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The Night Shift

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 6857

{This is a long one, folks. Over 20+ pages. But it enjoyable nonetheless. I hope you enjoy. Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics}

Being a night owl came easy to you. Afterall, it was part of the job. Besides it being a requirement though, you enjoyed it. There was always something about the night, moon high & heavy in the sky, that kept you energized, aware, prepared. Unlike the others in the crew, you didn’t need coffee or tobacco to keep you awake on the job, the excitement alone did it for you. You sometimes wish you had an agenda like others on the crew—vengeance or being a damn purist—but you simply enjoyed the thrill, the danger you would potentially get yourself into when it came to facing them.

The Salvatore’s. Brothers. Or others like them: vampyres. The Salvatore’s though, they’ve been on the crew’s hit list for quite some time now, long before you joined, but they always remained rather elusive to the attempts made by your colleagues. Tonight though, tonight was the night. At least that’s what the crew’s leader announced when everyone gathered together at the abandoned warehouse turned headquarters moments ago.

“We got a hit. A solid one.” Urien, the leader & founder of Night Shift—a vampyre hunting organization you found yourself a part of—began. “A reliable source informed us that the Salvatore’s have been, & will be again tonight, at an underground vampyre club in the city.”

A few others in the crew smirked proudly, one among them—Natalia—was especially overjoyed at this information, despite the lack of enthusiastic display. Everyone on the crew knew well that if anyone had it out for the Salvatore’s it was her. They had killed her husband & sister. Natalia never spoke about it, it was what you had heard from others in the crew, but of everyone there, her life was impacted the most. Natalia felt you staring in her direction & craned her head to meet your eyes. There was a significant scar left at the junction of where her neck & shoulder met: a souvenir from the night she & her family was attacked.

Natalia raised a single eyebrow towards you, challenging you. She knew you weren’t here out of anger or some spiritual righteousness, no, she knew your interests lied elsewhere, thus she never particularly liked you.

Dropping your gaze from Natalia’s, you returned your attention to Urien. Urien was a living, breathing survivor of many vampyre face-offs. He was littered in battle scars, all of which he bared as a reminder to the crew about what they were up against. It wasn’t unusual that he would remain shirtless during meetings, a maneuver to keep your intentions & motivations clear.

“Natalia, Raphael, Jonas.” Urien called out the members who have been part of the crew the longest, “You three will go tonight, blend in, reconnaissance. We don’t want to make an attack going in blind.”

The three nodded in agreement. “Byron, Hilda, _____.” Urien says your name last, “Back-up. You’ll remain a block away, watch your crewmates’ back. Shit hits the fan you pull the plug, cause a distraction, get them the hell out.”

“Gladly.” Hilda sneers proudly, one eye milky, the other a dark pool of brown. Hilda had a taste for destruction: bombs being her specialty. Other than stakes & vervain, Hilda experimented in the past with a few unlucky newborn vampyres, & much to her pleasure, bombs easily terminated the blood-suckers as well, but only if you could get them dazed & confused, otherwise they used their inhuman speed to snap your neck & get the hell outta dodge all before the countdown went from 2 to 1. Hilda learned that the hard way, but she survived. Still though, she enjoys playing with her explosives.

“Raymond & I stay here. We’re the voices in your heads, your eyes in the sky. What we say goes, got it?”

When no one objected, like normal, Urien nodded once, “Alright, Night Shift, time to clock in.”

It was half past midnight; Natalia, Raphael, & Jonas disappeared into the club a little over an hour ago. Parked a block away, you, Byron, & Hilda stayed hidden inside a large SUV with deeply tinted windows, all your eyes on the club just up the street. From the outside, it was inconspicuous—no one loitered in front drunk & unstable which was often seen outside human clubs. Except for the single man dressed in all black, who still wore shades in the middle of the night, no one would know question that the seemingly abandoned church was anything but. As far as the Night Shift was concerned, the only way to get entry to the club—especially as a human—was to have a vampyre bring you themselves. Fortunately for Urien, he found the one vampyre he felt he could trust to get the three humans in the club.

It was quiet, too quiet. Sitting in the middle in the backseat, you were growing restless. Your palms were rubbing your thighs, antsy for action. It’s only been an hour, but you were becoming impatient, wishing you had been part of the three to get inside. Urien, like nearly everyone else on the crew, knew you were far from the first batch of choices to send in on a shift. You were too unpredictable, too entranced by the chaos that would surely ensue. You often wondered why Urien bothered to keep you around then if he thought you to be uncontrollable, but still, here you stayed. But you knew you were a good dog, listened to your masters commands, however, if you got into a scuffle with the right person, nothing would stop you. It kept your blood flowing.

