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ALUCARD X FEM! READER PART 1!!!

Warning: Gore, blood, strong language!!!

It never would’ve happened. This all shouldn’t have happened. This is all your fault— everything is your fault. A wheeze, along with a following series of coughs punched out of you. A flurry of blood flew from your lungs. Feeling your airway closing from the flood of blood, your body losing feeling, your eyelids growing heavy, your leg barely hanging on. Your eyes met with the undead ghoul right in front of you.

You never once imagined your life being this way. You’ve been a good person, you’ve tried your best, You’ve barely lived! Tears welled in your vision, a sob stuck in your throat, eventually coming out in another spew of blood. Was this seriously it? You’d always imagined your death some glorious way of going, maybe in a sacrifice, or a battle; something useful! to die to a ghoul? A helpless victim to a monster? Sniveling and terrified? 

“Look at you, pitiful!” The ghoul laughed. His grin sickened you— Full and with absolute amusement. “Humans like you deserve to die. you know why?” He trails on; gesturing to you impatiently like it’s obvious. You could barely focus on his words, pain striking you like thunder, vision blurring. After a pause he continues “—Because you have such a sickening view on the world! All happy and healthy.” 

A hollow laugh escaped you, Bewildered. You doubt you didn’t look how you felt. This is why this ghoul chose to kill you? To kill humans? Over an assumed view of life? This fucking—THING didn’t even know you! More bitter fits of laughing escaped you; blood streaming out your mouth. A stupid death and a stupid motive. 

Talking felt impossible with your state, but you just couldn’t resist. “How stupid can you fucking be!” You let out disbelieving laugh that melted into a sob as he raised his brow. “Oh-ho!” A forced laugh came out of him as he turned from you. “—so now you wanna talk you stupid whore!” He laughed kicking your arm so hard you were sure it broke. making cry out anguish. “Look at you! Boy is this is fun!” He was already loud, you wouldn’t deny that, but the overstimulation and pain amplified his grating voice for you. “I haven’t had this much fun since I killed those children at the park nearby!” You sobbed harder, despite yourself. Great! Isn’t that amazing! This thing also kills kids! You’ll make it out just fine! 

Even with blurred vision, you glared at him. This was all so sick. Why you? What did you do to deserve this? Or was it cause you never did anything? You weren’t horrible but you weren’t a saint. How is anybody! You’re normal! So why is it always you in trouble? Why aren’t these guys killing murders! We clearly have enough! Almost every bad thing happened to you, you partially deserved— much to your dismay, so maybe maybe you deserved it? Maybe you did something so wrong it’s come to this? 

He looked pent up, and painfully glee. you closed your eyes, Prepared to take his last hit. Prepared to die? Really? Suppose you have no choice. “You ready for this bitch?” He announced, his fist coming fast for his final blow.

You felt something wet splatter on you,  You would’ve assumed it was your own blood but if you were dead, you probably would’ve never processed this thought in the first place. You heard skin tear and heard a scream rip out of the ghoul. Opening your eyes, you managed to assess that his entire hand was blown off. So it’s not your blood after all.

“WHAT THE FUCK! WHO DID THAT?” Your eyes went wide. He looked at you, absolutely manic, he almost looked a little scared? You know you’d be, but this guy murders kids so who’s to say? He grabbed you by your shirt so fast you didn’t even have the time nor energy to cry out in alarm. “You do that?” He looked at you, fuming. “Fucking—“ If he wasn’t pissed before, whatever his mind conjured that you could do to blow his fucking hands off? Made him even more enraged. 

You were too weak to respond but before he could try punching you again his other hand blasted off, another shower of blood  coming with it. If you make it out, your shower’s gonna be red for a month. He screamed, you were wide eyed, staring at his convulsing arm. “WHOS THERE?” All you heard was distant laughter from what seemed to be a man. He was laughing as if the whole scene was so funny. Almost hilarious. 

