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Bite shift (Part 3) (You people are insane + Ily)

I was so surprised that anyone enjoyed the first two parts of this fic! And it's with a heavy heart that I apologise to you for not knowing where to go with this AT ALL. I'll briefly summarise here and if it doesn't sound like what you want, ignore the post!

In this part, Leon is absolutely obsessed with the reader and CANNOT get the reader out of his head. He, unexpectedly, goes to find you in your home! You try threaten him, and get him to leave, but he kinda doesn't know what he wants n' refuses to leave.

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, (not so) Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW CUZ SEXUAL THEMES N BITING N BLOOD LOVELIES BE CAREFUL!!!, Blood, GN!Vampire!Reader, (He's not so corrupt cop anymore, he's kinda soft n good boy now) Kennedy . Vampires, biting, everything that goes with them, Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also. Brief seduction, Copy n pasted warnings etc (am lazy monke) There's a bit of hurt n comfort?? Like Leon goes insane and initially reader is scared of him but this is a super comfort fic they talk it out, cuddle, n reader gets another bite to eat :)

REALLY slow burn I think?? ++ You have the brief choice at the end to spare or kill Leon for good :flushed: it might be disturbing so if you see red and don't want to see him die, don't read on!!!

A day or two later, Officer Kennedy was discharged. A thorough examination having displayed no further symptoms. It was a concern that he'd contracted some kind of virus or infection, due to his 'hallucinations'.

I mean - who was going to listen to this man babble and rant about having been 'ambushed' and bitten by a vampire?

Nobody.

Nobody at all.

Anyway, he was ready and rearing to go.

Rearing to go and... avoid you... At all costs.

He continued his policing duties: driving down and monitoring highways, detaining criminals and traffic violators and helping rescue cats from trees. You know, rookie stuff (..as written by someone who has no knowledge on the matter.)

For the next few weeks, his life was as back to normal as it could be. The bite you'd left him had since scabbed and was healing, but the mental wound you'd dealt remained painfully fresh.

Everywhere he went, he saw you. Except he didn't, but he could have sworn he had. Or maybe, just maybe he had. He didn't know, and the more he thought about you, the worse and the weaker he felt. He wasn't trying to seek you out or anything. In fact, a large part of him wished he couldn't see you, ever again.

But he could. As he passed by streets of people, he saw your silhouette. He knew your figure, your shape. He knew perfectly the colours that painted your eyes, the style you chose to adorn yourself with - he vividly remembered the sound of your voice, the shade of your lips.

The shade of your lips, drenched in his blood.

Leon cringed at the thought. It was monstrous, disgusting, it was terrifying, but in a way it was right: He'd gotten himself 'entangled' with you when he tried to attack you, and you, quite frankly, showed him who was boss. And now, no matter how Leon twisted or turned it, no matter how he looked at the world around him, he kept seeing you.

He almost missed you. No, he couldn't, he wouldn't. You tried to kill him! But you didn't... You saved him.

Focus. Keep walking, Leon. You know what you saw, you're not insane, but now's not the time to think about-

Leon freezes. There you were, again, swimming in the sea of heads before him. He was on his way home from work, it being quite late in the evening, and among the vivid street-lights and shop-window haze, he could have sworn he'd seen you. Your height, your clothing. Your size, your figure. It all added up. This was wrong, this was terrifying. Kennedy's heart pounds in his chest, as if he hadn't seen 'you' four times already, in that same week.

Despite how foolish he was being, despite how dangerous it could be, he couldn't help but remain entranced as his legs brushed him swiftly through the hustle and bustle of rush-hour. His eyes were glued to his target as his body moved on instinct, using his hands to push through the crowd. He operated like some large predator, hunting unknowing prey, yet in this situation, you were the flame, and he was the moth.

Closer and closer he came to your form. Further, deeper into danger.

And then 'you' turn to almost face him.

He stumbles. He comes to a halt. Again, it was not you. Only a meter or so away from his mirage, he quickly turns back in the direction of his home, frustrated and humiliated. You were really intervening in his life like this. 'Showing up' at his place of work. Even during his free time, you hounded him. You'd stolen the keys to a room within his head, and he feared you'd never leave.

It wasn't just you now, though. Oh no. He trod with a newfound care through the swarms of commuters. He was even extra careful with his co-workers and the criminals he dealt with. Why? Well, no matter how they looked, be it the shade of their skin or the colour of their eyes. Nothing about their appearance or personality, or their voice or mannerisms could convince him that they weren't like you - a vengeful, blood-sucking creature. What if they were out to get him too? Had you sent them news of him?

