♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › vampire au, vampire!jay, human!reader, fem!reader, swearing, vague descriptions of violence, implied sexual activity, jay calls reader sweetheart, reader is a snob and jay is an ass.
♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › being what is essentially a bodyguard for a school which plays hosts to both humans and vampires isn't exactly your idea of a good time. especially when one particular ass-of-a-vampire makes it his personal mission to piss you off. even more especially when he ends up rescuing you.
♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › my beta reader is grammerly so apologies if there's still mistakes.
An elite boarding school for the rich, the famous, the academically gifted, and, of course, vampires. A school full of cocky kids, spoiled brats and blood-sucking demons. What could go wrong?
A lot, in your humble opinion, but you are determined not to let it be so.
Although it is common knowledge among the regular students that the students in the east dorm building are vampires, the school found it best to keep the mortal and immortal separate. Not only do night classes better suit the fanged students, but it decreases the chances of day students offering up their blood or night students coercing them into doing so.
However, there are always students out to cause trouble. Whether it be hungry night students skipping class or love-struck day students sneaking out of their dorm, there are enough behavioural issues to warrant a security patrol. With a school as prestigious and pricey as yours, one would expect them to hire the best in the business, highly skilled and trained professionals. Well, one would be wrong.
Who would hire a professional security team when they could just straddle the borderline of child labour and enlist students to patrol the grounds?
Satisfied that no delinquent students are creeping around the top floor, you head towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. You reach the stairs and freeze seeing a figure at the bottom, sitting on the windowsill. Poised like a great artist's muse, one leg reaches down to the ground and the other is cocked up on the window ledge to offer their arm a place of rest. Their head rests against the glass, chin angled up, eyes closed.
Pretentious fuck, you think. No way anyone actually sits like that. This is likely just some egotistical night class student waiting for an innocent day class student to walk by and become enthralled by their beauty.
"You should be in class," you say loudly as you descend the stairs.
The student turns to you and, lo-and-behold, their eyes glow red. “Y/N. My favourite human."
"Get to class, Jay," you say sternly. Of all the night class students it had to be him.
"Come on now, Y/N," he says, jumping off the ledge as you reach the landing. His voice is both sultry and teasing.
"No need to be so cold," he continues, reaching out to brush the hair away from your neck. "Especially when your blood is so warm."
You slap his hand away before he can touch you. "You're disgusting,” you spit, trudging down the rest of the stairs.
Using his enhanced speed, Jay meets you at the bottom. “You know you love me, Y/N.”
“When pigs fly," you retort, shouldering past him.
“Funny. Last semester during home weekend, I don't remember seeing any winged swine." His smirk is crystal clear in his voice when he says, “But maybe I was just distracted.”
Breath catching, you whip around and ram your hand against Jay's throat, shoving him against the banister. "You prick."
"Whoa," Jay chuckles. "This isn't how I remember it. Not bad, though."
"Shut up," you say through gritted teeth. "I was drunk and you know it."
"Yes, but so was I, sweetheart."
"Meaning that neither of us was thinking straight. There's a reason it only happened once."
"Ahh, so you finally admit it happened." Jay smirks and it hits you that this was his goal: all he wanted was for you to finally admit what you had been passionately denying for the past two months. Jay finds a devious amount of joy in pissing off others, and reminding you of your drunken dalliance never fails to rile you up.
Determined not to let him make a fool of you any longer, you shoot him your deadliest glare then turn on your heel, barking, “Get to class!” as you walk away.
Over the next week, Jay makes it his personal mission to find you during your guardian shifts and do everything in his power to annoy the shit out of you. And every time you get the urge to kick him in the balls, you have to remind yourself that any reaction you give him, no matter how violent, will only reward him.
“You know, I have some relatives coming to visit soon,” Jay says as you make your rounds through the gardens on Friday night, your last guardian shift for the month.
“Didn’t ask,” you say, trying to walk faster, but of course, Jay easily keeps up with your pace.
“They’re only coming for a couple of days to see if they’re interested in attending the school.”
Jay chuckles. “Of course you do.” He halts his steps with a sigh, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Ah, alas, I have Business Studies to attend to.”
“Oh, you’re leaving? What a shame,” you quip with an eye roll, barely pausing to flash him a sarcastic smile before walking away from him.
Jay grins his devilish grin. “I know you’ll miss me.”
“Yes, you will,” he calls.
You hear a chuckle followed by a gust of wind, probably from Jay either jumping onto the nearest building ledge or running to the nearest entrance to avoid being scolded for tardiness.
Letting out a breath, you relish in the newfound quiet. Some crickets and other nocturnal bugs serenade you as you stroll through the west garden, and you can faintly hear the centre-piece fountain softly bubbling somewhere ahead of you. Moments like these are a rare positive to your guardian role. The cool night air washes the tension out of your muscles, and a serene smile slips onto your lips. You wish you could stay here all night, but you know you can't. So, you make your way through the garden and start patrolling behind the cobblestone buildings. These west buildings are a hotspot for first years trying to get a glimpse of the vampire students.
