Summary: Life wasn't by your side, and now, after many, many years of living, you were thinking that something good would happen to you, until they took it away from you.
TW: Obsessed Witch/Vampire! Reader, Fem! Reader, a lot of scenery changes (?)I guess. Descriptions of cults, violence, spirituality, blood, racism, and misogyny. A little angst. Kinda slow this one since I really wanted to give a good introduction to the reader and EJ.
a/n: Once I started to write it, I couldn't stop it! I really hope you guys like it as much as I like writing it! I do accept any feedback since English is not my first language. AO3 Link here<3
You were wearing a thin white dress, no shoes, nothing to hide your long hair, letting it breathe. Oh, you loved this feeling of freedom so much when the air was blowing in your face.
But you remember the position you were in, all tied up, people looking at you, judging you for being a witch. Fucking bullshit.
You were tired, tired of how the people around you treat you just for being a woman. What the fuck is wrong with being smarter than them? Especially smarter than men.
“VERBRENNT DIE HEXE! (BURN THE WITCH!)” Some random men scream, and you shoot a furious look in that direction.
They wanted so badly for you to be a witch? Then you would scare their ass off.
“Du mochtest so sehr, dass ich ein? (You want me so badly to become a monster?) Ein Bosewicht in deinem kleinen, erbärmlichen Leben, weil ich besser bin als? (A villain in your little pathetic life because I’m better than you?) Na, ich sag dir: Er wird dich eher früher als später holen kommen! (Well, let me tell you he is going to come for you sooner than later!).” You screamed. “Er lässt mich nicht sterben! (He is not letting me die here!).” You started laughing hysterically. “Er Würde Mich Niemals Sterben Lassen, Und Ich Würde Über Jahre, Zeitalter Und Jahrhunderte Hinweg Stärker, Klüger Und Besser Werden! (HE WOULD NEVER LET ME DIE, AND I WOULD BECOME STRONGER, SMARTER, AND BETTER FOR YEARS, AGES, CENTURIES.)” You started breathing heavily, calming yourself.
A man wearing a stupid, ugly hat got close to you, with an angry look on his face. “ Egal, was du gesagt hast, nichts wird dich davor retten. (No matter what you said, nothing would save you from this, you witch).” He spat with hate, ready to burn you alive in front of everybody.
But the air got strangely stronger, the sky darker, the place silent, not even the random sounds of the insects that were always in nature. And that scared you for a moment, because you knew that in nature there’s always some sound.
And there was the first scream, then another, and another. Everything went really fast; you couldn’t even register in your brain what was going on.
“ Du hattest recht, er mochte ein so hübsches, kluges Mädchen wie sie. (You were right, he couldn’t let die a beautiful, smart girl like you.)” You heard a rough and deep voice, and your brows furrowed.;“Was sind? (What are you?).” You asked, scared, maybe you were a fucking witch after all.
Your eyes squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the person who saved you in the darkness. And when he got closer, you could notice a white man, pale, with red eyes, and blood all over him.
He smiled at you, with his big fangs. “Er hört dich und schickt mich, um dich zu retten. (He hears you and sends me to save you).” He proceeded to untie you with his hands full of warm blood, in contrast to his cold skin.
“Danke. (Thank you.)” You said, feeling the relief on your skin from how tight the ropes were around you.
You were ready to escape, to be far from here and not to look back from this hell of a place, but he wrapped your wrist, pushing you close to him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Deine Freiheit hat ihren Preis, den du dir selbst gewünscht hast. Erinnerst du dich?” (Your freedom has a cost, a cost that was your wish. Remember?).” Your eyes open wider, and his smile too.
His eyes became black, with a red iris, thick veins around them and the side of his face, and he opened his mouth, jaw getting inhumanly open, and his fangs longer. He leaned, getting close to your neck and biting you.
Bite you until his fangs painfully pierced your skin. You could only scream and ask him to stop, but he didn’t stop until you died.
You were so lucky to start studying medicine at Indiana University School of Medicine, supposedly one of the best schools there. You had an old -really old- friend who gave you a hand to enter there as a foreign student. You knew you could go anywhere, but you heard some strange stories about some cultists lately in that area, so a little learning on medicine, plus mystery, got you all excited.
