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Mitchell's Diary - In over my Head

One-shots in the series of Art & Vampires. Excerpts from Mitchell’s diary.

Words: 767

Being a badass male vampire doesn't mean you can handle female vampires 😁

References to stories in the Art & Vampires series - 1. New Orleans and 2. London and 6. New York

Art & Vampires is about the relationship and developments around Mitchell, a vampire and Amy (Ames), a human. It’s about the vampire world, the supernatural, but also about history, cities around the world, art, antiques and adventures.

Face claims vampires: Aidan Turner - John Mitchell, Richard Armitage - Rick Marlowe, Jaime Murray - Alana (Lana) Lenoir and Ben Barnes - Ben Sheldon. Humans: Mila Kunis - Amy (Ames) Quinn, Bianca Lawson - Lena Parker (witch).

List of Mitchell’s diary One Shots in the Art & Vampires Master list

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Rick warned me, but of course I didn't listen. That time, I was in way over my head and I can tell you that being immortal is less attractive when Alana keeps bringing up your mistake and rubs your face in it every time she gets the chance. But what can I say, she was a beauty.

I'm talking about Neesha of course.

I'll never forget her and not just because Lana keeps reminding me, the she-devil. I hope she doesn't get her hands on this diary, otherwise I'm screwed, like that time I got involved with Neesha. And I mean literally.

It was in the forties, nineteen forties. I need to remember to mention the centuries. We were back in London and I had been able to get my life, or existence, to be exact, back on track after, well, you know, Belle.

I had been thinking. I couldn't go through any of that again, losing a loved one. I'd had a hard enough time before Belle, dealing with the fact that you will always outlive your loved ones, but losing Belle hit hard, as you are well aware, because I've written diaries full of my laments.

So, I had a plan, a brilliant one. I had the perfect solution. I would get myself a female vampire companion, who would never leave me and I would have eternal happiness. Neesha was going to be just that. Or so I thought.

In the first half of the 20th century, we moved around from New Orleans to New York, and finally back to London. After the war, London was a mess. The city was severely damaged and even though our neighborhood wasn't spared, The Mayfair, our mansion, was. We moved back for a while to keep an eye on things and make sure that it remained our house. People who lost their homes during the bombings of London were being relocated to abandoned houses and we needed to make sure that our mansion was not going to be taken over by others.

Fortunately for me, even though the city was damaged and the people were recovering from the war, there were always parties to be found. Especially for us vampires.

As you can imagine, I was spending as much time as I could attending as many parties as I could. I was determined to find that vampire companion and never be sad again.

Neesha was a gorgeous goddess, who stood out amongst the crowd like a shining star in the dark night sky, quite literally, with her shiny jewelry and extravagant silver dress.

I can't even remember how I got there, to that party, but I will always remember the sight of her and how I, half intoxicated, chatted her up and actually managed to get her undivided attention.

As said, Rick had warned me not to get involved with her. He had an eye for 'trouble', but, you know, I had my plan and this scrumptious woman was going to fit that perfectly.

To this day I'm still not sure if she was playing with me, like a cat with her prey, or if I had enamored her with my charm.

By the end of the night, having abandoned Rick and Alana, I found myself in Neesha's arms, or in hindsight, claws, in what seemed to be a former hotel somewhere in the city. She had made the hotel her home and the top room, with a huge skylight, was her den.

I don't know how many times we fucked, but it seemed like we did nothing else for days. It was like I was under her spell and I couldn't get free and I am man enough to admit that my dick actually hurt!

You know, as vampires, we recover quickly, also on that front, but after Neesha, I was about ready to be celebate for the rest of my immortal life.

At some point, I must have seen the light and realize that I wasn't ready to have my existence ended by sex. Even if death by sex sounds pleasant enough. So, I ran and didn't look back and my not so brilliant plan of getting a vampire companion went out the door with me. I didn't stay celibate of course, but those are stories for another time.