Rounding the corner, the garden trees begin to thicken and close in on each other, forming a lush forest, the beauty and vibrance of which is only highlighted by the silvery rays of moonlight streaming through the foliage. The only sound out here is the soft wind rustling the outer branches of the trees and the occasional owl. So when a twig snaps, it sounds like an explosion. Head whipping in the direction of the sound and hand sliding the retractable staff strapped to your thigh, you make your way into the trees. In your three years of being a guardian, you’ve taken out the staff many times to scare students back to their dorms, but only twice have you actually used it. The prickle running up your spine tells you tonight may be number three.
“I know you’re there,” you call into the night, the stars and moon lighting your way through the trees. “It’s forbidden for both day and night students to be out here without a teacher at this time of night.”
“Luckily, we’re not students,” says a malicious voice behind your. Definitely not a student.
Your training kicks in as you slide the staff out of its strap and extend it, spinning around to aim the pole at the throat of the stranger. He’s wearing a dark suit but it's not a school uniform. His skin has a recognisable discolouration to it.
“Who are you, vampire?” you snarl.
“Travellers,” he drawls, eyes flashing red. “Travellers looking for a snack.”
“Well, you won’t find one here,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Oh, I disagree.” He chuckles, then glances over your shoulder. A cold hand grips your elbow. You dislodge it quickly, spinning and smashing your staff into the owner’s stomach, sending them and their ridiculous green suit to the hard ground.
“Ooh, it can fight,” laughs a new voice.
Not fond of the idea of being ganged up on, you pivet and aim the end of your staff at the first vampire’s neck. He dodges it effortlessly. Feet planted, you twist your upper body to the left, jabbing your staff at his abdomen. He dodges again, predictably stepping to the right where you’ve already kicked out with your right foot. It lands square on his chest, pushing him to the ground with his first accomplice. His second accomplice, the third vampire in total, steps out from the trees.
Her velvet dress drags across the grass as she strolls toward you. “You look tasty.”
“Oh, yeah?” you ask, lowering my stance. “Shame you’ll never know for sure.”
She lunges, clawed hand outreached. You hit her hand away with your staff. She lunges again. You sidestep her, then drop and sweep your leg under her feet. She hits the ground but regains her stance quickly.
“You filthy human,” she growls.
You laugh. From their suits and her dress and the arrogance that radiates off them, you guess that they’re vampires with a high social status: Level B, one power at least, fifty-fifty chance that they have any sort of formal combat training. Judging from how you’ve managed to knock all three down, it seems they have no training. This should be easy enough then.
The female charges again, a pitchy scream ripping through her. You duck and roll. She stumbles but keeps her upright position. You jump up and charge at her, staff glinting in the moonlight. But before you can jam it into her stomach, a chilling breeze blows across the grass and suddenly there is a pool of mud under you. Your foot slips on the wet ground. Your ankle rolls. You hit the ground. Hard. Any air in your lungs is knocked out of you. Your staff rolls out of your hand.
Fuck. Stupid vampires and their stupid powers. Groaning, you push yourself to sit up. The vampires laugh and the sludge under you disappears. You look up and watch as they stalk towards you, laughing and baring their fangs. Your ankle burns, but you refuse to die this way. You reach for your staff.
“Hey!” a male voice booms, followed by a thump as the owner lands on the ground next to your.
The trio of vampires stops their prowl.
“Jay,” the first vampire says with an arrogant smile. “Cousin, what a coincidence. Come to share a meal?”
Your gaze snaps up to Jay. Cousin? Are these the cousins he was talking about not half an hour ago?
“Actually,” Jay drawls. “I’ve come to collect my property.”
“Your property?” the female asks, looking between Jay and you. “You mean this human is yours?”
Jay turns his head to look down at you, his eyes flashing red. “Indeed, she is.” He lowers himself down to one knee and hooks his finger under your chin. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Your face heats up with annoyance. In any other scenario, you would slap his hand away and spit on his face, calling him all kinds of foul names, but in this scenario, sprawled on the ground before three blood-thirsty monsters and one arrogant prick, you figure your chances of survival are higher with the vampire who at least has the decency to pretend to swear off of human blood.
Choking down your pride, you mumble, “Yes."
“Good girl,” Jay says before slipping his arm around your waist and hoisting you off the ground, pulling you to his side.
He brushes a leaf out of your tangled hair and you glance up at him, surprised to see a hint of tenderness in his eyes as they meet yours. But he turns back to his relatives before you can determine whether it was a trick of the moonlight or if he really was concerned.
“Now that you know this human is mine, I’d appreciate it if you would leave her alone,” Jay says flatly.
“But we’ve been travelling for so long just to see you. Surely, you wouldn’t mind—"
“Oh, please,” begs the green-suited vampire pitifully. “We promise not to drink too much. And there’s a whole town nearby with plenty of yummy boys and girls, so if we do, you can just—”
“No!” Jay growls, making his three cousins and you collectively flinch. His grip on your waist tightens in what your hope is an attempt to reassure you. “If you’re so interested in the town, how about you leave us alone and go there yourselves?”
