Okay but imagine a freshly turned aka very strong MC rebelling against her sires aka The Sisters, not giving two fucks about her "leader" commanding her (well, trying to) to calm tf down because that´s just who MC is, right? Girl just doesn´t cope well with being told what to do - she never did. Especially if it´s Tanya, lol.
(Some things just never change Ig. 🤷🏻♀️)
So ye, there´s lots of snarling and hissing (mostly from MC) and things are thrown around and ripped to shreds in vampiric rage (the sisters made sure Carmen´s precious vases were safely stored beforehand - far, far away from all that rage), and then you´ve got Tanya and Irina trying their best to calm their out-of-control wife, utterly torn between reprimanding that oversized toddler and cooing at it, and then you´ve got Kate-
...aka The Doofus currently (or still) stuck in the wall because she´s been too busy making heart eyes at her furious wife to care about anything else (that includes being thrown into said wall):
Kate, halfway stuck upside down in the wall: "Fuck...she´s so damn sexy when she´s angry, right?"
Tanya & Irina, who would really appreciate another pair of hands to help contain their out-of-control wife: "KATE!"
honestly rook is one of my favorite potential yandere characters lol.
yandere Vampire Hunter Rook finding you, a weak and hungry vampire feasting on some poor soul that stayed out too late. when you finally notice Rook, you try pouncing on him and using him as another source of food but Rook can only just laugh in pity at your attempts to get him. he immediately counters you and slams you into the nearest wall, pinning you so you can’t get free or attack him. he holds you down with one hand and taunts you by cutting his wrist on something sharp (that was nearby) and holds it by your mouth but not as close as to where you can freely drink from him. you grit your teeth and ask him why he doesn’t kill you already instead of playing with a predator. he simply chuckles and says something on the lines of “ah but you’re too interesting to kill mademoiselle. you have caught my eyes. and i’m afraid that once something does catch my eyes, it never leaves my sight.” finishing rather darkly. “ah but where are my manners, forgive me.” he moves his wrist to where your mouth can drink and as soon as he does, you latch onto him drinking whatever you can. feeling drained enough the odd hunter pulls his wrist away and bandages up the wound (he’s also pulled away from you which was nice). full from the meal you sit down rubbing your eyes and almost immediately fall asleep to which Rook chuckles. you were obviously a young vampire, turned not that long ago, because any older vampire wouldn’t be caught dead asleep out in the open nor in front of a vampire hunter. Rook made up his mind then and there to take you home with him, making sure to lock you up so you couldn’t escape when you awoke and putting dark curtains in front of the windows in your room to make sure you also didn’t burn to a crisp while asleep.
Ok but this is absolutely the type of thing Rook would do.
Most vampire hunters have a certain air about them, either professional or grisseled, but Rook is one of the odd ones. Most like him don’t make it past their first few hunts, and people expected the same of him, so you can imagine their surprise when he kept returning safe and sound. While flirtatious and ridiculously overzealous about him bizarre view of beauty, he’s deceptively effective and dangerously talented and hunting his prey. Some notorious vampires even fell to him, so when he finds you how can you think anything except that your life is over?
Whether through deliberately denying your urges to hunt as you didn’t want to harm, or simply being unable to, you hadn’t fed in over a week. Your hunger driving you nearly to the point of insanity, you jumped the first person you can across after scraping together enough of your sanity to wait in a backalley at night. When Rook finds you, you’re certain your life is over, the small part of logic in the back of your mind telling you that you can never win this. And you were right, you couldn’t.
You hate how he acts, the casual way in which he treats your fight, as if this is some kind of sick game to him as opposed to the cruel reality you called your life. It’s mocking, you’d rather he kill you on the spot. But he doesn’t, you can’t understand why he lets you drink from him, and you hate how degrading it feels to be feeding off the very man who caught and incapacitated you, but what chance do you have against your instincts? It’s dehumanising, reminding you how you are very much not human anymore.