“Pathetic.” The voice rang out, confident and daring. “you let this fool walk all over you? like a household doormat?” You turned towards it, If you were more delirious, you would’ve thought it was an angel from the heavens, saving you from a ridiculous death. a red blur came into vision. 

The ghoul sounded slightly disturbed but pursued his act. “How dare you mess with me! I’m Dracula!” Dracula? The Dracula got both his hands blown off in the matter of seconds? The figure laughed in his face, a hearty one too. the red you briefly saw happened to be his clothes. The man had a wide grin “Someone so small, so insignificant, someone such as yourself?” He paused before clarifying once again. “You? Being Dracula?” He laughed childishly. Seems he thought it sounded just as ridiculous as you did. 

Then a movement so fast you couldn’t see happened, ended in him holding the ghoul by his throat. “Look at you. Silent like a obedient dog.” Can’t you be saved by anybody normal? The ghoul kicked and scratched. all feeble by the looks, the man looked unbothered, Infact, he looked delighted. there was about a minute of the ghoul gasping for air before his throat was completely crushed and being thrown to the side. You couldn’t look, you felt yet another splat of blood on you.

When you looked back he merely looked at me with an unreadable expression. “Human, do you wish to live?” You looked back at him. tears spilled out, blurring your vision. When you tried to speak, all that came out was a puke of blood. Can’t get enough of it can you? “If you wish to live you must become a demon of the night. Make your choice.” He sounded impatient, atleast he didn’t care how you looked right now.

 Before you could nod you felt yourself about to faint; the only time your allowed a chance out of trouble, as disturbing as it sounds, of course you would fucking faint. You were gonna die. this was truly it. Doubt a third person would show up to save you. Even if one did, i doubt they’d be normal either! You’re gonna die. You’re really, really gonna die.

Unless the after life looks eerily alike to your world, your alive! you woke up in a bed, bandaged up. Your leg was gone. Too much has happened for you to actually process the loss of it. A sense of dread filled you, your hands coming to touch your broken arm. only a faint pain, like a cat scratch, in place of the agonizing pain that used to be your whole body moments ago. Moments ago? How long ago was that whole ordeal? You shivered at the memory.

 You looked at the stone room around you. it was dim, but it was tidy. “You’re awake, human.” You jumped and screamed throwing the blanket over your face “Please don’t hurt me!” He scoffed and laughed “I will not harm you.” He said, amused. “Yet.” 

You trembled, recoiling back into the bed. He wore charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and a flamboyant, intricately knotted red cravat, covered by a full-length, red frock overcoat. “Do you notice anything different about yourself?” He trailed on, expectantly. “Something more powerful?” You gave him a puzzled look.

 “No..?” You spoke slowly. Your leg was clean off, wouldn’t call that powerful.“Wait.. how am I alive??” He let out a loud laugh. The most common denominator through all your interactions, and you haven’t cracked one joke since meeting the man. You’d be flattered if you didn’t know better. “Does your small brain not understand? Your a vampire! No longer human.” What? everything felt slow, you could barely process the sentence, Yet It was replying in your mind. Over and over. “VAMPIRE!?” You screamed, your hands shaking, looking at them. he looked perplexed, like watching a child overreact.

“Stop being over-dramatic.” He grimaced. You couldn’t tell if he was expecting this, and just didn’t enjoy it, or if he was genuinely confused on your supposed ‘over-reaction.’ 

“IM— IM A VAMPIRE NOW!?” You stuttered out. Before you could say more he was over me. Closing you in. You gripped the blanket tighter to your face. red at the closeness. You’d like to say it was due to just fear.

 “You’ll learn to love this life. it’s certainly better then your pathetic human life.” He ground out, slightly aggravated, despite his smiling remaining. I squeaked. “Such a small thing you are. I’ll have to teach you how to become stronger.” he said in a low whisper. His grin widening.  “Oh— Um.” Before he could get closer the door flew open. An imposing looking woman came into the room. “Alucard get off her!” As quick as he came he was off of you. “Master, welcome.” he giggled.

