kittyfection

[kittyfection]

blood melodies pt. 1 ྐ❤︎ l.at

pairing ♱ vampire x human! anton x gender neutral reader genre ♱ angst, nsfw kind of? cws ♱ biting, mentions of blood, overstimulation, sloppy kissing, teasing, backstory, honestly i might have mispelled something and forgot to fix it im sorry 😭

wc ☠︎ 4k

anton had lived in the mountains ever since he was young. his birth mother abandoned him after his father was killed by other vamps who hunted him down for falling for a human being. she believed that she didnt have the resources to keep anton alive. she couldn’t even protect her own lover, she feared that the vamps would come back to kill anton, and then her. not to mention, he resembled his father, which was a painful memory everytime she looked at him. she feared that anton would have been too dangerous for her to handle, as giving birth to him was the most excruciating experience of her life. she had to make the difficult choice of letting him go. the only memory had of his mother was a faint one, he felt her tears rolling onto his cheek before she walked away from him. a vampire pack living in the mountains found him, quickly recognising him as one of their own, and took him in.

growing up, anton very obviously stood out from the pack that raised him. he had an unusual empathy for humans, feeling guilty whenever he saw their blood packs lying on the floor of their home. despite nyx, one of the clan members, urging him to drink, he never gave in, not even once.

“you do know we need human blood to survive, right, kid?” she said, with concern in her voice. “i understand that,” anton replied, “but it just feels wrong. dont you ever feel sorry for the ones you take blood from? dont they .. dontt they end up dying?” he stuttered a bit in his voice, the idea of taking a human life for the sake of his own hunger.. for the mere taste of blood.. it just felt all too wrong to anton. he couldnt shake the moral weight of it.

nyx was the only one in the pack who didnt push him to drink human blood, understanding his reluctance. “its what we need to do to gain strength, to control our abilities,” she explained gently, so he would understand more. “but if youre so set against it..” she suddenly headed down to the basement, where the pack stored jars of livestock blood—usually reserved for when their human-blood supply ran low. she returned with a few jars and handed them to anton. “keep these with you,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “make sure to drink it from time to time, you dont want the others getting suspicious of you. it’s smart to have some energy on hand."

“thanks " anton replied, feeling more grateful than he could express. throughout his childhood and into his teenage years, anton lived off the jars of blood nyx had given him.

it wasnt until he witnessed a pack member kill someone right before his eyes that he decided to live on his own. the scene terrified him so deeply that he made a pact to himself, to never to harm or take the blood of a human, no matter how desperate he is. so, he lived on the top of the mountains in an abandoned cabin. it provided everything he needed, and with animals nearby, he could sustain himself without hurting humans.

despite enjoying the peace of his secluded life, a life without chaos— loneliness often settled over him. there would be hikers who occasionally came up the mountain, leaving behind litter or abandoned old items they didnt want, which anton repurposed as furniture in his cabin. among those discarded items was a jukebox, now a cherished possession. it only played classical, rock, and jazz genres of music. anton had never listened to music before living on his own, and music became his main source of entertainment. sometimes, anton found himself wondering what it would be like to be human, to dance with someone he loved to the music from the jukebox. these thoughts plagued his mind, making him sad. he often indulged in fantasies of a normal human life, free from the need to hide from the world. yet, he knew such a life was forever out of his reach.

anton occasionally caught glimpses of human life during his rare trips to town for fabric and thread— items far cheaper than buying new clothes. he paid with the coins and dollars that he found in the woods. whenever he’s out, he tried to blend in with the crowd, covering up enough to avoid drawing suspicion, he disliked attracting attention. despite his efforts, his appearance still turned heads. to the townspeople, he looked like a stage actor. his tall, well-built, and handsome features were unusual in the small town.

whenever anton visited the town, he’d pass by a farm nearby and as shameless as it is, he couldnt resist taking some of the farm animals back to the mountains to feed on their blood as they seemed much healthier than the mountain wildlife. the farmers caught onto this behaviour, reporting a thief in the area, they just didnt know who. to avoid raising suspicions, anton had to keep a low profile and refrain himself from visiting the farm occasionally as he used to.

it was a quiet, cloudy day in the woods, with only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind breaking the silence. anton was sewing new clothes for himself when he spotted someone peeking through his windows. he had to quickly blow out the candles to avoid being seen. you were outside, checking to see if anyone lived there—maybe someone who might know the area well enough to help you find the mp3 player you dropped on your last hike. you tried to open the door, but it was jammed, annoying you. you were so sure it was here. what are they looking for..? anton wondered. he cautiously peeked out the window, observing your every move.