Anyway, I'm not sure why I wrote down this memory. Maybe it's because Ames was fishing for embarrassing stories from the past and I didn't really want to confess all this to her. Or maybe it's a way of letting go. Now if only Alana could do the same.

Time to say goodnight for now and hide you well, my dear diary. I'm ready to join my sweet Ames in bed, cuddle up to her and make pleasant memories.

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The Hunt

The Hunt - Tales from the past - 18+/Mature/Explicit - Warning: mention of blood

Rick Marlowe / John Mitchell / Female OC

Words: 2425

Summary: Mitchell dares Rick to come with him on a hunt. Rick, however, is adamant about not feeding on humans. In an attempt to stop him, he follows Mitchell one night. Will he succeed or will he be drawn in?

One-shot in the series of Art & Vampires

Rick Marlowe (Richard Armitage) is a character in the stories Art & Vampires. Born as a human in 1754, turned vampire in 1795. Co-founder of VAMPs - Vintage and Art Marketing Partners and the one who turned Mitchell (Aidan Turner) into a vampire.

He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, traces of blood all over him, the bedsheets, and her. How had Rick gotten himself into this situation? What had happened? He sat for a moment, looking at the scene and then it all came back to him.

Mitchell had been out of control for a while now and Rick had told him to stop. He knew that lately, Alana and Mitchell had been hunting together and ‘snacking ’ as they called it, but it went against everything they had agreed upon; they did not feed on humans. Alana, however, never stopped ‘snacking’ and they had gotten used to it. But Mitchell?

After Mitchell’s love Belle had died, he had gone off the rails, and even killed, but for a pretty long time afterwards, he had followed in Rick and Ben’s footsteps and had abstained from feeding on humans. Or had he? Rick wasn’t so sure about that anymore.

Mitchell had tasted fresh blood and it was addictive. Rick knew that he would want more and that he would not be able to stop by himself. If it hadn’t been for Rick and Ben, Mitchell would have turned into an unstoppable killing monster after the first love of his life, Belle, had died. Like with all addictions, it’s hard to get back on track without support and Rick was determined to put a stop to Mitchell’s behavior before it was too late.

In the past months, half drunk on fresh blood, Mitchell had been confessing to him, no, not confessing; it was more raving about the excitement of the hunt and he had been going on about how Rick should embrace his inner beast too, that it would be good for him to let go for once. But Rick had become angry and he had shot Mitchell down, threatening that he would lose his place amongst them if he kept hunting and so-called snacking. At some point, the snacking would turn into killing. Did he want to be that killing monster again? Had he forgotten how much pain it had brought him? How difficult it had been to stay away from feeding?

The threats hadn’t done much. Maybe because Mitchell knew all too well that the bond between them could not be broken or maybe he didn’t want to stop or maybe he just didn’t care.

Rick had been thinking of a different way to get through to Mitchell. One night, when Mitchell had dared Rick to hunt with him, as usual, Rick had gotten angry with him and tried to stop him, to no avail. He made up his mind. He would follow Mitchell and stop him before he could do any harm. When Mitchell left the house, Rick secretly followed him.

Following Mitchell led him to a party in one of the big plantations, quite a drive outside of New Orleans. Something about not shitting in your own backyard, Rick thought and moved closer to watch Mitchell.

He appeared to have his eyes set on a pretty brunette. After only a short while, she noticed him and smiled. She made an excuse to leave the people she was talking to and made her way over to him. They must have been in contact before, since she greeted him with a deep, long kiss.

The night was young, but it was getting dark and the moon came out. A big red ball of fire in the pitch black sky among tiny specks of light radiating from the countless stars. After a while of talking, smooching and touching, he saw them move away from the party, walking in the direction of the woods adjacent to the property.

Rick followed them from a safe distance until he saw that they had stopped. He watched them, ready to move in, in case something happened. He transformed to enhance his hearing. He heard Mitchell asking her if she wanted to see something cool and she said yes.