The woman sighed. “Why must you turn another human Alucard?” Thats his name? Alucard? Fitting. The woman glanced at you again, exasperated. “You work for me now. You must understand now that you are a vampire.” Your face drained of color. “I felt she was powerful. something different.” Alucard said, smile still plastered on his face. You stared at them both with a bewildered look. “My Masters name is Integra, but you will call her Master Integra.” Your mind was spinning. You weren’t even paying attention. You didn’t have time to respond, a constant lately, the vampire Alucard gripped your chin. “Do you understand?” You nodded hurriedly. As his eyes met yours, your eyes wide. He examined your face before eventually letting go. 

“Master, are you pleased with my performance today?” She lit her cigarette. “Not even close, Alucard. You must train her and then I’ll be satisfied.” She said in a stern tone. “My pleasure master.”  he spoke with mirth. “Come, now! We have training to do.” You laughed hollowly at the irony of his order. He stood still then turned to me, puzzled. “What’s funny?” You gestured to your arm and leg. “My body hasn’t healed.” he scoffed, a grin playing on his lips as he walked back to me. He then took a bite of his finger, nicking it to bleed. He then held it to your mouth. 

You recoiled back, disturbed “NO?” You squeaked out, beat red. “I will not do this.” he laughed while Integra looked at Alucard shocked. “Drink, girl.” He insisted. You slowly brought your lips to his finger. Your eyes unknowingly turning red, before taking in the rest of his finger. In a blink of an eye, Your leg was returned and your arm healed. You pulled back and gasped lifting the blanket off your leg. “My leg— Its— it’s back!” You gasped, holding it with your now healed arm, looking up at them in awe. “Come now we have training to do.” 

Per routine, he dragged you off before you could reply.

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DRACULA X FEM! READER

TW bones breaking

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I heard their shouts and rapid footsteps behind me. I hid between trees and bushes, my lungs rasping for air, pulling my hooded cloak over my head hiding my face. “Where has she gone– find her! The witch must be found before she casts more spells on our people!” I felt my face morph in anger when hearing their words. Why was I a witch to them? For wanting to heal others!? My thoughts were cut off, their footsteps fading, my heart slowing down. I lifted myself from my safe place, looking around the forest– empty, with just my being. “Looks like I lost them,” I mumbled to myself with a prideful smirk, walking back out the forest. I didn’t know where I was going since my home had been burned by them. Why.. Tears welled up in my vision, my mind grasping back at the horror, their faces holding bloodthirst and hatred. “We know you are a witch, woman!” The bishop’s face held nothing but disgust. “No, no! That’s not what my work is– I promise all I want to do is heal people! No longer will everyone have to suffer!” I say with a nervous smile. “Heal? Do not lie, witch!” He spat with anger, “You cannot heal without evil magic!” My face showing confusion and disbelief, “What..? I’m not using dark magic!?” I shouted my face showing worry. “Please! You must listen to me!” His hand was held to my face, “Silence, witch! You’ll be burned and you’ll face your sins in hell!” My face morphed in horror. “You’re all sick!” One of the men picked up my book of studies in his hand, “Look at this book, it’s filled with evil words.” My face snapped toward his direction, “Don’t touch that!” He raised a brow, smirking. “Whoops– witch, you lost your spell book.” He taunts as he burns the spell book. “You’ve all gone mad!!” The bishop then looked at me, snapping his fingers. “Take this witch.. away.” I slowly backed away, seeing them light all my research on fire, my face morphing in sadness and anger, the flames reflecting in my (e/c) eyes. My sanctuary now on fire, I turned in a swift motion, tears falling from my eyes. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, bringing me back to the moment. It was nearly getting dark, my feet were tired, my mind foggy– all I had left was just the cloak I was currently wearing from my, now scorched, house.