You barely register him moving away, but when your vision fades you expect it to be the last time it does, that it was some kind of strange courtesy that the hunter had given you before finally ending you life, but to your surprise they open again.
A room you don’t recognise, a bed you don’t recognise, clothes you don’t recognise. But the man by the window-
Oh you recognise him.
It seems like a sick joke at first, you’re confused, thinking perhaps this is some kind of afterlife where someone who showed you kindness was your guide, but as the temperature settles into your skin and your stomach remains full from your feast the night before, it dawns on you. The bastard didn’t kill you after all. But why? Why would he keep a vampire, the very thing he was meant to exterminate alive? Wasn’t he joking when he said all of that to you? Wasn’t it just something you imagined up in your hunger induced hysterical aggression?
Apparently not, or else why would he be draping such heavy curtains across the window to keep it out of the room? Why would there be rattling chains keeping you secured to the bedframe? Those very chains that had him turn around.
“Ah, you’re awake ma chérie! Now, now, don’t struggle so! I wouldn’t want you to damage your wrists in your weakened state! Hm, kill you? Oh, how amusing! Don’t you remember my words? Don’t fret, for I will repeat them as many times as you need! You caught my eye ma chérie, and once I am enamoured my eyes will remain upon you for as long as I shall live! Ah, I see. It’s natural for newly turned vampires to be volatile, such a feral nature, unencumbered by the rules of our society, such a natural and pure beauty! I shall be patient with you, for that and love is all even a feral creature needs to accept those who mean them no harm!”
Over the course of a week or so–Honestly my perception of time is skewed–I'm on what is essentially house arrest. Not that I have it in me to try and do much of anything. Any school related activities have been put on hold. Most of my days are spent hiding in the dark of my room. Everyone else seems to want everything to go back to normal. I do too, but it's just not happening.
It seems that overall, luck is on my side. I haven't seen Belphegor since the incident. I doubt I could keep up this charade otherwise. On the other end of things, Beel also hasn't been around much. I thought we were friends, but I can't hold a candle to his favorite brother.
Occasionally one of the brothers will try to entice me out of my safe haven. Attempts are met with the nearest item I can find flying through the air. I don't know why I'm responding like this. I wish I understood what was going on.
Hours upon hours are spent crouched in the far corner of my room. It's the only place I feel safe enough to nod off. To be honest that's just the routine now. Sitting here, watching the door and taking note of where everyone is at any given time by the sound of footsteps.
Whenever someone has the audacity to stay despite my precision yeeting I eventually lay off the violence and accept my fate. If I speak at all it's an apology that's quickly waved off. If it's Lucifer or Satan they waste their breath trying to pry answers about that night out of me. Mammon and Asmo try to get me to engage at all. Their efforts are in vain. I just stare at the wall. Rarely, Levi will sit on the other end of my room playing some mobile game in silence. In return I throw the softest pillows at him. It's the little things.
I'm thankful for the quiet that settles over the house in the early hours of the morning. Nothing but ticking clocks, mice, and the occasional sound of Beelzebub rummaging through the fridge.
Sometimes, when I'm sure I won't get caught, I force my aching joints into motion so I can venture outside. I don't really go anywhere. I just find somewhere to sit. Enjoying the silence.
Foggy nights are my favorite. When the air is heavy and mist wraps around me like a weighted blanket. Moonlight illuminates nearby spiderwebs. I like watching the tiny creatures run around. It's peaceful.
Out in the night air, sometimes I think about just how absurd my life has become in just a few months.
It seems just yesterday I got that stupid letter.
Congratulations!
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Royal Academy of Diavolo.
Please return this letter with your signature to confirm your participation.
We are looking forward to welcoming you as part of our new exchange program.
Yours sincerely,
Diavolo
Waking up in a room full of demons was, at the time, definitely in the running for the weirdest thing to happen to me.