Leon drowned in his thoughts as he stumbled home in the freshly falling rain. He felt sluggish, as though his flesh and muscle wore away beneath the falling tears, and promptly disappeared into the puddles which splashed beneath his feet. As he turned the corner to his street, he left the flow of people going about their lives, and made his way home to sulk over his own.

He felt miserable as he walked. Thinking of you seemed to draw this certain energy from him. It was as though each time, he felt this particular sense of fear or dread-filled adrenaline. He felt as though scraps of himself, of his confidence and of his willpower, were being washed down the drains beside him. He felt hopeless.

He also felt angry. He was angry that he'd tried what he had, but angry that you'd overpowered him so easily. He was angry that you'd gotten away, and that he'd lost you. He was slightly angry that you hadn't just finished the job.

But he was also pleased. He was pleased to be alive, pleased to have been taught an efficient lesson. He was pleased to have been saved from what could have been a horrible life.

He was stuck in a cycle of bittersweet emotions. He hated how grateful he was to you. And yet, he didn't even know you.

What he did know, he thought suddenly as he neared his home, was where you lived. And just like that, his feet stopped just by the walkway to your home.

You watch from the comfort of your sofa as a familiar figure comes to a halt on the pavement right outside your home. He's drenched, mind and body and he stands so, so still. He remains there against the barrage of the rain and winds, until his head rises to stare at your front door, bug-eyed.

To sum up your brain's patterns at this particular moment:

'Who is... oh my God, no-' You mouth to yourself in shock as you recognise the man outside your home. He was the officer who had violated you only a week or so ago, and now, he was outside your home.

You had a nasty feeling that how 'outside' he was was about to change as he slowly began to trail along the path towards your house. Racking your brains as to why he may be back, only one answer seemed to fit: revenge. That was it, he wanted revenge on you. He was going to attack you, and he knew what you were and how to do it. He didn't strike you as an idiot. He'd probably brought backup.

Hide. You had to hide.

You slid from your couch to the floor, hoping he wouldn't notice any movement through your blinds, before stalking off to hide within your own home, as if you were the trespasser. You take a position in one of the rooms within your main hallway, somewhere you can see the door, but where it's not easy to see you. You might have to ambush him, and anybody else he's brought.

In a way, it was like dealing with a bug or spider, and many of you may relate to this. Of course, there are some of you out there who just kill the bug, no big deal, no second thoughts. But for some, you're in a difficult position where you'd like to get rid of the bug and get it away from you... without hurting or interacting with it at all, really. And that's where you stood with Officer Kennedy. You had no intention of killing him, and feared this interaction may force your hand. So, how would you get rid of him... without either of you getting hurt?

'Knock. Knock.'

Bony knuckles tap your door. The sound seems timid, yet pronounced. He wants to be heard. You watch the dark shadow of his tall figure as it towers over the window on your door. You weren't scared of him, you just wanted to avoid conflict, right? And how better to do that, you thought, than just pretending you're not home.

You're not there.

"...Hello?" Leon's shadow grows larger as he leans into your door, seemingly trying to look or listen through the glass to see if anybody's in. He bends down to open your letter-flap, and peers in nosily before continuing "...Anyone home?"

You. You were home, but you didn't want him to know that. You remain silent, staring at the wall in front of you as you listened to his words. He sounded hesitant and shy, but also hopeful. He seemed to really want to see you.

You wonder if it would be so bad to invite him in, maybe to have a word with him. He seemed nervous and weak, and now you'd thought about it, you didn't even see him arrive in a car. He probably hadn't brought anybody. You hear the noises from outside quickly silence as he allows your door flap to close once more, entirely dejected. You share a sigh with him as he steps away from the door, disgruntled at his own foolishness. You, on the other hand, are relieved. You're glad he's given up-

"I just wanted to talk", his muffled voice sounds through your door, apprehensive. Some feeling of shame gnaws at you. You barely have any impression of him, and despite it possibly being an act, he seemed so much more respectful and destitute than the last time you'd spoken. You slowly approach the door, feeling heavy and sluggish, as though you'd regret it.

"Are you alone?" You probe, cautious yet firm. His shadow freezes mid-back-away, and you can just about see his wide eyes through the rippled glass.