Being alive for three centuries could be boring if you don’t get interested in those human activities and their will of knowledge and to the unknown. You knew that better than anyone.
So your curiosity and the power of not wanting to get bored for years got you there, in front of the big school.
“Los geht’s – ich verfüge buchstäblich über das Wissen von Jahrhunderten, da kann ja nichts schiefgehen. (Here we go, I have centuries of knowledge, literally, nothing can go wrong).” You tried to calm your nerves, since you knew that the fact that you were a woman would be a constant problem. And you hate that fact with your whole soul.
“That was German?” You heard a deep voice and looked back to see his face.
You knew he was close to you because of your senses, but something in his blood was especially strong and noticeable to you.
“Yes.” You smiled at him, already feeling drowsy from his smell. Then you introduced yourself, looking at him head to toe.
He was beautiful, his black skin glowing at the soft touch of the sun, with an afro that looked like he really took care of it, and you could smell the shaving cream that he used on his face. He was wearing a yellow neck turtle, short-sleeved shirt, blue, flared jeans, a belt, and brown boots. A black school bag in his hand.
You offered your hand to him, and he took it with a firm grip and a little nod.
“I’m Jack Nyras, nice to meet you.” And his accent made you smile wider. “You know? You don’t have a lot of accents for being an exchange student.”
Your smile flickered for a moment, but you maintained it. “I’m from a small town in Germany, Lemgo, but my parents were on top of me in my education, and learning English was one of the things they were really strict about.” You said without lying, maybe it wasn’t your parents, but Radimir, your so-called protector and, basically, your demon-vampire adoptive figure, was really strict with your learning, and was really happy that, instead of wasting time eating people and partying- things that маленькие эгоцентричные монстры (little egocentric monsters) do, as he called them- you took this opportunity to get knowledge. Of course you take advantage of your power sometimes, but never let him know that.
And let's not forget the little, tiny detail of centuries to perfect anything that you were interested in at the moment.
Jack nodded, then smiled at you, “Would you allow me to show you around since you are new, Miss?” And you could swear that your Ambar eyes could get bright red from excitement; you couldn’t sense any other intentions from him, as it happens with other men. He was genuinely asking you so politely to show you around.
You knew that your bar on men was on the floor, basically, but nobody could blame you! Just a few men showed you that they were genuinely nice, and not a motherfucker who pretended to be.
“I would love that, Mr. Nyras.” You said playfully.
As you two started walking together around the school, he started a small chat to get to know you.
“What was your reason to study medicine?” He asked, curious.
You thought a little bit about your answer, since you didn’t want to say something that sounded suspicious. “I would love to do research. It is really interesting to learn a lot of things about us, humans. I know that as a woman, it would be complicated to get, but I have faith that I would make it.” You gave him a sad look; for you, it was so disappointing that, for all the centuries you have lived, everything evolves, everything changes, but not the underestimation towards women. You hate how misogynistic people can be around the world.
Jack stopped walking and stared at you, smiling, his hand now in your shoulder. “I know that is hard, believe me, but look at you, working hard to get what you want, to make your parents proud. You’re such a bright woman, and I’m really excited to start this journey with you and be classmates. Let’s work hard together, okay?” You looked him directly in the eyes; you didn't exactly have a heart, but something in you felt twisted in a good way.
“Ich glaube, ich konnte mich in dich verlieben. (I think I could fall in love with you.)” You murmured with a serious expression on your face.
Jack chuckled, then looked at you playfully. “You need to teach me German; it wouldn’t be fair if you said things to me that I cannot understand.”
You laughed at him, saying it was nothing serious, and kept walking, now towards your classroom.
“Why did you want to study medicine?” Now you asked. He kept smiling, but now his eyes had a certain brightness of excitement. “I want to be a pediatrician. It’s not only about how profitable the career is. I want to make a change, to help my community.”
He sounded so hopeful and passionate; you couldn’t help but admire him.
“I am so happy that we met, Jack, since I would see you accomplish your goals and your growth since the beginning.”