despite anton doing everything to keep himself hidden, you had already noticed the candles being put out and you could feel eyes on you. you stepped back from the stuck door, surveying the surroundings for another entry point or at least a clearer view of what was inside. digging through your bag, you found a lamp and turned it on, catching a glimpse inside. the room was filled with various items, but it was an old jukebox that immediately drew your attention. it was cool to you that someone could still own such an old item.

you figured the boy didn’t want to come out, and since you disliked the idea of bothering others, you decided to explore the area a bit more before heading home. you planned to return another time to continue your search for the mp3 player.

as time passed, your interest shifted from finding your mp3 player to learning more about anton and his daily activities even though you didnt know him or his name. each day, he did something different, seemingly to keep you engaged. although he was very aware of your presence, he also knew that you meant no harm. he seemed to have found a companion in you, someone to interact with from a distance. in the evenings, while the sun would set, anton would discreetly follow you out of the forest. he wouldn’t follow directly; instead, he’d watch from the trees, ensuring you were safe from any danger.

you liked this about him; it felt nice to have someone "walk" you home, in a sense. he felt trustworthy. you knew he wasn't human—obviously, no human could hang from tree to tree, watching over you. it was fun, you thought that supernatural beings only belonged in books, seeing one in person, theyre nothing like what the books described.

while visiting the forest later than usual, you lost your balance in the darkness, fell, and cut your knee. antons old vampire pack still lurked in the forest of where he lived and almost immediately caught your scent. anton, aware of the danger, wasted no time coming to your rescue. one of the members had already scratched you before anton rushed over, grabbed you in his arms and whispered, "dont worry, i'm here." these were the first words he ever spoke to you. in antons arms, you felt you were floating. you couldnt comprehend how he was moving so fast. with wounds in two places, it was easy for more vampires to sense you, even anton struggled with the urge, deeply attracted to your scent. he managed to fight off his urges to get you into his cabin, telling you to stay put and lock the door. he promised he’d be back soon.

his old pack saw him as weak and useless, dismissing him as a wimp when he had moved out. anton had a human-like mentality despite being fully vamp, perhaps a trait inherited from his biological mother. the other vamps were often confused by his empathy and hated hearing him whine about the human blood bags brought into the house. it had been a while since theyd seen him, and they laughed at the intense stare in antons eyes. "antons all grown up now, eh?" they mocked. their taunts fueled his rage. they had no idea how strong he had become. within seconds, he fought them off by himself, leaving them shocked at his strength.

eventually they left, and anton had to summon the strength to make it back to his cabin. crawling inside, you instantly noticed how weak he had become, having lost a significant amount of energy from the fight. antons main focus however was you, he was very worried.

“hey.. uh.. may i ask what your name is?”

“its anton. sorry, i didn’t have time to introduce myself properly… and you?”

“it’s y/n. i mean, i almost got eaten alive back there. we didn’t really have time to exchange names.” you giggled, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but you could see sadness lingering in his eyes.

“i meant back then, the first time you visited my cabin. i didnt introduce myself. sorry, im not used to talking to others, i didnt know what to say.” you could read the atmosphere of the room, he wasnt in the mood to joke.

"are you okay?" he looked up at you, and you got to look into his eyes for the first time. "i should be asking you that," he replied, staring directly at your wounds. you noticed drool coming from his mouth; he was hungry and desperate after losing so much energy from the battle. he suddenly got up and went into another room, returning with antiseptics, bandages, wipes, and a knife. "if i ever pounce on you, just stab me with this. i wont die, itll just stun me and help me calm down. is it okay if i check up on your wounds?” he asked softly.

youre a bit nervous at first, seeing the look in his eyes, but you were hurt, so you nodded. he even brought a knife, you can tell he’s genuine. he disinfected your wounds and wrapped them up with bandages.