"I... am... I'm alone..." He seems unsure if he could even hear you, or if he was truly insane. There's a long silence as he stands outside obediently, patiently, whilst his clothes are soaked through amidst the downpour. Well. The jig was up now, he knew you were home. You padded slowly to the door, latching the chain on the door so it could only open a little. That little was enough to take in his appearance.

The officer was disheartened, and innocent looking, like a lost puppy. His soft blues occasionally made contact with your own, glancing up at you, down at the ground and then back up at you. He appeared tired, physically and mentally, silver mane glued to his face by the rain that dripped from each tussle and lock. He was timid, fiddling with the button on his flashlight, and something in the twitch of his lips indicated that he felt as sorry as you did.

"Promise you're alone?" As soon as Kennedy nods, you close the door to unhook the latch and let him in. He's bashful, looking at you to make sure it's ok, and once he's inside and the door is shut behind him, he just stands there, watching you. He looks fearful, but also vacant. He seems to have no idea what to do or say. Meanwhile, you knew what to do with him.

First things first, as it were. You gently reach forward and remove his sopping coat, hanging it on your door to drip dry. He remains still, unmoving as you remove his hat, his new, replacement hand cuffs, his gun and his radio, placing them behind you, just out of his reach. He seems entirely tranquil as his view follows each of your movements, voiding him of the instruments he'd need to survive you.

He doesn't speak, he barely moves. Mostly, he sways back and forth a little, weakly, lost in either deep or no thought as his eyes flicker and his lips twitch.

To put it lightly, Leon looked as though he'd lost a water-gun fight, badly, to about a hundred kids. His clothes and shoes were soaked right through, and he continued to drip.

"Why are you here?" You break the silence, dragging Leon's eyes to your face at speed. He blinks a few times, as if he'd just been dazed by some bright light, before opening his mouth to speak.

"I... don't know." His voice is soft, timid, as though he feared speaking might prompt you to attack him.

"You don't know??" You almost feel annoyed. Could he be lying now? Instead of admitting that he'd come to kill you or get revenge? You eye him, watching him shiver under your glare. He flinches at your words, and swallows hard. "What do you mean: you 'don't know'?" You pry further, before regretting your words as his eyes narrow and he shies further away.

"I just... I just wanted to see you again", his voice cuts through a particularly bitter silence, just as you were thinking of apologising. He seems to be thinking hard about his next words, about his next move. He's planning carefully. He can't attack you, but he's ready to try and run if need be. "If you want me to leave, I can do that." His voice, a gentle whisper, lulls you into a sense of pity.

You can't help but feel bad for him. It was clear he was scared, intimidated. Was he being truthful? Had you charmed him in some way, and he just couldn't resist you? You knew it was possible, it's a feeding instinct to charm your prey so that they'll return for you to finish the job, but you didn't remember doing that to Leon.

"No. Look - just wait there." You ease him, watching him to get a sense for whether he'll obey. You rush to your room to find him something warm and cosy. A hoodie? some sweatpants? They'll do nicely.

You head back to him, realising that he hasn't moved an inch, not to retrieve his gun, not to do anything. Still squinting, he turns to face you. That's when you realise he's not only squinting out of fear. As a nocturnal creature, you can see in the dark. He, however, can not. You get used to living in the dark, saves on the bills, and it hadn't crossed your mind at all that he had not gotten used to that.

You quickly go to turn the hallway light on, causing him to screw his eyes shut momentarily. When he opens them again, they focus on you, and then flutter down to the clothing you hold out to him. Hesitantly, he takes them. You offer him an empathetic smile, "Leon, you're going to have to use your words... It's alright, I won't bite." Your eyes meet and he smiles, grateful. You can't resist teasing him as he lets out a small relieved sigh "...yet." He tenses in response.

You turn, hiding your mischievous smile as you lead him to your bathroom. You tell him he can get changed there, and that he can just leave his clothes in the shower where it's alright if they drip for now. He nods gratefully, and, a while later, joins you on your couch, wearing your clothes. His hair is still damp and you have to tell him he can sit before he does so, but overall, he looks more ready to speak. In fact, he looks as though he's about to speak, and as though you can't stop him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you." He admits quickly, his voice hoarse and weak, "It was wrong. it was so wrong. Since then I- I can't get you out of my head. You're everywhere I look. Even now, I..." He trails off, voice wavering in desperation as his hands raise slowly towards you. "I can't believe-" he breathes, cut short as you gently take his hands in yours. He stares, eyes and mouth wide, petrified.

