#vampire natalie

[iustforavampyr]

i could make tvd good ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[feralnataroni]

Random Twilight AU idea for Werewolf Lottie x Vampire Natalie

(Anyone feel free to use this for a story. I'm just a loser lesbian for Twilight AU's and forbidden love)

(No warnings)

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Something something. Vampire Natalie and Werewolf Lottie, where they've been friends since they were younger and become girlfriends later on and were basically inseparable up until one night Natalie ends up dying recklessly from a rouge vampire (Only she doesn't die, and Carlisle finds her when it's too late and the venom has already made its way to her heart. He keeps her safe because, for whatever reason, he thought she wasn't ready to die yet or something. idk the details.)

That same night, Lottie phases for the first time and learns about "the cold ones" and is told for the longest time that's how Natalie died. (She did, but not completely)

Lottie thinks Natalie is dead and goes on for a couple of years, mourning her and seeking revenge on whatever vampire took her life. During that time, she becomes an alpha, and She has a pack of her own (Tai, Van, Shauna, Travis, Melissa, and whoever else would best fit the werewolf status ig)

During a run out in the lush green woods, she spots a flash of blonde hair rushing through and behind trees. Ever curious and searching for even a glimpse of her lost lover, she goes chasing after this dead end (as usual because she hasn't stopped grieving her girlfriend since she passed)

Eventually catching whatever it was and it turned out to be Natalie.

She's even paler than before, dark circles under her eyes, and still so Natalie it hurts. She's snarling at her captor, sharp teeth, dark amber eyes, still utterly feral (because she's only been a vampire for a few years), and so hungry.

Lottie huffs and keeps her paws on her shoulders to keep her there. Studying her in disbelief and fear that this is just a dream and she'll disappear again like she does every night she dreams.

Natalie would try to wiggle her way out of the wolf's weight and hiss like a puffed up cat up until lottie shifts back and is starting face to face with her mate (she found out later that Natalie was her mate after Natalie died and she phased the first time) (again idk the details)

It's in their DNA to be enemies even though they still love each other. Their instincts, coven and pack, tell them its wrong to feel this way, but they can't help the magnetic pull between them.

Natalie stops thrashing and goes completely still. Not even breathing. (Not like she needs to)

"... Lottie?" Natalie can't believe it. She'd been told to keep away from this territory by her coven for so long but decided to check out the area for whatever reason today.

Lottie looks stronger and a little older, hair shorter and wild, wind tangled. Grieve has done a number on her, and she's in shock atm.

Natalie doesn't look a day over 19 and still has that same look in her eyes when she looks at Lottie. Her skin ice cold to the touch and still so soft against Lottie.

At the same time, they say "Youre one of them?"

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[iustforavampyr]

⭑.ᐟ ShaunaJackieNat Vampire au

free me from toxic vampire yuri au, it's getting bigger and bigger, I'm going insane over this au I have in my brain. Vampire JackieNat mmmm

[feralnataroni]

Natalie's introduction to vampirism

(To which, Natalie is hanging out at a party and wakes up the next morning feeling strange.)

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Natalie didn't know what had happened at the party.

You tried taking her home, but she insisted on staying a little longer. You had a curfew, and she didn't have any authority to give her one.

"Okay, just - please promise me you'll be safe?" You asked, hopeful that she understood.

"I will, I will. I'll see you later," she held out her pinky, and you took it shortly after, giving it a squeeze. You smiled and left the crowded house to head home.

A few hours went by since your short conversation.

The night got louder and a lot more blurry than what Nat was used to.

Sure, she shared a blunt with Van and had a couple of shots, but this wasn't even comparable to that hazy feeling.

This was worse.

She felt bile bubbling up in her throat.

Running outside the back door to lean over the deck railing, she emptied her stomach onto the freshly cut grass.

It was sure to leave a dead spot in the next few days.

"Oh man, you don't look so good," a tall guy with longer dark hair seemingly came out of nowhere.

Natalie stumbled to gain her balance.

"I'm fine," she slurred her words a little, looking for someone she knew to avoid this creep.

Her head was spinning, and she felt weak.

