#vampire!caitlyn

[cherishyunah]

vampire!caitlyn who sends out a flyer looking for a blood donor, knowing her strength is dwindling after not having left her manor in years

vampire!caitlyn who meets human!reader when you're the only one who responds to her flyer, desperate to find a cure to save your sick best friend

vampire!caitlyn who just has to take a drink of your blood to test if you'll be fit for the role, sinking down onto her knees and allowing her fangs to pierce your skin

vampire!caitlyn who hasn't drunk from the source in years, instead relying on blood bags and sheer will, so the second your sweet blood hits her tongue, she's moaning, clamping down even harder

vampire!caitlyn who unleashes her venom into your skin, not enough to turn you but enough to dull the pain of the bite and turn it into sheer bliss, faintly aware you were in ecstasy even while it was hurting

vampire!caitlyn who, once barely finding the will to stop, lies your limp, completely out of it body down with a gentleness that surprises even her, tucking you onto the couch with one of the only blankets she owns

vampire!caitlyn who makes you a glass of water and scrounges the manor for a snack to help raise your blood sugar

vampire!caitlyn who watches over you while you're sleeping, both predator and protector as she observes the soft rise and fall of your chest

vampire!caitlyn who gives you the job even before you wake up, putting a handsome amount of cash in an envelope and then placing it in your hands while you rest

vampire!caitlyn who knows she won't be able to go back to blood bags after that experience, never having felt more alive in decades

vampire!caitlyn who, after you finally come to, watches you leave with a clenched jaw, wondering if she can make it to four days from now — the next time you're due to visit

vampire!caitlyn who, for the following days until your next arrival, spends her waking hours — which unfortunately happen to be all ninety six of them — pacing the halls as you plague her mind

vampire!caitlyn who knows she's well and truly in too deep

[loserabby]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚.     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 vampire!caitlyn kiramman x werewolf!vi x human!reader

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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧     kinktober day thirteen: handcuffs and cuckolding

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :     alternative universe - supernatural creatures, vampire!caitlyn, (alpha) werewolf!vi, throuple/polyamory, established relationship, cuckolding but not in the traditional sense, vampire weaknesses used for sexual purposes (silver that burns as a restraint), handcuffs and use of chains (restraints), light dom/sub influences, dom!caitlyn, switch!vi, sub!reader, top!vi but also brat!vi, biting kink, overstimulation, strapons (sorry no hex strap), squirting, reader and vi wear collars with a chain connecting them and i'm 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 about it, mommy kink, brief breeding kink towards the end 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 :     2,668k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :     anon that requested this i hope your pillow is cold, your water bottle is filled for you without asking, hope you get cracked as much as you want, hope you never come close to stepping on lego. your mind??? so big, your request??? so sexy. also i saw that pic i used in the middle and it awoke something inside of me     [ read on ao3 ]

[ divider credits: 1, 2, 3 ]     [ resources for palestine ]

“Hnghh!— A-Ah, Vi-Violet” Your high keening noises and whines are filling the room, alongside the sound of your dripping pussy being played with. The werewolf in question smirks against the skin of your throat, scenting you as her fingers rub roughly at your oversensitive bundle of nerves and her cock drives in and out of you at a brutal, animalistic pace. “Yes! Yesyesyes!! P-Please, i’m— a-again, yes!”

She feels you start to stiffen up, cunt sucking her strap in tight as you gush around the silicone shaft. “Messy girl,” Her hips slam into yours, your orgasm not slowing Vi’s pace in the slightest and why would it? It wasn’t your first, and it wouldn’t be your last of the night. “That’s it, keep cumming for me. Mommy can’t stop us tonight” she taunts towards Caitlyn, emboldened by the freedom the two of you have — or at least the facade of it.

Your dull, human nails claw at Vi’s back — the vibrant red lines you claw down the tattooed muscles fading almost instantly but the tiny drops of blood you manage to draw have the vampire watching the two of you salivating around her fangs.