That was it, you'd been right. You must have charmed him in some way- of course he'd run right back to you. He might even be obsessed with you.

You could tell it wasn't just you he was afraid of. He must have felt like a prisoner in his own mind, he must have been suffering. You watch him, pitying as you slowly lower his hands to rest between the two of you, squeezing them reassuringly. His mouth closes and he swallows hard again. He nips his bottom lip once, anxiously.

"It's ok", you soothe, drawing his attention back to your words as he begins to breathe more slowly again "I understand, and you've learnt your lesson, right?" You ask, ducking your head slightly to look into his eyes. He nods eagerly in response before listening carefully to your next words, "I know you didn't have much of a reason, for coming back... you just wanted to. In all honesty, I think I charmed you. It's... something we do-" You're surprised to be cut off as Leon shakes his head quickly, protesting.

"No.. I don't think you did." he rasps.

"Sure I did, otherwise you wouldn't have come back, or kept seeing me"

"No. I had reasons to see you again. There was just a lot of them, and some of them didn't go together and I got confused, but I think I know now why I'm here." Words spilled from the officer's mouth as he tried his best to explain everything. Struggling, he didn't even know what he was trying to explain. Feeling sorry, again, you try and calm him. You give his hands another squeeze, and obediently, he falls silent. He watches, expectant.

"It's ok. You're not gonna die anytime soon or anything. We've got ages, just tell me what's on your mind, and we'll figure it out." You try and sound as genuine and sympathetic as possible, calming him. He takes a few shuddery breathes before continuing:

"I was really scared, at first. I thought I was gonna die..." He stares past you, deep in thought "And then I was angry." You flinch at his words, did that mean he wanted revenge now, after all? "But wait, I'm not angry anymore." He continues, seeing your change of face, "Really, I'm grateful. You could have killed me but you didn't... It's just like... I must have been.. about as scared as you were." He looks away for a bit, "Or as scared as you would have been, if you were human..."

There's a long quiet. All you can hear is the anxious shaking of Leon's leg, and his soft, quick breathing. He seems to be still piecing things together in his head. All you can do for now is listen- listen and wonder if he were actually under some kind of spell or not.

"This might sound crazy... But I think I believe in Karma now. I think you just... gave me what I deserved", his blue eyes meet yours, gleaming with some sort of hope, or excitement, "You stopped me from doing something... well, you stopped me going further and you taught me to never ever do it again. I'm not mad at you, I'm grateful, I wanted to find you to thank you-"

"I was gonna kill you, you know..." you cut him off unceremoniously, feeling the need to come clean before he continued worshipping you as some kind of saint. He stares forward, listening as you continue, "But I couldn't. I didn't want to."

"I thought so-", he surprises you, "You probably should have. That's why I came back!" He declares proudly, looking at you like a dog that's retrieved a stick.

"What?"

"Well.. I kept wondering why you didn't finish me off, and like, I kept seeing you, I felt like I was going insane, so not only did I want to thank you but I wanted to say... you know... if you wanna... finish me off, make sure I don't tell anybody, that kinda thing..."

If you squinted, really really hard, you could see a faint reddening on his cheeks and nose. The offer was certainly tempting, but you still really didn't want to kill him. You didn't want to let him make you hungry, but the subject was just too enticing.

"You want me... to bite you again?" Your eyebrow raises and your mouth hangs open in shock.

"Well look, here's the thing", he interjects, "I also wanted to ask if I was hallucinating.. Are you real?? Did you actually like, change and bite me?" his expression morphs into one of wonder. It seems as though he's decided he's probably going to die today, and having made perfect peace with that, he's decided to tick off his bucket list of admissions and and curiosities.

"It's true... You saw what you saw. Don't worry, we're kinda rare." His eyes widen in amazement as you speak, even more so as you mention being scarce. Maybe he's relieved that the world isn't as dangerous as he thought? No.

"I got lucky then..." he breathes, "Running into you..." Really, you're amazed by his positivity. He did seem so grateful that you, in a way, saved his soul. He would never be a perfect man, sure, but he was much closer to it now. Besides, who were you to judge?

You sit and speak with the officer for a while, comparing your lives, your jobs. You couldn't help but feel for him. Deep down below that one questionable choice he'd made, he was inquisitive and kind. He was also cute, and charming. The longer you spoke, the more you remembered that night. Your mind skimmed over the way he felt in your arms, the way he held you as you drunk from him. You thought again about how he tasted, how obedient he was...

