jackson!joel miller x vampire!femreader fix-it fic
warnings: spoilers for s2 ep2, violence, needles, mentions of blood and death, MDNI
summary: if you were traumatized by season two, episode two, then you’ve come to the right place. if you have ever wanted to read about vampire joel miller, then you’ve also come to the right place
notes: this fix-it fic was inspired by a fake scenario of mine as i tried to cope with the loss of our beloved joel (SIKE HE’S NOT DEAD…at least in this story he’s not…actually technically he is…rip my husband)
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The abandoned ski lodge was several thousand yards away and a mere speck in the distance when I smelled the blood. It didn’t carry the sour tang that the blood of an infected did, but the raw metallic undertones that only spilled from human veins.
“Fuck,” I cursed, forcing myself to run faster, my vampiric gift causing me to become one with the air. Snow blew harshly against my face, but nothing was going to impede me from continuing my journey.
When I was a mile out, the blood began to intertwine with the unmistakable scent of pine, wood, and ground coffee beans. There was only one person in all of Jackson who carried that aroma: Joel.
My stomach flipped at the realization that he was inside and potentially badly injured. I was thankful I listened to my instincts and abandoned Jackson, even as it burned to the ground, in favor of finding Joel and Dina, who had been missing in action.
The lodge’s back door was locked, but that was remedied when I cranked down on the handle, and the rusty, old thing nearly disintegrated in my hand.
I entered a dimly lit room, courtesy of a few windows, and sidestepped furniture covered in plastic and dust. I closed my eyes and strained my ears to locate where Joel and Dina were, but even a mortal would’ve been able to hear the screams of agony coming from down the hall.
Without a plan or even an outline of one, I sped toward the cries, grateful that I could do it soundlessly as to not announce my presence before I was ready.
I ended up on the other side of a closed door. The screams became evident that they belonged to Ellie, which was a shock considering she was supposed to have taken cover from the blizzard with Jessie.
“Please,” she sobbed, and I braced my hand on the door, preparing to knock it down. “Please don't do this.”
Who was she begging? Boots thudded on the floor, and Ellie’s shrieks grew louder. I didn’t have time to think anything through. I needed to act.
Busting open the door, I was met with a horrific sight. Blood created a sea on the hardwood floor, and in the center of it was Joel, unmoving. Dina was not too far away from him, also unconscious but unscathed.
I attempted to run to Joel when a tanned-skinned man with curly hair stepped in front of me, blocking my path and sneering, “What the fuck do you want, bitch?”
I narrowed my eyes, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
His gun was pointed at me in an instant, but a bullet had yet to win against my healing abilities. So, with little fear, I grasped the end of the weapon and twisted it, resulting in him shooting himself in the face.
I stepped over his body just in time to dodge a knife that another man, much taller and bearded, was clenching. His death was just as quick when I pulled out my own knife and jammed it into his abdomen, letting him crumple to the floor beside his friend.
A door on the opposite end of the room slammed shut, signaling that someone or multiple people had escaped, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get to Joel. There was just one more person in the way—a woman who stood over him with the broken end of a golf club, panting heavily.
Ellie screamed death threats, and I was happy to bring them to fruition.
The woman knew I was coming for her, so she turned quickly and sank the end of the club into Joel’s neck, earning nothing but a small gurgle from him as blood trickled from his mouth. At that moment, I decided she deserved a special, less humane death.
The murderess thought she could outrun me. Oh, how pitiful a sinful human could be. I was on her in an instant, sinking my sharp fangs into her jugular, wanting to give her a similarly fatal wound that she had given Joel. It was the little bit of justice I could bring him in this gruesome situation. The blood from her vein drained quickly, and she was subdued for good.
In the time it took to take her down, Ellie had crawled over to Joel’s body, laying her head on his shoulder, openly weeping. She hadn’t seen the manner in which I’d killed Joel’s murderer, but she’d soon find out what I was anyway.
