Undead Savior
➵ VAV: (vampire) St. Van x fem. reader / one shot, vampire AU / angst, fluff
➵ warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood
➵ word count: 4.1k
➵ series: Baron, Ayno, St. Van, Ziu, Lou, Ace
Bringing you with him was not what St. Van had planned at all.
But letting you bleed to death hadn’t been an option either.
So here you are now, laying on the fluffy bed in St. Van’s guest room, ghostly pale but at least still alive.
He doesn’t know when you’ll wake up – it could take a few hours, but also only minutes, depending on how fast your body will be able to spread the vampire blood St. Van has given you. Given the right dosage, it should be able to heal you rather quickly – but if you should die with his blood still in your system…
Well, then he has just sired a new vampire.
And he definitely does not need a freshly born vampire at his side right now, not when he only just managed to get rid of some rather nasty hunters last month (with a bit of help from another friendly hunter he’s known for a few years now).
It’s not his fault if you turn though – he just tried to save your life. It had been a rather close call for you, the rogue vampire almost ripping out your whole throat right in front of his eyes. Thank God he had been there and managed to surprise the rogue, saving you in the process.
Bringing you to a hospital hadn’t been an option, the smell of blood in there too overpowering even for a strong and old vampire like himself. That’s why he brought you to his own apartment – quickly dressing most of your wounds, before giving you some of his own blood.
And now, all he can do is wait.
You feel like absolute shit when you slowly begin to regain consciousness.
The last thing you remember… is some weird guy trying to grab you.
After that… nothing.
You groan, your tongue feeling like it weighs a ton inside your dry mouth, head pounding slightly. The room you find yourself in is dimly lit, you can just make out a small dresser, a full-length mirror on the wall opposite you and a tiny desk. The bed you lay on is soft and comfortable – but unfamiliar to you. It’s rather cold and you begin to shiver slightly, hugging yourself to keep some warmth.
It’s completely silent inside the apartment.
Has that strange man managed to kidnap you?
You try not to panic and to stay calm.
Should you leave your room? Try to escape – from wherever you’re at right now? But what if your kidnapper is outside, just waiting for you to come out…
Your thoughts spiral like this for a few minutes, before the decision is made for you – footsteps come towards your room; if it weren’t so eerily silent, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them. The door opens with a slight creak, revealing a tall, broad figure standing in the hallway.
You can’t help it – you scream.
"Jesus Christ!", the shadowy man in the doorway yells, nearly dropping the tray he's carrying, "Do you want to give me a heart attack?!"
With that, he switches on the light, looking at you with a slightly incredulous expression. "What was that for?!"
You blink a few times, a bit taken aback. This is definitely not the man who was following you earlier, that much is sure. This man is tall and broad, dark tattoos peek out from under his light grey jumper, his eyes and hair are dark, but his smile friendly.
"Where am I?", you simply ask, actually sounding braver than you feel.
"In my apartment on second street.", the man answers, placing the tray onto the small dresser.
"Why am I here?"
"You were hurt. I brought you here to dress your wounds."
You raise both eyebrows. "You do know hospital exists for exactly this reason, right?"
He looks a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, but my apartment was closer and you were already half-dead when I brought you here, so..."
You snort at that. "Already half-dead? Well, I feel more than fine right now, so that can't be true."
"I have no reason to lie to you.", the man simply states, "But I understand if you don’t believe me."
You decide to stay sceptic, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Who are you even?"
"My name is St. Van."
You suppress a grin - what kind of name it that? - but give him your name as well: "I'm Y/N."
He nods curtly, before pointing to the tray. "I've brought you some tea. Drink, it will help your body to stay warm."
And with that, he turns to leave again, but you quickly jump up, wanting to hold him back - but failing, thanks to the world suddenly beginning to spin around you. "Oof.", you make, but before your body can hit the ground, strong hands have already picked you up and placed you back on the bed again. You have no idea how fast St. Van must have moved, you only know it should have been impossible.
"H- how...", you ask confused, but he quickly shushes you: "Sleep, Y/N." Strangely, the intensity of his gaze makes you sleepy and darkness washes over you - seconds later, you're out like a light.
St. Van sighs, looking at your sleeping form. He shouldn't have used his power on you, the gift of persuasion being something he tries to use as rarely as possible. But he knows your body isn't completely healed yet, knows you need more sleep, so making you sleep was actually in your best interest.
At least that's what he tries to tell himself - it definitely had nothing to do with you seeing how fast he had moved to catch you.
He has been for the look-out for the rogue vampire for a few weeks now. Most of the information he had on the rogue was thanks to Lou, one of the more friendly, open-minded hunters out there. From time to time they team up, knowing it’s easier to catch rogue creatures who threaten to expose the supernatural world to humans with the combined strength of their skills.
