#original vampire story

[grycensharp07]

I had this thought that it’d be neat if Lars and Mads played vampires together in something, then I came up with a story idea for it (four actually but this is the one that’s the most visually interesting) and then I decided to draw it to get it out of my system. They’re demonic bird puppies for story reasons and so I have an excuse to not feel bad about my horrible ability to draw likenesses

They’re Dracula’s heirs (their last name being Draculsen) through it’s unknown if he’s actually their father (Blood Heirs) or if he just bit them and passed his power along (Made Heirs) and they don’t know if they’re actually siblings but that part hasn’t ever mattered to them. Tønnes is believed to more likely be Dracula’s blood heir due to having the same copper-brass eyes as him though. They can turn into these eight foot (friendly fluff) demons because of Dracula’s inheritance, and they’re more or less chill nice people instead of evil overlords. They’re respected but somewhat controversial rulers due to their not taking to the bloody ways of vampires and preferring pacifistic approaches as a first resort, but they’ll make exceptions for tearing piece of shit wastes of air and their armies to pieces, along with any assassins sent to kill them. They also wish to push human-vampire relations toward being that of equals rather than predator and prey. Other vampires also think it’s weird that Ejnar has no interest towards lustful endeavours or the orgy parties and Tønnes has steadfast refused any arranged marriage attempts since it’s not as simple as falling in love traditionally for him and would rather any relationships he would get into involve a genuine connection between both parties. So for their detractors there’s not that much of an issue with succession to their benefit if one of their assassination attempts actually succeeds. Also Ejnar owns a female dragon he named Udholdenher and Tønnes owns a male griffin he named Musik, yes it’s impractical since they can both fly on their own but they love their big babies so much it doesn’t matter. Their big babies also get to rip apart would be assassins as a treat.

And as a joke let’s just say there’s a Benedict Cumberbatch vampire who’s the Made son of Carmilla and he’s basically their weird gay coded Barbie villain who’s obsessed with them, believing it’s time for a new reigning line of vampires and wants to trick them into biting him for a legitimate claim of power and masochist reasons. His name is Emil Augustine Carmillsohde and his demonic bat form would look like a hammerhead bat once he acquires it through emotional blackmail

Also I wasn’t expecting to finish and post this a few days after Lars’ birthday so take this as a happy little coincidence

link to my master post of Palestinian resources and individual families in need to either donate to or reblog, the people who rely on these links for aid would greatly appreciate it: https://www.tumblr.com/grycensharp07/745868866895446017/help-me-get-my-handicapped-child-out-of-gaza

[snakes-in-mirrors]

The Hollow Vessel 🩸 [oc]

"All people are born... well, let's call it a soul. Mediums are born empty. Therefore, anything can come in, anything can come out. And usually it's not the most pleasant things."

[louisbxne]

black vampires + witches

akasha, queen of the damned (2002)

louis & claudia, interview with the vampire (2022-)

tara thorton, true blood (2008-2014)

blade, blade (1998)

marcel gerard, the originals (2013-2018)

sarah fox, my babysitter's a vampire (2011-2012)

alex & camryn, twitches (2005)

rochelle zimmerman, the craft (1996)

bonnie bennett, the vampire diaries (2009-2017)

vincent griffith, the originals (2013-2018)

marie laveau, american horror story (2011-)

macy vaughn, charmed (2018-2022)

[sunnypopoki]

YANDERE X READER RECS ━━

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʟ��ᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ!

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 ( yandere! mafia husband x female! reader)

Y/N fell in love with him in high school, married him after graduation, and moved in with him whenever she decided to go to college. But something about him was odd. Disappearing at night, being gone for days on end, answering suspicious unknown phone calls, being overly clingy... He's not cheating, right? Or was something worse going on?

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD, TUMBLR, QUOTEV

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 ( dark reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Y/N wanted her arranged husband dead. Who could blame her? After she was forced to marry the Grand Duke, she knew that she'd live a miserable life, especially if it meant being tethered to him til the end of her days. So she started to make a plan. A sinister plan to kill him, his close friends, and topple his empire of fame to the ground. If she wasn't allowed to have rights, why should they? But it was easier said than done... because unbeknownst to her, three men would do anything to appease her.