You shake your head franticly having zoned out half way through a conversation about something or other, you didn't know anymore. He seemed confused, looking at you, wondering what it was you disagreed with.

He had no idea that what you were trying to disagree with was how much you wanted to sink your teeth into his flesh again. You wanted to taste him again. That offer of 'finishing him off' was starting to sound formidably good-

Suddenly, you stand. "It's been lovely speaking with you, but I think you should leave", you say firmly, looking at him. His expression instantly shifts to one of fear and sorrow, worried he'd upset you somehow. He stands too, to be polite.

"Why? What's wrong?" his voice is whiny and cautious again, shamefully, it catered perfectly to your predatory instincts. You stumble over a reason to give him, becoming more desperate as his change of manner has you falling more for him.

"I just think it's getting late... and you need to get home."

"Wh- I'm a grown man! I'm an officer! I can look after myself!" he pleads, pouting cutely. Not good, not good at all. Becoming a little more desperate, you argue back, hissing at him.

"We both know that's not true! Go on! Get home, it's late!" You repeat, striding towards him, flailing your arms in an attempt to spook him as you back him towards the door. You're not sure what physical changes occur unknowingly in your hungry stupor, but something seems to indeed freak him. He presses himself up against the door, too afraid to take his eyes off of you to open it and run.

"P-Please calm down!" He begs, "What did I do? Wh-" he doesn't even look at his weapons which are once again out of reach, but his sudden reluctance to be attacked by you confirms one thing: So much for 'finish me off, I want to die, I've come to say sorry' you sulk in your head. Really, you were grateful - it'd help you NOT eat him, and once you'd let him run away, he surely wouldn't come back... and that's what you wanted, right?

So why now, were you pressed against him, baring your fangs and staring into his frightened eyes? You were going crazy. You could feel his flustered heat on you. In truth, you'd missed him so much too: his scent, his taste. You missed his whimpers, his voice, his little breaths. And now, now, you were just going to let him get away???

Part of you certainly didn't think so.

You tried desperately to rationalise this. It was bad. He was scared. You should let him go before it's too late -

He grips your arms gently, stirring your thoughts. He's neither pushing you away, nor pulling you somehow closer to him. He's just holding onto you. It was too late. Your attention is drawn entirely to his earlier words: 'how he said you could have him. He'd missed you, he wanted you to have him. You were doing the right thing.'

You couldn't help yourself as you watched him. You could almost hear the apprehension and panic flowing through him. You could see the twitch in his veins. You saw how the lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, dread devouring him. And yet, why didn't he run? Why wasn't he gone? Why hadn't he shot you?

You freeze, remembering, ironically, just how mortal you were.

"...Why aren't you running?" You mumble, barely able to get the words out for fear that as soon as your mouth opens, your fangs will find resort in his neck.

You step back and close your eyes as he lets go of you. Taking a deep breath, you do your best to sooth any murderous tendencies infecting you. It's difficult, but eventually, you feel a little more tranquil. A little less hungry. It helped not being able to see his sweet face, his scared eyes. So innocent, so-

Stop thinking about it.

Stop.

Opening your eyes, your first move is to lean right past him and open the door, pulling him out of the way so you can leave it wide open. Your eyes meet his, which hadn't left you at all the whole time. "Go on. Get out." You say, weakly. He looked hurt, and you started to feel bad. He probably had no idea what you were thinking, why you were so desperate for him to leave "I'm sorry- I just think it's best if you go now..."

You're a wolf, watching a sheep, doing your best to not leap and devour. He's a small, foolish sheep who does nothing but stand in front of you... And stare at you, with large doe-eyes. He might as well have been serving himself up on a platter as he stood there, timid, swallowing again. His fists were clenched by his side, and his face unreadable. You swore to yourself that if he didn't get out of that door in 5 seconds-

Gradually, he reaches backward, placing one hand on the door. Eyes locked in yours, he pushes it closed.

He's sealed his own fate.

You can't help yourself. This was the final straw, he had to want it. He had to want you to bite him. You'd given him plenty chance to get away. The look in his heavy-lidded eyes shows he knows exactly what's coming as you launch towards him. You wrap one arm around his waist, the other cups the back of his head to hold him still as you dig your fangs into him again.