“You two are intolerable,” Despite the over present layer of authority in her voice, the underlying neediness when she says this has Vi’s head tipping back with laughter, a devilish grin on the werewolf’s kiss-bitten lips as she turns to look at your vampire girlfriend over her shoulder. Your own neck arches, following her the butch werewolf’s movement as the chain connecting your collars tugs when the short length is pulled taut.

“Big word, feel like you could do bigger” the cocky look on Vi’s face makes Caitlyn raise a perfectly manicured brow, glaring at her girlfriend.

“Believe me, Violet. A whole manner of words are coming to mind right now, but I will bite my tongue and stick with intolerable for now” Dark eyes drift along the hard ridges of Vi’s muscles as though she’s devouring her.

You’ve got your bottom lip drawn between your teeth, excitement and adrenaline flooding throughout as you look between the two with a lustful gaze, lids fluttering as Vi continues her motions — hips jerking and driving her strap deep inside your cunt.

“Yeah, stick with that, cupcake.” Messy strands of red-pink hair fall in front of the werewolves eyes, the room filling with the sounds of your soft moans, the schlick of your soaked pussy being fucked and the clinking of the metal chains connecting your collars hitting as Vi fucks you roughly.

You keen, back arching against the bed with your head thrown back as you feel the tip of her cock hitting your cervix, deep inside of you in a way that feels almost blinding after so many times come undone.

It’s rare you get this, to have freedom from Caitlyn’s dominance and have her out of control. While you’d always remained the submissive one and Caitlyn the dominant, Vi had always switched between the two — the perfect mix for the shared dynamic in the relationship. Caitlyn was well-crafted rules and restraint, it was rare but not impossible for her to allow the two of you some semblance of release from her control.

And tonight? That comes in the form of cuckolding herself with silver handcuffs and chains, forced to watch as you and Vi grow drunk off of the removal of your discipline.

Victims of greed, all Cait had requested was for her pets to wear their collars and chain before she’d allowed you to click the cuffs closed on her wrists and restrict her legs on the chair with the large silver chains. Her silk robe is practically open now, the pale expanse of her chest bare and perky tits teasing you as you watch her hands — still cuffed at the front of her — moving beneath the robe and rubbing slow, deliberate circles against her clit. Her fangs are still dropped, eyes dark and hungry as she watches you get fucked through yet another orgasm.

Your hands come up to grope at your own tit, girlish giggle of surprise when the werewolf above you growls and slaps your hand away harshly, grabbing your breast herself as soon as your hand has been knocked away and roughly grabbing it herself. You’re forced to move your neck awkwardly, watching as the alpha dips her head down to nip her half-elongated fangs against your breast, wanting to mark your flesh with her bite marks fully but leaving faint bite marks instead.

You have to bite at your bottom lip to stop the moans from falling from your lips, your hand falling back to your pussy and gently circling your sopping clit again now that Vi is thoroughly distracted by your tits. “I think she likes it” You manage after a moment, head turning to the side to look back at Caitlyn.

Vi’s eyes follow yours, smirk falling as a needy look replaces it when she sees evidence of the vampires arousal. You feel the reaction it causes the butch, hips stuttering as her thrusts turn sloppy. “Yeah,” she almost sounds breathless, powder blue eyes an open book as she focuses on the delicate, long length of Cait’s fingers on one hand sinking deep inside her cunt, fucking herself with precision that makes the both of your holes clench with need while her other hand practically abuses her tiny clit.

And as sick as it may sound — though with a werewolf and a vampire as girlfriends, you have found that you find many things you would have never thought before hot — the smell of her burning flesh as the silver handcuffs dig into her skin as she fucks herself stupid watching her two pets fuck each other makes your cunt grow slicker than it already was.

“Don’t stop” Caitlyn orders, her voice almost breathless. Or as breathless as an undead being could be. “You were enjoying your control, Violet.” the pointed look the vampire gives the lycan has her whining like a pup, “Keep fucking her. Keep your control and keep making her gush so I can get off to it.”

As if snapping out of her haze, Vi’s smirk fits across her lips again and her large hands slide over your hips, over your ass and under your thighs before she’s hoisting your thighs up over her own hips and driving the strap inside with ferver.