After hitting my head on a table, I stood with all the grace of a newborn deer. Despite the irritating phone call, a dramatic and very handsy demon, one who nonchalantly mentions he might cannibalize me, and a dude literally named Satan.... I did my best to go along with the chaos. I had thought. "Well, if this isn't a hallucination, then I don't exactly have a choice in the matter." Plus, the free tuition thing is pretty sick.
The first week was a blur. Wake up. Go to class. Put up with shenanigans. Sleep. Repeat. At some point I make a pact with the Avatar of Greed. Normal university things.
It's the first serious brush with death that really made me think hmmm maybe "fuck it, we ball" isn't how I should proceed. After a trivia battle gone wrong, Mammon lectured me while bandaging an injured wrist. About halfway through I finally stopped disassociating.
"Holy shit he could've killed me." That astute observation had earned me an eye roll from the second born.
"I just said that! Weren't you listening? More trouble than your worth...." he goes off again. Honestly, I wasn't really paying attention.
The next few days, I kept to myself, jumping at every sound.
Eventually, Levithan corners me after class.
"If I make a pact with you will you stop sulking? It's weird."
I almost refused. Almost. Common sense kicked in and I came to a realization. If a pact can make Mammon call me my name, as opposed to "annoying" or "human" or "annoying human"... Maybe this is how I'll survive the year. Surely the more powerful demons I have bound to me, the safer things will be.
"Deal."
Man… if you had told me back then I'd learn to love the very same unsettling creatures who kidnapped me…. Honestly I'm not even sure that this isn't some strange case of stockholm syndrome. Or the fact I'm now some sort of vampire? Anyways, I'd think you were crazy. Oh how times change.
Some time later I'm escorted to the Demon Lord's Castle. Honestly, I feel like hot garbage but Lucifer insists that there is very important business I need to be present for. No amount of arguing makes him budge. Fortunately for me it's the middle of the night since even the weak otherworldly light in the Devildom causes major skin irritation. Despite the total lack of a sun. No amount of SPF can save me.
I must be a sight to see. Sweaty, and tripping over everything. Both the artificial and candlelight so bright I can hardly think. It's best to keep my eyes closed as much as possible.
I'm grateful neither Diavolo or Barbatos comment on the state I'm in.
I'm dragged along through more corridors than I can count. Eventually ending up in the dungeons...wait what?
I try not to hyperventilate. I probably fail. It is kind of hard not to panic when you can hear the screams and pleading of tortured souls. The uncharacteristic silence from the chaotic demons just fuels my fear. What the fuck. Am I being arrested? For self defense? Or destruction of property? No way. That can't be it. I nearly draw blood due to my newfound habit of chewing my lip with the single fang occupying my mouth.
We stop outside a dark cell. Down here my eyes can actually adjust. At least I can see again. That said, maybe I'd rather not see the cobblestone walls stained with blood from who knows how many individuals. Will mine join them?
Behind bars, there's a hunched figure. They look up as we approach, through a mop of tangled green hair. The pointed teeth protruding from their mouth make me realize. Oh. They're like...me.
"Alaura," a gloved hand lands on my shoulder making me jump. "All you need to do is identify this...pest, as your attacker and we can go home." Part of me is so incredibly relieved. The other part is pissed.
Uh, yeah, not happening. How the fresh fuck would they expect me to confirm or deny that this dude tried to kill me. I didn't see shit.
I lift my head enough to glare at Lucifer. And inform him once again, I saw nothing.
Blah blah blah, "I took that into consideration however..." screwing my eyes shut, I shake my head.
"Dude, can you shut up? I feel like shit. And really, who cares if they killed me I'm already dead! Undead. Whatever!"
Fuck. I'm so dizzy I can't tell up from down. I stumble a bit before Beelzebub reaches out to steady me. I push him away in favor of supporting my weight against a nearby wall.
After catching my breath I continue my rant. "I mean if anyone should be in prison it's that shady brother of yours who started this all. I mean I wouldn't be in this situation if he didn't try to fuckin kill me!" I'm hysterical at this point but I don't care. I've started and I can't stop. This is the most I've spoken in days. Every word left unsaid is spilling out.