Byron cast a glare in your direction from the rearview mirror. Like Natalia, Byron didn’t care for your presence on the crew; you had no real reason to be here except for that you could pull your own weight.

“Itching for a kill?” He questioned, the tone of his voice sour. Byron didn’t enjoy the killing. Staking out, being the escape, those he could do, but put a stake in his hand & he would falter. It was no wonder that he always remained a part of the second shift.

“Why? Offering?” You bit back.

“Sucker.” Byron whispered under his breath. Hilda rolled her eyes at his comment. ‘Sucker’ was a term used in the vampyre hunting community that referred to a human vampyre fanatic—typically humans who wanted to be vampyres, fuck them, or be surrounded by them. The term never bothered you. You knew you fell into none of the categories, you simply enjoyed the rush of fighting something…strong, unnatural. Always gave you a reason to push yourself.

Thirty more minutes passed. No word was heard from Urien or Raymond, the two of them being the mediators between the shift inside the club & the second shift waiting in darkness outside. Only if shit hit the fan would contact be formed between the two shifts to secure a successful rescue & getaway, otherwise, the second shifters were left in the literal dark.

You couldn’t take the stillness & quiet anymore. You need to get out. If you couldn’t fight something, you needed to at least move. If not, then you just may end up taking Byron up on his indirect offer. Sliding to the passenger side of the SUV, you unlocked the door. Immediately following, the lock disappeared into it’s socket, trapping you. Pausing, you sighed heavily in annoyance, “Unlock. The. Door.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Byron challenged, “So you can sing & dance & show off to the vamps just where we’re hiding.”

“Take a look around, Byron.” You gestured to the view outside the windshield: empty, dark, desolate. “No one cares. I just need to stretch my legs.”

“Good thing we have plenty of space in here for you to do just that.”

You went to snap at him before Hilda intercepted, apparently amused at the banter but tired of listening to it, too. “Jesus, unlock the door Byron. She can take care of herself.”

Byron glared momentarily at Hilda before returning his eyes to you, his hands briefly moving to unlock the doors from the controls on the driver’s side panel, “If you’re out there & anything happens, don’t expect me to swing back for ya.”

Gripping the door handle, you roll your eyes, “Wouldn’t dream of it, By-By.”

Slamming the door shut on a quip Byron was in the process of making, you walked backwards away from the SUV & the club, knowing better than to approach the club without Urien’s instruction. As tempting as it was to stray from your master, you didn’t want to press your luck on reconnaissance night. The Salvatore’s were too high on the priority list for the Night Shift to risk fucking it up this close to snagging them. Reaching the end of the block that the SUV was parked on, you began to softly stretch your limbs. It didn’t take much but it was enough to get your heart pumping. The adrenaline that would course through your body during a fight was almost as good as sex. Your body needed it. It demanded the fight, the struggle, the ability to overpower something inhuman. A pleasant sigh shiver racked your body at the thought of straddling a vampyre & plunging a stake into their cold, dead heart.

Really, you had no personal issues with vampyres—hell, if you weren’t a part of the Night Shift, you might even admit to them being rather cool, but they weren’t any use to you if they were your friends, your kin. You wanted the danger, so that was the only aspect of them you appreciated: how easily they could kill you.

When you finished stretching your limbs, you reached into the holster at your thigh, unlatching the clip & fingering the blade just inside. The blade, much to any vampyre’s chagrin, was coated in a fine layer of vervain. Not enough to kill, but enough to hinder their attacks. Running the tip of her thumbnail against the blade, you closed your eyes, your lips parted as you imagined swinging it & thrusting the blade into the fleshy muscle of a vampyre. Their screeching was music to your ears. You smiled. You wanted to relish in the feeling just a moment longer but before you could, the honking of a horn sounded.

Pulled from your reverie, you saw that the SUV was reversing towards you. Hilda rolled down her window, “They’re clear. Let’s get outta here.”

You were both relieved & displeased by this information. Displeased because it meant no action tonight, but relieved as well, because that meant that if things went well, your chances of getting into the club on attack night were guaranteed. Suppressing a sadistic grin, you threw open the back door & hopped in. Your fingers itching for that kill.

To anyone in the vampyre hunting community, the Salvatore’s were well-known. Behind the originals—the Mikaelsons—they were next on the ‘most wanted staked’ list. To you though, you couldn’t care about who they were. Of course, there was some interest on your part—the idea of getting to take down one of the legends would bring you great satisfaction, but as for who they were & why they were at the top, you were indifferent.