“Shit, shitshitshit— V-Vi, it’s—” with each snap of her hips, her cock drives itself inside you and at this new angle, you’re getting fucked so much deeper than before. The pleasure is overwhelming, a mixture of your over stimulation and the way she’s rutting into you in this new position, and it has you flailing and wailing uncontrollably.

Tears begin to prickle in your eyes, the oh-so-familiar feeling of yet another orgasm taking you by surprise as you fight to try and delay it. But Vi’s already sensed it, picked up on the way your scent changes slightly as your release grows closer and she’s still got that bratty little attitude the both of you know, deep down, that Cait is going to fuck out of her later.

Her thick fingers, claws sprouted and pressing against your skin drawing blood, wrap around the base of her neck and squeeze, making your head go deliciously fuzzy. “Tell your mommy how good it feels taking my cock, tell her how much better it is while she can’t touch us”

Her hold on your windpipe is still tight, the barest amount of air being allowed through and your head still growing fuzzier. Your eyes dart to the vampire, but Caitlyn isn’t even listening to Vi’s taunting — her eyes are dark and hungry, fangs bared as she looks at the teasing rivulets of blood on your throat. You watch as she snarls, tries to get up from the chair only to hiss as the silver binding her burns at her flesh.

You feel the hand around your throat squeeze harder for a moment, maybe two, before you’re released, oxygen rushing into your lungs so fast you gasp for air desperately but Vi doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. Not between the way your pussy is being pounded and the way the hand she’d had around your throat comes up to slap you on the cheek hard to get your attention.

The heat rising against the skin of your cheek paints it a pretty flush colour, your cunt squeezing around her cock as you look up at her dazedly. It takes a beat, another before you remember what Vi was saying, what she’s trying to get you to say when you’re too cock drunk to think straight.

But instead you whimper, tits bouncing with every harsh thrust, as you look back at Caitlyn. “Mo-Mommy, s’feels good”

It’s all you can manage but it’s not good enough for the pink haired lycan. “No, no. What did I say? Tell her it’s better when she can’t touch, when she’s stuck watching and I can just fuck… this… pussy” the last three words are emphasised with even rougher thrusts of her hips, causing you to cry out and babble incoherently. 

Eyes wide, glassy as you watch Caitlyn waiting for your response. She’s uncaring for the way her skin burns against the silver now — legs splayed lazily and spread over the arms of the armchair to bare her panty clad pussy, the fabric translucent due to the arousal dripping from her pale pussy, and she’s roughly toying with her clit over the fabric and pistoning the fingers of her other hand beneath to fuck her pussy as she watches Vi break you.

She gives you a look as if to say you can say whatever you need to say, and despite the entire purpose of this being that you and Vi don’t have to do as you’re told, don’t have to wait for permission, that you and Vi were free to do whatever you pleased and she just had to watch her pets as they did this, the relief of receiving her permission has your chest feeling lighter. “L-Like having you watch, seeing you get… get off on it wh-while Vi fucks me. Makes me s’wet” 

“Good girl” the rasp in Vi’s voice turns to a soft growl before her lips are on yours, her kiss half-consuming as her tongue licks into your mouth. You’re whining against her lips, letting her control the messy kiss as you feel yourself about to come over the edge. Vi must pick up on it again, cause she pulls her lips from yours — string of spit connecting you two — and forces you to look at Caitlyn again. “Watch her, watch your mommy as you fall apart on my cock, alright? You hear that, cupcake? Want you to watch us, watch me fuck her so good I swear I’m gonna fill her with my pups”

Between the way she’s thrusting deep inside of you, the words she’s growling out as she starts to press open mouthed kisses and bites to your throat and Caitlyn’s intense gaze, you feel the coil in your stomach snap and your orgasm rip from you with a scream.

Your overused pussy clenches around Vi’s strap, juices gushing over the two of you as you squirt uncontrollably — too pussy drunk to realise it’s happening as Vi continues to fuck you through it. “That’s it, make another mess all over me, fuck look how good she looks milking my cock, Cait”

Caitlyn’s own orgasm has her head tipped back, body twitching as she works through the aftershocks. The slight of it has Vi’s elongated fangs itching to drop, and she has to bite at your half-healed mating mark to soothe it as she watches needily, collapsing on top of your body as she sates the need.

