Tear me apart—Ellie Williams x vampire!reader
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╰›Synopsis :An overworked astrophysics TA with not enough time on her hands and a supply of energy drinks that is currently running dangerously low, meets a freshly turned vampiric med student who has no clue what she's doing and is currently babysitting her pseudo nephew. Through experimentation, sheer determination and too much caffeine, they will embark on a journey to possibly turn her human again and save her from the vampire hunter next door.
Warnings: nerd!Ellie, slight age gap(Ellies 24, readers 22), experimentation, no smut, vampire slayer! Abby, Modern!au, minimal use of y/n, sarcastic!Ellie, Ellie listens to Weezer! babysitter!reader, reader has hip tattoos, blood, gore, frequent weed and alcohol consumption, reader is a flirt, Ellie has a high pain tolerance & is very durable, kinda loser!ellie but she's also crazy egotistical, flirty!reader, an absurd amount of promo for red slushies from 7-eleven, jealous!ellie, think that's it lol.
ᯓ★pluto's pieceˎˊ˗ --OUU i just made some bullshit ! yk the deal, every interaction is appreciated, comment to be added to the taglist! gonna go work on heartbeat and a grayson smut now <3 NOT PROOF READ, i'm a lito too busy rn, sorry.
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Hypothesis one: How long does it take a vampire to get caught?
Prologue ┆ Masterlist ┆ Next Experiment
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Ellie had this really weird super power, she's extremely...durable. Like, extremely durable. The kind that lets her walk away from life ending situations with nothing more than a broken limb and a few scratches. Joel always joked that she was made of rubber, long lasting and easily adaptable. Maybe that's why she felt so comfortable biking back to her shared apartment so late at night, headphones blasting 90's grungy deep in her ears.
It wasn't unusual for her to come home closer to midnight, spending most of her time grading papers and hosting study sessions for the students in her astrophysics course, but today was different. Today, being the first day since she started her TA job that she's gotten off of work early.
The unseasonal rain beats down harder against her hoodied form, her glasses pushed up against her forehead to keep the auburn tresses from further blocking her view.
Occasionally, her bike tires would start to skid against the rain slick pavement, causing the freckled girls mode of transportation to slide and she would have to wrangle it back into her control. Ultimately, she decided that getting home a few minutes earlier was not worth accidentally slamming into a tree. What came with extreme durability, was a pretty high pain tolerance that amazed almost everyone around her. A third degree burn feeling the same as a paper cut to her, something inconvenient, sure, but never enough to have her screaming her head off.
It never affected her life negatively, just something about her—like a fun fact. She does have the bad habit of thinking she can survive anything though, even at 24 that unfortunate teenage "never die" attitude stayed stuck to her.
Still, she walks her bike back home, mentally cursing herself for declining her professors offer of a ride home. She walks past the dense brush of woods, a landmark that tells her she's almost home. Home. As much as Ellie loves living with Dina and Jesse, she couldn't help but feel...suffocated. It was fine living in a two bedroom when they were fresh out of college, wide-eyed and ready to take on the job force, and she thought nothing would change when JJ came into the picture, but she was oh so very wrong.
Everything was different, her whole routine that she made for herself absolutely thrown off. The small apartment somehow felt smaller, JJ's toys and baby supplies forgotten almost everywhere, his bottle warmer replacing their microwave— she can no longer speedily warm up her hours old take out, her diet now consists mainly of energy drinks and whatever gas station snacks she can get her hands on, which cannot be good for her health.
Every time she steps foot out of her room she runs the risk of tripping over a forgotten teething toy, or hitting her freckled shins against his bouncer. And the worst part, he's just so loud. She doesn't set alarms anymore, simply waits until JJ wakes up screeching for his morning bottle or some form of comfort from his parents.
It can all be so overwhelming. And when she's been up all night working on lesson plans, researching a thesis idea she doesn't even have, or doing her actual grad school homework, the sounds of a screaming six month old can be...jarring.
But, she has to admit she loves being a pseudo aunt, never having any siblings, Jesse and Dina were her small family. She loved to watch JJ whenever Jesse was called to work or when Dina had to step out for a moment. However, between grad school and being a TA, she hadn't any time to see her nephew, let alone babysit him for extended periods.
But Dina's maternity leave was coming to an end, which meant poor JJ would have to be in the hands of someone that wasn't his family. She shouldn't have been as surprised as she was when she came home to find you sitting on their couch, bowl of popcorn in hand while a 7-eleven slushie cup dripped a water ring onto their wooden coffee table.
She wanted to be mad at you–at least use a fucking coaster–but you enchanted her into silence. She stood breathless, dripping rainwater against the shitty wooden flooring. You didn't seem to notice her, eyes transfixed on the blue dog show that she kept forgetting the name to.
You might've truly been the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, legs positioned right under you, grabbing for the cup of red slushie. The show goes on commercial long enough to pull you out of your trance, suddenly noticing the auburnette staring at you with small amounts of interest.
"Oh my god!" You gasp, hand placed against your non-beating heart. Ellie eyes you silently, a small smirk playing against her chapped lips. "Hey, I'm y/n, the babysitter." You get up to greet her, silently hoping that the XL cup of blood had done its just of making you appear human.