"And how can you call that place my home?! You kidnapped me, threatened my life, promised to keep me safe, threatened me again..."
My vision blurs once again. I hear footsteps backing away. Good. Part of me doesn't want to be angry. But I can't deal with their shit today.
"You all let me DIE!"
The ringing is stronger now and I can barely breathe. Wow, the floor is alot closer now.
A new voice joins the mix. One that sounds nearly as broken as I feel.
"When, might I ask, is the last time you morons fed the fledgling?"
Now that everyone has their attention on the cell, I can see past the wall of demons well enough to watch the other vampire get up, angry gesturing punctuates his words.
When no one responds, he continues on ranting, bloodshot eyes illuminated by the torchlight. I suppose fire sets the mood for being skinned alive much better than any electricity ever could.
"Of course! You couldn't pour piss from a boot with instructions on the heel! For the love of Christ someone get my stash-- which is from a consenting donor so don't get any ideas-- and feed the poor thing!"
It's almost comical how he orders the demons around. Even more funny is the fact they listen. Running around like chickens with their heads cut off. The fact my vision is still swimming, making it look like there's two of everything only adds to the hilarity.
I laugh to myself and close my eyes, trying to make the room stop spinning. In no time, someone is kneeling down beside me.
"Take this." It's Barbatos. He hands me a glass of what, for the sake of my last shred of sanity, I tell myself is cranberry juice. Obviously I am skeptical.
I can do this. If Solomon can eat his own cooking and survive I can have some... juice. Bottoms up. Within seconds the liquid is gone. Honestly, it's not as bad as I feared. Oddly metallic. The texture is all wrong. It felt like it shouldn't shouldn't be room temperature. But it's something I guess I will get used to. Eventually. Not like I have a choice.
A hand reaches to take the empty glass and there's a sound like an angry cat. When everyone stares at me in shock I can only assume I made that noise.
Barbatos holds up his hands in defeat, stepping back.
Now it's Asmo's turn to crouch down. "Alaura, hon, we'll get you some more once this is all over 'Kay? You'll be much more comfy at home. Plus, it's so musty down here, don't you agree?"
I shrug. "What else is there to say. I didn't see anything. End of story."
Finally, Diavolo speaks up. Voice hoarse, almost like he'd been crying. Strange.
"It seems further investigation will be required. My deepest apologies for wasting your time."
"Excuse me, did anyone think to ask me about this crime you accuse me of? I suppose you don't need intelligence to run a kingdom these days..."
Lucifer is quick to offend, despite the fact the insults are clearly directed to Diavolo. Actually that's probably why.
"Why you little--"
"Lucifer, that won't be necessary." A sharp glare from the Prince silences him.
"Saturday night you were unaccounted for. That same night one of my exchange students is violently attacked by a vampire. You are the only vampire I have any recollection of being here in decades. Otis, explain yourself."
The vampire, Otis, squares his shoulders. Which isn't that intimidating since he looks like he has one foot in the grave, but, hey! He certainly looks less meek when he isn't sitting on the damp ground.
"If you took the time beforehand to extend this... courtesy, you would know I spent the evening visiting an old friend. The other exchange student." His words drip with venom.
"Solomon can prove your innocence? You are willing to bet your freedom and your life on the sorcerer?"
"I am."
With that, Lord Diavolo sends his faithful butler to fetch the local wizard. Unfortunately, no one thinks hey! Maybe we should send Alaura back home! so I'm stuck waiting around. Yay.
On the bright side, when Barbatos returns he brings more… juice. Otis seems like he might find the strength to break through the metal bars and fight me for it.
After a very awkward conversation in which Solomon reminds everyone Diavolo is literally a walking lie detector, finally, things are settled. Otis is cleared of any charges, and, most importantly, at least to my life, I can be hauled back to the House of Lamentation. Fucking finally.
Your writing is always so lovely and beautiful, I can't wait to read all things you will write about Halloween!! Can I request a vampire MC with witch Nadia?
