Blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
Yandere! Vampire Hunter x Vampire! Reader
Thinking about… a bloodthirsty vampire hunter’s unfortunate encounter of meeting a protective vampire.
CW : gruesome deaths, children abuse, horror, assault, many blood, torture, southern! Vampire Hunter, hints that vampires are immortal, but needs to regress age when they’re too old, reader having a distorted vision about justice and equal exchange, some cannibalism? Reader implied to be fem, but any genders can read! Reader is crazy and kinda psychotic??
Word Count : 2.4k+ words
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who turned into what he is now because of what happened to his family. He’s only a humble farmer who used to be an outlaw when he's younger. He decided to settle down with the woman he fell head over heels with, and had three children together with her. It was a rainy day, and he came home with his wife and children already dead and pale, bodies sucked out of their blood with fang marks on their necks.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who had to bury his family with his own hands. His farmer friends are utterly worried about him. His hands may tremble as he dug the dirt behind his house, his eyes throbbing with pain because he cried himself a river hugging each of their corpse, and his head drooping with exhaustion as he carved each of their name on heavy stone for their headstone, but he refused to rest until he made sure they’re resting in a better place.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who finally slept after burying them, where he is tortured with questions and scenarios. What if he was there? What will happen if he’s with them? Will he die together with them?
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who burnt down his home the next day. He grabbed his wife’s favourite shawl, and his children’s drawings. His own belongings? Just stored in his horse’s saddle and his bag. He couldn’t bear living in the same place where his family was slaughtered. He swore he could smell the blood stuck on the floor and walls, despite knowing his friends already scrubbed it clean.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who left the town to seek other vampire hunters to learn how to hunt and kill vampires. His farmer friends told him not to make such hasty decisions when he’s still blinded by agony and sadness, but he has made up his mind. So after thanking his friends, they all go to the town’s edge to send him off, and to remind him they’ll still accept and help him if he ever decides to come back.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who no longer feared death, because he knew his family would be waiting for him. He became another hunter’s apprentice, learning and documenting ways to trap and end a vampire’s life.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who moved from town to town, seeking for different answers to kill them. Most effective is severing their heads, or fire that’ll melt their body from their bones, and silver bullets.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who discovered that silver bullets, especially for shotguns, are extremely expensive. Killing vampires is very risky, so most hunters decide to catch them and bring them to the town’s sheriff, where they’ll be burnt in the center of town for everyone to see.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who doesn’t want to do that. He wants to kill them with his very own hands. His master advised him not to because he got 0 experience hunting vampires. But he refuses. He sells his cherished belongings (not his wedding rings though, he wore them as his necklace for good luck, and buys silver knife and some bullets.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who starts seeking for weaker, recently turned vampires. He follows rumors through town and meets the new vampire. The vampire is still sloppy, and not too tricky to follow. So when the man is eating on a young woman’s flesh, he cocked his shotgun, aimed and shot the vampire on the back. The vampire instantly wailed from the pain, but before he could flee, pre-yan! Vampire hunter is already lassoing him from behind.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who threw the man on the ground, before pulling the silver blade from his bag. He stabbed it on the vampire’s neck, and deep, dark red blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain. He stabbed him again, again and again, effectively separating the vampire’s head from its body.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who burnt the body, making sure it’s all turned to dust, before riding his horse back to town, with blood on his face and hands. The vampire’s head gripped on his hand like a grotesque gift. Once he arrived at the sheriff's office, he hurled the head to the table, before lighting up a cigarette.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who ended up as a legend for townspeople because of how closed off he is. He thanked his master and left on his own. He goes on his own taking bounties, helping townsfolk, and killing vampires.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who got slightly obsessed with the concept of torturing vampires. He kept one alive out of curiosity. He ties the vampire on a tree, and he comes to slash their skin with his knives just to see how long it took for them to heal, and how they’ll get weaker without human blood.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who kills for the love of the game. Sometimes he left vampire corpses in the forests with their bodies still attached, their heads already severed with an empty shell of silver bullet near its face… Or where the face is supposed to be at. It’s just a hollow, gory mess of organs.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who made a fatal mistake of planning to kill a vampire child. He’s never heard of children getting turned into such creatures. He heard that a boy went missing in a forest, and found some kind of forest protector who’s a pale, young girl. The girl brought him back to the town, but hearing the descriptions made him sure it’s a vampire.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who found the child chasing fireflies inside a nearby forest. He’s about to aim his gun at her, when he felt a kick on his head, and his lungs derived from air.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who woke up tied into a chair in a dim room. His sight only comes from a small fireplace near his seat. He could hear a soft sound of a violin, and a tall figure looming.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who started screaming profanities and threats to be let out from the ropes, only to earn a sudden stop of the violin, and the figure creeping up to him. His head is touched by two pale hands, and his head pulled to a raised knee, making him choke as his nose cracked on impact.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt his heart rush from adrenaline, and fear for the first time in years. The figure crouched in front of him, and grabbed his jaw carefully while inspecting his wound like a madman. Meanwhile, you just stared back with a blank look.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose breath hitched as you took a stool and sat in front of him. Your hand held his silver knife with no problem, and nicked his skin just because. Your wide smile scares him with the glint of fangs.
“You see, you almost killed a toddler that I gave a second chance of life to.” You sighed calmly, and snapped the knife into two. It was getting dull anyways.
“I reckon you’ll be such a kind savior, p-partner. Is this a sick experiment you’re conducting on children?!” The vampire hunter spat back, only to have you slap him.