My mind snapped out of its trance, “There she is– get her now!!” Why are they still looking for me!? My body sprinting into action again, my cloak barely hanging onto me, adrenaline filled body. I look back seeing the men with torches and hate before looking back at my foot tangling with my cloak before falling, earning a silent snap in my ankle causing a loud cry. They stopped running looking down on me and the bishop spoke again “Did you really think a witch like you could get away..? You have sins to pay.” He looked at his men, nodding his head before one of them gripped a handful of my hair, earning a loud cry of pain. “S-stop it– let me go!! I wanna help people, I'm not a witch!” All they did was laugh in response, tugging harder, dragging my body by my hair– my scalp screaming in pain. Before they could drag me any further, a swift black landed in front of them. My body shakes in fear, words caught in my throat. It’s Vlad Țepeș– Dracula. I never thought I would lay my eyes on this man in my life. “Move aside, demon.” The bishop sneered. “Let the woman go. She has done no harm, no?” The bishop threw his hands up, exaggerating his words, “She’s a witch who works for the same demon as you!” He says with crazed eyes. “I do not! I just wanna heal people!!” I growled. The man gripping my hair tugs on it hard, earning another painful scream, making Dracula's face scrunch. “I see no harm here. If anything, it is you who is doing the harm.” The bishop's face grew more enraged. “You know nothing, demon. All you seek is blood and violence!” He spat with hate. Dracula gave the man cold eyes, “Perhaps you are speaking of yourself.” The bishop looked back at his men, then looked into my eyes with an unreadable expression. “Now, I will not ask again: release the woman.” Dracula grumbled gruffly. The bishop sneered again, looking at his men once again throwing his head in the direction of Dracula the man holding onto me throwing me at Dracula's feet my ankle colliding with the floor, crying out in pain gripping my ankle huffing curses my eyes glaring at the bishop and his men Dracula didn’t make a move to look down at me or to help me or to ask if I was alright of course he wouldn’t he hates humans he’s not gonna make sure I’m okay “woman you haven’t seen the last of us you will be caught and once we do you’ll die a fiery death and burn for your sins” my skin crawled at his words backing up into Dracula's legs they then walked off leaving us.

Sitting in silence, my body shaking, I heard a shift, watching Dracula walk away. “Wait!” I reached out on the ground, wincing as I did so. “Please don’t leave me, they'll come back and find me..” I watched as he stopped in his tracks. “Why should I care? You’re human after all.” I bit my lip and looked down, my body shaking. “I’ll help you learn stuff?” My voice cracks. “What would you teach me?” I tapped my chip. “To open your heart more?” He let out a laugh, “Teach me? To open my heart for those creatures? You? Don’t make me laugh, woman.” I huffed and pointed to the direction they left. “Those creatures don't define us all.” I spoke with venom, mentioning them. “Those are what we call the true monsters of targoviste.” Finally looking back at my leg, wincing at the sight. Yikes.. that’s gonna take a while to heal. “Now, can you please help me up–” He turned his head, staring at me for a moment. “Do not address me so easily, woman. I’m not your friend nor family, so do watch your mouth.” He spoke coldly, my face shrinking back and looking down in fear. “I-I’m sorry…” I croaked out, then heard footsteps walking in my direction. Ready for death, I closed my eyes tightly– ready to embrace death, before feeling myself being held: his right hand on my lower back, his left under my knees. “Do not speak of this to anyone, or you will die.” I swiftly bobbed my head up and down in agreement, mumbling a quick, “Yes sir.” His face scrunched at the title ‘sir’. “Refrain from calling me sir, as that makes me feel old.” He spoke softly, earning a little giggle from me, his head turning in my direction, his eyes boring into mine. Fear crawled up my back “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” I glanced down and was met with silence. This was gonna be a long night..