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𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 ( yandere! emperor x female! reader )

Emperor Cadmus Dimitriou. Whether people knew him by his title as emperor of Kiaba, or his cutthroat win in the war three years ago, they all knew that a man like him was destined for greatness. But Y/N? She was destined for the constant spray of blood, the roaring of the crowd, and the thud of bodies dropping. It wasn't like Gladiators had a choice. However, that all changed when she was bought for a cheap price by a cruel man who wanted to test her fame. And Emperor Cadmus wouldn't take no for an answer.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 ( yandere! vampire x male! reader )

The Devil stopped at the doorstep of Y/N's church with a charming smile. Business, he said, that was why he came by to visit. His touch left Y/N's skin in flames, his gaze made his stomach twist, and his voice made his head spin. This man, Linus Ambrose Wittherson, had to be Lucifer himself.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ( assassins! reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Everyone inside Fulminare Academy had secrets; the professors, the students, the scrappy dogs outside. Y/N was no different. However, she never thought those secrets would lead to her demise. Mysterious men were out for her head, or more specifically, the knowledge inside it. May curiosity kill these wicked cats.

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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓 ( yandere! serial killer x male! reader )

Y/N knew there was something wrong with him but he couldn't help it. He was 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. Who wouldn't be hooked onto someone like Micah Ariti? A transfer student from Greece who was perfect in every way; his athleticism, his creativity, his 'no-bullshit' type of personality. Even if he knew then about who he really was, he was already addicted. He would never let him go.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello! Big fan of your writing. Would you like to write a snippet about an evil vampire who is only soft to their human even though they swear that the human is nothing to them more than a convenient source of food .

"You are bleeding."

"I'm sorry. I've not-" The human gestured vaguely at the bowl. "I've not wasted any. I swear."

The vampire appeared at their side in a flash, and that would have been absolutely terrifying if the human wasn't so used to it. Well. It was still a little terrifying. Everything about them was always a little terrifying.

The vampire's cold gaze roamed between the large gash on the human's hand to the elegant mixing bowl tinged bloody, then to the knife left clattered on the counter. The remnants of dinner prep.

Their eyes went pinprick scarlet. That, and the slight inhale of a breath, was the only sign of the uncontrollable and insatiable thirst that so drove their species.

"Stupid accident," the human said. They felt a little woozy. "Sorry. I know it's not as good when it's not fresh but I- um." Well. The generous description was that they panicked.

They had no idea what the vampire would do if they wasted blood, even by accident.

"Hm." The vampire picked up the sharp kitchen knife, licking the wasted droplets from its wicked edge. "Have you considered trying to stem the bleeding?"

It took the human a second to process, to wrench themselves away from staring.

"Didn't get that far. I just sort of thought, 'shit, blood'. Catch it!"

"How considerate."

"You know me," the human tried for a laugh, "I aim to please and not die."

"Indeed."

The laugh had come out a bit strangled. The human cleared their throat. "Speaking of catching blood...would you like to be my receptacle instead of the mixing bowl, seeing as you're here now anyway? Hungry?"

Though that raised the question of why exactly their vampire had appeared. The forces of darkness and evil did not usually make themselves known before sundown, even if the manor was all tinted and sun-blocked windows. The smell of fresh blood must have woken them.

The vampire responded by reaching down and ripping a length off their no doubt expensive and very fine linen night shirt.

The human's eyes widened. "Uh..."

"Hand."

The human obediently surrendered their hand. They watched in mild astonishment as the vampire made quick work of cleaning and bandaging their hand, using their ruined clothes like an old-fashioned tourniquet.

"Didn't know you knew how to do that," the human mumbled. "You know we have a first aid kit in the bathroom upstairs?"

"A what?"

"A first aid kit. Medicine kit. With bandages and plasters and stuff."

"And yet you were bleeding into your mixing bowl."

"Well, the bathroom's a long way to go dripping blood on your floors."