For a while, the room is silent if not for the sound of the three of you trying to catch your breaths and return to a steading heartbeat. Vi can’t tell if she’s soaked beneath the strap from her clit knocking against the bumper she’d added to her strap or from your copious amounts of arousal that had soaked the two of you over the last few hours.

There’s an air of exhausted weighing down on all three of you, but Caitlyn has plans for the rest of the night. She watches the two of you, Vi’s large build draped all over you on the bed and the only evidence you’re even there being your legs locked around her back and the hint of non-pink hair on the bed, for a moment before she speaks.

“You’ve had enough fun for the night, pets. Time to remember your places” There’s no room for arguments, not with that tone. “Unlink your collars and come over to me, Violet — remove your harness”

How easily the two of you follow her commands, Vi lifting her head from where she’d buried it in your throat and licking her bloody lips as her fingers unhooked the chain connecting you to her. She leaves the chain dangling from her own collar before pulling the length of her strap from your pussy, pupils dialating as she watches your hole twitching, trying to grasp around the cock and suck her back in before standing to remove the harness, dropping it on the floor lazily.

You’re too fucked out, legs likely unable to hold you if you stood, so the werewolf scoops you up in her muscled arms and carries you over to where Caitlyn sits. Her wrists are still handcuffed, her lower body bound by thick silver chains. The key for the handcuffs sits where it has done the entire evening, beside her on the side table and when Vi gently places you on Caitlyn’s lap she places the key in your shaky hands so you can uncuff her. Violet unbinds her from the chains before taking her place on her knees, between the vampires spread thighs, and waiting for her next command.

With her free hands, Caitlyn smoothes a hand up your naked body, delicate fingers curling around your neck and baring your throat to her — the very same side of your mating bite from Vi, still bloody. She takes in a deep inhale, mouth salivating from how good she knows her little human tastes. Dark eyes capture yours first.

“You’re too fucked out to do anything else, aren’t you darling? So you’re going to be a good girl for me and make me feel better, heal me from the burns I endured each time the sight of your pussy drooling around Vi’s cock had me thrashing to fuck you myself. You’re going to let me drink from you until I am better, yes?”

It’s a rhetorical question, not waiting for any response of any kind before her gaze drops to Vi who watches like the needy pup she is. Caitlyn leans forwards slightly, free hand curling her fingers around the dangling chain that connected your collars together and tugging the werewolf closer to her glistening cunt.

“And you? You really let that go to your head, didn’t you. Did you think I’d get angry and take my frustrations out on you, bend you over and fuck you like an animal — like you did to our sweet girl? Were you hoping I would give you a taste of your own medicine?” Vi opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it when a dark navy brow is raised at her. “You’re going to stay there, on your knees and use your mouth to show me if you even deserve to be fucked while I drink. You’ll have to prove yourself, pet…”

Caitlyn’s got her fangs sunk deep inside your mark, the high of her draining your blood making you see colours and filling you with a drug-like pleasure and high, before Vi can even wrap her lips around Cait’s clit, using her mouth to get their girlfriend off desperately.

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[thelastoflosers]

vampire!caitlyn who you meet at a speakeasy in 1925. she’s wearing a navy blue flapper style dress, silvery detailing glimmering in the low light. she’s sitting at the bar drinking something dark that piques your interest.

you slide into the seat next to her, “excuse me, miss, what are you drinking?”

she turns and you see her face. she’s all sharp features, high cheekbones, blue almond eyes, even her full, red lips seem pointed. she’s beautiful and almost handsome in a way. it draws you in. you tell yourself it’s just the alcohol in your system that makes you feel a pull to her, like you need to lean in when she looks at you.

“what, darling?” her voice is twinged with an accent.

“i asked about your drink.” your eyes flicker to her glass, the liquid looks almost crimson but it’s not the alcohol that has your attention now. “are you english?”

“it’s nothing you would like,” she chuckles and waves her hand as if to dismiss the topic, “and yes, i’m english.”

