Lovers, Vampires, Strangers Part 2
Pairing: Vampire!Wanda x Vampire!Reader
Word Count: 2886
Summary: This story starts in the year 1850. You and your girlfriend Wanda are happy together. You have everything you could ever want, until she secretly turns you into a vampire. After a horrible accident, you leave her and that life behind. Now 173 years later, she's come to ask you for a favor.
Part 1
Part 2: 2023, The Second Shittiest Year of my Life
“What do you want Wanda?” I ask the girl who was frantically banging on my door.
“I need a place to stay for a few days, please,” she begs. It makes me laugh. She really thinks I would help her after what she did? She’s insane.
“No way,” I tell her.
“Please Y/n,” she asks again.
“No,” I say. “I’m not letting you into my home or life again, Wanda.”
I go to shut the door when a small bullet sized wooden stake comes whizzing through the air. It flies through the small crack in my door from where I haven’t shut it all the way. I hear Wanda yell out some cuss words, while I barely manage to dodge the bullet. I should’ve just shut the door and let Wanda fend for herself, this is her problem after all. But I, being the idiot that I am, didn’t.
“Fine you can come in,” I say, pulling the brunette girl inside with me. I quickly shut and lock the door.
“What the hell was that Wanda?” I exclaim as I run through my house, grabbing the first bag I see. I put the guns and knives that II keep hidden throughout my home in there, in case whoever is outside tries to go after me, since I too am a vampire.
“That was Natasha,” she says like that explains everything.
“She’s a girl I…used to be with. She’s a little angry is all.”
“A little angry?!? She just tried to kill you Wanda.”
“Yes well vampire hunters tend to do that Y/n.”
“What the actual hell Wanda. You brought a vampire hunter to my front door?!?”
“Not on purpose. I didn't know she was a vampire hunter when I was sleeping with her. And I thought I had lost her back in Budapest. Clearly someone is determined to kill me.” Wanda rolls her eyes as she talks, as if this Natasha girl is a mere annoyance, like a gnat or a fly, and not a hunter trying to kill her.
I’m so mad at her I don’t even know what to say. I finish gathering my things, but I leave my phone in case someone tries to use it to find my location. I make sure I avoid all windows as I make my way to the secret exit of my house that will lead me to the other side of town, the exit I had installed in case of emergencies just like this. I go to the bookshelf door I had installed and open it.
“Are you coming or not?” I call out to Wanda, who was currently just standing there. Wanda quickly moves to where I am, not avoiding windows. Which leads to them being shot out by Natasha.
“Great another thing I have to deal with,” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that?” Wanda snarkily asks.
“I said great that’s another thing I have to deal with. Because of you,” I add on.
“Oh please don’t act like your life was all sunshine and rainbows before I got here,” she says as I lead her down a staircase. “We both know you were lonely without me.”
“Really? I’m the lonely one?” I say. “I can assure you, Wanda I have been anything but lonely since you left.”
“You really think Kate Bishop can fill my place that easily?”
“And how do you know about her?” Wanda says nothing, but it’s clear she had been keeping tabs on me.
“I should’ve known you’d never leave me alone, Wanda. You were always the possessive type.” I turn down a corridor and open the door. I walk out and into open air. The passage leads to a road two streets over where my getaway car is stashed.
“I’m not possessive. I just don’t want anyone to have what’s mine,” she says. I chuckle under my breath, reading through her lie. I choose to ignore her and walk over to a car, praying that it’s unlocked. Of course it isn’t, but i guess when you have vampire strength it doesn’t really matter. I get into the car in no time and I make quick work of hot wiring it so I can get away, and hopefully leave Wanda here. I get the car on and I climb in, quickly locking the doors so Wanda can't.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wanda asks, clearly annoyed. She stomps her feet like a child and it makes me laugh.
"I'm leaving," I say through my laughter.
"Not without me you aren't."
"Yes I am. I got you away from Natasha, which you're welcome for by the way. Now I'm off to save my own skin. Now get out of my way or be roadkill Wanda. Your choice." Wanda refuses to move, much to my annoyance.
"Move Wanda," I scream out.
"No," she screams back. I can feel my annoyance rising with every passing second, and then Natasha runs around the corner, guns blazing. I unlock the car and allow Wanda to hop in before I floor it. I pull out of the parking space, driving away as fast as I can, leaving Natasha in the dust.
"Happy?" I finally ask once we have gotten a little further down the road.