"Hm."

"I'm sorry I woke you. It's - I'm okay. I really didn't waste any."

"Good. Your blood is precious. How is your hand? Does it hurt?"

"It's okay. I'm okay."

"You need to be more careful."

"I'm sorry."

"You're a fragile thing, you could have taken a finger off."

"Sorry. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Hm." The vampire's sharp gaze flicked over them again.

The human realised, belatedly, that the vampire was still cradling their hand. They flushed. The vampire let go.

"Sit," the vampire ordered. "What are you making? Tell me what to do."

"What?" They were sure they'd only cut their hand, not suffered some form of brain damage that caused hallucinations.

The vampire's eyes narrowed; ever disinclined to repeating themselves.

"Uh..." The human swallowed. "Chop the veg. Put veg in frying pan."

They watched the vampire get to work. It was bizarre. They'd never seen the vampire do anything around the house. Their immortality was a thing of hedonistic cruelties, tempered only by the fact that it was easier to pay someone to take the role of blood bag in the modern age than kidnap them.

"You really don't have to do that for me," they said.

"Are you suggesting that somewhere in the last thousand years I became incapable of chopping vegetables?"

"No. No, of course not."

"Then hold your tongue. I don't pay you to question me or for your opinions. You're a walking blood bag."

"Right. Right, yeah. Sorry."

The vampire made them dinner, following instructions in a way that the human truly had thought them too proud for, as the sun sank slow and pretty beyond the window.

"Thank you," the human said, nonplussed, when the vampire eventually loaded a full dinner plate. They were more nonplussed when the vampire didn't hand it over, though, simply holding a fork up to the human's mouth. "Er...my hand is okay. I can hold cutlery. I know I don't heal vampire fast but..."

"You're questioning me again."

"Right. Sorry." The human accepted the mouthful of food, then another. Their stomach did something weird and flipping beneath the vampire's strange care, their intent focus.

"Good," the vampire murmured.

In the aftermath of dinner, the night black and endless beyond the windows, they stared at each other.

The human's heart pounded. They were all too aware of the fact that the vampire could hear it. All of their normal, comfortable routines felt disrupted somehow.

They wet their abruptly dry lips.

"Don't hurt yourself again, pet," the vampire said abruptly. "That's my job."

Then they were gone.

[dude-could-you-be-more-gay]

I think Lestat believed in God because he loved Mass. But then he went to the opera and found out he just really likes live music.

[thespicycrab]

@SPAMOFEDITS on TikTok

[nigelgraz]

(OC) Hachiro 🕷💥

I've been falling in love with him all over again and he's been on my mind so much lately it's unreal </3

[klausysworld]

(Very short little piece but a small idea that kept nagging me)

The Colour In His Life

Elijah, Rebekah and Hayley made their way into the gallery, a sigh of annoyance and confusion on each of their faces, bare Elijah who remained unreadable as ever.

"I don't understand why Klaus wouldn't tell us he had a show on." Hayley muttered with a small frown and Rebekah hummed in agreement.

"He's usually all for flaunting his talents and what not." She scoffed as they made their way through the hall in an attempt to find him whilst paying the faintest attention to the paintings hung across each wall.

Both women stumbled slightly as Elijah's arms darted out to stop them all in their path. "What was that for?" Rebekah snapped, before following the direction of Elijah's eyes.

Klaus was stood with his arms round a young women from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both started up at an abstract piece of art. It was difficult to hear much of anything over the chatter of the hall but Elijah was able to focus in.

"We should make another one just like this one." Niklaus murmured against her ear, his head turning to kiss the side of her neck as she squirmed and blushed red.

"That was..." She swallowed a lump, trailing off as he chuckled.

"A beautiful night." He purred against her. Elijah's eyes darted to the painting, this time realising the distorted hand marks and the way her hair must've sprawled over the paper in their...time together. He would have sighed but nothing was surprising for Niklaus, except that he'd been able to hide this new lover of his from them all for, by the looks of things, quite some time.