The vampires pause, sharing looks. “You’re being very inconsiderate, Jay.”
Jay doesn’t respond, only glowers at them.
The female huffs. “Fine, we’ll go. I highly doubt this human would satisfy us anyway. Goodbye, cousin.”
And they’re gone, disappearing into the misty forest. Squawking birds spray up out of the trees, their sleep disturbed by the three vampires speeding through their habitat. Only once the birds have settled back to their branches does Jay relinquish his hold on you, exhaling and stepping back, dragging his hands through his onyx hair.
“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles. “They can’t even go ten minutes without attacking someone.”
Thoroughly terrified, your mind stutters and your body shudders. Both cry out for bed onto which you can collapse and sleep away the events of this evening. Taking a step forward, a hiss rips up your throat as your ankle buckles under the weight of your body, pain tearing through you like a ferocious clawed animal.
“Y/N!” Jay catches you before you hit the ground. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you nod. “My ankle. Your cousins fight dirty.”
"I'll take you to the nurse."
You shake my head. "She won't be there. Night class can usually heal on their own."
"You won't do anything. I'm taking myself back to the day class dorms. There's a first aid kit in the kitchen."
"Okay. We'll go there." And then, as though you are nothing more than a single blade of grass, Jay scoops you into his arms and starts towards the west dorm block.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you splutter, flailing in his arms. "I said I'll take myself."
He holds you tighter against his chest. The solidity and warmth are somewhat calming. "Don't be stupid. There's no way you'd make it there on your own."
"I'm not stupid," you snarl, reaching up to flick his forehead as hard as you can.
He flinches then returns the act, pinching your side. "Then let me take you there."
"Fine, but you don't have to carry me."
You scoff. "Why? Because I'm your property?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N," Jay says, maintaining his swift pace. "I didn't mean it at all."
“Then why did you say it?”
Jay sighs. "Long story. Let's just say they're very old-fashioned."
The hint of pain in his expression is unmistakable and you decide not to ask a follow-up question. You’re more concerned with the state of your ankle anyway. "Can we speed this up?"
"You're so demanding," Jay says, dramatising exasperation in his voice. Yet, he continues, "Hold on tight, sweetheart."
"Unless you want another broken ankle."
You roll your eyes. "First of all, it's not broken, just twisted. Second of all, are you insinuating that you're too weak to carry me?"
Jay laughs. "As if." And without another word, he takes off, leaving your yelp of surprise far behind in the forest.
In a little under three seconds, you find yourself being unceremoniously plopped onto a stainless steel benchtop in a large kitchen lit only by the silver moonlight pouring through the window. You have to blink the shock away. You knew vampires were fast but that was something else.
"Where's the first aid kit?" Jay asks.
"Cupboard above the fridge. And there's ice packs in the freezer.” You gingerly lift your foot onto the bench and slide off your shoe and sock. Blotches of bruises are forming already.
"Here." Jay is beside you, holding an ice pack wrapped in a floral hand towel.
You take it from him and hold it against your ankle, grumbling, “Your cousins suck.”
Jay sits beside you, smiling. “I know.”
“If they didn’t have powers, they’d be so dead.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You don’t care that I just insinuated killing your cousins?”
Jay snorts. “As if. I don’t give a fuck about them. You, on the other hand…”
Your traitorous heart skips a beat. You turn your face away from his gaze. “You’re so full of shit.”
“So what’s your power then?” you ask, cutting him off. You've always assumed Jay was a Level C vampire with his head incredibly far up his own ass, but after seeing his relatives use an elemental power you now know he must also be Level B. And not that you'd ever tell him, but there is a twinge of curiosity in you wanting to know what other power Jay possesses.
"Oh? You're asking about me? Do you wish to be closer to me?"
You scoff. "Forget I asked."
He's silent for long enough that you almost think he won't reply, but, of course, he does. Leaning in close enough that his warm breath brushes against your skin, he whispers, "Guess."
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "Screw you."
Jay laughs. Then his laughter fades and you can feel his eyes burning holes into you. You turn to find him staring at your now swollen ankle, a furrow between his brows.
"Stop staring at me," you tell him. "I'll go to the nurse’s office first thing in the morning."
"Okay." A beautiful silence. Then… “You know…" Jay says in a sing-song-ish way that has you preemptively rolling your eyes.
"What, Jay?" you sigh, mentally preparing yourself for whatever obnoxious nonsense he's about to throw at you.
Shrugging coyly, he slips his hands into his pant pockets. "Now, I'm not saying you have to… but… I just think… you wouldn’t have to go to the nurse’s office if you just let me bite you and turn you.”
You sigh again. “You and I both know you can’t do that, Jay. Only purebloods can turn humans.”
“And fail miserably. No biting.”
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