"Yes, very." I can tell she is pleased with herself, something that I absolutely loathe. I choose to ignore her so I don’t blow up.
We drive for what feels like forever, and I being a vampire would know what forever feels like. So trust me when I say it felt like forever.
Wanda does her best to annoy me, but I ignore her every time, not in the mood for her games. Eventually I pull into a decent looking hotel on the side of the road. I’m not sure where we are, but we’ve driven for at least 16 hours straight and I’m tired. Well as tired as you can be when you’re undead.
“Here we are,” I say as I park the car.
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know. But we’re safe aren’t we? You could be a bit more thankful,”
“It would be safer if we knew where we are,” Wanda retorts.
“Well why don’t you work on that while I get us a room.”
“Fine,” Wanda says, for once not starting an argument.
I happily hop out of the car, grateful to be away from Wanda, and I enter the lobby.
“Hi I need two rooms,” I say to the front desk lady.
“I’m sorry we only have one room available.”
“Fine I guess that’ll work,” I grumble. It really doesn’t work for me but I’ll just have to suck it up…or sleep in my car. Honestly I’d do anything to not be near Wanda for longer than I have to.
“And how will you be paying?”
“I won’t be. The bill will be comped by the hotel,” I tell the girl. I look in her eyes and change the tone of my voice, activating my compulsion.
“Here you go,” the girl says cheerily, handing me my room key.
“Thanks.”
I walk back to the car where I had left Wanda to give her the bad news.
“Unfortunately they only had one room,” I grumble, throwing her a room key.
“Don’t sound so upset. It’ll be just like old times,” she says, sending me a wink. I let out a scoff at her words.
“I’d rather sleep on the cement than in a bed with you Wanda.”
“Fine have it your way,” she says. She gets out of the car and walks into the hotel and to our room. I try and make myself comfortable in the car, but it’s no use. It’s too small and too hot. I grab one of my guns that I had brought and tuck it into the waistband of my pants then I reluctantly go inside, bracing myself for the snarky comment I know Wanda is about to say.
“Aww I knew you’d change your mind. I’m just too irresistible.”
“God you’re so full of yourself. But no I’m in here because the car was uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with you Wanda.”
“Sure, whatever helps yourself sleep at night.”
God this woman is infuriating. I choose to ignore her last comment.
“So you’re not talking to me now?” I give her the silent treatment.
"Real mature y/n."
"Whatever Wanda. I'm going to go get us some essentials, try not to get into trouble while I'm gone," I say, just wanting to get out of here and away from Wanda.
"Aww sounds like someone cares about me," she teases.
"No I just don't want all of this hard work to go to waste," I say as I walk out the door. It's currently 10pm at night so luckily anywhere I go should be jut about empty. I drive to the nearest Walmart, leaving Wanda in the dust at the hotel. I get us some toiletries and snacks (because yes even though we are vampires and undead we still like human food). My next stop is a blood bank, where I steal as much blood as I can. I prefer it this way over drinking straight from the source. It's much cleaner and not so scarring to humans. After about two hours I make my way back to the hotel, carrying my shopping bags inside, only to find Wanda gorging herself on a member of the cleaning staff.
"Wanda," I yell out. She drops the maid and her face takes on a guilty look, like a child who knows they are doing something bad.
"Yes?" She tries to adopt a nonchalant tone but it isn't working.
"I literally told you not to get into trouble and the first thing you do is get into trouble."
"But I was hungry," she says, as if that justifies her actions.
"I don't give a damn if you're hungry Wanda. If I tell you to do something so do it."
"That's funny I don't remember ever taking orders from you, but you sure did take a lot from me," Wanda says, referencing the times when the two of us would sleep together, before I hated her guts.
“Well things have changed Wanda. I’m trying to keep us alive and away from your vampire hunter ex. So either listen to me or leave.”
“Fine,” is all she says. She goes off to the bathroom to shower while I heal the woman Wanda had just dropped. I compel her to forget anything had ever happened, and off she goes back to work.
I close the door behind her and I put my grocery bags down and put things away. After I’m done and had a snack and some blood, I tuck my gun out of my waistband and put it on the small side table. I jump into bed. The bed is rock hard. There’s absolutely no give or bounce in it whatsoever, but I guess an aching back is a small price to pay for safety.
“Move over,” Wanda says once I had finally gotten myself comfortable.
“No,” is all I say back.
“Yes. Move or I’ll make you move y/n.”
I refuse to move, ignoring the glares that Wanda throws at me.
