May I request some yan!caleb but you are a vampire? And he just can’t stand the thought of u drinking from someone else, but he almost catches you giving in to your desire for blood
Miss Vampire
AO3
Pairings: Soft! Yandere/Dark Caleb x Vampire! f!reader
Summary: You are a prettly little vampire, but his vampire. Feed on him only.
Warnings: Yandere, dark, vampire au! (cutting arms, sucking blood, biting, scars), torture, minor death, step-brother x step-sister dynamic (romantically), manipulation, obsessive/possessive behaviour, misusage of sleeping pills, manipulated and trapped reader, vampire au! but only with the drinking blood and pointed teeth parts.
A/N: Read the warnings carefully before pressing "keep reading".
You've always been like this, haven't you? An impatient little vampire. Ever since you were a little girl, Caleb has done everything to provide for you as your big brother—even offering his own blood since the day one. He prepared himself for you regularly, ensuring you wouldn't lose control and wander the city in a helpless state.
You were impossible to contain when you were younger, wild and vulnerable, but over time, it became easier to put you at ease. Little fists on his chest and cries wouldn't stop him. Fortunately, Doctor Zayne provided you with enough suppressants developed for vampire nature and closely monitored your condition every week. He would sometimes give you a suspicious look. He had already figured out that you were drinking blood. He didn't need tests to know it was Caleb's.
At first, he disapproved. But when he saw how much it helped you, he relented and insisted Caleb undergo regular testing. It wasn't ideal, the way you used to bite Caleb's arms or how he would willingly cut himself just so you could feed. But at least with supervision, it prevented excessive scarring and uncontrolled blood loss.
Not that Caleb cared.
All he ever wanted was to satisfy your needs. You never meant to hurt him, but the scent of blood was unbearable to resist. It was in your nature—to drink blood, and his blood was intoxicating. He would deliberately cut himself, guiding you to his thick veins, forcing you to drink the warm liquid. And when your lips and tongue traced over his fit arms, his broad shoulders, his neck—leaving behind those tiny bite marks—he felt whole.
The pain was the sweetest pain in the entire world. Every pain coming from your delicate fangs was something he welcomed with his whole heart. And ever since Doctor Zayne took control, restricting your feeding and keeping you under watch, Caleb missed that sensation more than anything. He would hold your cheeks with his index finger and thumb, making you purse your lips. Then he would bring his thumb to your bottom lip and would press it gently to create a gap. Lastly using his index and middle fingers to lift your upper lip from both sides. You were even cuter with that little pouting, nothing dangerous and threatening about you.
Everything had been going as smoothly as possible—except that he kept you isolated in your shared house under the guise of protecting you. Using sleeping pills to keep you docile. But somehow, you woke up, didn't you? You realized, even if it was late, that something was wrong.
Why couldn't you go outside? Were there no other vampires in this city? What was the purpose of the sleeping pills, and where did they come from? Prescriptions weren't given out without a doctor's approval. Too many questions... Always the same silly questions.
But you were a smart girl. You managed to outsmart him.
Caleb chuckled, sighing as he shook his head. So, you managed to hide the pill in your mouth, pretending to swallow it with water. As usual, he had gently held your chin, encouraging you to open your mouth as he checked. He had trusted you too much.
And now? Now he was scouring every inch of the damn city, his frustration simmering beneath a nervous smile. Occasionally, he let out a low, bitter laugh.
He wasn't mad at you—oh, how could he ever be mad at you?
No, he was furious at the situation. No matter how hard he tried to prevent this moment, it had been inevitable. Deep down, he had known it all along.
You had escaped without the necklace and bracelet he always made you wear. No phone, either. Had you figured that if you had taken them, he would have tracked you down within minutes? Or was it just an unbelievable coincidence?
You really wanted to run away, huh?
Luckily, the vampire stereotypes weren't real—aside from the blood-drinking part. You had no super strength, no supernatural speed. You couldn't turn anyone into a vampire. You could eat human food, but only those rich in iron, because the blood in your veins needed it.