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MICHAEL MYERS X FEM! READER

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I hid, Frank and I being the only ones alive, crouching behind a rock. Beads of sweat roll down my face as I give a panicked glance toward Frank. He speaks up with a deep frown, “Hey, honey, it’s okay. Relax. Breathe with me, okay?” I nodded, slowing my breathing as we crept out from our safe spot. “Let’s go find another gen.” We both snuck around, the weight on our feet heavy with fear- mostly from me. Eventually, we started doing the gen frantically. My hands fumbled with the wires, trying to start it, banging my hand on the gen. “We’ve got this! We’ll be out here in no time.” I grin weakly, my anxiety through the roof. I glance around the fog while I work, relaxing after a while of stillness. I then glance back toward Frank, who notices my gaze and speaks up, “You’re doing great, honey.” 

Before he could reassure me further, he was yanked from behind- the unexpected action ripping him from the gen. My scream gets caught in my throat, freezing as I witness this sudden disturbance- “Run! (Y/n) run!” Before he could say more, he was stabbed in the stomach. Watching the life in his eyes fade, I fell back. 6ft tall. His eyes look down upon me with a sharp, unforgiving look. He appeared ready to catch his prey, his eyes showing no emotion. “Michael Myers…” my shaken voice breathes out, his head slowly tilted to the side. Before he could do anything, I shot up and ran as fast as my body could carry me, tears beginning to well in my eyes. Frank was killed. I know I’ll see everyone after the challenge, but it’s still terrifying to see his body- and to see it get tossed aside like nothing. 

My feet and lungs burn as I fly forward. Something brings me to glance behind me, seeing Michael with his hand raised and ready to strike. I turn a corner and wait for him to follow before slamming the pallet between us down, which earns me an irritated growl. I turn to run away but am halted by Michael, standing tall and breathing with his full chest. His eyes bore into mine before he swung his knife at me, barely missing the mark. I let out a sound of sheer terror and attempted to run again, but freeze as I felt something go into my leg. When I look to see what caused the sudden sharp onslaught of pain, I find Michael’s knife lodged into my thigh. “Fuck!” I curse, my eyes go wide as Michael crouched down. He had to jump to get it into my leg- why was he so desperate to stop me?! He jumped!? I gripped my leg, hissing in pain, “Get away from me!” I used my other leg to kick him square in the face, which causes him to lose grip of his knife. I took the opportunity to use my strength to pull the knife out, grunting in pain as I throw the knife in a random direction and begin speed limping. 

“Shit! Get me out- where is the hatch?!” I scream to myself. As though some unforeseen source had heard my desperate cry, the hatch comes into sight before me. “Yes- please, freedom!” I was yanked back by my shirt, my hope lost, fear swelling in my heart. He hoists me up, holding me tight, his hands around my waist, his breath against my ear. I felt him smirk. ‘Why is he smirking?’ My body shakes out of fear as Michael shifts his grasp on me, holding up the very same knife that he’s previously stabbed my leg with; it moves in front of my stomach, his body against my back–all I felt was a breath of wind go against my ear. “Please Michael- let me go! Please, I’m begging you,” I kicked and screamed, my eyes filled with tears–this part always hurts no matter what, even if I’m not actually dying, I still feel the pain. The knife plunges into my stomach, despite my desperate fighting against the action, and I feel my soul leave my body as hot blood comes out from my deep wound. With a gasp, I wake up back at camp, my teammates surrounding me with worried eyes. “You’re okay, (y/n)…” I sighed in relief. Finally, it’s over for the day.

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GHOSTFACE X NON READER

TW gore, harsh language, suggested content

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I ran as fast as my feet could carry me- my mouth dry, my legs sore; everyone was dead on hook beside me- and Ghostface is actively hot on my tail in a desperate pursuit. I wipe the blood off my lips, from his previous stab, as I run. My back aches in pain, but not too much because of the adrenaline. “Please, I’m almost there!” I mumble to myself in desperation, slamming a pallet between myself and the bloody killer, stunning him good. “Fucking bitch,” he cursed through his teeth, leaving me feeling prideful. 