"I don't know, I think we should get you somewhere safe. Just to be sure." The tall guy said, placing a hand on Natalie's back.

She wondered if the weed was laced or if the alcohol was spiked. Hell, it could've been both.

"Dude, get off," she stumbled away, looking for anyone that might be able to help her.

She did her best to steady her breathing, but nothing seemed to work. Panic was starting to set in, and she had to-

Natalie woke up with a gasp. Her breathing uneven and erratic.

She was in the middle of the woods.

This didn't look like their normal bonfire spot.

The clouds seemed to hang lower than usual, casting shadows over the already dark early morning light.

Crowded trees and unkept bushes occupied the space around her, making her feel even more claustrophobic than before.

The only thing she could remember from last night was talking to you and hanging out with Van for a little while. Then, the dizziness. Then. Nothing.

How did she end up here?

Where even was 'here'?

Everything was too loud, too bright. Too fast. It was like time moved at the speed of light. She could practically hear the low hum of the earth.

Her eyes darted around, listening and taking in her surroundings.

The rustling of the tree tops swaying above. The sound of trickling water flowing down stream. The feeling of the cold wet earth beneath her palms, soft moss pressed between her fingers.

The silence in her chest.

"What the fuck," she gasped out still in a state of panic.

Natalies hands moved to her chest, feeling for a beat, but nothing came. Wide eyes searching for something familiar to ground her and coming up short sent her deeper into her spiral.

She was breathing hard, but it felt like she couldn't get enough air in her lungs.

Her throat was dry. Too dry.

She needed something to wet her mouth. Now.

It was something primal within her. An incurable disease that seemed to take over her entire being. The deep carnal desire to hunt.

The urge to kill.

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(Whoever wants to write something to continue on, feel free to use this, just tag me so I can read the rest, please :) )

[feralnataroni]

"Please, let me have you."

(Vampire!Natalie x Reader)

(Twilight alternate universe where it's you and Natalie)

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It had been a preticularly cold day in October. The clouds from last night's storm swirled and hung low in the sky, and the morning dew was beginning to fall and stick to your windshield.

Today was the day you'd talk to Natalie about the car accident. Not knowing how else to combat these urgent and unfamiliar thoughts, you had to know the truth.

You were waiting in the schools parking lot in your old pickup truck, resting your head on the steering wheel with a heavy sigh. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for any and all possible outcomes.

Would she even entertain the thoughts and theories you had? Would she again completely ignore and dissmiss the fact that she's the reason you're still in one piece?

This wasn't something people normally brought up into conversation.

The day you started to question everything was the day Natalie saved you.

With the speed that Randy's van was heading towards you and the force of its rear hitting your truck bed, it was impossible that you could've logically survived.

The only thing that you managed to remember was how far away Natalie was from you one second, then the next, she was basically shielding you with her body.

The way her golden eyes captivated you in ways you couldn't even decipher in that moment.

There was no way that Natalie Scatorccio was human.

You blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the tiredness and mental turmoil of this whole situation.

You stepped out of your truck to wait for her usual seven a.m. arrival.

You looked around the parking lot for a few seconds before you spotted her. She stood by the stairs leading up to one of the schools entrances with a knowing look on her face.

She was looking right at you.

Her casual demeanor, as she leaned against the concrete wall, was a stark contrast to her steely frame and strong arms that held you and protected you from the impact of the crash.

You locked eyes for a moment before you turned away and began walking towards the forest behind the school.

She had to know that you wanted to talk to her. She had to know that it was impossible for you to calm these racing thoughts.

She had to.

When you heard her faint footsteps trailing behind you, it was hard to see how this would play out.

You reached a clearing at least half a mile in the heavy greenery. You set down your bookbag and kept your back to her.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, and it was difficult to calm your nerves enough to talk.

"You know why we're here," you spoke timidly. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Natalie knew that this was eating at you. Hell, she knew how confused you were and most of all terrified.

"I can take a guess," her voice was low and silky.

She slipped her way around one of the trees behind you but kept a close distance, never drifting far.

You clenched your jaw and balled your fists at your sides.

"How did you stop the van, Natalie?"

You turned around to talk to her, but she was out of sight.

