As you glance around the room, your eyes land on a guinea pig cage. Without a second thought, you stride over and open it.
“Wait!” Ino yells, his voice panicked.
Ignoring him, you grab the guinea pig and sink your fangs into its tiny body. The blood is bitter, disgusting, nothing like the warmth of human blood, but you need something to ease the hunger gnawing at you.
“Oh my god! What the fuck!” Ino stares at you, horrified.
You look back at him, wiping the blood from your chin with the back of your hand. “What?” you say, unbothered. “Don’t tell me you feel empathy for this rodent,” you add, casually placing the guinea pig back in its cage as if nothing happened.
“Dude, that’s my fucking pet, Boobie!” Ino screams, rushing over and scooping up the now lifeless guinea pig, his face a mix of shock and anger.
You raise an eyebrow, barely holding back a laugh. “Boobie? You named it Boobie?”
“Yes!” he snaps, his voice cracking. “Why are you laughing?”
You let out a small snicker, trying to compose yourself. “Because… you named a guinea pig Boobie. That’s ridiculous,” you say, amused despite the tension in the room.
“It is not ridiculous! And who cares about the name? You just killed my guinea pig!” Ino snaps, his voice shaking with frustration. He gently picks up Boobie’s lifeless body and heads toward the front door, clearly intent on giving the poor pet a proper burial.
Curious, and still slightly amused, you follow him outside. You watch as he kneels down, grabbing a small trowel to dig a little grave. The whole scene feels almost absurd to you, but you can’t help but watch, wondering why this matters so much to him.
“I was hungry,” you murmur, your eyes fixed on the small hole he’s digging to bury the guinea pig.
Ino pauses for a second, his shoulders slumping as he places Boobie into the ground. “At least say sorry,” he mutters, glancing up at you, his voice softer now but still heavy with disbelief.
You hesitate for a moment, the words foreign to you. “Sorry,” you say, though the apology feels strange and hollow. You’ve never had to apologize for anything before.
“Why do you care so much… for something that doesn’t even… do anything?” you ask, your voice laced with genuine confusion as you watch him gently cover the guinea pig with soil.
Ino stops for a moment, looking up at you, his expression a mix of sadness and anger. “Because it’s not about what it does,” he says softly. “It’s about what it means. Boobie was my pet… something I cared about. It’s not just some thing to me.” He shakes his head, his voice cracking slightly. “I guess you wouldn’t get that.”
“You’re right, I don’t get it. It’s stupid,” you say, your eyes narrowing as his words hit a nerve. The way he said, “I guess you wouldn’t get that,” digs at you, stirring an irritation you can’t quite explain. You’ve never cared about such small, meaningless attachments, and the fact that he does feels almost insulting. Ino stands up, brushing the dirt off his hands, his expression hardening. “Well, not everything can be explained by your logic,” he mutters, clearly trying to hold back more frustration.
He walks back inside the house, leaving you standing outside, staring at the freshly turned clump of dirt.
“Humans… so stupid,” you whisper to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. The way they cling to their attachments, even to something as small as a guinea pig, baffles you.
To shake off the boredom, you start to wander around the yard, taking in the night air and the quiet stillness of the neighborhood. As you stroll, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to the oddity of the night—the thrill of the hunt, the rush of emotions you’d never felt before, and the strange connection you’ve formed with this human. It’s all new territory, and while you’d never admit it out loud, it’s starting to intrigue you.
As you continue strolling, lost in thought, you suddenly feel a rush of movement—a figure lunges at you from the shadows.
Before you can react, they pounce, sending you tumbling down a steep slope. You hit the ground hard, your back slamming against a tree, the impact forcing the wind from your lungs.
Gasping for air, you scowl, your instincts kicking in as you quickly assess the situation. The figure looms over you, but the surprise of the attack leaves you momentarily disoriented.
“Always knew I should have kept my eye on you,” a voice says, cutting through your haze. You blink a few times, regaining your vision, and find yourself staring up at Sukuna, an ancient leader of your coven.
His presence is imposing, a hint of horror in your gaze, causing a shiver down your spine. You push yourself up slightly, scowling as you try to gather your bearings. “What do you want?” you snap, your frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
Sukuna’s eyes narrow as he looks down at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve been reckless, wandering around with a mortal. Care to explain yourself?”
“I’m not wandering with a mortal,” you retort, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within you.
Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Then what do you call it? You’ve made a habit of letting them live, haven’t you?” His tone is both mocking and accusatory, as if he’s challenging your choices.
You push yourself to your feet, brushing dirt off your clothes. “It’s not like that. I have my reasons,” you insist, trying to keep your voice firm. The last thing you need is for him to think he can intimidate you.
“I should have your head on a stick, right now,” he growls, his voice low and threatening.
You hiss back, “You think I’m afraid of you?” Your heart races, adrenaline flooding your veins as you prepare for whatever he might do next.
Sukuna steps closer, the smirk fading from his lips. “You should be. This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re putting the entire coven at risk with your foolishness.”
You meet his gaze defiantly. “I’ll take my chances. I’m not letting anyone control my choices.”
Sukuna’s grip tightens around you, and in an instant, you’re floating off the ground before being hurled against another tree. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, and you cough out blood, the metallic taste flooding your mouth.
“Wait—” you gasp, struggling to regain your composure as he strides toward you with an intimidating confidence. Before you can react, he grabs you again, pulling you back up with a swift motion and landing a hard blow to your face.
The pain radiates through your skull, and you feel your vision blur for a moment. “You’re making this harder on yourself,” he says coldly, his eyes locked onto yours. In a moment of fierce determination, you spot a sharp, pointed branch lying nearby. With a swift motion, you seize it and turn back to Sukuna.
“You think you can intimidate me?” you snarl, thrusting the branch toward him and slamming him against a tree, the sharp tip hovering dangerously close to his chest.
Just as you prepare to plunge it into him, a flicker of surprise crosses his face, and with a swift movement, he teleports away, leaving you grasping at air. The branch plunges into the bark of the tree with a sickening thud, and you stumble back, frustration boiling inside you.
“Coward!” you shout into the darkness, scanning the shadows for any sign of him. The night seems to thrum with tension.
A howl of pain escapes your lips as the surge of energy leaves you, and you stumble backward, losing your balance. You fall hard onto the ground, the impact sending a jolt of pain through your body. Your breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps.
A few hours pass, and you finally push yourself off the ground, every muscle in your body aching. The pain lingers, but you force yourself to keep moving, limping your way back to Ino’s place. Each step feels heavier than the last, but the thought of retreating to safety, at least for now, keeps you going.
By the time you reach his door, the night is still and quiet, your body exhausted from the battle. You hesitate for a moment, wiping the dirt from your clothes, before stepping inside.
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