But Lou had to leave before catching this particular vampire, so he entrusted St. Van with all the information he had already gathered so far, before departing to take over another pressing case in a town a few hours away.
Since then, St. Van has begun to follow the younger vampire, trying to see if he could maybe catch him on his own and help him with his blood lust. By now though, he knows that the rogue is a lost case, already being way too deep into his blood rage. There is only one way to end his bloody path - to end him.
Easier said than done, though - the younger vampire is pumped to the brim with fresh human blood, making him faster and stronger than St. Van, who relies on blood bags to keep him from starving. It had been more luck than skill he was even able to fight the rogue off your body, thankfully managing to save you. But now he is still out there, continuing to look for more human blood.
St. Van knows he should be out there, trying to catch the rogue, but he doesn't want to leave you alone. Maybe the rogue will come back and take what, at least in his eyes, is his - to finish what he started.
No, St. Van won't leave you.
Maybe Lou could send another hunter over... The vampire considers this for a moment, before pulling out his phone and dialing the hunter’s number.
Lou picks up after a few rings: "What's up?"
"Can you send someone to take care of the rogue vampire? I won’t be able to leave my apartment for some time."
"What do you mean, you won’t be able to leave your apartment? The sun's not even that strong at the moment." Lou sounds exasperated and St. Van can only imagine the dark scowl the young man is probably sporting right now.
"The rogue vampire attacked a young woman tonight and almost killed her. I brought her to my apartment and gave her some of my blood to heal her body. She's still out like a light at the moment, but I don't want to leave her alone in case the rogue comes back and tries to end what he started.", St. Van explains quietly, his back turned to you. He fumbles for the light switch, the darkness immediately helping with his concentration. Even though the sun can’t actually hurt vampires, the darkness feels way more natural to them, bright lights often hurting their eyes and giving them splitting headaches four hours on end.
On the other end of the line, Lou sighs deeply. "I'll try and see what I can do. I’ll get back to you as soon as- oh, hey babe. Why are you awake? Did I wake you?" A muffled voice, female and sleepy, answers something inaudible even to St. Van's superior vampire hearing. "Go back to bed. I'll be there in a second."
St. Van doesn't think he's ever heard Lou use such a soft, gentle tone before.
"Uh, so, yeah. I'll send another hunter over. Stay with the woman and take care of her. I'll text you when I’ve got news." With that, he simply hangs up.
The vampire raises both eyebrows, looking at his phone with an incredulous expression on his face. Well, that was kind of rude. But he just sighs, before pocketing the tiny advice again. He’s used to it by now. That’s just how the young hunter is.
When he turns around to look at you again, he jumps.
Because your eyes are wide open, staring at him and reflecting the dim light coming from the hallway.
"Uh. How are you awake?!", St. Van asks, shocked as well. This shouldn't be possible - his persuasion has never failed him before!
You simply continue to stare at the man, still too shocked to talk. You've heard the whole conversation, the voice of the other person - someone called Lou? - on the phone audible even to you.
"So, I guess you heard everything.", St. Van asks again, trying to sound calm (which he isn't at all right now).
You simply nod, heart beating fast in your chest.
"I swear, I'm not a psychopath. I'm really trying to protect you."
"And you're a vampire."
St. Van jumps a bit, looking at you with wide eyes.
"I- what?"
You suppress a smile at his comical expression. "You're a vampire.", you repeat yourself.
He begins to nod slowly, before quickly catching himself and beginning to shake his head rigorously. "There's no such thing as vampires."
You raise one eyebrow, scowling slightly. "Don't even try this with me, I know there are. My family has the sight."
St. Van looks surprised at this new information - this actually explains why his persuasion didn’t work on you. Humans with the Sight are often immune to some supernatural powers - apparently, this has something to do with their lineage (at least one person in your family tree had to be some kind of supernatural creature for the Sight to emerge in the next generation). "Really? So you're able to see ghosts and everything?"
"Yup, have been ever since birth. Just like everyone else in my family. So I know about the supernatural world - even if I'm not part of it, not really at least."
The vampire sighs, looking relieved. "Well, that makes everything a lot easier. But why didn't you notice the rogue vampire following you, then?"
You cross your arms in front of your chest, beginning to pout and St. Van doesn't think he's ever seen anything cuter than this, you're adorable.
“Just because I know of the supernatural world, doesn't mean I know a lot about it. You're actually the first supernatural creature I've come into real contact with - even though I'm pretty sure the slightly eccentric boyfriend of one of my closest friends is actually a warlock."
St. Van simply nods. "Fair enough. So - like you’ve already overheard, I think the rogue vampire will keep a lookout for you. So I don’t think it will be safe for you to be alone, at least for the time being."
You consider him for a few moments, before shrugging. "Well, thank God I'm on holiday at the moment and don't have to go into work." You gaze around the room. "So, do I have to stay here with you or...?"