In the last week you had learned that the blood you consume isn't just for keeping you from attacking anyone or anything that dared move, it also keeps you looking alive. Though your heart no longer beats, the blood still makes its way through you, keeping everything picture perfect. Since you've learned this, you've been keeping multiple different sources of the red liquid stashed around your house, hidden in multiple different sauces and drinks. You never wanted to experience your feral, body ripping, animalistic self, ever, again.
You extend a manicured hand towards her, watching as her sage green eyes flicker from your hand to your face, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. "Ellie." She mutters, her nonchalant cover returning as she slings her book bag across her shoulder. She stands there for a few more seconds, truly taking you in– your tight black long sleeved shirt with the deep v-neck that exposed the top lace of your bra, and your black jeans that hugged the curve of your ass so snuggly.
You were simply drop dead gorgeous.
You smelled absolutely divine too, like musk, a deep floral she couldn't place and vanilla, it was complex and enticing. A scent she could get addicted to. "What's the matter Ellie, never seen a pretty girl before?" You tease her, weight shifting to rest on one of your hips. Goddd, why did you have to be cocky too?
Girls like you were her weakness, the ones who knew they were gorgeous and would walk all over her if given the chance. The type of girls who would've bullied her in high school but secretly hooked up with her. You were bad news. She couldn't let you distract her, she had to be strong and resist your siren call. "Um, I'll be in my room." Her throat goes dry, suddenly not knowing how to speak a language she was born into. Her cheeks burned hotter with every step into her small room.
Why hadn't anyone told her that there would be a babysitter in her sacred space, not only that but one that was so pretty and smelled like what she believed danger to smell like. She texted Dina. She needed answers, anything to quell the thump thump of her heart. It didn't come, at least not as quick as she wanted. So, she called, thumb hovering over her best friend's contact, the hum of the line ringing being her only comfort.
"Ellie? Is everything okay with JJ?" Dina's voice sounded panic and hushed , like she was in the middle of something. "You hired a sitter?" Ellie returned her whispered tone, fear that you might hear her coursing through her. "Jesus, is that why you called me? Yes, I hired a sitter, she's sweet." She can hear the way Dina's eyes roll over the phone, her tone carrying the air of relief but also exhaustion at her friends actons. "I could've watched JJ. You didn't even ask me." Ellie pouts.
Its not that she was hurt that JJ was now in your care, she was happy she had a little time to focus on all the work she missed, her only problem was simply–you. A stranger in her space would have been fine if she knew about it beforehand, but you came out of nowhere, and had the nerve to enchanting on top it. "When would you have possibly had the time to watch him? You can barely fucking take care of yourself. When's the last time you've had a meal that wasn't plastic wrapped?" She's silent, knowing the brunette on the other side of the line had a point.
After a heartbeat, Dina speaks again, "Exactly. Now, I have to get back to my date and don't fuck my sitter!" The call ends, leaving Ellie exasperated. "I'll fuck her if I damn well please." She mumbles to herself, running her tattooed arm through her hair. She flopped backwards onto her full sized mattress, staring at the ceiling fan that circulated the air in her room.
It was one of those rare days where she had finished all the work expected of her, and only a few readings that she could knock out within the week burdened her work load. Her wet clothes clung to her in a disgusting mess, a problem she didn't even notice before. You hadn't been in her life for more than five minutes and already you had distracted her from her routine.
She needed to calm down. Her first night of peace and she was spending it worrying about you, thinking about you and what you were doing at this very second. She wondered if your red glossed lips could ever find their way to hers, leaving the taste lingering for just a second too long. You probably weren't even gay, and you would be just another straight girl that she pinned after.
She needed a cold shower, and weed strong enough to make her forget that you even existed. She grabbed her towel and ventured back into her apartment, eyes darting over to the couch where she found it empty. You had ventured back into Dina and Jesse's shared bedroom, walking out with baby JJ placed safely on your hips, your big gulp held tightly in your other hand. JJ made grasping hands at it,"No, no, not for you my love." You shooed him, placing the cup back onto the table.
The scene before her was cute, adorable even. You looked so beautiful bouncing JJ on your hip like he was your own child, his small hands clinging to your shoulder. You both locked eyes, Ellie's cheeks heating up almost instantly. "Look who's back JJ, Auntie Ellie." You held his small fist in your hand, waving at her with it. "Say "Hi Auntie Ellie."" Your voice high as JJ babbled in your arms.
Still, she felt strangely drawn to you, enough so that she didn't realize when she had walked in front of you, slowly taking JJ from your arms, her shower very clearly forgotten.
"Hi buddy," She smiles down at the baby boy, tossing him in the air very briefly before catching him. JJ's giggles and small little babbles fill the room, a domestic scene between two complete strangers.
"Keep him busy while I make a bottle, yeah?" You pat her shoulder while you retreat to the kitchen, pulling out all the ingredients to create the white formula. Babysitting came easy to you, a job you've had since high school. You've dealt with all ages from newborns to 14 year olds who couldn't be trusted alone, you thought nothing could shake you.