“that’s incredible! how long are you visiting america for?” you place an elbow on the bar to rest your face in the palm of your hand.

she smirks, almost catlike, like she’s not telling you everything, “im not visiting, dear. i’ve lived here for a long, long time.”

“really? do you miss it?”

she shakes her head, “i’ve seen what there was to see. i’m traveled the world before settling.” she whispers the last sentence as if she was letting you in on a secret.

“where have you been? why pick boston?” you’ve leaned into her space, like a child at story time, tell me more.

“do you want to go for a walk? i’ll tell you all about it, it’s just a bit too warm in here for me.” she has a mischievous glint her eyes but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“sure!” you hop from your bar stool.

as caitlyn leads you towards the door she places a hand on the small of your back. her hands are cool and commanding like she’s steering you exactly where she wants you. your belly flutters at the thought.

caitlyn walks with you along the harbor. the dock workers and sailors have long retired for the night and the only sounds are the clicking of your heels, caitlyn’s voice, and the ocean. she tells you she’s likes the quiet, the privacy.

also also tells you of her travels. she’s been to almost the entirety of europe, asia, and africa but she enjoys the grittiness of boston.

“but you’re so young? how have you gone so far?”

“i’m not as young as i look,” she winks, “and opportunity. i have no need to work. no husband. no children. there’s nothing holding me back. so why not explore?”

“so you’re rich, then?” maybe it’s a rude question but this stranger as already let you into so many secret you feel there is no harm in asking.

she laughs, “wealthy. not rich. i’m wealthy with experiences, not money.”

you shake your head and chuckle, “so you con your way through traveling?”

“so many question.” she teases. it doesn’t go unnoticed that she avoids the question. she turns and leads you down an alleyway. sea smoke has settled in the area, making the alcove eerie.

“are you sure we should we go in there?” you pause at the entrance, not yet daring to step in between the two buildings.

caitlyn turns and something flickers on her face just for a moment. anger? confusion? annoyance? but it’s gone before you can decipher it.

“it’s just a shortcut back to the speakeasy. you seemed chilled, i figured you’d enjoy a quicker route. but we do not need to take it, of course.” her heels click as she makes her way back to you.

as if on cue a shiver runs through you and feel the goosebumps prickle up your skin.

“no, you’re right, it’s cold. we can go.” this time you lead the way through the alley.

the buildings are so close together the two of you have to walk single file instead of side by side. you’re almost to the end of the alley when you realize you don’t know the way back to the speakeasy. you pause to ask left or right but before you can you feel cold hands slip around your waist. the gesture almost seemed romantic, or it would have, if you hadn’t felt the cool cut of stone into your back afterwards.

when you gather yourself you’re face to face with caitlyn. even in your heels she was taller than you and her palms rested on the bricks beside you head to cage you against the wall.

“what are you doing?” you ask and it comes out in a hushed whisper. your hands find her waist. she was leaned in close to you, like she was going to kiss you. you part your lips, embarrassingly eager, but instead her head dips into your neck and she whispers, “don’t worry i’ll be quick.”

you feel something sharp prick the artery that runs through your neck and you gasp. your hands rise up to her shoulder to shove her away. you push with all of your force but it was like she was made of stone, unmoving. we you realize any attempts to escape are useless you dig your nails into her skin. needing something to ground you from the dizziness flooding your head. you feel the bite of dull human teeth then the softness of a tongue like she was latching onto your neck. if you hadn’t felt the initial bite you might have thought she was trying to suck a love bite into your neck.

your breathing is fast and you’re heartbeat is fighting the draining of your blood. pounding hard in your chest as if it could run away from all of this. black seeps into the edges of your vision and you don’t feel scared anymore. you feel drunk, floaty, almost like the high you feel after an orgasm.

caitlyn’s mouth lets up from the side of you neck. she pulls away far enough that you can see crimson spilled down her chin, her chest, into her dress. she looks like she’s high, eyes squinted and a big, dopey, red smile. you wonder if you tasted like alcohol, if she was drunk off of you.

somewhere in your mind it makes sense. the maroon drink back at the speakeasy, how she’s traveled the world, no need for money.

you touch your neck expecting to find a mess of torn skin and blood but there are no wounds, just crescents where her human teeth sunk into your skin. you feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. you’re panting and fighting it but it’s a losing battle. caitlyn lowers you to the ground and you shutter. you wonder if you’ll be found by police, just another drunkard. killed by too much fun.

the last thing you see before fading away are heels clicking away from you and caitlyn raising a bloody hand to her face to suck away the remainders of you.