I didn’t need to listen for Joel’s pulse to know it was nonexistent, but that didn’t mean he was gone for good. And as much as I hated making this life-altering decision for him, he wouldn’t have a life at all if I didn’t do this. That was reason enough for me to scan the near-empty room for the supplies I needed. There was no way I could get my blood down his throat the old-fashioned way, so I’d have to improvise.
“Ok, ok, focus,” I said to myself. “How can I possibly get my blood into Joel’s system? I need…”
I spotted a used syringe discarded by Dina’s knocked out form and practically dove for it. There seemed to be some watery solution floating around at the end, but that shouldn’t interfere with what I was about to do.
Sinking to my knees next to Joel, I ripped my coat off before rolling up the sleeve of my shirt. I hissed when the need pierced my skin but forced myself to focus on the red substance that pooled at the bottom of the syringe, rapidly rising to the top.
Once it was filled all the way, I yanked the needle from my arm and turned to Joel, ripping open his dark flannel to locate his heart. It was then that Ellie took notice of my actions.
“W-what are you doing?” Her voice was raw from her earlier screams.
“Saving him,” was all I said before plunging the syringe into Joel’s chest, letting my immortal blood flow straight into his heart.
“Is that blood?” She asked in horror, trying to reach for the syringe, but I swatted her hand away, and she stared up at me, genuine fear sweeping across her face.
“Ellie, it’s ok, I promise,” I tried to explain as I slowly pulled the now empty syringe from Joel’s heart. “It’s my blood. And it’s his only chance of surviving this.”
She shook her head as more tears filled her eyes. “What are you talking about? He’s…he’s dead.”
“And if he wakes up, he’ll still be dead. Technically,” I mumbled, rolling my sleeve down as I sat back on my heels, peering at Joel’s swollen and bloodied face.
“You’re fucking sick, and I’m going to kill you before you can do more of your witchy magic shit on him,” she threatened, turning her head to locate her knife on the floor behind her. Even though I knew she was serious, she was in no shape to fight anyone, especially me.
“I’m not a witch,” I clarified as I braced myself to admit my deepest and darkest secret. “I’m a vampire.”
I appeased her by refraining from speaking and flashing her my fangs that grew on command instead. Her eyes widened as she began to scoot away from me and Joel’s corpse. “Are you some form of infected or something?”
“No, no,” I shook my head, holding my hands up to show I wasn’t a threat as I rose to my feet and followed her. “I’m not infected. I promise. A different curse possesses me. Expect I actually have control over my brain and stuff.”
Ellie didn’t say anything, choosing to back herself into a corner, and I sighed, giving her the full picture. “I know it’s impossible to comprehend, but vampires are real. To turn, all you have to do is die with vampire blood in your system. Sometimes it takes a while. Days even. But when you wake up, you’re no longer human; you’re a vampire. That’s what happened to me a long time ago,” I dragged a hand through my hair that was damp from melted snow, “And that’s what’s going to happen to Joel.”
“Have you ever done this before?” Ellie whispered. “Change someone?”
“No. But I’ve seen it done a couple of times over the years. It’s a pretty simple process.”
“He was already dead when you injected him with your blood,” she pointed out, her eyes darting back over to Joel. “How do you know it wasn’t too late?”
“The human body is still alive up to four minutes after the heart stops beating,” I assured her, quoting what another vampire once told me regarding the transition from mortal to immortal. “My blood entered his body no more than a minute after he passed.”
Ellie nodded, standing on shaky legs and eyeing me carefully as she scooted around me and headed back to Joel’s side. Her head found his shoulder again, and she closed her eyes. “He’s going to be real pissed.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I huffed out a humorless laugh, pivoting away to give them some privacy. I didn’t know how long it would be before Joel woke up, so I decided to make myself useful and dispose of the bodies until then.
I didn’t know how much time had passed as I dragged the deceased individuals out of the back door and buried them in a shallow grave of mostly snow. Infected would surely find them, but that was not a problem of mine.
When I stepped back inside, I heard Ellie’s voice calling my name. I rushed back to the main room and stopped in my tracks at the sight of Joel sitting up on his own.
Ellie glanced at me nervously. “I think he’s awake.”
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