That is, until you turned into a vampire. And now you were in such close proximity to the hottest girl you've seen in this shitty town, and you were sure if your heart could still beat it would be pounding against your chest. She had the kind of beauty that took some growing into, the kind that would've gotten her picked on until one day everything blended together beautifully, turning the girl into a gorgeous supernova.
Each freckle on her skin being a star in her universe of a face. The piercings that littered her face (a silver hoop in her nose, a black plastic smiley placed right above her front teeth, a septum, two snake bites decorating each side of her bottom lip, and an eyebrow bar) all added to the ecosystem that made up her beauty.
You wanted to count the freckles that littered her skin and see if you could find constellations in their groupings. You wished for a chance to feel her warm hands against your skin, have them explore areas that had been long forgotten. The beeping of the bottle warmer drew you from your thoughts. You thought about testing it out on your own skin, but that would be counterproductive. You could barely tell if there was a shift in the temperature outside.
"He's getting fussy." She informs you, walking towards you. You give her a small apologetic smile for taking too long, "Sorry, um, could you check it? I don't know if its too hot." She gives you a look, one that silently asks you 'why?' You avert your gaze, staring at her socked feet rather than her intense eyes.
"Yeah, just," She extends her arm, the one thats forearm is covered by that beautiful moth and fern tattoo, the black ink contrasting against her ivory skin. You shake the bottle, watching as the droplets coat her arm. "Feels fine to me." Ellie mumbles handing JJ back to you so you could feed him. There's a split second of contact that makes your heart flutter, while she wonders why you're so cold.
"What does your tattoo mean?" You ask suddenly, eyes still trained on anything that wasn't her face. You were too intimidated, her gaze being too intense yet so lazy at the same time. You felt stripped down to your bones, like at any moment she would find out your true nature and rip her nephew from your arms, and burn you at the stake. Maybe you were being a tad bit dramatic.
"Means nothing, just a tattoo." She's lying, you can tell from how quickly her heart rate increases, and from the way her green eyes suddenly shift for a few seconds. You don't push though, just nod and make your way to the couch.
Being one of the undead came with powers you didn't understand, but didn't necessarily mind either. Like super speed and strength, amazing healing abilities, heightened senses, and your least favorite—being able to read minds.
It was like having a radio that never turned off constantly looping in your head, anyone that was within about a 15 mile radius from you was victim to you peeking in on their inner thoughts. You had no idea how to stop it, if there even was an off switch.
But you gave yourself a little bit of grace, you were new at all of this and had no Yoda figure to guide you, so you were stuck winging it. "You got any tattoos?" She asked plopping down next to you, legs spread open as she rested her forearms on top of them. She even made man spreading look sexy. "Mhm, two on my hips." You tell her, shimmying a little closer to her warmth, your body temperature dropping slightly lower.
It was almost time for you to feed again, your eyes darting to the big gulp that sat on the coffee table, waiting for your attention. You had no idea how much starvation your body could take, and you never planned to risk it. "Lemme see." It wasn't a question more so a demand while she sat back, her arms now resting on the back of the corduroy seat.
You look at her for a second, amusement lacing your features as you watch her half smirk, eyes darting to you as if egging you on. "Okay." You hand her JJ who was being lulled to sleep, his small body jerking awake from the hand off. He's not awake for long though, eyes going back to closing.
You pull down your already low-rise jeans, showing off the black inked spiders on your hips, two black widows each with a different number on their abdomens. "Thats hot." She groans more so at the placement rather than anything else. In a perfect world she would be touching you right now, polished fingers sliding over your tattoos while her mouth kissed trails against your body.
She swallows hard, the type of big gulp that has her mouth begging for water. It doesn't come. The sound of keys jiggling in the door and the sound of voices alerting you to Jesse and Dina's arrival. You move fast, quicker than she's ever seen a human move before. In almost a second you're back to sitting on the couch, JJ somehow sleeping in your arms as if he never relaxed into hers.
She gives you a look of confusion and all you give her in return is a wink and small smile. Ellie's not a fan of unanswered questions, ambiguity gives her stress hives. But, she swallows her question, it going down the same as a dry swallowed pill. Dina's the first to speak, clearly drunk and happy about her night off in six whole months.
"Oh my god! Y/n, you're still here?" She stumbles in, face flushed but a lazy smile held on her features. "Hey, hot mama , did you guys have fun?" Your arms cradle a sleeping JJ while you walk over to greet his parents. "You have no idea. This one said she had to make up for lost time and now—" He gestures to a drunk Dina who is staggering while making her way to the couch, one shoe still on and her jean jacket sliding off one shoulder.
You let out a small chuckle as Dina falls onto the plush corduroy couch cushion, one leg hanging off lazily while her arm slightly smacks Ellie in the arm.
"How much do we owe you?" Jesse asks, pulling his leather wallet from his trench coat pocket. He's methodical, pulling out a stack of cash he took off his card for this very occasion. You wondered what he did for work, and if you could somehow be in that business too. But, then again, how great could it be if he still had a roommate at 25? "Uh, 80 for 4 hours." You rock from your toes to your heels, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Ellie who is looking at you with suspicious eyes.