"We've been hovering here to long, people will start to stare at it too hard and figure it out." She whispered, Elijah could hear the gentle nerves and was surprised as Niklaus's hand took hers and interlaced their fingers, he was being comforting. It's nice to know he's capable I suppose. Elijah thought to himself.

He watched as they made their way to the next few paintings, listened to the girl praise and gush over everything Klaus had created. And yet, Niklaus did not gloat and his chest did not puff out as his ego was stroked.

No, Niklaus was only looking at her.

Elijah had not seen love on his brother too often, even over a millennia it had been rare for that feeling to be so raw that the naked eye could perceive it. But in that moment there was no doubting the feelings coloured across Klaus's features.

In silent agreement all three followed the couple at a reasonable but hearable distance.

The path seemed to wind a little, Rebekah's eyes narrowed as they turned corner after corner, Hayley narrowly catching the door that said employees only. Perhaps they were anticipating a confrontation by following them in but they quickly came to a stop. Going so far as to hold the breath that they didn't need as they hoped that Klaus wouldn't pick up on their presence.

Rebekah's eyes almost fell out of her head at he sight on her brother down on one knee.

The girl was in tears, her head nodding even as he continued his speech. Even after he'd pushed the ring along her finger and pulled her into his embrace.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" She chanted quietly, snuggling into him, pulling back only to kiss his mouth and reiterate her response.

Hayley's eyes drifted over the walls covered in familiar scenery, places in New Orleans. It quickly became apparent that they must have been special places to the pair, perhaps significant date locations. It melted her heart a little.

Thankfully Klaus was far too busy to notice them being their or the soft click of the door as they left.

Instead he focused on the bride to be in his arms all while his family sat at home looking to one another in some question of how on earth they had managed to miss such a huge thing.

"At least we know why he didn't invite us to his show..."

[whereserpentswalk]

Vampires come in a lot of forms. Some can pass entirely as human, others have completely inhuman features. Some are born vampires, some choose to become them, some are turned by other vampires. Some are weak to sunlight, or fresh water, or silver, others aren't. There isn't one thing that makes someone a vampire, it's a fluid category and a community, but everyone knows what they are and what makes someone a vampire.

You grew up being told you weren't one of them. Vampires were talked about as something other, something different, something dangerous. There were vampires who would attack you on the street and steal your blood, that you were taught to fear and avoid. And there were vampires who "understood they had a serious condition" who you were meant to feel sorry for, and whose families whispered about them in hushed tones, vampires who knew to obey human authorities to keep people safe. Never was it suggested that you could possibly be a vampire.

You weren't a vampire but you were born with yellow eyes and pale skin. But your skin was only pale compared to your family, and they were happy there was someone in their family with lighter skin, so they were happy, and next to your classmates you'd look the opposite of unusually pale. If you were a vampire your family wouldn't have liked that you had lighter skin then them and eyes that weren't brown.

You weren't a vampire but you drink blood. When you were about seven you got terribly sick, and you didn't get better until one day, by instinct,, you drained a local pigeon of its blood after hunting it down like a cat. You kept doing it, hunting small animals, and then when you were older; drinking little sips of blood from willing freinds. You could never get caught. If you were a vampire your family and teachers would have given you blood, but you weren't a vampire, you were a weird kid who drank blood for no reason, if they caught you they'd tell you to stop. But it's better for people to think you're a human who occasionally drinks blood for no reason, then for then to think you're a vampire and have all the adults around you treat you like you're dangerous, and mabye even put you in a "specialized school".

You weren't a vampire but you're really good at magic. Better then everyone around you. When vampires are good at magic its scary and the people around them tend to try to prevent them from being able to do it so that they don't use it to hurt someone. But when a human is good at magic it makes them cool and makes it so everyone wants to be their freind. Even when it's the type of magic vampires tend to be good at.