"Uh, well, it would make things a lot easier. But I do understand if you want to go home. I'll just keep watch over you from afar - that should work as well."
"But not as well, right?"
St. Van nods again. "Like I said - it would make things a lot easier if you'd just stay here with me. If Lou contacts another hunter as quickly as he's promised, the rogue should be taken care of in a few days."
"Okay, then... I'll stay. But I think I'll need a few of my things to be comfortable in here, like clothes and stuff like that."
The handsome vampire smiles at you. "Of course. Give me your address and I’ll get you whatever your heart desires. In the meantime... if you want to, you can take a shower. I'll lend you some of my clothes."
You look at yourself, realizing with slight horror that you're covered in dried blood. "Ew.", you make a bit distressed, gazing up at St. Van, "Isn't this diffcult for you? Being in the same room with me - with so much blood?"
But he only shrugs. "Nah. It's dried up, so it doesn’t smell nearly as good as fresh blood. Still, I would appreciate you taking a shower." He grins at you, showing you his pearly white canines (no fangs in sight though).
You huff playfully. "Just tell me I stink.", you murmur, before slowly getting up. St. Van extends one hand towards you, but you shake your head. "I'm okay."
The vampire shows you to his bathroom, which is tiny but very clean and neat, and gives you fresh towels as well as some of his clothes, before leaving you alone. The warm water helps relax your stiff muscles and you're surprised to see no bruises or other wounds on your body. Just some scars that look like they've been on your body for at least a few months. "Probably the vampire blood St. Van gave me...", you murmur, "Very effective indeed."
Twenty minutes later, you feel like a new person; quickly toweling yourself off before getting dressed. St. Van's clothes are way too big on you, but they are comfortable and smell amazing. You definitely need to ask which laundry detergent he's using.
When you leave the bathroom, releasing steam and the smell of fresh soap, you find St. Van in the kitchen, making dinner. He smiles at you, his eyes forming little crescents. "Feeling better?" He takes in your wet, frizzy hair and the way his large jumper gives you sweater paws, the view making him feel all soft and mushy inside.
You nod, sliding onto the kitchen bench. "Immensely, thank you. Why are you cooking? I thought vampires can't eat normal - uh, well, I mean, human food."
"That's right. But I guess you must be pretty hungry by now."
Right on time, your stomach begins to grumble, making you both laugh.
"There you go." With that, he places a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of you.
"It smells delicious, thank you!", you say right before diving in. You can't stifle a tiny moan when the first bite hits your gums.
St. Van grins. "I guess you like it?"
You nod fiercely before swallowing and asking: "Where did you learn to cook?"
He props his chin on one hand, gazing at you with a slightly wistful expression on his face. It makes your heart flutter and you hurriedly take another bite before being able to blurt out something stupid.
"My mother was an amazing cook, actually. She taught me a lot about spices and how to combine different flavors and so on."
"So you weren't a cook before turning into a vampire?"
"No, I was a priest actually."
At this, you choke on your food, coughing and only getting your windpipe freed again thanks to St. Van carefully hitting you on the back, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"A priest?!", you're finally able to gasp out, still left with a few tears in your eyes.
"Those were different times, Y/N. A lot of people became priests or nuns back then. It was pretty normal, actually.", St. Van explains, his eyes glinting amused.
"Mhm, yeah, I guess...", you mumble, taking another bite and observing the handsome man opposite you. "Do you believe in God, then?", you ask curiously.
He nods. "I do, yes. I mean, there must be something bigger out there - and we just give it the name 'God'. It can be a kind of energy or something like that, I don’t know. But I definitely do believe in something more."
Well, you can definitely agree with him on that.
Your conversation continues to flow easily over the next few hours; you tell him about your family and job, he in turn talks about the many historical events he managed to witness during his life as a vampire - he actually saw the Berlin wall fall?! He was at Times Square when the end of the Second World War was declared?! You are more than amazed, being a bit of a history freak. When he talks about the years he used to live in China, your heart softens even more for the vampire - you can’t believe he’s still in contact with the descendants of the family he used to stay with, all of them actually knowing about him being a supernatural creature! This really touches you, showing that he still cares about all the humans he met over the span of his long life.
It's well after midnight when your eyes begin to droop, making St. Van gently smile at you. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, Y/N.", he murmurs and you nod, letting yourself be led towards the tiny guest room.
"Don’t worry, Y/N, I'll keep you safe."
That's the last thing you hear, before falling into a deep slumber.
The next few days are spent in the company of your undead (and ridiculously handsome) savior: he makes you breakfast, watches movies with you and lets you ask all kind of questions, answering them with an almost saintly patience.