"Jesse, baby, give her a million bucks! JJ's a sleep, and it's not even 1 am!" Dina whisper yells from the couch, pointing to her sleeping child like he was the coolest thing she's ever seen. "That is a feat." He tacts on another two twenties, giving you a curt smile before taking his child and heading to the couch, dragging his drunk girlfriend up by the arm. "Bye, y/n! I love you!" Her drunk declaration pulls a small chuckle from you, as a disgruntled Jesse disappears with her down the hall.
You start to grab your things, tucking the money into your bra. Ellie eyes your every move, not only had you confused her, but you were moving with such a seductive air to you. "You've gotta stop staring at me like that." You muse, zipping up your leather jacket. Because of course you own a leather jacket. She swallows hard, mentally debating if she should bring it up, a debate that lasts five seconds before she's opening her mouth.
"You're fast, oddly fast." It's simple, an observation that has no accusatory tone behind it. You can hear her thoughts as they zoom by, you've heard them all night. You've heard every question that's popped into her head about you, gotten a mental picture of all her deep sexual desires for you. You can hear the way she goes back and forth in her mind on whether you're extremely quick or some supernatural entity. "Mhm." You mumble, slipping into your boots.
"It's late, you need a ride?" She turns to grab the keys to Jesse's car, knowing the man wouldn't mind. "Um, no, I'll be fine." You tell her, fingers grasping against the doorknob. Tonight was your version of grocery shopping and you didn't need a redheaded audience. "Well, g'night Ellie." You nod towards her, closing the door with a soft click behind you.
You walk down the gray carpeted hallway, running a hand through your hair. You desperately grasp for a cigarette, the smoke doing almost nothing for you, but the feeling of the ritual calms your nerves regardless. Another apartment opens, only one door down from where Ellie sits replaying your interactions, fighting the urges of attraction that hit her.
Your body bumps into the buff shoulder of the blond who slinks out of her apartment with a black trash bag held tightly in her fist. "Shit, sorry." You hiss, rubbing your arm in fake pain, cuddling the empty big gulp cup as if your life depended on it. You stop behind her, cigarette fallen onto the floor, the pack crushed in your own super powered hands. "N-no it was my fault, should've been looking where I was going." She steps towards you, you take a few steps back.
She's gorgeous, her face laced with concern against her strong features. Her dirty blonde hair braided down where it laid flat against her shoulder. She wore nothing but a tank top that showed off her bulk, and a pair of pajama pants. Her voice in your head told you she was checking you out too, even if she was calling you strange for staring at her for so long.
"You can take me out to make it up to me." You smile up at the 5'8 woman, head tilting to the side. She held this look of interest in her eyes, it was softer than the one Ellie gave you. Less hungry and more cushioned, like she was holding back, or maybe that was her nature.
"Is that how you talk to all the girls?" Abby chuckles, heaving the trash bag over her shoulder, nodding her head towards the garbage disposal, a silent urge to follow her. "Only the cute ones with pretty muscles." You flirt while following close behind her, your feet not making much noise. She takes a mental note of that.
"Kinda late for a girl like you to be heading home, no?" She drops the black bag into the trash shoot, and you wince slightly at the sound of the metal door slamming shut. Another thing she makes note of. You toss away the empty cup, as if you weren't clutching onto it just seconds before.
"Are you trying to ask me to come home with you?" You shift your weight to one hip, as she folds her buff arms against her chest, a smirk growing on her face. "You don't even know my name. I could be the serial killer thats been on the news."
You refuse to back down, "Well if you are, at least kill me after our first date." You try not to make at a face at the mention of your towns newest serial killer, which had been your now dead boss. You had stopped his killing spree, all your victims being alive and well, even if they did wake up with a few bruises and hickeys they never remembered getting.
Her blood smelled soo good flowing beneath her skin, something akin to freshly baked cinnamon buns, or churros. A sugary cinnamon like smell that got you hooked. She would rot your teeth, but you wanted a nice treat. She filled your senses with a girlish glee you were certain your body had forgotten—apparently not with the way you flirted with her, all sparkly eyed and giggly.
She rolls her eyes playfully, a genuine smile on her lips. "My names Abby, if you were wondering who's gonna kill you." It's dangerous, the sentence and the look in her oceanic eyes, yet you still nod at her obliviously. "Y/n, in case you were wondering who your next victims gonna be."
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The worst part about being a vampire is how convenient it makes everything, and that convenience is what draws attention to you.
For the past few weeks you had to admit you were getting a little sloppy, using your super speed to get to places quicker, when JJ's teething toy rolled under the couch you picked it up with one extended arm like it was as light as a piece of paper—he liked that trick. To you, it was just about convenience, a way to make your life much easier than it had been before, but you were nothing if not reckless, and that bad habit was getting you into trouble.
Its only been about six weeks since you were turned, and for three of those weeks you spent every Wednesday and Friday cooped up with Ellie in her shared apartment while you played with baby JJ, trying hard not to give the reddish brunette all of your attention. At first she tried to ignore you, working her routine around your presence every Wednesday and Friday, acting as if she didn't flirt with you the first day you both met.