You weren't a vampire but at age twelve you started getting more vampire like features. You didn't develop secondary sex traits and your primary sex traits just sort of fell off. You grew wings on your back, and your pupils turned to slits, and every one of your teeth became incredibly sharp, like they were perfect for draining blood. Nobody ever told you it meant you were a vampire though, they thought it was some sort of unknowable mutation, mabye from the fae or demonic forces. And since you were just a human with some weird traits everyone was fine when kids made fun of you for them, and everyone was fine when you're school didn't accommodate your new wings, because they only have to accommodate non-human students, and they only have to ban people from making fun of non humans, and you're just a weird human. And when your mother tells you not to smile because it'll show you're sharp teeth it's all ok.

You weren't a vampire but you acted differently then all of the humans at school. Your freinds in highschool were all weirdos who either weren't calling themselves human at the time, or who would tell you later in life that they were never human. And you hung out so you could be weird together, and you all read the same scifi books, and all knew too much about niche subjects. And all the normal human kids wouldn't hang out with you because you just didn't act normally. And the adults around you would scold you, because you didn't act, or talk, or think like a human, and you were supposed to be one.

You weren't a vampire but you were sensitive to sunlight. It's not like you would die in it, just it would hurt you, and since you were human you were expected to still be out during the day because it's weird to not like sunlight. And even though water hurt when you drank it you drank it anyway because it would be weird as a human not to drink water. And when you pass by a lot of small objects you feel the need to count them, but it's not like you need to like you hear that vampires do, you just get uncomfortable when you don't, but it would be weird to so most of the time you don't.

You're not a vampire because that's something horrible that happens to other people, you're a nice polite human.

You eventually go to college in a much larger city, with a lot more nonhumans. And you end up meeting freinds, some of whom are just openly vampires, and they aren't monsters or tragedies, they're happy. And you wish so much that you could be a vampire like then, because then you'd have an excuse for everything, then everything wrong with you would make sense.

And then some ghoul in your freind group who you talked to about a scifi novel your lonely teenage self obsessed over, calls you, "that cute vampire" to a mutual freind casually. And you realize he just thinks of you as a vampire, and you don't bother explaining to him that you're not, and for a momment it feels good, it feels like people like you that way.

And when you tell your parents that summer you're a vampire they dismiss it. Never their perfect lovely child. They tell you there were never signs, and that everyone wants to be a vampire nowadays. You realize that you're not going to be home another summer.

And this cute werewolf girl from your school asks you out, and when she goes home and cuddles you and pets your head, and lets you kiss all six of her nipples, she tells you you're such a cute little vampire, and that you're her little vampire, and suddenly everything feels so very ok. And you feel like there's nothing wrong with you. And you love being a vampire.

And you were always a vampire. And at the same time you wish you had always been a vampire.

[snakes-in-mirrors]

Lots of new people here and some are wondering why a vampire has a snake. It's a touching story in three acts:

[butcher--bird]

bernadette, worlds most anxious vampire (for a good reason)

[humbuns]

ref sheets for my nun x vampire ocs...!

[sushirrrry]

in the dim glow of the decadent victorian theater, she finds herself entranced by two irresistible strangers; their wicked promises whispering pleasures far more intoxicating than the performance on the stage.

COMING SOON.

vampire!harry&bill, gothic, threesome, explicit.

intermission.

It was then that she noticed where the chill had come from.

Catherine noticed the first man enter her row from the left, his movements so fluid they barely disturbed the air around him. He was tall, his black coat tailored sharply to his frame, and his dark hair gleamed like polished onyx. Catherine’s gaze flickered to him briefly before she looked away, unsettled by the quiet intensity of his presence. He took the seat directly beside her, and she felt the coldness intensify, as though he carried winter under his petticoat.

Catherine kept her head up, eyes forward. The seats were quite small, which made his presence was all too well knowing.

A second man appeared from the opposite end of her row, on the right side this time; his approach no less graceful but somehow more intriguing as she turned her head. He was almost, if not more, striking than the first, but there was something in his bearing—something measured and deliberate—that drew her attention despite herself. His eyes, pale as smoke, caught hers for the briefest of moments as he seated himself to her right. A faint smile touched his lips, one that seemed to mock her discomfort.