I ran and jumped through the hatch, a great, big smile on my face. My team pats my back, giving me praises, though I winced, my back still in pain from the stab wound. Sable noticed my wound, helping me sit down on a fallen log near our camp, “Here, let me patch you up.” I gave Sable a weak smile, relaxing around the familiar presence, sort of laughing for some form of easing my mental stress, “Thank you, I took a rough hit out there today.” She laughed and lifted my shirt while grabbing a medkit. “I’m glad you’re alright. It was tough today, and Ghostface wasn’t too happy about losing you.” I raised a brow, glancing up at the night sky. “What? …why would he be angry?” She gave a soft, pensive sigh, rubbing alcohol on my wound. The action causing me to both wince and let out a huff. “Sorry,” she mutters, though I quickly reassure her. “It’s alright- why so upset?” She focused on my back while speaking, “No one knows. All we witnessed is him storming out of the challenge cursing and throwing things all while saying your name.” A shiver ran up my spine, though that was most likely due to Sable beginning to stitch up my back. “You might want to steer clear of him,” she warns with a worried face. The thoughtfulness makes me smile a bit. “Thank you, Sable. I appreciate the concern.” 

I slowly pull my shirt back over the rest of my body, so as not to hurt or put pressure on my back. I then walk further into the woods, where my tent resides, with a tinier campfire and a change of clothes and food to the side. I sigh out of relief, changing my blood-stained shirt and pants; the cold wind brushing against my skin makes me shiver. Once I was done, I rubbed my hands above the fire- huffing hot air into my hands. A sudden snap catches my attention, causing me to avert my eyes, scanning over every single tree, bush, and even to the sky, but… nothing. I calmed my breathing, mentally reassuring myself that it was simply the wind, which would be a reasonable thing to expect. 

However, before I could scream, my body is suddenly slammed against a tree near my camp, causing me to cry out in agonizing pain- feeling my stitches open up again. A hand comes to my throat, squeezing and cutting my airflow short. There’s a dark laugh that cuts through the air, “I got you now…I’ve been looking everywhere for you after your little getaway. What’s wrong, hm?” My face goes pale as a ghost- my brain racks as I try to grasp if he’s angry or enjoying this sick situation. “Fuck you” I rasped out, gasping and clawing at his hand. He quickly moved me back and forth, slamming me against the tree again- which earns him another agonizing scream. “Looks like my stab did a number on you…aww, poor thing. You gonna cry?” I felt like I was being humiliated, even with no one around. My eyes started to tear up, though all it seemed to do was rile him up more, “Don’t look so sad, I wouldn’t dare lay another hand on you…at least, not in a way you wouldn’t like.” My face suddenly feels hot, though I kicked at him for some sort of attempt at freedom. “Squirming gets you nowhere, sweetheart. You really hurt my feelings by slamming that pallet in my face back during the challenge. Shame on you.” By now, I could feel my blood running down my back. “Looks like Sable will have to patch you up again.” My eyes widened–‘he was watching?’ I thought to myself, searching his body language for some sort of further clues. “I just came for an apology.” I glared at him despite wincing “I won’t apol-“ My back is slammed again, earning yet another, even more painful, cry. My body goes weak, my vision seeping black into my line of sight. “Apologizing is fun, isn’t it? Come on, apologize to me.” He taunts, though I could tell, without even seeing under his mask, the immense joy in his voice. “I’m sorry..” I wheeze out, still grasping for air. He finally relents his grip on my throat, my lungs sucking in air greedily, then he crouches in front of me. “Let’s not make the same mistake next time, yeah?” I nod my head desperately. “Good. I’ll leave you alone, so go back to Sable to get patched up again. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” He left, my mind foggy. How did I end up in this situation…