She would sit perched at the big wooden table that sat awkwardly in the living room, laptop opened while she graded papers and downed energy drinks like they were water. But then, you started bringing her alternatives, the fancy stuff like matcha and chais. "Energy drinks aren't good for you." You mused putting the cup of green liquid in front of her when you strolled in on Friday.
She hated the taste—called it too grassy and far less tolerable than her sugary energy drinks. Didn't stop you from bringing a chai the next time you saw her, knocking her head slightly with the cup, small droplets of condensation sticking to her hair. She mumbles a 'thank you' before returning back to her work, disregarding the pit in her stomach and the growing red hue that stalks up her skin. You were getting too close, she needed to stick to her routine.
So, she started studying in her room. Door locked behind her while her noise cancelling headphones blasted Weezer in her ears. You consumed her thoughts more than she would like to admit, but you were a distraction, one that had to be pushed to the side if she wanted to finish her thesis. As much as she hated herself for it, she began to look forward to the three or so hours you both would sometimes have alone in the apartment, quietly doing tasks while sneaking glances you thought the other hadn't seen. It had to stop, even though you seemed to love making your presence known.
Then came the food. There would be a small knock on her door, one that seemed hesitant to make itself bigger, sticking to a subtle 'knock knock', an alert that shouldn't break through the noise cancelling capabilities of her headphones, yet it does. Every single time. Usually there will be a plate of steaming hot take out right outside the deep wooded door, often times accompanied by another coffee, or something else she was in need of.
The odd thing is, she lives just on the outskirts of the city, about 45 minutes to an hour even by driving, they usually never order take out for this reason—the food would arrive cold and with no microwave it didn't seem like the smartest idea to order in. Yet, somehow the food was always piping hot, as if it had just been prepared. She knew you couldn't have been cooking this all yourself, the containers being evidence of that. And she was almost certain there was no way you were heating it all up on their electric stove then shoving it all back into its container.
There was just no logical answer for any of your behavior.
Like how you always knew exactly what she needed before she could verbalize it. She needed a pen? You were ready with one in your manicured fingers, holding it to her as if daring her to take it. Water? Thrusted into her view before she could even swallow the dry feeling in her throat.
So she talked to Dina about it, asked her if she ever noticed how...fast you were, how you were always on time despite living far into the city, or how you were able to get home even when the buses weren't running. "Dunno' Ellie, maybe she's really good at time management." Dina muses as she folds a basket filled with JJ's baby clothes, Ellie holding the baby in her arms, wagging her finger for him to latch onto.
"She doesn't seem strange to you?" Ellie asks, more so pleads for her best friend to validate her. "Strange? I don't think so? She's great with JJ and does her job well." Dina starts to list off all your qualities and Ellie groans, this conversation turning into a "What I love about y/n" argument she did not sign up for. "Focus, Dina." she snaps at her, still her friend rambles while folding small onesies into perfect squares, and finding pairs of tiny socks.
"I think you're just being paranoid Els, maybe lay off the comic books?" The conversation dies after that. She tells herself that Dina is right, that she has been downing one too many energy drinks and she could just be seeing things.
But, there's so much against you being normal.
What really started to pique her interest—other than your supernatural hospitality abilities— is your propensity for crawling through windows. She caught you only once, that you know of at least.
You were doing your usual run to get yourself a big gulp and fill it with the deep red goodness that kept you alive, you were gone for about fifteen minutes max, something you were sure would go unnoticed. No one was home, and JJ was fast asleep in his crib, a baby monitor secured to your hip—just in case. Everything seemed to be going according to plan.
How were you to know that while you were stealing the slushy under the nose of the barely paid employee who looked more interested in his phone than running that store that Ellie had come home early from her TA job, books trapped between one of her arms as she pushed your jacket to the other side of the couch.
At first she thought you were taking abnormally long in the bathroom, but the door was closed—not locked and there was no sign of you. Then she peeked into her best friends room, and there was no trace of you there either, just a sleeping JJ cuddling the stuffed lamb she bought him.
She walked to her room, dumping all her books on her desk, running a hand through her deep reddish hair, mentally going through every possible scenario on where the hell you could be. As she changed, she contemplated calling Dina and ratting you out, but something stopped her; it could've been her attraction to you, or the fact that all things considered you were a damn good babysitter, and she couldn't take that from her friends.
So, she waited behind the corner her room was tucked into, waiting for the moment that you walked through the door. It never came, instead she heard you mumbling while there was a clatter from the window.
They lived on the top floor of an apartment building, so unless you were spider man himself, there was no way for you to realistically be crawling into the apartment. You always seemed to defy reality. "And where the fuck were you?" You stop, placing the clear cup filled with red liquid on the coffee table. "Uh, I stepped out for a few seconds." You lied, mentally freaking the fuck out.
You searched her thoughts for what she thought happened, but her mind was one tracked, only looking for answers. "Yeah? Why the fuck did you come through the window then?" Her arms were folded against her chest, her freckled arms stuck together in sheer anxious perplexity. Her gaze held no softness, just guarded anticipation.
'Say something.' You bite your lip, trying to look unbothered as you dit down on the couch, grabbing your cup, sucking down the liquid. 'Be normal' Your brain screams at you, "I did come through the door, you were just in your room." An awful response, but it falls from your lips anyways.