And after that warm talk, a friendship began for him, and a crush started to grow in you.
It has been months since the classes started, and as much as you and Jack enjoyed the learning part, you hated the not-so-passive misogynistic comments towards you, or racism towards him.
Jack told you that you should ignore all those negative comments, but you couldn’t avoid eating at least one of those people -classmates, or professors- once a month to take your anger out towards them.
“I know that you said to me a lot of times that you can take care of yourself, but there have been a lot of disappearances lately, so please let me pick you up from your house and drop you back after classes,” Jack said with a worried look, holding you by your shoulders, and you just pout.
“But Jacky! I can assure you I am more than fine alone.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest. He just squeezes your shoulders a little. “I know, Dear, but even my Mama told me to stay by your side, and you know how protective she is.” You let your guard down and sigh after hearing that.
You know it, not only because his Mama loves and cares about you, but because you start having this little -and not harmless- habit of stalking Jack. The disappearances weren’t only for you; it was that weird cult that was getting stronger in the university. A lot of classmates and professors were surprisingly involved. It was a rabbit hole that you were investigating, besides your daily homework. And maybe that was a poor excused of your behavior, but you were so immersed in his whole soul and being, in how good his blood smelled, that you couldn’t avoid following him around to check that nothing happened.
“Okay, Jacky, but only because your Mama said so.” You said firmly, ready to go home, since Radimir decided to give you a visit.
“Thank you for letting me walk you home, Hun.” He said softly to you, and you felt the blush growing in your face.
You weren’t exactly dating, but after the first two months of constant meetings, something shifted in your dynamics. You spent a lot of time together studying; you were surprised at how basically Jack was a prodigy for how intelligent he was, learning a lot of stuff thanks to him, especially anatomy. Being immortal does not give you the power of knowing all; that’s for sure. And you help him in areas like research, areas that have been easier for you thanks to centuries of practice.
The walk towards your home was peaceful. You were feeling nervous about presenting Jack to Radimir, since he could look angry even if that wasn’t exactly the emotion he was feeling at the moment. He was just a Russian, grumpy old man.
“старик. (Old man).” You called him, getting his attention, as he was fixing something outside your house. You didn’t even bother to ask since he always finds something to do in this old place.
“Вот и ты, малыш. (There you are, kid).” He stopped what he was doing and gave you a tight hug.
You pulled away after a few seconds, just to get closer to Jack. “I want to introduce you to someone special to me.” Your hand was now in his back, pushing him closer to you and Radimir; you could even feel his nervousness.
But as always, Jack was really good at masking, so he just offered his hand to Radimir. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” He said without even stuttering, like he wasn’t feeling like vomiting from meeting his crush, Russian parent.
The blonde man looked at him seriously, then stretched his arm to greet him. “Not a bad grip, Kid.” Radimir smiled at how firm the hand greeting was from Jack, even if he was nervous as hell.
Jack looked at you with a smile, having a more relaxed posture. "You didn't tell me your father was Russian."
Your smile disappeared for a second, just to let a chuckle out, like you didn't miss clarifying something important. "Oh my! I totally forgot, he met my mom in Germany, and they raised me in Lemgo, right, Papa?"
You gave a look that screamed help to Radimir, and he just laughed at your face for your mistake and nodded. No matter how much he cares about you, he wouldn't miss a moment to laugh in your face if you made a mistake.
"Sometimes my daughter has such a bad memory; forgive her." The blonde man said with an exaggerated, pitiful sound that made you roll your eyes.
But you couldn’t help but smile; meeting someone with attitude, confidence, and being good at controlling their emotions was difficult, especially humans. And you were happy that it looked like Radimir liked Jack for that.
The three of you entered the old house, ready to eat what Radimir prepared for both of you, and you internally congratulated yourself for telling Radimir in advance that a human would be visiting today.
An hour ago, Jack left, explaining that his Mama would kill him if he went home late. So now you were relaxing in your room, reading some notes from today's lecture.