"dont leave tonight, theyre still lurking around. the coast will be clear in the morning. let me know if you need anything." his voice sounded a bit strained. he then got up and went into a room, shutting the door behind him. he hadnt come out that entire night.

you werent able to sleep. the fear of being ambushed again kept you on the edge. even the sound of the wind outdoors had you paranoid. the cabins walls were also very thin, you could hear antons cries.he was distraught that he had to make such a difficult decision. he felt bad about hurting the people who had fostered him since he were young. but he didnt want to see you hurt either. it frustrated him.

you had felt bad for him, and wished you could comfort him, but you two barely knew eachother, for now, all you could do was wait for the sun to rise. morning came, and you left quietly, not wanting to disturb him. you left a note of thanks, expressing gratitude towards him.

you made it home safely, but you just couldnt shake off what had happened to you the night before. you definitely could not keep anton out of your head. his eyes, his gentle touch when coming to your aid, his cries..everything echoed in your thoughts. he had left an impression on you.

you found yourself becoming a bit obsessed with him. returning to his cabin daily, worried about his strength. youd bring him more jars than he could fit inside his home. as you spent more time together, you began having more and more conversations. it was awkward at first—both of you unsure of what to say or how to act. anton was not used to human interaction, and youre a bit nervous at the fact that anton was q werent any better, you felt nervous at the fact that anton was a literal vampire. gradually, the awkwardness faded. you both started to relax and open up to each other.

you shared stories from your childhood, your fears, and your dreams. anton, in turn, told you about his past, his struggles with his vampire nature, and how guilt hung over his head for having urges to feed on human blood. despite the unusual circumstances, you both felt an unexpected comfort in eachothers presence.

these visits became the highlight of your day. you would sit together for hours, sometimes in silence, sometimes deep in conversation. the bond between you grew stronger, built on trust and mutual understanding. despite the danger and the differences between you, there was a connection that neither of you could deny.

"do you think I'm a monster?" he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“of course not, anton. you literally saved me from a near death experience. why would you think that?” you felt your heart drop when he asked that. he had given you more than enough reasons to trust him.

anton couldnt even look at you, but a hint of relief mixed with lingering doubt in his mind. "it's just... sometimes, i feel like i might get out of control... i worry that i might hurt you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

you reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, lifting his head so he can face you. "anton, youve done nothing but protect me. i trust you.” reassuring him. his eyes locked with yours, "thank you," he said softly. "it means more to me than you know."

anton felt free with you. this was something he had always wanted—a companion, a friend, someone he could lean on without fear of judgment. the thoughts of loneliness that had once plagued him began to fade away. you were still a bit confused by everything, feeling as if you were in a dream. but if it were truly a dream, you wished to never wake up.

while climbing up the mountains to bring anton more livestock blood, you lost your balance again, hurting your knee. anton sensed this immediately, and in the blink of an eye, you were back inside his cabin. unfortunately, the jar of livestock blood broke, making the blood useless for him to feed on.

you noticed a different look in anton's eyes, they were pitch black, which scared you, truth be told. anton usually had good self control and could fight his urges, but today was different. he had to ask you to shackle him down to prevent himself from breaking free. he was starving, and even cows blood wouldnt suffice for his empty stomach.

“i wont die like this, i’ll just become weaker .. im sorry to frighten you,” sensing your nervousness. “please say anything, just anything. i need a distraction.” he choked out, your scent hitting his throat.

you took his advice and started rambling on and on, trying to distract him. but all anton could think about was the intense urge to devour you right then and there.

you could see the struggle in antons eyes, making you feel sorry for him. you wanted to help, even though you were scared.

“anton, what if... what if you fed on me?” you said hesitantly. “just.. enough to take the edge off. you know?”

he quickly turned his head to you, horrified, and upset that you’d as that. “i could never- no. its too dangerous. i may not be able to stop myself.”

“anton, i trust you,” you insisted, stepping closer to him. “you saved my life. its my turn to return the favour.”

antons eyes darkened even more, filled with both hunger and conflict. “i dont want to hurt you y/n.”

“you wont,” ofering your wrist. “i really trust you, anton.”

he sighs, and slowly took your wrist in his hands. “please stab me if it gets too much,”

you nodded, bracing yourself. his fangs pierced your skin, a sharp pain shot through you, followed by a strange mix of fear and... pleasure? antons grip on your arm tightened as he drank, his desperation evident. your body became hot, and your heartbeat quickened. you let out an accidental gasp, overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure you felt.

anton had to look up quickly, your gasps made him lose focus, but it helped him stop sucking on you, he regained the energy he needed. his eyes returned to their normal colour. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. you nodded weakly. “im fine. did it help?”

anton looked both relieved and ashamed. “yes, but... i never want to do that again. im scared of harming you”

“you didnt hurt me,” you reassured him, “im more than willing to help you.”

he shook his head. “i need to find another way. i cant rely on you like this.”

you felt shameless, but, the feeling of antons fangs sinking into your arm felt amazing. you had wished it never stopped. you knew this could kill you, but you couldnt help it.