"Bullshit. I've been here the whole time." She spits back, eyes narrowing further at you. 'Fuck, think.' You search your mind for anything that could save you. What would be easier to explain? Your brain lite up with an idea—Abby.
Abby, who you had been texting non-stop since you bumped into her in the hallway a few weeks ago. Abby, who had taken you on a beautiful brunch date. Abby, who lived right down the hall.
"I literally have been in this building the whole time, you can ask Abby." You throw the name out, lazily waving a hand at her while you shift your gaze. If you could breathe, yours would be caught in your throat. "What? Abby Anderson? You're seeing Abby Anderson?" Her voice is dripping with disbelief and her mind switches topics almost as quick as you could run.
"Is that a problem?" You smirk, relaxing into yourself and your playful nature snapping back into full swing. It's kind of sad how someone so smart can be so easily fooled. "Just didn't think she was your type." She mumbles, her forest colored eyes looking everywhere but where you were sitting. "Because she's a girl." Your voice holds a tone of playfulness.
"Exactly—fuck, wait, I just...never knew you were into blondes." She fumbles over her words, her body and mind battling for which got to steer the conversation. "You're cute." You admit, your smirk never leaving your face. She blushes at that, too dumbfounded over the fact that you were dating her neighbor—the only one that she didn't even like—to notice that she had been duped.
And so, the subject was dropped, in favor of a new one: your budding relationship with Abby.
Ellie didn't have much against Abby, but something about her always rubbed Ellie the wrong way. She just couldn't bring herself to think highly of the blonde girl down the hall. Even when she did try to make friends with her (because Dina told her to stop being so petty), Abby seemed to not be interested, like she felt she was too good for the slightly younger girl.
Their one sided feud could probably be traced back to when Ellie and Dina first moved in after their college graduation, everything so bright and new and they both decided to christen their new apartment with a good ole hotbox.
Now, she could admit that they were being nuances, the strong weed smell permeating their shared apartment and flooding the hallway with its offensive scent. That still didn't give Abby the right to report them to the hiring manager only a week into their lease being signed. She's hated her ever since, constantly throwing dirty looks at the buff girl like she was the dirt beneath her converse. She didn't care if it had happened over two years ago, she would hate Abby until she died, probably even after.
God, she was such an asshole. And now, you were seeing that asshole, and talking about that asshole like she hung the moon and the stars with her thick fingers. Instead of her normal silence— save for JJ's babbling, your cooing and a plethora of early childhood tv shows—she now had to deal with you sending idiotically flirtatious voice messages to her neighbor. Each one grosser than the last.
Your eyes were now religiously trained on your phone, and your incessant school-girl like giggles kept filling her ears. Ellie felt as if she were slowly losing brain cells by the nanosecond, your constant yammering about her nemesis growing bothersome.
You were infatuated with her, the first girl you had any feelings for since your tumultuous relationship two years ago, something you were sure you had healed from. It made you sloppier, more forgetful. You found out you had another power—floating—because of your feelings for Abby, sucks that you discovered it while reading a text from her, head hitting the ceiling before you could anchor yourself.
You hoped Ellie hadn't noticed, but she had, silently looking up what supernatural creatures could float on google. She was already almost on to you, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place for her. The final nail in your coffin being your faithful big gulp cup.
The day started off how it usually did, you sauntering into the apartment at four pm, ready for a breezy four hour shift where you stared at your phone and bothered Ellie all while playing with a really cute baby. But it was all different this time, you barely acknowledged her when you entered, hauling two XL cups of 7-eleven slushies onto the wooden dining table, ignoring the look she gives you.
"What the hell?" She holds up the neon green slushie, looking at with intrigue. "They had a buy one get one free." You muttered, totally engrossed in your phone, probably texting Abby, like you always are. In your haste, you don't look at the cups, neither of you do.
She's sat in the chair at the dinner table, laptop opened to her microsoft word page that she had been staring at for the last hour. She was stressing over a thesis topic, something that captured her personality while also being something she cared about. Everything escaped her, and you were too engrossed in texting Abby to notice your fatal flaw. She mumbles something about if she wanted an energy drink slushy she could have made one at home, you ignore her.
"Shut up, and be grateful." You push her head with two fingers, walking past her to your usual seat on the green corduroy couch, completely unaware of the fact that your red slushie was now a neon green. It was an accidental switch, you both too captivated by your respective task
She was deep in thought, fingers flying against the keyboard, she may not have an idea but she can type her introduction—or not, staring deeply at the screen works too. Her fingers tapped annoyingly at the deep oak table, short nailed fingers beating hard in anxious thought. She needed a drink, she grabbed the cup without looking, sucking hard on the straw.
Then it all happened. A strong suck filled her mouth with the copper taste of the coagulated blood mixed with the syrupy taste of your beverage. She swallows accidentally, the taste shocking her hard enough to force it down her throat. She choked it down hard, coughing harshly as her tongue adjusted to the raunchy taste. "What the fuck is this?" Her teeth stained a deep red, her green eyes staring at the cup in terrified dissection. Your head snapped towards her, about to yell at her for scaring JJ, when your eyes landed on the swapped cups.