[grafdumbass]

A collection of my rendered spooky arts for Halloween!

Row 1: Shimmerbeast!Caitlyn | Vampire!Cait and Werewolf!Vi Row 2: Vampire!Vi | Werewolf!Cait Row 3: Vampire!Cait | Werewolf!Vi Row 4: Werewolf!Cait | Vampire!Vi

I... really have a thing about werewolves and vampires, could you tell? I honestly think I prefer Cait as the werewolf and Vi as the vampire.

[yameoto]

something in me has stirred. i must!

oh my god oh MY GOD. my cunt just became the Pacific Ocean

on a serious note this moved me . like oh i can't believe you really did this. you are the greatest. the tiny woof... the teeny pfft... cute God. @undersimi you are the greatest.

[wrong-way-sir]

Pleasure and Consumption

• Rated: Explicit

• Written by: inkflwr on ao3 (aka me)

• Word Count: 10k

• Chapters: 1/1 (more coming possibly)

• Trope: Vampire and Human

• Kinks: Blood Play

•link to read:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61961788

[s0rinsleeps]

Bwampp

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Maybe a vampire vi/jinx/caitlyn x fem! Reader? Your pick of who if that'd be alright

How about all of theeeeem?!!!!!! Like I said I won't write gay relationships, that includes lesbian relationships, sorry for not clearing up. But I think if I write the reader GN it will suffice? Sorry about that. I hope you still enjoy it in some way. Warnings: Blood, Blood sucking, hot blood sucking, a few punches (come on it's Vi what do you expect), some kisses

Vi

The first time you had ever caught her eye was during a brawl. You weren't the fighter type and it was painfully obvious from your wild swings and missed hits.

You weren't even able to keep up some sort of defence. When Vi had spotted the brawl she had sighed but upon seeing your hopeless position she had had to interfere.

"Hey assholes! How about you take on someone who can actually fight back?" She spit out onto the stone beneath her feet and readied her stance.

Upon glancing at her, the three dudes that had cornered you laughed.

"Awww, did yo mama come to pick you up?" They laughed at you and one shoved you so the other could kick you in the stomach.

You coughed violently and a bit of vomit escaped you.

"Hey you rats. I'm right here!" Vi had taken a hold on a rusty iron rod and violently swung it against the knee of one of them.

His scream made you flinch. Wide eyed you saw the girl punching out the lights of one of the two remaining men.

She took a punch to her head an shook it to regain her bearings. Then she kicked the last one down.

"Yeah, scramble off you filth." Her voice was venomous as she spoke to them and they grumbling took their leave.

As she turned to your still heaving form she frowned.

"Hey, I'm Vi. Are you okay?" She squatted down next to you. Your eyes were wide with fear. Maybe she would try to take your money too.

When she opened her palm towards you, you very cautiously took it. Immediately you winced and yanked your hand back. A big nasty cut had split open your palm and in your moment of awe you had forgotten.

As you looked into her eyes again something flashed dangerously in them.

"I would be careful with that sweetcheeks... Not everyone out here can stomach blood."

You eyes were transfixed on her teeth. Her canines looked awfully pointy and long. When she took a step forward, you took one back until your back hit the wall.

"You're a vampire.", you whispered.

You had heard of them before. Killing people,sucking them dry without mercy.

Vi held up her hands in surrender. "I won't hurt you. Let me take a look at that hand, please."

Shaking like a leaf you curled into yourself. Slowly oh so slowly she brought one hand onto your shoulder. She was warm, gentle.

"If you want, I can heal it, while having a taste."

Something must have posessed you, because you nodded once you saw her alluring grin. She took your hand gently into hers while caging you in with the other arm. Her gaze was molten lava on your skin.