The space between them—between her—felt suffocating, though neither of the men had spoken a word. Catherine’s heart beat faster, her fan now still in her hand as she struggled to make sense of the sensations coursing through her. The cold, the stillness, the strange pull of the two men—it was as though the theater itself had conspired to unnerve her as they stayed the only three on the balcony thus far.

The heat of the summer was a distant memory as Catherine rubbed her fingers together to warm them.

“Good evening, miss,” The man on her left murmured at last, his voice low and rich, each syllable curling like smoke in the air between them.

She turned to him, startled by his sudden address, something she wasn’t sure she should interact at all. While Catherine had been taught her manners, she felt that there had been a feeling of unease that she just couldn’t place. Maybe it was the story that she had heard from Henry earlier; it had been playing with her mind.

The man’s smile was faint, his pale skin catching the faint glow of the stage lights as he kept an eye on her. A steady one, at that.

“Indeed,” The man on her right said, leaning slightly toward her—her head turned towards him then as he raised a brow at her attention. His voice was deeper, tinged with an almost imperceptible amusement. “A most enchanting evening, I’d say.”

Catherine felt the chill deepen, her body rigid as though she had been caught between two forces she could not name. The theater seemed to fade around her, the murmurs of the crowd and the swell of the orchestra a distant hum. She had been acutely aware of their presence, of their gazes lingering on her as though she were not merely an audience member.

However, as she stared towards the stage, feeling the sensational pull of fear in her chest, she hadn’t known then at that she was the main event.

[ranuunculus]

revived an old Vampyr character. (OC)

[seriesxwriting]

Hey would you possibly be able to do me a request where the reader is struggling with her transition to a vampire but calls Elijah to help her knowing that they both clearly had feelings for each other

Thank you so much for this request, I love writing for Elijah he’s so underrated!!

You need me? I’m coming.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Y/n

Series: The vampire diaries

Summary: Request! You are struggling with your transition. Theres only one person you want to comfort you. One person you want to be more than friends with.

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of starving.

Ring

Ri-

"What a pleasant surprise getting a call off of you- its been almost a month"

"Lijah?"

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

"I need you"

"... Im coming".

He ended the phone and I dropped it onto my pillow where I was laying. Though it was getting a little uncomfortable considering it was soaking wet from all my crying. I couldn't see the wet patches because of how dark id made my room. I hoped I could wrap myself up in a big blanket of darkness and never leave again.

But it was becoming too much, Id shut all my friends out I didn't want to see anybody. That's what I thought- but Elijah was different- I needed him, he was the only one who could help me. I fought it for so long, my finger lingered over the call button multiple times for the last month.

Today, I gave in. If anyone could help me get back to normal it was him. Only him.

Not long later a knock came at my door, I rolled over onto my back and took a deep sigh in, preparing myself to get up and open the door. In a matter of seconds the door to my apartment flew off the hinges and smashed onto the floor.

"Y/N?" Elijah called out and he swiftly entered the flat. I blinked up at him still in shock he'd broken my door. "Y/N" he whispered when he saw me, the man rushed over to my bed and put my face in his hands. "What happened" he asked me softly, I could tell he was confused but his worry over took any other emotion.

I tried to swallow, my mouth was so dry. "I'm transitioning lijha" I admitted, which was enough to make his face change. "Y- you're a vampire? What the hell have I missed over this last month?". I tried swallowing again throwing my head forward to help myself out. "When was the last time you fed y/n?" he whispered, wiping the hair out of my face.

"Um" I replied trying to think of when I had. But I just shook my head. "Come here" he sighed, the man pulled the covers off me and lifted me gently by the waist and held me in his arms. He bit into his wrist and moved it closer to my face. "No" I shook my head, turning my face into his chest. "Stop being stubborn" he told me straight.

"I won't stop- Elijah I c-can't control me...self" I replied in a raspy voice. "I don't care, id give the last drop of my blood for you in a heartbeat, but it won't be needed today, just drink Y/N I will help you" he ordered, bitting into his wrist again and holding it above my head. I watched as the blood trickled down his wrist and my eyes morphed, showing him what id become.