You watch in real time as the gears in her head start to turn, you can hear her thoughts race and the sound of the pounding in her chest. You felt colder, you stop pretending to breathe, your eyes blown wide. "What the actual fuck are you?" Her deep green eyes narrow at you, full body turned to face you, her laptop long since forgotten.
"El-Ellie, I can ex-plain." Your voice is hushed, terrified and shaky, your phone forgotten on the floor. You're up almost as quick as she is, her body intimidating your smaller frame, your hands are up in silent surrender, scared she might make a rash decision she couldn't come back from. "I fucking knew there was something weird about you! I told Dina and she said I was being fucking paranoid, but I fucking knew it!" She's pointing a crazed finger at herself, voice louder than you wished it to be.
"Pl-please don't tell Dina, I really need this job." You beg, your hands grasped together as you fight back bloody tears. She stares at you for a few seconds, gaze harsh and judgemental. Weirdly enough, she's not at all scared of you like she thought, having come to terms with the fact you weren't human about a week ago, the same time you crawled into the window. A small part of her was elated...she was right! She knew there was something off about you, and there fucking was!
"Answer my questions, truthfully, and I'll consider it." Your biggest fear had been realized, and you had no one to blame but yourself. A lack of humanity meant a lack of inhibitions, so you weren't surprised when you got caught, just scared of losing one of your sources of income.
"What are you?" She asks, arms folded against her chest, muscles slightly bulging. "A vampire." You answer, digging your long nails into your palms. "How long have you been...that." She looks you up and down, like you're disgusting. It hurts. 'Six weeks now." You both go back and forth like this for a while, her questions getting more invasive or downright offensive. "Have you ever felt the urge to attack any one of us?" It's a blow to your ego, but, you knew she had no way of knowing the things that went on inside your head.
"Of course not! I love working for Dina and Jesse, and I love taking care of JJ. I would never do something like that, I don't kill." Its firm and definitive, the boundary set and yet she finds it hard to fully trust you. You don't blame her for it, you would be sceptical of you too if you were her.
"Does Abby know?" Its her final question, for now, and it rolls off her tongue like a splinter, tough and abrasive. "Hell no, you weren't even supposed to find out." You sit down on the couch again, JJ completely oblivious to whats happening around him. "You say that, but you're not that great at hiding it. Truthfully, I've had my suspicions since we first met." She sits down beside you, legs spread, hands folded in front of her like a disapproving father.
It was fitting, trully. There's a wide gap on the sofa, as if she was too afraid to get near you. "I got reckless." You sigh, pushing your head back against a cushion. "Yeah, you did." She lets out a dry chuckle, and you shoot her a half hearted smile in return.
You're both sitting in weighted silence as she stares you down, a habit you wished she would one day quit. You break the silence, clapping your hands together. "Well-" You're quickly cut off by Ellie, "I won't tell Dina—I won't tell anyone. Just need you to do something for me." Her smile is warm, a bit too genuine. You assume the worst, "I'm not having sex with you so you'll keep my secret." Her green orbs blow wide, her mouth agape as her brows knit together.
"What the fuck?! Why-Why did you think I would..?" Her cheeks burn in embarrassment and frustration, as she scans you for some hint of jest. There is none, you're completely serious, you shrug at her like you didn't just allude to her being a sexual deviant. "Jesus fucking—no that's not what I was going to ask. I want to study you." Her voice cracks, her freckled skin still hot.
"Why?" You're certain she's trying to trick you, trying to trap you in something but her thoughts show no signs of ill intent. "Because I've never met a vampire before?"Ellie says it like its obvious, and you cant bite back your smirk fast enough. "I'll pay you in addition to whatever Dina's paying you."
It's so sincere you almost feel bad for laughing at her. Almost. "What the fuck is so funny?"
"Ellie, you're just as broke as me." You double over in laughter like it's the most hilarious thing you've heard all day. She does not find it as funny. "Says the girl who just begged me to keep her secret so she can keep her babysitting job. I thought vampires were supposed to be rich." She smirks at you once she sees her words penetrate your giggling form.
You're back to start, eyes slit while you give her a dangerous look. "Fuck you, I just got turned like a month ago." You roll your eyes in a huff, all she does is shrug at you. "Should've asked whoever turned you to give you a loan." You fight the way your brain tries to show you pictures of the man who did this to you, tried to make your tongue forget the delectable taste of his organs.
"If only I had thought of that, thanks Els." You give her a sarcastic smile that gets you a dirty look in response. "Fuck off, bloodsucker."
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After last weeks fiasco, you and Ellie fell right back into your normal routine, just a little more vampy this time. It felt so freeing to let out your supernatural urges without fear, not that you had many to begin with.
Since you learned to control your floating, you were almost never on the ground, always flying high in the air with JJ seated happily on your stomach, little voice babbling while you rode the air. You started doing vampire shit, just for the fuck of it! Randomly coming through the window when you knew Ellie was alone, hissing at her and flashing your fangs just to scare her, lifting wherever she was seated over your head like it weighed nothing.