Very carefully she brought your cut hand up to her lips. Then she pressed a kiss to your palm.

Now you were shuddering for a whole other reason. Her eyes locken onto yours and she gently licked your palm, sucking, kissing all the while.

Heat spred through your entire body and she hummed upon tasting you.

"You are awfully sweet. Maybe I should call you candy, since you taste like the sweetest thing I've ever had."

As she pressed a kiss to your wrist, a whimper escaped you. You face was burning up.

She lowered your hand again, which didn't hurt anymore and leaned in close. Her lips next to your ear.

"I wonder if you are this sweet everywhere."

Caitlyn

When you heard her frustrated groan you looked up from your reading place on her bed.

"What is it, Cat?"

She walked over and fell onto her bed next to you, face first.

"The blood bank has been robbed. Which means no dinner for me. Yey, lucky me. Just as I have been abstinent for one week."

Her voice was muffled but her words reached you very clearly. Oh shoot. You knew how much she hated drinking blood but even she needed to. And if she went without it long enough she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"What about your donors? Surely one can donate some?" Your worry bled into your voice.

She shook her head and turned to face you. "They are contacting all donors but until they have enough blood, for everyone who needs it, it will take at least another week. The first blood bags will go to those in most need. To the hospitals and orphanages. Everyone else should be able to get by for one week."

She was biting her lip, her pointy canines capturing your attention.

Now it was your turn to bite your lips. She needed the blood. The longest she had gone without had been a week and two days. She wouldn't be able to control herself for another week and if she did the pain would be immense.

You didn't want her in pain. Which led you to your next question. "Say, Cat, have you ever fed on someone directly?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking.

"No. Never. It's frowned upon in the circles my parents belong to. Only lower class vampires can't afford blood bags." She smiled. "I couldn't hurt anyone that way."

"What if someone were to offer it. Hypothetical of course."

Her eyes widened. She had cought on to the reason for your question. "I would decline, hypothetically of course."

You slid closer to her, wanted her to see how genuine you were. Your breath fanned her face and she gulped noticably. "And if that someone was a close friend of yours. And worried about your health and really really wanted you to feed on them... Only hypothetical."

Her gaze had turned hungry and she couldn't help it as she eyed your neck and the pulsing veins there.

"It would be a lot harder to decline. In theory."

You craned your neck, and fluttered your eyelashes. "Please Cat. Please. I'm worried for you. You need to stay healthy."

Another gulp. Her throat felt too dry. The hunger gnawing in her stomach made her question why she would ever decline something like that from you. The only person she had ever wanted to drink from.

She was above you in a flash, pinning your arms to the bed, sitting on your hips. "You are unfair. How can I say no when your blood sings out for me.", she practically whined.

You tilted your head to the side and looked up at her. "I trust you. I love you."

Her mouth was on your throat faster than you could blink. But she hadn't bitten you yet. With desperate puffs of air she mouthed along your throat, kissed your jawline and licked a stripe down the side of your neck till she got to the point where she could feel your quick pulse under her lips.

She pressed the softest of kisses there and goosebumps erupted all over your skin.

Then you felt the press of her teath and squeezed your eyes shut at the pain.

You felt her suck and knew, that you would carry a hickey as soon as she let go.

Tears escaped your eyes and you grit your teeth. She needed this to survive. You didn't want her to go hungry.

A sniffle escaped you and immediately she let go.

"Oh. Oh no. Oh Bunny. Look at me. I am so sorry."

She cradled your face between her hands and her brows furrowed in concern.

"This is why I don't feed directly."

"It's fine Cat. It just hurt a bit. But you are more important that a bit of pain. You know why?" Her reaction to your offer had made you bold. "The I love you wasn't only meant as a friend. Hypothetically."

She laughed at that. "I would say, that hypothetically speaking I return those feelings." She kissed your cheeks and the pucture wounds on your neck.

When you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her down she collapsed onto you. immediately snuggling her face into your neck.

"Thank you Bunny, that you did that for me."

"Always Cat. For your, always."