you continued to bring more livestock blood for him, but the taste made him sick. it provided energy, but it never tasted as good as you. he wants you and you only, becoming desperate. he needed you, something you picked up on

“feeling needy, anton?” you teased gently.

anton looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “y/n, please... i know i said i needed to find another way, but i just cant shake off your taste. its been driving me crazy. i need more... please,” he begged, his voice trembling with need.

you giggled because he was too cute. “you told me so many times that you were scared to do this again. are you sure?”

he nodded, his gaze unwavering. “im sure. i hate that im asking, but i cant help it. your blood is the only thing that satisfies me.”

you looked deep into his eyes, giggling before gently taking his chin and lifting it towards you. you pressed your lips to his, and he felt his need intensify, a hunger that went beyond just your blood. his hands gently gripping your waist. you can feel the coldness of antons touch.

the kiss deepened, his need for your blood became more urgent. you can feel his fangs graze gently against your bottom lip, making you jolt. anton felt satisfication knowing he had such an effect on you. you become desperate for his fangs on your neck. he sighed, sinking his teeth into your neck slowly, blood dripping down his chin.

the feeling of antons fangs slowly sinking into your neck sent a wave of pleasure and pain through your body. you cant help but let out a soft moan as you feel the warmth of your blood filling his mouth. he became vocal, praising you for letting him do this. his praises for you sent shivers down your spine.

“you’re shaking so much, y/n.” he gripped on your waist tightly. he wanted to make sure you dont fall or faint in your arms. even in such a moment, he’s always considerate. he takes his fang out your neck, licking the mark with his tongue. you whined in response. he stares at you with low eyes, smirking slowly. “a little pent up, y/n?” you were still shaking in his grip, your heartbeat could be heard miles away at this point.

“give me more anton, please.. anything.” desperation was in your voice.

antons eyes soften at ur pleas, “shh, baby its alright.” whispering. “i’ll take care of you.” he pushes you up to him, leaving a sloppy trail down your neck. he slowly began to unbutton your shirt, and his cold fingers touching your exposed skin caused you to twitch underneath him.

“you’re beautiful y/n.” his eyes never leaving you, both of your desires grew. he kissed you everywhere. touching you in places where you were sensitive. you ended up rubbing yourself against the fabric of his clothing, the feeling of you made him whine, he enjoyed seeing and feeling you in ecstasy because of him. he was loud, you were thankful you both were in the mountains. you ran your fingers through his hair, and his hands kept exploring your body, you two were completely lost in eachother.

“im close.” your face became splotchy. his eyes gleamed when he heard your words, his hands were on your hips as he pulled you closer to him. his kisses become more sloppy, teeth gently scraping against your skin. you can feel yourself reaching the brink.

just as you were almost there, anton pulled himself away from you suddenly. you pouted at him, and he chuckled as a response, kissing your pout. “not yet, love. i need to savour every single moment with you.”

“anton.” you breathe, you needed to reach your climax.

“please.”

he leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. his arousal grew harder against you, and you arched into him as a response. his fingers continued to explore you, thumbs brushing against your nipple, you had to hold in your gasp as he dragged his lips down to your stomach. he moved up, grinding his hips against you.

anton hovers over your neck, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. your heart raced as you knew what was coming. he sunk his teeth back in your neck once again, you cried out in pleasure, your body was trembling underneath him. you were feeling euphoric, grinding on him faster. antons body felt tense, he was sure he was going to release any minute.

“fuck, y/n.” his voice was shaky. sensing you were close to your own release. he shut his eyes, hugging you tightly with his fangs sinking deeper into your neck. your body shuddered with his sudden force, causing you to reach your climax, anton soon followed after you, trembling with how intense his release was.

he finally pulled his teeth from your neck, sighing. you two lied there in silence. the sound of the leaves rustling in the background calmed you.

antons body was still twitching from his climax, you had to wrap your arms around his body to soothe him, pressing a kiss on his forehead. his body relaxed under your touch, nuzzling his nose into your neck, he left a gentle kiss there.

“you know, it was my first time touching another person.. erm.. being..” you were embarrassed to even say it out loud.

“if it makes you feel any better, its my first time too. i havent really had a connection with a human, let alone another being.” he said, gently massaging your cheek with his fingers. you both stayed silent for a moment.

“i guess we’re both learning,” you said, smiling at him.

“yeah, i guess so,” he replied, a smiling back at you. “its best if you rest now.” you nodded, knowing you were drained, closing your eyes. this was a night you would surely remember.