“Let me tell you a little story then, outlaw. Perhaps you’ll feel just a tiny bit of remorse when you realise that not all vampires are the same.”
ᛝ You, who was born already as a vampire. Your parents are two powerful vampires who let you live independently. You, oddly enough, disliked human blood and preferred animal blood, so you hunted animals instead.
ᛝ You, who spends time resting inside your palace minding your own business. Who knows what your parents are doing? They’re probably in a cocoon of their bat nests, sleeping and eventually turning back to their young ages.
ᛝ You, who was drinking a pig’s blood in a nearby farm when you heard the family owner laughing so loudly. You raised your head up and saw the family having a feast. You decided to walk around for a bit, only to almost step on a girl, whose ankles are tied using metal chains, her body small and so thin you can see the bones, and the smell from her leg… it smells rotten. She’s dying, evident from her shallow breaths and weak voice begging for her ‘mother’.
ᛝ You, who stabbed your hand near a fence, letting your blood pool on it before gently feeding it to the child. You feel a little lightheaded, but you can’t leave the girl like this, not with her bruises and cries.
ᛝ You, who placed your cloak and cradled the child on your chest until she woke up. You ask her for her name, and she has none. All she knows is she’s chained outside because she’s born pale. Her father thought she’s cursed, or that his wife had cheated on him with a vampire. Her mother, not wanting to live in the streets, chose to admit she cheated, and begged for forgiveness. Ever since, the girl has to live near the barn, eating leftovers by the family, while sometimes earning a beating from them if she’s unlucky.
ᛝ You, who is baffled after hearing what the girl just said. She’s probably just anemic. But her family treats her like this? You bundled her up and told her to wait, while you went to her home. She covered her ears, but she could hear screams off in the distance.
ᛝ You, who came back throwing her father’s corpse in front of her. She raised her head only to see you carrying her mother on your shoulder, and her older brother on your other hand, dragged like an unworthy mat. She could see deep wound on their neck, as if you used your nails to pierce through their muscles and flesh.
ᛝ You, who told her to eat and feed. Recently turned vampires need a lot of blood. Especially because she’s wounded and injured. You even show her how to do it with your fangs despite not liking how human blood tasted like.
ᛝ You, who brought the girl home after forcing her to drink all the blood of her family members. After all, is it not sweet as justice? And she really needs to drink them all if she wants to heal. You bathed her, applied ointments on her bruises, and dressed her up in your old dresses from when you’re a baby.
ᛝ You, who named her Charlotte. Charles means ‘free man’ right? So you’ll give her a memento, A name that shows she has broken free. Charlotte, your beloved daughter who you’ll always cherish. Charlotte, who begs you not to hunt for humans, so you settle with buying blood bags from a vampire acquaintance who disguises himself as a doctor in town.
ᛝ You, who tilted your head when he groaned and cried as you finished the story. Isn’t this equal exchange? You helped set her free. If this man doesn’t understand, then you wouldn’t care. You stood up and stopped the fire on purpose, intending to torture him with hunger and hipothermia for his crimes. You’ve heard how he’s a renowned vampire hunter.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who stayed quiet for days. It’s embarrassing. He starts to get delirious and overthinks his decision. On the third day of no food and water, he can hear the door click, and small pitter patters of feet nearing him. When he raised his head, he saw the same girl he wanted to kill.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose nose got hit by the smell of bread. Charlotte makes a sign for him to stay quiet, and feeds him with the bread and water.
“Please don’t misunderstand mama… She’s difficult to understand, but she cares deeply about me.”
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt extreme guilt when she waved her hand at him, and left the room. He’s stuck inside the same dark room again.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who woke up the next day with you already playing the violin again. The fire is started, and his joints are thanking the gods with how tired he was.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who got another smile from you, while you sauntered your way back to him. You grabbed his jaw again, your thumb rubbing his dry lips in mockery as he looked up with fear.
“You see, a little dove came to me… Asking me to let you go yesterday. I would like to refuse, but she insists.” You hummed, your eyes darting to his ears.
“She said… I can take one body part away from you as equal exchange. Then I’ll let you go.” You mumbled, before smiling and rubbing his left helix.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose screams could be heard as you forcefully cut his left ear using a dull blade to amplify the pain. When you’re done, you throw the severed ear inside the scorching fire. He’s fully sobbing now, blood is moving everywhere.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who saw you tear your own skin on your palm, before mixing your blood together. His crying got louder as you grinned at him.
“Now you have my blood in your system, healing you from the inside. What is so different between us now, Mr. Hunter?”
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who passed out from the stress, all he can hear is your laughter. He woke up with his ear already patched with bandages, and his arm burning. When he raised it up, there were clear words of ‘STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER’, presumably carved with the same knife when he was unconscious. His shotgun is already broken into two pieces, his guess is you’ve stomped it to shreds. But he can see some food and clean water, mayhaps left by Charlotte herself.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt something blooming in his heart. Fear, guilt, anger and sadness. Now all he wants to do is to thank the kid. And perhaps not get killed by her bat-shit crazy parent.
A/N : oh god writing this is so fun??? Batshit crazy, psycho YN is actually great! And for clarification, YN gives him blood to stop his infection and heal him. He wouldn't turn into a vampire, it's just a small quantity of blood. Special thanks to the anon that sends me the ask about yan! Vamp hunter and vamp! Reader
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