He lets out a hiss of pain, which slowly melts into one of satisfaction as his strong arms rise to hug your torso, pulling you close to him. You're lost in the taste of thick iron as it spills from his throat. Unable to waste a drop, you're licking, slurping and sucking with animosity as he gently picks you up, slowly walking you back to your couch. You're in such a greedy daze that you barely notice his soft groan as he topples down onto the sofa with you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you drink.

"Thank you... for this" he grunts, burying his face into your neck lovingly, letting out a whine each time you suck particularly hard. He seemed to taste even better than last time, so fresh, so sweet. Maybe because he was willing. That was right, you couldn't believe that he'd given himself to you. The thought makes you feel warm inside, tingly and soft as you pull away for a while to trail messy kisses up his neck and jaw, licking him, teasing with your fangs softly before continuing to drink. He shivers, he groans and he tightens his grip on you.

You stay like that for a while, getting comfortable enough to straddle his lap as you drink from him. You ruffle his hair appreciatively and run your hands up and down him as you drink, overcome with giddiness and joy. This could get addictive, you think, but was it addictive enough to keep him around?

Listen, this fic is going so badly, but I think you, for reading it and putting up with it, have a right to decide just how evil you want to be, and so, are you going to kill Leon? Or are you gonna keep him around? :)

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He was just too sweet to lose. Besides, you thought, trying to stay just a bit evil, think of the power couple you could be! Think of the criminals he could bring you to eat! You giggle a little at the thought, causing the officer to pull away slightly. He stares into your eyes, displaying nothing but curious enamour. You shake your head at him and nuzzle back into his neck, and he relaxes back into you. He lazily tilts his head to the side, giving you easier access to him.

Each time your mouth or tongue connects with his neck, he lets out a soft sigh or shudder, and relaxes further into you. After while, he lifts and props up his legs, prompting you to fall into him and lay there. He's flirty and sweet even when you're feeding on him, killing him, and you can't help but be overcome by giddiness and affection as you near your fill.

You begin to lick at his neck, firmly, applying pressure until his wound finally closes a long while later. The whole time, he still embraces you tightly, snuggling into you affectionately. He probably has no idea whether he's about to live or die still, and yet, he remains loyal and caring, comforting you as if you're the intimidated one here.

You're drunk on his blood, shrouded in his scent and warmth, and quite frankly, you don't feel like moving at all. Instead, you curl up to him, lazily kissing his neck a few more times before balling yourself. His arms envelop you completely. He places a long, chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and like that, you fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm.

Ughhh...

Time for work, again.

And like that, Leon was gone, again.

He desperately longed to see you again.

...Again.

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Leon wasn't a good man, and he certainly didn't deserve to be saved as such. Charm or no charm, he'd sealed his fate by coming back, and he'd further sealed it by staying. You bore your sharpened teeth further into his neck, delighting as his life flows faster and faster from him, bubbling and oozing down his neck and shoulder, faster than you can keep up. Maybe you'd been a bit greedy, admittedly.

He groans again in pain, and a glance at his face shows an expression of empty fear as he meekly comes to terms with his fate. He knows the end is near, for good this time. He's finally been saved, cleansed. All of the bad he's done is sure to be gone now, put to rest alongside him. Leon feels himself becoming weak, reaching upwards, he delicately hooks his hands onto your shoulders so he can keep you within his embrace in his last moments.

His breath becomes raspy as he wheezes into your ear, doing his best to remain quiet and patient. Silent tears fall from his eyes, and in his last moments of consciousness, he mumbles over and over "thank you... thank... thank you..."

What a way to go, you ponder darkly, as the flow of blood beings to slow down, bemusing you. A rookie, new on the job, full of life. He had the whole world ahead of him: money to make, lives to save, places to see, people to meet... Walked home one day in the rain, never to be seen again.

The clean up was... mundane, but it was well worth it.

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Hi!!! I want to apologise for this fic! It took a long time to get out, I suffered severe writer's block! Honestly I spent days on this puppy, and maybe it isn't even that good of a fic, I feel like I'm losing my knack for writing already! Thanks for the support and I'm sorry if it didn't go the way you wanted it to go! I added two choices, just incase! But I'm sorry again that the choice where you uhmmm send Leon on a one way trip to the afterlife is pretty short, it's not something I love writing about!!!! Also I don't really know how it works???

So sorry this fic sucked but PLEASE if you want something my asks and dms are SO open (I think>???) n we can talk properly about what you want there!!

again i'm so sorry about this I can't :skull:

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