I’m here to offer you some hcs for vamp!mc and witch!Nadia, anon. I want to turn this to a full-blown fic, like a modern corporate witch!Nadia with a vamp!mc (damn how many tropes was that), but I still need to finish Knowledge of Immortals or at least get it to a point I want. I hope that’s alright!
It’s an interesting AU to think about. Supernatural within modern times.
Modern Witch!Nadia x Vampire!MC hcs
Humans and monsters co-exist in this world, though not necessarily as peaceful as some might like.
Nadia is the CEO and owner of The High Priestess Inc., a company that deals with the production of enchanted merchandise used in domestic and industrial settings for and by all supernaturals. The idea of starting a company focused on catering for supernaturals had come about when she met MC.
They hadn’t been so forthright with being a vampire. Though the fact that they only agreed to meet during the night gave Nadia a little inkling of their true nature. MC was turned to a vampire a few years back when their friend made a deal with the Devil to bring them back to life. The ritual had brought them back to life but they had to pay the price. They’re still getting used to living as a vampire, prone to accidents caused by the naivety of a brain that was once human. They nearly burned when they stepped into the sunlight the day after their awakening. It made them adamant to only carry out business once the sunsets.
MC was a renowned magician before they turned. Nadia made an appointment for a potion consultation, noting the weird hours they keep.
Nadia was born from a long line of royal witches, her intuition was powerful than most. A gift that sends some cowering away from her sharp gaze. she had been curious the moment MC met her eyes with an intense gaze of their own.
The fires of their budding romance were stoked with moonlight dinner dates, midnight swimming at the sparkling shores of Prakra and nightly shopping trips.
There were the odd spontaneous midnight coffee dates when Nadia loses track of time tinkering away on a new project only to be distracted by MC’s increasing online presence during the night. MC would text asking her why she’s up this late with several sad face emojis and she’d reply in that prim manner of hers. She’s easily swayed into meeting MC for coffee though MC always seems to arrive first and have ordered their own drink and hers, never letting her buy their own. She’ll always affectionately huff at that. “I was supposed to be the one spoiling you, my dearest MC” MC would simply shrug and smile behind their cup.
Nadia’s day is brindled with duties and tasks required of a royal which leaves her too exhausted at night. It made her a little frustrated she couldn’t see MC as much as she’d like. She slowly broached the topic of seeing each other during the daylight, telling MC she’s adorned her penthouse with blackout curtains, even going as far as enchanting them to shield the whole house from sunlight, the silvers and garlic are put away and disposed of. She picks MC up in her sleek sports car with tinted windows and a necklace crested with lapis lazuli nestled in velvet on top of the passenger seat. The necklace is infused with magic, enabling MC to walk in the sun for a few hours before the charm needs to be renewed. Nadia takes all the precaution for her beloved. She can’t have her dearest MC turned to ashes at the sidewalk now could she?
They’re nearly a year into their relationship when Nadia decides to surprise MC with a matching pair of cellphones. The two of them had been so shocked when MC’s had sizzled and burned the moment they laid hands on their phone. Nadia later had discovered the little pieces of silver within the phone’s components that triggered the reaction.
Nadia had apologised profusely and vowed to check all electronics for any hint of silver. She designed and patented a device the size of your palm that scan the room for any traces of silver or iron no matter how minuscule.
The next blueprint she designed was for glass panels that gradually increased their tint according to the strength of sunlight. She designed devices to make MC’s life more comfortable, making sure to enchant that necklace of theirs before she left for work and that all the curtains were closed.
This had been the catalyst to her decision of opening The High Priestess. Her company gradually expanded with demands and more of her stores started to pop up everywhere. Her merchandise range from fireproof paint, in accordance to the news of humans and monsters alike setting monsters like changelings houses on fire, to clocks that tell the phases of the moon that sets a reminder for werewolves when the next full moon (it might even be Alexa and Google home compatible. Alexa reminds all the werewolves that it’s a full moon tomorrow and asks if they’d like to put thicker ropes and chains in their amazon prime baskets lol). She’s in the process of creating a substitute for iron and silver for electronic and structural purposes.