“Малыш, твой парень оставил здесь свой школьный рюкзак. (Kid, your boyfriend left his school bag here).” You started stuttering, then murmured that he wasn’t your boyfriend. Radimir laughed about that. “Okay, you should give back this school bag to your not-boyfriend since you have whatever you have for school tomorrow.” He said in a teasing tone, leaving the bag in your chair.
You sigh, standing up from your bed, walking towards the chair to grab the bag.
You knocked at the door two times; you were worried since you didn’t smell or sense Jack anywhere around. Hoping that maybe your senses were failing you. But his Mama opened the door.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Nyras. Jack forgot his things at my house.” You smiled at her softly, and she just nodded, murmuring That boy, than letting a sigh out of her mouth.
“Thank You, Hun. You didn’t have to bring it back; I don’t think he needs it since he is not going to be back until night.”
You wanted to furrow your eyebrows but instead gave her a fake smile. “Oh, he’s out?”
“Yes, yes. Some Kid from school, Don, came for him, something about needing tutoring.”
And after listening to that, your stomach felt weird; it was fear, something that you didn’t feel since a long time.
“I need to go, Ms. Nyras, before it gets dark. Have a good night and get rest.” You said politely and started walking away, just to turn to the empty places of the city so you could run at no normal speed freely.
One day that you didn’t check on Jack, something happened. Don wasn’t anyone to fuck around with; he was actively a bully and an active member of the Chernabog cult. And you were sure that he didn’t give Jack any other option than to accept going with him.
You knew you weren’t something perfect; your possessiveness towards Jack was bad. You wanted to tell him what you were at some point in your relationship, since you believed that if he was immortal with you, both would be powerful, never bored, always learning, and forever together. But you knew that he had his dreams, and you wouldn’t ruin that with your selfishness. And if you wouldn’t destroy his future, his dreams, why would someone else do it?
After running for hours and smelling blood and fire in the woods, you find a redhead with a black robe running. “Please, please, help me!” She started to scream, running towards you. You basically teleport in front of her from how fast you run, and grab her aggressively from the shoulders.
“It was Jack with you?” You asked her, keeping eye contact, and she just nodded. “You are going to give directions where everything happens.” You didn’t break eye contact while she gave you the directions without stuttering.
“I would have said thank you, but you are a fucking racist and a mean bitch, so now I have to kill you.” And without wasting time, you aggressively grabbed her head, then twisted it easily, letting her body hit the floor.
You get to your destination easily thanks to the fact that you could smell not just blood, but Jack's blood too. But to your surprise, there were just bodies in there, and one person half-alive. Don.
You ran towards him, grabbing him by his robe. “Where’s Jack?” He coughed blood. “I d-don’t know where that monster ran.” Your eyes were now completely black, with a red amber dot, thick veins around them, scaring him. “Wh-what are you? You demon!” You smiled, showing him your fangs, feeling joy for his sense of fear. You were hungry as a demon would be; it was that not-human side of you that not only feeds on blood, but also feeds on strong emotions, such as human fear too. And as a predator, you were enjoying it.
“It’s been a long time since someone called like that.” You snapped your fingers, and the flame of the torches was stronger.
He started shaking, looking at the flames. “You witch! I am going to burn you!” He tried to get away from your grip, but he was so... weak compared to you, and you couldn’t help but bust a laugh in his face from what he said and his stupid try to get away from you.
You lifted him in the air. “It’s been a loong time since someone called me that or even said to me that they would burn me alive!” Your smile was inhumanly wide, and he started to pray to God to save him. “There’s no God that would come to save you after everything you did, and you fucked up with Chernabog. So don't waste your time asking for help, because nothing would come to save you because of how pathetic you are.” He just cried, and your mouth inhumanly opened until your jaw cracked a little, and your fangs grew thicker. You bite him.
You bite him until his body doesn’t move, until his last breath disappears, and then drop the body on the floor, like some toy that gets used until you get bored.
“I hope you burn in hell, Don.” You murmured, letting the tears drop from your eyes.
Your cry became hysterical; the flames around you got wicker until they disappeared, leaving you in the darkness of the woods. And you screamed.
There wasn’t any sign of Jack anymore, just of what he was.