It was annoying, sure, but it got you to stop talking about Abby and she thought that was worse. Her moment of peace lasted for all of two days before you were talking about the blonde again. "She wants to take me out again! Can you believe it?" You squeal as you do loops in the air, your fanged smile so large it took up most of your face.
"That's usually how dating works." Ellie grumbles as she reads emails, desperately failing at hiding her disinterest and jealousy. "What's crawled up your ass?" She doesn't respond, just looks off to the side while scrolling through her backlog.
"Earth to Ellie?" You wave a hand in front of her face, yet she makes no effort to acknowledge you. "Fine, whatever." You huff, leaving her to her emails like a toddler throwing a tantrum. You hated to be ignored, you're sure most people did, but it stung more coming from her. 'Why did it sting so bad?' You had no idea, just chalked it up to your new vampire senses not like rejection.
Ellie, on the other hand, tried her hardest to contain what little semblance of normalcy she had. It wasn't unlike her to get a tad jealous over other people having things she wanted, especially if she believed that they didn't deserve it—and she knew Abby didn't deserve you. She would never be able to be as cool about the vampire thing as Ellie had been, the blonde would probably report you to the cops before the "vamp" even left your glossed lips.
At least, that's what she thought anyway. Her jaw ticked, pulled firm between the suction of her mouth, annoyance and jealousy coursing through her. She's usually right about everything, her observations never betraying her—she even predicted Dina's pregnancy, so she knew that Abby was trouble.
Ellie had been so consumed with her studies, and finally being able to ignore that she hadn't noticed when her friends came home from their late shifts, or when you left, shooting her a disapproving look. She missed it all.
At around twelve am the sting of the blue light had gotten too much for her mossy green eyes, and the house was finally silent. She needed her glasses and a joint, and a moment away from her position at the wooden table. Ever since you harassed her (gave her food and water when she was cooped up in her room) her tiny desk had been delegated to hosting her rolling supplies and anything else she needed to grab in a hurry.
It was too late for her to hotbox the bathroom without being interrupted by Jesse taking his routine midnight pee, instead she grabbed the joint and a black lighter, her glasses placed firmly on the bridge of her nose before venturing out into the cold hallway.
Her hands held the freezing metal as she closed the door, her building having turned on the ac a little prematurely considering spring had just sprung and the temperature barely rose above 40 degrees. A string of curses falls from her lips before she even opens them—wait.
Her head snaps up, confusion flashing against her face for a split second before the shag of her auburn hair covers it. Right there, at the end of the hall is a bloodied Abby Anderson, hair matted to her forehead from both dirt and dried blood, a string of stakes hung loosely against her back. She looked like a bounty hunter...she looked like a vampire slayer.
Ellie's eyes widened in realization, heart pumping so loud she was sure Abby could hear it. She stood there stunned for what felt like minutes but really was seconds, the heavy lighter fell from her fingers faster than she could grab.
Icy blue eyes fell on her, a look of panic before stone cold stoicism. "What's wrong with you?" She barks, fingers shaking against her own set of keys, praying they would stop being difficult and find the keyhole. "Nothing, I'm not the one covered in blood." Ellie points out, a groan leaving her lips as she bends down to pick up the weighty metal lighter. Its like at that moment Abby became painful aware of how she looked, blood splatter over her once cream colored tank top, scratches that didn't seem sexual instead looked like she got into a fight with a big cat, and the bloodied wooden stakes that decorated her the holster on her back.
"I went to a rave with my friends, theme was...vampire hunters." She said it so firm, but yet so unsure all at once. Ellie didn't pry, didn't need to. Once again the universe had shown her that she might either have supernatural powers, or be the smartest mothefucker in the whole world. Ellie doesn't say anything, too afraid that her voice will betray her and convey her actual emotions. That superiority quickly fizzled out once she took in the fact that you—a vampire—were dating a vampire hunter. One that enjoyed her job a tad bit too much from the looks of it.
There's a heavy beat between the two girls, thick and almost physical. Abby stares deep at Ellie who refuses to make eye contact, her green eyes finding anything but the blonde down the hall interesting. "Well g'night, and don't smoke that shit in here." It wasn't friendly, more akin to a warning 'tell anyone what you saw and you're next' kind of deal.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Her slender fingers couldn't move fast enough, searching for your contact that you never gave her. What reason did you have to, you were employed by Dina afterall. Dina. Like her brain had struck gold, she would simply just ask Dina for your contact info.
But it would look suspicious and she would never live it down. She ventured to the elevator, pressing the down button as she preemptively placed the joint between her lips. Was this even something she could tell you over text? How would that even go?
Hey its Ellie, got your number from Dina
BTW, your gf is a vampire hunter
+ Can you pick me up a case of redbull, Ill cash app you?
She sat on the steps of the apartment building, smoking a strain affectionately named Tiger blood, but she didn't feel too motivated by it. She still smoked it, it was too expensive to waste. Her brain still racked itself for answers, how she was going to tell you of your new problem, if you would even believe her, if you both were even still friends after what she pulled.
The auburnette pushed it down, like she usually did, swallowing smoke so it would go down easier. 'This is a tomorrow problem' She tells herself, hitting the joint again, watching as the thick white smoke ghosts back between her lips.
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