At that moment, Mitchell’s eyes turned pitch black and he bared his fangs. The girl, obviously not expecting that kind of cool, screamed and moved away. Mitchell grabbed her wrist, but she was able to free herself. Or did he let her slip away? She started to run and he followed, with a big grin on his face. He was like a cat playing with his catch.

Rick set off to chase Mitchell. The girl was disoriented, but she kept running. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, her breath ragged. Her fragrance, mixed with the scent of fear, was intoxicating. He tried to shake it off and concentrated on the scents of the night, the woods, the grass. But the closer he got, the more her scent took precedent. The big red blood moon in the sky seemed to intensify everything inside him and enhance his senses. Was he still trying to stop Mitchell or was he hunting her too?

The girl had now reached the far end of the plantation 's premises. The mansion was in sight, but still quite far off. She started screaming for help, but the party was still going on and no one heard her. She was too far away from the main building and she must have known it. She changed direction and ran to the guest lodgings, which were closer, probably hoping to find someone to rescue her, but the buildings were dark and there was no one there.

She tried some of the doors and found the last of the buildings unlocked. She stumbled inside and closed the door shut. She is safe, Rick thought. No, she is trapped. He pounded the side of his head with his fist, trying to get his thoughts and feelings straight. “Safe”, he whispered, trying to convince himself.

Her flowery scent lingered in the air. It smelled so good and reminded him of the night blooming jasmine in their back garden. He drew in a deep breath. No, he could not linger, he had to move. He had to stop Mitchell. Where was he?

He reached the building. He checked around the corner and saw Mitchell disappear through a window. Rick followed quickly and slipped through the window as well.

He saw Mitchell pin the girl to the wall beside the bed, holding his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. He was holding her gaze, whispering, reassuring her, in a way, hypnotizing her and Rick heard her frantic heartbeat slow down.

Suddenly, Mitchell turned to look at Rick. “Enjoying the hunt?’ he grinned. He pulled her arm towards his face, opened his mouth and scratched the girl’s wrist with one of his razor sharp fangs. She shrieked, but didn’t move. It was a tiny cut, but the blood which trickled from her wrist down into the palm of her hand was too much for Rick. The metallic, yet slightly sweet scent reached his nostrils and he let out a growl. Mitchell smiled. This was going to be a great night.

The girl’s eyes were fixed on Mitchell’s and he was reassuring her that nothing bad was going to happen. Didn’t they have fun together? Did she remember the other day? When they took a stroll through the park and how she had laid her head in his lap and they had talked for hours? She nodded and a smile appeared on her face.

So he had been preying upon her for a while, Rick thought. It was all a big game to him. Playing with the girl while he had the intention to feed on her all along. Her scent was so sweet, the jasmine, the blood and the smell of fear, although less strong, lingered in the room. Rick felt dizzy.

‘This is my friend’, he heard Mitchell say. ‘We are going to have fun together, aren’t we?’

The girl nodded and when he drew her in for a kiss, she closed her eyes and eagerly returned it.

Rick stood frozen, just watching them. Why didn’t he move?

They started taking off their clothes and Mitchell looked back at him, knowing that Rick wasn’t going to stop him. There was no doubt in his intention. He was inviting him to join them. Mitchell turned his attention back to the girl, picking her up and placing her on her back on the bed, caressing her and planting kisses from her neck all the way down to her belly. She was squirming and letting out soft gasps.

Rick felt torn between leaving because he felt like he was intruding and wanting to rescue the girl. He did neither one. Instead, he started to undress.

The girl’s heartbeat was louder now. This time not from fear, but from passion. Mitchell positioned himself between her legs and Rick moved to lie beside them. Mitchell took the girl's wrist and moved it in Rick’s direction, with a meaningful look. Rick took the girl's wrist and placed his nose close to the cut, inhaling the scent of the blood and letting his fangs slide over the soft flesh. He heard the pounding of her heart and the soft rushing, almost whispering sound of the blood flowing through her veins.