You quickly notice you actually share the same kind of humor, always laughing about silly stuff (St. Van's laugh rapidly becoming one of your favorite sounds in the entire world, it’s just adorable).
He tells you more about his past, about his family and friends, about the supernatural world.
It doesn't take long for you to feel completely comfortable around him, his laid-back, easy-going nature making it absolutely impossible for you to not like him.
You pretty much forget all about the danger you're actually in - the rogue vampire couldn’t be further from your mind.
You're not quite sure what wakes you during the third night spend in St. Van's guest room - but your heart is hammering inside your chest, your hands are clammy and you feel like you're unable to breathe properly.
Everything instinct inside you screams to run.
Carefully, you sit up and look around your room - everything's still dark, so it should still be nighttime, you guess.
You creep towards your door, trying to be as quiet as possible, before opening it and stepping into the hallway.
"St. Van?", you whisper into the darkness.
No answer.
You begin to shiver a bit, hugging yourself tightly, the sleeves of your jumper way too long and covering your hands.
"There you are."
That is definitely not St. Van's voice.
You whirl around, but before you can react in any way, two long-fingered hands have already grabbed you around the neck, slowly beginning to choke you. "I can still taste your blood.", a voice rasps, but thanks to the non-existent lighting, you're unable to see more than a shadowy figure in front of you.
Your fingers claw at the hands around your neck, trying to get them off and failing miserably. You struggle to get air into your lungs, darkness beginning to creep into your vision. "Please.", you croak out, but the rogue vampire just hisses.
The next thing you feel are his fangs grazing the thin skin covering your neck. Tears are streaming down your face, the only thought in your head being I don't want to die, I don't want to die, oh please, God, I don't want to die - then, pain seems to explode in your entire body, the vampire burying his fangs into your vulnerable neck.
You're unable to scream, unable to move, unable to feel anything but pain soaring through your whole body.
This is the end, you think.
Darkness washes over you.
"Please wake up, oh God, Y/N, please wake up.", a male voice besides you sobs, "Y/N, please come back to me."
Something strong and painful hits your chest, making you gasp, your eyes flying open in the process.
St. Van's scared face hovers just above you.
"Oh God, oh God, thank the heavens.", he gasps out, when he sees you looking at him, your eyes wide and searching.
He softly cradles your face between his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. "You're okay, you're okay. You're safe, I've got you.", he murmurs, slowly wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks and carefully holding your body against his chest.
"Where-", you croak, but St. Van instantly hushes you. "Don't speak, save your strength. I gave you some of my blood, but it hasn't managed to heal you just yet." He hugs you even closer, hands stroking your back, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I failed you..." He chokes on his own words, trying to calm himself with a few deep breaths (even if he doesn't really need any of those, right?).
"I was gone for barely thirty minutes to get some more of your stuff.", he whispers, pressing his face into your hair, "But that bastard... he must have watched us."
You move a bit in his arms until he loosens his grip around you. You gaze up at him, at the worried lines on his forehead, his dark, apologetic eyes and the grim set to his mouth. You raise one hand, gently touching his cheek. "It's not your fault.", you rasp as softly as you can manage.
"He nearly killed you.", St. Van whispers, lips trembling slightly.
"You saved me."
"I should have come earlier, I shouldn't have left you alone-"
"Hush. Don't beat yourself up. You saved me, twice. I owe you everything.", you interrupt him, tracing the worried lines on his forehead with one finger.
He swallows thickly, before nodding, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. Gently, you stroke the hair at the back of his neck, hoping it will calm him down further.
In that moment, a tall, blond-haired man steps inside the apartment, making you jump. Immediately, St. Van's grip around you tightens and he bares his fangs. When he sees the unimpressed expression on the intruder's face, he relaxes again. "Oh, it's just you."
"Just me? Excuse you! I just killed that rogue vampire!", the man huffs, a bit offended, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"You helped. A bit.", St. Van replies with raised eyebrows.
"Well, yeah, okay. But I have to get rid of that thing now. So I think some thanks would be in order." He looks at you, taking in your tired expression and bloody clothes, the way you cling to St. Van. Immediately, his cat-like eyes soften. "I'm Inseong, by the way. Nice to meet you."
You return his smile wearily. "Y/N. Thanks for saving me."
"Don't mention it, that's what we hunters are here for." With that, he turns to the vampire again, "I'll give Lou your greetings along with my report. Soo... I guess I'll see you around. Take care." With that, he gives you both a mock-salute, before stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind him.
St. Van gazes down at you, eyes soft. "Are you okay?", he asks quietly.
You nod. "I will be."
Especially with you by my side, you silently add in your head.
He sighs deeply, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead; your heart skips a beat at the sweet, simple gesture.
"I promise I'll keep you safe from now on.", St. Van whispers, arms tightening around you.
I won't ever leave you again, he silently adds in his head.
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