My hands flew up and attached themselves to his wrist pulling it towards my face. And I drank. A feeling id never experienced washed over me, id never felt so good in my life. Drinking blood hadn't ever felt like this before. I looked up at Elijah and he looked like he was enjoying it just as much as I was. We made eye contact in the next moment.

That was enough for me to be able to pull away. My stomach fluttered, the way he looked at me had always made me nervous. "See- you can do it" he whispered to me. His eyes flicked down to my bloody lips for a split second. "I- um- didn't think I could" I blinked, moving off his lap.

Elijah smiled at me before standing up, he walked over to the light switch and turned it on before moving onto the door. I giggle when he picked it up and placed it back where it was like nothing had happened. "I will have that replaced for you" he told me, fixing his suit and making it straight.

"You got impatient huh, I was just about to get up" I chuckled throwing my feet off the bed and sitting on the side. "I didn't know what had happened- if someone was here- if you were hurt, waiting wasn't an option" he explained coming back over to the bed now.

"Do you feel better?" "Strength wise- I do yes" I nodded once as he perched on the right side of me. "So... do you want to tell me what happened?" he wondered, giving me a little smile. "I was in a bad car crash" I told him clasping my fingers together. "How did vampire blood get in your system?".

"Damon and Stefan have always told us to- as a precaution" I explained playing with my fingers. "I just never thought id actually turn". Elijah took one of my hands into his to stop me feeling so anxious talking about it. "Is this not what you wanted?", I took a second to think about his question and then faced him.

He starred deep into my eyes, and did back. He was never afraid to make eye contact with me, it was always something I found attractive. "I hadn't ever really thought about it- I suppose I didn't really want to die so young, but I didn't expect the transition to be this bad either".

"Ive been around a long time Y/N and i've not seen anyone transition so badly they've starved themselves". I shrugged my shoulders not knowing why I was struggling so much either. "But then again- I've been around a long time and never met anyone like you" he told me rubbing a thumb across my hand.

I blushed under his stare- Elijah was never short of compliments when it came to me. But id never been great at receiving them, I just giggled and went red. "You're cute" he told me, his smile grew wider. "What is the problem then- why are you locked up in here?". "I can't control myself Elijah- and I don't want to lose who I am".

"Why haven't your friends helped you" he raised an eyebrow at me. “I cut them off- all of them” “why?” “I wasn’t sure I wanted this”. Elijah softly inhaled and breathed out, a worried look shimmered past his eyes as he waited for me to speak again. “You’re the only one that can help me lijah” I swallowed.

“You want it? This life- immortal life?” He questioned, his tone was steady but I could see his eyes were desperate for an answer. “Yes, I want to live”. The man deflated his chest and cracked a smile at me. “That’s what I wanted to hear” he nodded smally. “We will get through this y/n- because you don’t need anyone else, I won’t let you lose yourself, I’ll show you how to master this life” he smirked leaning in.

Elijah and me and made it very obvious there were feelings either side. But nothing had ever materialised, we didn’t ever dare make a move. I didn’t feel like that right now, the way the man came to me as soon as I called, I could count on him. The way the man knocked my door to the ground in order to find out if I was safe, he was protective of me. The way he comforted me, I could tell him anything. And the way he healed me, the moment we shared, I needed him.

I slowly lifted my hand to his cheek and raised my head slightly. Elijah moved his face slowly towards mine as if we were both asking for permission, we met in the middle. He made my world stop as our pace quickened and I felt his tongue down my throat. He reached for my face to hold me closer, fingering through my hair to hold the back of my head.

We had both wanted to do this so many times, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to possibly ruin the friendship. But I didn’t want friendship anymore. He pulled away slightly and whispered “I’m not losing you now gorgeous”. A small laugh tumbled out my mouth and my cheeks grew warm. “I trust you lijah- I know you can help me” “before anything or anyone” he nodded vigorously, sliding his thumb across my cheek.

“Thank you” I whispered as I began to move closer to his lips again. “You need me? I’m coming” he told me sternly, and met my lips once again.

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