I just can’t get enough of the train scene, idk what it is but I love how he just stops and takes that last arrow without breaking eye contact with Spike.
Summary: The zombies invade Las Vegas, but you get the feeling there is one that is unlike the rest, and he is looking for you.
Pairing: Zombie King Zeus x Female Reader
Word Count approx. 1.3k
Warnings: Ummm Interspecies love? Implied smut, mentions of body fluids, death, zombies
Authors Note: While I can’t post any of my Henry stuff 😭 I thought I’d try something different. This idea has been in my head since I watched “Army of the Dead” and laid eyes on the magnificence that is Zeus.
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Also, I can’t respond to replies but I seem to be ok with responding to reblogs, asks and messages on this blog. Who knows what’s going on! I’m still waiting on Tumblr to get back to me.
I don’t know what else to say about it, it’s just a little ditty, an experiment or writing challenge, but I hope some of you enjoy it. It is weird, but hey, weird is good and who hasn’t fallen for a monster at least once in their lives. ❤️
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Bitten
Again, you hear the screech echoing through the streets, it’s closer this time. Every time you hear it, it seems like it’s getting closer. You still don’t know how you could possibly hear it, the strip was so loud. It had always been a loud place, drunken fights, screaming hen’s parties, sirens, loud cars, but since the creatures came, it was a continuous battle zone. Rapid gunfire rang out in bursts as you kept moving, trying to find somewhere safe. Bullets were becoming scarce, no one went full auto anymore.
You hid behind a car with your friends as a small hoard went past and the gun shots got louder. But that roaring call got louder too. The pitch was different to most of the cries of the creatures. You think it must be the leader, the one people are calling the King, the one the rumours say was the first. He was one of those that seemed to sound different, act different, seemed smart even, intelligent and capable of communication. You can’t be sure though, no one is sure of anything anymore, except that one bite will turn you into a mindless flesh eater, a drone, following the herd to your next victim.
Hearing the cry again, you’re convinced it’s closer. “We need to get off the street,” you say. “He’s coming.” You don’t need to explain who he is, they know. You saw him once, the King, on the first day the creatures arrived. You aren’t sure if you made it up, but in the few days since then you become convinced he looked you in the eyes, just as you made your way into the fire escape. You had frozen, open door in your hand, you had almost been bitten, but you swear the King called the creature off you. You may have stood there for an age, lost in dead, jaundiced his eyes, if the hands of your friends hadn’t pulled you into the stairwell and blocked the door. Since then, you can’t shake the feeling he was stalking you, hunting you.
Looking around, you see the hotel Olympus. “In there,” you tell your friends and you make a run for it, leaping over half eaten bodies that would have made you vomit 48 hours ago, now you only saw them as obstacles to avoid, hazards, even the smell doesn’t fill your mouth with bile anymore.
The yowling call thundered in your ears, as you reached the hotel. Don’t turn around you tell yourself, but then the cry comes again, lower, mournful, almost seductive and you can’t stop yourself. It’s him, the King standing tall, proud, on the roof of the car you were hiding behind. He steps off the car, light on his feet and he hits the road, his near bird like staccato howls are soft as he approaches you, almost cooing, wooing, soothing.
You’re frozen again, under his enchantment, you barely register the screaming urges of your friends. You take a step towards him, shaking but drawn inexplicably to him. Something about his vocalisations grips your heart, calls to something deep within you, some baser instinct you didn’t know you had. His approach is cautious now, like he’s the one approaching a skittish beast who would flee at the first sign of danger.
Rough hands grab you around your waist and you are dragged away. You raise your arms, outstretched, yells of indignation come from you as you fight your saviour. “No,” you scream, “Put me down!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He grunts into your ear as you enter the hotel. “Do you want to be one of them?” Yes, yes you do. You cry, tears streaming down your cheeks, your confusion frustrates you, the overwhelming stress of the last few days can no longer be contained. Misunderstanding your tears, your friend holds you, stroking your hair, “Shhh, you’re going to be ok. You’re…” he coughs, splutters, blood oozes from his mouth his throat rattles, trying to breathe as fluid fills his lungs. You feel him slide out of your arms, collapsing on the garish carpet of the hotel.
He replaces your friend. The King. His arms around yours, pinning them down and there’s no escape as he runs with you, deeper into the building, away from the noise of the streets, the hoards of mindless undead and from your dying friend.
You hear his breath, hard and even as he runs with you. His vice like limbs grip you tight, yet do not hurt, he holds you as a mother holds a child, firm but gentle, close to his chest, his pale sickly looking skin surprising warm against your cheek. You look at him, his dark hair unkept hanging in thin locks frame his face, his teeth, not quite human, not quite fangs are revealed in his bloody open lips. He looks at you and his yellow, animalistic eyes are soft as he slows his run to a walk, then finally a halt.
Putting you down, he immediately holds you again as you are unsteady on your feet, wavering under fatigue and shock. He leans you against the hallway wall, his body presses against you, holding you up. He nuzzles you, his nose presses into your skin, smelling you, caressing you with his nose, his murmuring growls and tittering voice reach your ears. You think he’s trying to calm you.
Then you feel him in a way so familiar, it repulses you. Angry, you want to fight, scream at him, accuse him. Why is even this creature like other men, carnal and lusty? You raise your lip in a snarl. “Get the fuck off me,” you growl at him, disgusted and disappointed.
As if he understands he pulls back, his head tilted as he seems confused by your change in demeanour. He sniffs the air, leans in to you again, his nose rubbing yours, you get the feeling he is trying to tell you something. He kneels before you, rests his head near the apex of your thighs, his face presses between your legs and you hear his muffled chatter as his nose nudges your sex.
Your reaction is instant, embarrassingly so, and you feel the wetness of your arousal leak from within you. A physical need rises in you as you try to close your legs, but the creature, wouldn’t be moved, his noisy chirrups vibrate through you and you shiver with pleasure.
Whimpering at his touch, you resign yourself, knowing you can’t fight him, knowing you don’t want to. Your limbs relax and you hear his triumphant growl rumble in his chest and echo through the hall. Slowly he stands, his head and face caressing you as he moves up your body, mapping you by touch and scent.
With a tenderness you didn’t think the creature was capable of, his face is in your neck again, his breath warm on your skin and gooseflesh breaks out over your arms. You feel him again, his desire pressing into your hip. This time it doesn’t repel you, instead you lean into it with wonder, anticipation, urgency. You want it, want the creature, want to be with him.
Not understanding why, you tilt you head back, moaning, a mumbled plea falling from your lips, “Please.” Your surrender seemed to be what he was waiting for and you feel his wet tongue on your skin. With a throaty caw and a fettered bite, his teeth penetrate your flesh. You thought it would hurt, that you would cry with pain, but it isn’t, you don’t. You mewl, against him, relief floods you, somehow you know that this is what you always needed, you needed him. As you feel your body change, or die, you don’t know or care which it is, your last human thought was…
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