Dr Hyde & His Bride
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark/Soft Dark Dr Hyde Steve Rogers/Undead Bride Female Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/autumnrose40/694627699858227200/shes-alive ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warnings: Gore and blood and just all around dark tones, if dark writing isn’t your thing, look away now. As always, minors DNI, this is not for you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mentions Of Lloyd Hansen & Ransom Drysdale As The Jack The Ripper Twins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Shall we keep her dear husband?” you wonder out loud, your voice filled with wonder.
Steven regards you and the wayward baby left behind by the family they just killed….normally he wouldn’t care about such things, but the way you hold the baby to you and your body, the almost soft wonder as you gaze down at the smiling baby….makes him swallow thickly.
He liked you like this…..soft, for something, when normally you are soft for nothing and no one, not even him. But then he never wants your softness, he wants everything else, truth be told he didn’t know you had any more softness left in you, “Alright love.”
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It’s not hard to care for a baby when it’s a baby who is so silent and well behaved. She rarely cries, rarely whines, she just loves to be held, fed and to sleep. An easy enough little one. Steven is glad for it.
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The first time the little one watches them take someone apart, she watches with a rattle in her little chubby hands. Her young eyes taking in the brutal and bloody scene without a care in the world. You smile at her, so much dark love in your eyes before you look to Steven.
The dark smirk on his face, makes you all but tackle him to the bloody and dirty floor, the way you kiss him is raw and needy, his answering growl just makes you rake your sharp nails down his chest drawing blood.
He flips you both and pins you to the floor, his mouth finding yours once more.
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You and Steven only leave the house at night. All the clothes in the world can only hide so much of….what is wrong with you, the scars, the areas were you were sewed back together will always stand out, your skin paler than it ever should be. These are things people would notice.
But at night it’s easier to hide, even so….as you, Steven and your little one in your arms take a walk during the cool month of October, your favorite month, a pretty woman with a big mouth see’s the scars on your face, around your mouth and eyes.
Steven silences her scream with a gloved hand to her mouth and a hand around her throat as he pushes her into an alleyway. You watch as he strangles the life from her, the baby girl in your arms now asleep amongst the death happening just steps away from her.
When Steven stands up, some of his hair has fallen into his eyes, the blonde of the strands soft under the street lamp at the end of the alleyway. When he nears you as his eye lashes sweep up and his blue eyes gaze into your own, you gently pull him closer by his petticoat and give him a filthy kiss, “My dark angel.” you whisper into it before letting him deepen the kiss.
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You don’t know it yet, but your little girl is going to grow up more bloodthirsty than you but just as smart as your Steven…..
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20 YEARS LATER............
You stand tall, staring down coldly at the man who tried to hurt you like the fool he was. You parents, one doctor hyde and his undead bride, your mother and father standing in the alleyway, watching silently in the shadows. You know they’re there and they know you know it. Ever your silent deadly protectors.
They taught you well, and while your blood thirst was more for for ones who did you wrong, ones hell bent on hurting you or others, even in that, it was....off. Often times, killing ones who simply looked at you wrong, so maybe, more like your mother then you thought, although, your father could be worst, more so if someone dared to hurt you or his wife.
You have always wanted for nothing, and with the poor being everywhere, and the rich even worse, it was easy to....feed the darkness in you, only killing could bring. Your parents have long been proud of you and it makes you smile now as you watch the light fade from this fancy gentlemen's eyes.
He was a raping fool, known in this city, untouchable by the police.....well now he was a dead fool and really, you did this city a favor.
As you finally turn to the alleyway behind you and join your parents, they hug you tightly, your father kissing your forehead, while your mother kisses your cheek, you smile, glad to have them supporting you, loving you.
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The men across the street in their own alleyway, watch you hungrily. The women of this town boiled their blood like nothing else and the women deserved to die like the whores they where, but you.....you were different, a beautiful dark angel and....they simply had to meet you.....have you....taste you....