But now you were out there, alone on the streets, and Caleb was losing his mind. For the first time, he wished those ridiculous vampire myths were true. At least then, maybe you'd be able to protect yourself, maybe you'd be safe…
Until he found you.
The truth was that, whether you encountered a man or a Wanderer, you had no strength to fight them, and time was running out. Fortunately, Caleb was a smart man, and you were predictable. It didn't take as long as he expected to find you. After all, he was a colonel, and noticing the little details around him had become like second nature. When he found you, he imagined you curled up in an alley, regret washing over you, hoping he would find you soon. 'Caleb, help me!' Then you would hug his hard waist and apologize, crying. Oh, he wished it were so. But instead, you moved forward with the idea of sucking blood from a man injured after a Wanderer attack.
Such a nasty little vampire you were.
You pressed on the sitting man's broken leg, causing more blood to flow. He screamed as he tried to kick you with his other leg, but you walked around him and looked at him with a dilemma. The smell of blood... sharp and hot, but nothing compared to Caleb's. Still, it was strong enough to leave you in a dilemma, and the smell of blood... oh God, it was so strong.
You slowly picked up a large piece of debris from the ground. When he looked up at your shining eyes, he immediately realized that no good thoughts were passing through your mind. But he didn't understand why. You showed your bright, sharp fangs when you approached him and smiled hungrily.
"No...no—no, please—no!"
You were about to raise your arm and hit the man's head without mercy, but a force prevented it. Your body... your body remained still. You couldn't move any of your limbs. It felt as though all the weight in the world was trapped in your legs and arms.
"Caleb..." you whispered.
You could hear the footsteps.
"I expected more from you, pipsqueak."
He approached you from behind with heavy steps and a sarcastic chuckle. His eyes shifted from the large piece in your hand to the pathetic man. "What were you gonna do, little vamp?"
You still couldn't see him. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders and squeezed them softly. He reached across to the side of your face, extended his chin to your neck, and whispered into your ear, "Am I not enough for you?"
He ran his rough, calloused hands over your soft arms. You squinted your eyes as your fingers opened one by one, against your will. The stone in your hand fell to the ground.
"Runaway vampire... Do you want me to call you my runaway vampire from now on?"
His hands wrapped around your waist and pressed you against him tightly, even though you whined and squirmed.
"What's wrong?"
He ran his lips lightly across your cheek, blowing his hot breath, but he didn't kiss you. "Or would you rather I call you my naughty vampire?"
"Caleb..." you whimpered.
"What?" He answered quickly. "Which one do you want?"
"I'm... sorry."
"Oh, are you now? You didn't seem sorry at all when you went to all this trouble to escape. To escape from me."
The weight on you intensified for a short time, making you whimper in pain. Caleb immediately lifted it all off you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, caging your arms. Regaining control of your body, you grabbed his arms. Your legs were shaking.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Caleb apologized over and over again, kissing your neck and cheeks, and hugging you tightly.
"Why did you run away? Why did you leave me?" His voice became hoarse. Was he... crying? "Why did you leave me?"
While you were storming your brain to find an answer for Caleb, the screams of the man sitting on the ground made you want to turn your head in that direction, but the same weight surrounded you again and diverted your gaze elsewhere.
"Was this man's blood so irresistible?" The man's cries for help grew louder.
"Irrisistible enough that you'd rather have his blood than mine?" He spoke through his teeth, poison in his voice.
"You can only drink my blood. Only and only mine." And the man made one last pitiful sound before falling silent.
Before Caleb took the weight off you, he spun you around, making sure you faced the opposite direction, and took a few steps forward with you. But you had no intention of looking at the man's final form anyway. You walked to your house, knowing that Caleb would no longer show the same trust towards you. He wrapped one arm tightly around you and pressed you against his side. He was silent along the way and didn't look at you, and when you stole glances at him, he didn't pay attention. His expressionless face was focused only on the forward.