She prefers to be the only one MC drinks from. She watches what she eats and looks after her body (she knows she’s succulent👀), waving away MC’s worries and whispering how much she trusts them against their lips. She’s got vials of potions to restore her blood and health just in case but she knows MC won’t take more than they need. It’s honestly an extension of her gift-giving and wanting to spoil MC. Why would she let MC suffer drinking the blood of poor quality when she knows she can offer the best? She calls MC her baby vamp.
MC sets up Nadia’s breakfast every morning before they head to bed, leaving notes, flowers and whatever gift they found the night before. Nadia thinks it’s the perfect way to start her day.
MC works as a blood lab technician. They have certain assets for accurate and swift results. Chandra hoots back at the centrifuge machine every time MC operates it, this quirk of hers never fails to make MC laugh.
Bonus:
Chandra likes to cuddle up to MC during the day. They get along very well seeing they’re both nocturnal. MC likes to take Chandra to their midnight adventures of collecting herbs and magical trinkets for Nadia. Nadia gets a little jealous when MC retells stories of their silly little adventures and the supernaturals they encounter. Though she’s grateful Chandra keeps an eye out for MC each night and when she’s away during the day.
Rfa and saeran finding out mc is a vampire, and they find out do to her eyes turning blood red, and her getting really flustered when ever they hug her, and her running away from them, (she's not been able to get any blood for a month) and could you write how they react when she finally asks?? (Your blog is amazing!!!!)
//AHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Sorry this took so long!!! ~Yoosung~ 🌟He loves hugging you and he knows you love hugs too so he's so confused when you start tensing up and squirming away when he hugs you🌟He's so confused when you won't cuddle with him too🌟Does he smell bad? Is that what it is? 🌟Probably tbh 🌟He's a bit scared and freaked out when he comes to home and sees your red eyes 🌟When you ask him for blood he's convinced that you and Seven are pulling a prank on him 🌟There's no way vampires actually exist right?🌟Vampires only exist in video games and dumb romantic movies or books 🌟No he's never seen Twilight shut up 🌟He asks to see your fangs and then goes on and on about how real they look and how he can't believe Seven found something so realistic 🌟Finally you exclaim that you're actually a vampire and need blood BADLY 🌟He goes into shock and kinda looks at you for a second before tentatively asking if it'll hurt 🌟Before you can answer he stops you and shyly cranes his neck 🌟"Take as much as you need MC. I-I trust you" 🌟He's so shy and innocent that you almost feel bad taking blood from him 🌟He's so tense and you can't help but laugh 🌟"S-Stop laughing!!! Just take it already!!!" 🌟He stays still as you take your fill and when you pull away he's blushing so hard 🌟"Are you ok Yoosung? Did I take too much?" 🌟"No! But... y-you can do that whenever you want..."🌟What a kinky motherfucker~Jaehee~☕ Honestly at first she didn't notice too much ☕ Jumin swamped her in work bless her poor soul she's trying ☕ But she did notice when you started running out of the room ☕ Especially when she was showing more skin than usual ☕ Did she do something??? ☕ Was there something on her???☕ Eventually she took it upon herself to ask you about it because she was very worried something happened to you ☕ Lucky for her she choose the right (or wrong) day to ask ☕ When you looked up she noticed your eyes and was immediately concerned ☕ She was slightly scared because she didn't know what was happening and you rushed to calm her down before she called an ambulance or something ☕ She was so surprised when you awkwardly and nervously explained that you were a vampire☕ She didn't believe you at first to be honest just because it defied everything she knew ☕ You proved it by showing her your fangs and explaining why you needed blood ☕ "Do you need blood right now?" ☕ "W-Well kinda..."