Jinx

You had known that a Vampire was after you the second you left the house. You had heard reports before and it almost made you laugh, how accurate the descriptions had been.

The shadows seemed just that little bit darker, while an eerie silence wrapped around you like thick fog. People and animals alike seemed to avoid you. You felt the hairs at your neck stand up.

Hell you knew what that all meant but why did no report mention how to behave in such a situation? What should you do? Scream for help? No one would listen. People in the Undercity rather looked away than getting involved. They would be happy that you were the one being killed, not them.

No one cared for some stranger like you were.

Finally you decided on the most stupid thing. You turned into a narrow alley and called out into the dark.

"Hello. I know you are there. Please come out and talk to me. I am scared of you."

You heard a person landing on the floor behind you and whipped around. Before you a skinny girl stood with the biggest bluest eyes you had ever seen. No way in hell, was she a vampire.

She curiously looked at you and stalked around you.

Okay, scratch that. She walked like an absolute predator.

Her voice was surprisingly rough when she finally started talking. "Noooooo.", she drawled out. "I didn't wanna hurt you. You look just so kind and I wanted a friend."

In the blink of an eye she was before you again and you flinched back. She tilted her head at that and laughed.

"Listen, the thing is I was abandoned time and time again. And I didn't want that to happen with you so I settled on just watching you instead of approaching. Do you get that?" She sounded almost nervous and you couldn't help but admire her long blue hair.

Weirdly enough, you did understand. Her childlike gaze made you relax your tense shoulders.

"You know, that stalking isn't exactly a good way of gaining friends. Like I said, you scared me."

She stood on her tiptoes and put her face as close to yours as she could. "Scared... as in past?"

Her nose almost brushed you jaw. Uncertainly you nodded and that seemed to please her.

"You just smell so deliciously. I couldn't help myself."

"Well, now I am scared again."

She laughed at that. "I won't hurt you. I would never hurt someone I love." Suddenly she whipped around and screamed into the alley. "No shut up, shut up. I wouldn't!"

As she looked at you again she seemed out of breath. "Sorry 'bout that. Sometimes they're mean to me."

You had furrowed your brows in concers. She was just another teenager who had been abused by the undercity. Her psyche wearing the damage like a badge of honor for everyone to see.

You exhaled, having made up your mind. What more could you loose than your life? Hell you certainly needed a friend as well. So what if she was crazy? That would only make things interesting.

"I believe you. You wouldn't hurt me intentionally. So how about we grab a bite somewhere and get to know each other?"

You looked at each other and suddenly broke out in laughter at your wording.

"You know, I could grab a bite right here." She giggled.

"Would you want to?", you asked, suddenly serious. And she stopped giggling her eyes as big as they could get.

"You would let me?", she breathed in disbelieve.

You nodded. "Why not? I mean if you wanted to seriously hurt me you would have already and I don't think the start to our friendship is in any way normal, so why not make it a bit more absurd?"

She grinned widely at that. "No, I won't take to much!", she suddenly said and looked around wildly.

Maybe she did scare you a bit. But you had always been way too trusting and kind. You felt your heart hurt for her.

Taking a slow step forward you enveloped her in a hug. "It's okay. You can feed. You must be hungry."

You felt something wet on you shoulder and she began to shake in your grip. "So hungry.", she whined.

She bit down on your neck without a warning and you groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", she mumbled as well as she could. Her tears wet on your skin or maybe it was your blood running down your neck.

Finally she released you, her eyes shiny and big.

"I hurt you, didn't I? Now you are gonna leave me, hate me." She looked around wildly. " I know. I know. I shoudn't have!"

Her hand gripped her other arm and you saw her nails sinking in. "Please just let me be!!"

As softly as possible you took her face into your hands. "It's fine. It only hurt a bit. And it was worth it if it means you aren't hungry anymore."

Her gaze on you was almost reverent and her arms hang limply at her sides. "You mean that?"

You nodded. "I do. And now, that that's taken care of. I think it's time for introductions."

She repeated your name once you had introduced yourself and grinned. "I'm Jinx."

The following hug was long and needed.

You hugged her back as tightly as you could.