When Mitchell entered her, she let out a loud gasp and while they moved in unison, the human in Rick moved further to the background, letting the monster inside him to take over. He watched as Mitchell and the girl built up to a high. With a final hard and deep thrust, Mitchell took both the girl and himself over he edge, sinking his fangs deep into her neck and Rick sinking his fangs deep into her wrist.

He felt the warm blood flowing into his mouth. It felt heavenly. He had almost forgotten how good it tasted. Gripping the girl’s wrist tight, he sucked in more and more blood.

Roles reversed, Mitchell pulled Rick away from the girl, stopping him. It needed to last. The night was still young. One thing was for sure, after the first rush, Rick wanted more.

Mitchell checked on the girl. She was alright and pulled him in for more kisses, clearly not done with him as they were not done with her.

Rick sat back leaning against the headboard, head spinning. He didn’t have time to think or change his mind, for the girl moved towards him.

Mitchell let go of her, sat back and with a grin on his face, watched her settle on top of Rick. Straddling his lap, she kissed him feverishly. Rick’s hands trailed down her back and he cupped her ass, gripping it tight and pulling her closer.

He wrapped one arm firmly around her waist and with the other hand, he pulled her hair back, making her head tilt and exposing her neck. He pressed his lips on the wound where Mitchell had sunk his teeth into her velvety flesh and licked off the remainder of the blood. The taste was intoxicating.

The mix of her scent, the taste of blood, and her fingers stroking his length expertly, made him harder than he remembered being in a long time. His sky blue eyes turned pitch black and his fangs reappeared. He lifted the girl up and with a swift move he entered her, making her sink down on him. She let out a cry, throwing her head back. After a short moment, adjusting to his size, the girl started to move, rocking back and forth, keeping her eyes fixed on Rick’s.

Mitchell moved in closer, his black eyes trained on the pair building up to a climax. He positioned himself behind her, placing one hand on her throat and reaching around to grab her breast with the other. She pressed her back into him, moved her arm back and up, wrapping it around the back of his neck while steadily rocking back and forth.

She turned her head to the side to meet his lips. Their tongues intertwined. She cut her tongue on his sharp fangs, making blood flow and Mitchell greedily drank the warm liquid.

Rick released one hand from the girl’s waist, squeezing the nipple of her free breast, which made the girl groan louder. She turned her head away from Mitchell and was breathing hard, blood trickling down her chin. She was close to her release.

She pressed down harder and moved faster, pushing herself over the edge. At that moment, Rick drew her close, sank his teeth deep into one side of her neck, while Mitchell sank his teeth into the other side. With one last thrust, Rick released himself deep inside her with a growl, both him and Mitchell savoring the red liquid, which matched the color of the magnificent blood moon outside.

Hours later, blue sky and sun had replaced the blood moon and the silver stars of the dark night sky. Sun rays seeped through the windows illuminating the bloodied bed sheets and bodies in the guest lodgings. Rick stirred and slowly opened his eyes. His nostrils filled with the lingering scent of dried blood and sex. He sat up and looked at the bloody mess.He tried to focus on the girl. She was breathing. She was alive. Not dead. Just sleeping, as was Mitchell.

Then it hit him. What had he done? He panicked slightly and tried to remember the events. It all came flooding back to him. He was supposed to stop the hunter. Instead, he had become the hunter.

He realized, to his horror, that he had enjoyed all of it. The hunt, the excitement, the sex, the blood. The blood. Could he blame it on the blood moon, which always made him restless and which could make someone mad? Did he enjoy it, or was it the beast inside him that had enjoyed this. Was there even a distinction? Was he the beast?

Even after feeding on her the whole night, the girl was alive and she seemed to have enjoyed it herself. Was feeding on humans justified if they consented? Was his so-called righteous way of living fair to the beast inside him? Was it fair to deny himself that exquisite feeling of what fresh human blood did to him?

There were too many questions and it overwhelmed him. He needed to get out of there. He took on his vampire form once more, got dressed at lightning speed and fled the scene. He ran into the woods and kept running, trying to make sense of it all, or perhaps, trying to forget it all.

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