☕ "Take mine." ☕ You were so surprised that she said you should and she was being so calm about it too, usually people ran away screaming ☕ "Are you sure?" ☕ "Of course I am MC. I want to help you any way I can." ☕ Even with her reassurance you're still really tentative about taking her blood ☕ You take as much as you feel will suffice before nervously asking if she's ok ☕ "Are you sure that's all you want?" ☕ "Yes Jaehee... thank you so much..." ~Jumin~😻 He's very confused when you stop being so close and affectionate to him 😻 You used to give him a big hug and a kiss everyday after he came home from work 😻 But now you won't even sleep in the same room as him 😻 It seems like you want nothing to do with him and honestly he gets really scared and nervous 😻 Of course he doesn't show that outwardly and just let's you have your space 😻 Eventually you burst into his room at basically one in the morning with your red eyes 😻 Not surprisingly he's still awake and he's very concerned because damn MC you slammed that door open pretty hard 😻 His concern only increases when he sees your red eyes 😻 Before you can even get a word out he's speed dialing his doctor😻 You have to beg him to put down the phone because YOU CAN EXPLAIN!!! 😻 You explain that this is normal for you and he snickers 😻 "Are you saying you're a vampire MC?" 😻 "Yes!!! That's exactly it!!!" 😻 "Wait what?" 😻 He doesn't understand why you're only telling him about this now 😻 MC HE USES A LOT OF GARLIC HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?! 😻 "Do you need my blood?" 😻 "Yeah but-" 😻 Before you can finish Jumin pulls you closer and exposes his neck for you😻 "Take it but be quick it's late." 😻 You're so nervous while you're drinking your fill 😻 He's basically holding your hand the whole time😻 Afterwards he smiles at you and gives you a little kiss😻 "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" 😻 You nodded and Jumin pulled you under the covers 😻 Afterwards he did a lot of research and didn't make anything with garlic again~Zen~🎶 Like Jumin he immediately notices the changed behavior and he's certain he did SOMETHING wrong🎶 He doesn't know what that something is but it certainly is... 🎶 Some thing 🎶 He tries talking to you but eventually stops because he doesn't want to push you too hard 🎶 He does keep a close eye on you though in case you need help 🎶 He's more than startled when one day he comes home to find you sitting on the couch with red eyes 🎶 There are probably better ways to find out Zen has a girly scream 🎶 He can't help it though he's freaking out because he doesn't know what's happening 🎶 THAT IS THE WORST CASE OF PINK EYE HE HAS EVER SEEN 🎶 You can't help laughing a little as he places ice packs on your eyes thinking it'll help some way or another 🎶 You put the ice packs on the table and pull him on the couch next to you, taking his hands 🎶 MC ARE YOU DYING?! THIS IS HOW DYING PEOPLE DELIVER THE NEWS!!! 🎶 You take a deep breath and nervously tell him you're a vampire 🎶 He's shocked for a solid thirty seconds before looking back at you 🎶 "...really?" 🎶 "Yeah. I was born a vampire." 🎶 "...so you drink blood?" 🎶 "Yeah and need it pretty badly right now..." 🎶 Zen immediately pulls away and dramatically leans against the wall before exclaiming you can take all the blood that'll satisfy you 🎶 Honestly you just broke the fourth wall and looked at the camera like you're on The Office 🎶 You are so done with Zen's shit 🎶 You take a deep breath before biting into his neck and he's legitimately surprised???🎶 I don't know why he literally just told you to take his blood🎶 He strokes your hair as you drink to take his mind off the fact that you're feeding on him basically 🎶 When you're done he smiles and gives you a kiss 🎶 "Is my princess better?" ~Seven~ 📱 Like Jaehee he doesn't notice at first because he's so busy 📱 But he definitely notices when it gets to the point where you're not even sitting with him while he's working 📱 He loves your company while he's working so he's kinda worried 📱 He gets more worried though when he finds out you've been sleeping on the couch away from everyone else 📱 It seems like you're isolating yourself and he doesn't want that for you📱 One day he stops you as you're making yourself something to eat📱 "MC are you ok?" 