“Fine have it your way.” She walks over to me and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I try to resist, but it's pointless, and she moves me anyway.
"I'm older than you and I'm stronger than you. Next time it would be wise to do as you're told," she whispers into my ear. Her words have me blushing. A fact that I try to hide form her, but of course she notices.
"Did my words make you needy baby?"
"Fuck off Wanda," I say, but it doesn't come out as strong as I want it to.
"No baby I think you want me to fuck you, isn't that right?"
Her dirty words send my thoughts racing back to the times when we had slept together and how good it felt. But that was before she hurt me, and this is now. And now I don't like her. Even if she's gorgeous and makes me feel good. She's still the woman who turned me against my will. She's still the woman who hurt me, the woman I hate. So I form my resolve.
"No goodnight Wanda," are the next words that come out of my mouth. Wanda's mouth opens and closes like a fish, she's shocked that I didn't give in. I get up and turn off the lights and the two of us lay there in silence. I'm sure Wanda is seething in silence at being told no, but it isn't my problem. I quickly fall asleep, and I only wake up when I hear a loud banging noise.
The door to our room is kicked in, making us jump out of bed. In comes a brunette woman I don't recognize.
“Oh great and who’s this? Another one of your exes?”
“Actually yes,” Wanda and the woman sat at the same time. The woman walks closer to the bed, while Wanda and I try to walk further away without blocking yourselves in.
“Of course it is,” I say rolling my eyes. “How’d you piss this one off?”
“She may or may not be a vampire hunter also. So y’know when she found out about me she wasn’t exactly my biggest fan,” Wanda whispers to you.
“Really Wanda? You sleep with two fucking vampire hunters when you’re a vampire yourself. Are you stupid?” I whisper back.
“Haven’t I already proven that yes I am stupid.”
“I guess you’ve got a point there,” I say.
"Are you two done arguing now?" The woman asks.
"Yes Maria, we're done." Ok so Maria is her name. "Can you just get this over with," Wanda says, her tone sounding exasperated.
"Oh come on Wanda, I wanna drag this out. Hurt you just like you hurt me." Maria pulls the sleeve of her black jacket off her shoulder, showing off the scars that mar it.
"What the fuck did you do?" I look at Wanda, but there's no emotions on her face.
"What I had to do to survive." Wanda glares at Maria, but it's not the playful one she has been giving you all day. This is a true glare. The kind that says I want you dead.
Maria lunges and Wanda deflects her punch while you try and grab your car keys, which are all the way across the room. You almost make it, but then Maria grabs you by your hair, pulling you back. You claw at her arm, digging your nails into her skin. She shrieks and lets you go, turning her attention back to Wanda.
"How'd you find me anyway?" Wanda asks as she ducks under Maria's fist.
"Your little pet led me right to you. She wasn't as inconspicuous as she thought at that blood bank. I was just going to kill her, but then I realized she was with you, and well, I didn't want to waste such a delicious opportunity." Wanda's eyes turn a dark black color, something that only happens when a vampire is truly emotional, and strikes Maria, making the woman stumble. While she's disoriented I run to the side table and grab my gun. I hate using these things on humans, but if it means I get to live I'll do it. I aim for her leg and pull the trigger.
"That should keep her occupied for a while, now let's go," I tell Wanda. We both run out of the room, car keys in my hand. We both jump in the car, leaving Maria behind in the hotel room.
"Looks like being attacked wasn't my fault this time," Wanda says once our adrenaline has finally gone down.
"Well you still dated this one too so I'm sure this is somehow also your fault."
"Ok whatever you say," Wanda says, although I know she doesn't agree with me. "So we've got Natasha and Maria on our tails now, so where do we go now? With the both of them following us, there aren't many places that would be safe."
"I might know a place," I say. "It's like a safehouse of sorts."
"Why didn't we go there in the first place?"
"it's complicated," I say, not wanting to answer her question.
"Like how Natasha and I are complicated? Or Maria and I?"
"Not exactly," is all I say, and thankfully Wanda drops the subject. We drive for a few more hours until I finally turn into a driveway. The house before us looks like any other house in the suburbs would. There's flowers and trees lining the driveway and a little picket white fence around the house. You would never suspect that a supernatural creature lives inside it.
We walk up to the door and all I feel is anxiety. I had taken us to the one place I hadn’t wanted to go to, but it’s out last option. It’s the only place I know that would be 100% safe. So reluctantly I knock on the door, praying the woman who lives on the other side of it answers, and that this won't be another decision that bites me in the butt.