Feeling cold puff of air against your neck, she spoke. "I wanna hear your theories about me," she practically whispered in your ear from behind.

You spun around to face her.

Your breath hitched as you took in her features. Her pale complexion looked even more so under the shaded light of the forest, giving her a haunting glow.

Her lips pursed into a pout, and her eyebrows slightly creased in thought. Her eyes took you in and roamed your face, looking for any signs of fear.

She looked perfect.

"You dissappear when the suns out, I used to think it was because of the camping trips everyone says you take with your friends, but I'm not so sure anymore," you spoke and tried to put a distance between you two, but as you stepped back, she stepped forward.

"Your skin is pale white and ice cold to the touch," you gulp slightly, nearly tripping over a root that stuck out from the forest floor.

"You're impossibly fast and incredibly strong. I mean, for christs' sake, you stopped a van from crushing me with your bare hands." She was practically stalking you now.

With her slow deliberate movements, she made it seem like she enjoyed the hunt, although her eyes conveyed otherwise.

"Say what you're thinking, tell me," she said with a glint in her eye that spoke volumes.

She was desperate to know what you were thinking.

"Despite what I think you are, among all of my other thoughts, there's one I'm left confused with most of all," you sputtered out.

"What's that?" She licked her lips but kept her eyes trained on yours. She kept invading your space until your back collided with one of the trees behind you, causing your game of chase to come to an inevitable end.

"Why? Why did you save me that day when you could've just let me die? I can see how much it bothers you," you asked with trepidation as you maintained eye contact with your captor.

Her dusty golden eyes widened slightly before she quickly pinned your hands back, trapping you between the tree and herself.

Her head moved beside your ear, and your heart raced faster with anticipation, fearing the worst.

She let out a possessive, inhuman growl that you didn't even know was possible for her to produce.

She held still as she held you, seeming to be having an internal battle with herself.

You froze as she finally inhaled a shaky breath, and the exhaled leaving goose bumps all over your now flushed skin.

"You are the air that I breathe," she whispered softly after the silence grew for far too long.

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't focus on anything but her. You felt as if you were beginning to suffocate with how close her body was pressed against yours.

Her hands slowly moved from yours onto your hips and squeezed gently, causing you to gasp.

She closed her eyes as she moved her face from your ear down to your neck and inhaled deeply.

This was not the way you thought this conversation would go, let alone the fact that you were so close to her after her being so reclusive for so long.

It was no secret to you that you liked Natalie. Everything about her drew you in.

"You are the reason for my existence," she nosed the side of your neck down to your collarbone as her thumbs rubbed soft circles against your hips, trying her best to soothe your nerves given your position.

"I- I don't understand," you spoke quietly, trying to understand what she meant by all of this.

She carefully moved back up the length of your neck and pressed a kiss to your pulse point.

Your cheeks flushed red with heat. Your knees went weak, and you held onto her shoulders for stability.

"I did it because you're mine. I can't lose you, and I can't keep myself away from you anymore," Natalie was so vulnerable in this moment, desperately needing you to hear this.

She moved back just far enough to look into your eyes again, and who were you to deny, the beauty before you, such a thing?

"Everything about you makes me weak. I surrender myself to you," her hands left your hips and came up to cup your cheeks.

She moved forward, close enough for her breath to ghost over your lips. How badly you wanted to taste hers, you'd never tell.

"The thought of you dying kills me in ways that are utter torture. Please, let me have you,"

You tried your best to sort out your cluttered thoughts but ultimately caved and leaned forward to capture her lips with yours.

It was like time slowly stopped.

Her hands moved to tangle into your hair and hold you close by the back of your neck, making you need her now more than ever. Your hands gripped her shoulders like a lifeline as she guided you both into oblivion.

She sucked your bottom lip in between her teeth and gave it a little nip before letting out a small possessive growl.

When you pulled apart, you rested your forhead against hers in a quiet but comfortable bliss.

So the lion fell in love with the lamb.

An unlikely pair, but oh, so temping and deliciously dangerous.

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it 💕

[feralnataroni]

My Masterlist 💞

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☆ Yellowjackets ☆

☆ Natalie Scatorccio ☆

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Other blurbs and thoughts I need to organize