📱 You should've known he'd be worried but that didn't make you any more prepared for the confrontation 📱 You kept your eyes on the counter so you wouldn't scare him and just nodded 📱 "MC look at me... talk to me please... I'm here for you..." 📱 You take a deep breath and look up at him nervously 📱 He looks so scared for a second when he sees your red eyes and you're convinced he thinks you're a monster📱 "Were you crying or something?" 📱 You breathe a sigh of relief and gently smile at him 📱 "No don't worry. My eyes are just red because... because I'm a vampire and I really need blood." 📱 Seven's attitude seemed to change completely when you said that 📱 "WAIT REALLY?! VAMPIRES EXIST?!" 📱 You couldn't help laughing at his excitement, it was so adorable 📱 "Yes they do. My whole family is a family of vampires." 📱 "I have one quick question!" 📱 "Yes?" You were certain he was going to ask you about some stupid stereotype. 📱 I mean what else could he ask you about?📱 "When you take blood... does it hurt?"📱 "At first yes because my fangs break through the skin but after it doesn't hurt until the holes start to close up." 📱 "Why don't you take my blood then?" 📱 You look at him with a look of 'really' before he continues 📱 "I mean you probably don't want too because it'll taste like Honey Buddha Chips and PhD. Pepper but... you can..." 📱 "Are you sure it's alright with you?" 📱 "Of course it is!!!" 📱 You feel him tense up a little when you start drinking but after he just keeps laughing because it feels funny apparently 📱 "That was fun. We should do it again some time." -Seven 📱 Someone stop this boy ~Saeran~ ⏳He gets worried like Zen when you stop being so affectionate ⏳The poor baby thinks you don't love him anymore ⏳He wants to talk to you about it but he's afraid the poor child ⏳So he let's you have your space but you can see that he's upset ⏳Finally you come up to him to talk to him about it ⏳He's so surprised when he sees your red eyes ⏳He thinks something happened to you and that's why you've been distancing yourself ⏳The last thing he expected you to say was that you're a vampire ⏳He was momentarily surprised but then went right back to his usual neutral face as if you just said you're on your period ⏳Then he offered his blood for you like he was offering you his last bar of chocolate ⏳"You're not fazed by this??? Not at all???" ⏳"Are you going to take it or not MC? Don't make me stand here looking like an idiot." ⏳He stays still as you take what you need and gives you a rare smile afterwards ⏳"No wonder you like the dark so much." ⏳Saeran I swear if that was a pun on your edgy ass...
Lately, my mind has been re-consumed by vampire!MC who also happens to be a shapeshifter. Like, it´s her gift, y´know? Transforming into various animals at will. At first, it was just smol things like mice and squirrels, but the more she practised, the greater the transformations became.
Her biggest achievement to date has been a rhino.
Anyway-
She just so happens to stumble upon - gasp - three fair-haired maidens-
...
Yeah aight, you got me.
There´s nothing remotely maiden-like about those three.
...
Anyway-
MC stumbles into their territory because she´s an idiot and, for some reason, she´s seen as an intruder because they´re idiots.
So, naturally, they clash.
...Or they would have, if it hadn´t been for MC´s ability to slip out of their grasps. Literally.
...
Every damn time they get a hold of her, she transforms into another animal that will-
A) be big enough to bulldoze them outta the way.
B) be small enough to slip through their fingers.
C) have wings.
D) And so on.
E) A skunk.
Listen, what I´m trying to say here is-
THE MENTAL IMAGE OF THE THREE STOOGES REPEATEDLY COLLIDING WITH EACH OTHER AS THEY FAIL TO CATCH ONE SHAPE-SHIFTING IDIOT HAS BURNED ITSELF INTO MY BRAIN.
Also the skunk.
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That is all.
EDIT:
MC will retain her vampire strength, no matter the animal she turns into, obv.
...Imagine getting bonked into next week by a goat of all things.