It was the night before the planned attack on the brothers. Urien was going over the anticipated roles for the following evening. Everyone sat haphazardly around the long rectangular table but remained focus on the task at hand. Just ahead, plastered on the cement wall, were two sketches of the Salvatore brothers. You had to admit the brothers were handsome, sexy even. Both of them wore deep, brooding stares. The sketch on the left you knew to be the older of the two—Damon. Reputation pegged him as the more violent of the two. If given the choice, you imagined going one-on-one with him would be nothing short of fun. The sketch on the left was Stefan. He was known to be diplomatic one. But much like everyone on the Night Shift knew, Stefan was not innocent. Just because he chose to not kill in some instances didn’t exempt him; he was still a threat for as long as he was upright. At least that’s what the Night Shift told to be the case. You didn’t care. You just wanted to kill something.

“_____”. Urien addresses you from the head of the table. You had been twirling your switchblade between your fingers, lost in thought. Returning the blade to the holster attached to your thigh, you rested your elbows on the table, awaiting instruction.

“You’re in the club with Natalia, Raphael, & Jonas.” At this information, you truly struggled to hide a wolfish grin. As if he could see right through you, Urien continued, “You do not make a move unless I tell you, do you understand? You are there in case one of the other three become incapacitated for any reason. You are the second wave, not the first.”

It wasn’t a role you particularly enjoyed, but you were used to it at this point. You were enough of an asset to send in for support but not enough of one to trust to make the first move correctly. You had a habit of making things last a bit longer than necessary, all in the name of fun, of course. Regardless, you were getting in the club tomorrow night, & regardless, an attack was happening. Your heart hammered with excitement deep inside your ribs. Urien moved onto the other roles that would be played out. Losing interest in his voice, you peered just past his bare shoulders to the sketches behind him.

Tomorrow night, you thought to yourself as your eyes stared intently at the drawings on the wall, a mischievous smile gracing your lips, then you’re all mine.

The club was in full swing, & much easier getting into than you had anticipated. All it took was the four you meeting with the vampyre Urien trusted, Zara. She met the four of you down the street. She looked you over, wondering who the hell you were. You had smirked knowingly, “Problem?”

Zara had smiled, her sharp canines proudly on display, “Don’t tempt me, honey.” Natalia gave you a dirty look before Zara gave you, specifically, the breakdown. Don’t say a word, follow her lead, keep your eyes to yourself until you’re in the main part of the club. Easy enough, but you sure did have trouble listening to anyone who wasn’t your master.

Despite it all though, the five of you made it into the club without issue. The same guard from the other night, gave everyone the once over, Zara vouching for the four of you, before allowing you all to slip inside the heavy wooden doors. The hallways were dimly lit by lit lanterns that clanged lazily against the ancient stone of the building. The air gave you chills but the goosebumps that erupted across your body only amped up your heart rate. You felt like a junkie on her way to getting a fix.

The main part of the club opened up behind another set of heavy wooden doors. Once inside, your body began to thrum in excitement. The club was spacious, two floors, the second do which was actually below the one you were currently on. In the center of the main floor was a roped off section of the stone floor that had broken apart, showing only the metal rods that originally kept the stone in place. It was like looking down a wishing well & seeing a whole new world hidden below. The club itself was decently packed. Almost every moving body in the space was dancing, potentially high off something, but you weren’t sure what. In environments like this it was difficult to make out who was vampyre & who was human. But then, if you focused enough, you could make out the private rooms just on the edges of the room. Hidden behind sheer blood red cloth, you could see vampyres & humans alike coming together as one, either in the form of fucking or feeding.

Zara led you to the dance floor while the other three split away. Everyone had their role to play tonight; as much as you didn’t like it, your role wasn’t activated unless plans went to hell. Playing your role of Zara’s blood bag, she pressed her body against yours. She was dressed in a gothic stylized black corset dress while you sported a long sleeve turtle neck & ankle length black skirt. Your role was to appear timid, afraid, thus covering the most delicious parts of your body. Little did the vampyres in the room know, under your skirt was your holster attached to your thigh, your handy switchblade tucked away, along with a few stakes & a small can of vervain spray. Your hair was rolled up into a messy bun, not wanting your mane to get in the way should you find yourself in a fight.

Subtly keeping your eyes on Natalia as she lined the edge of the room, Zara placed her hands on your waist, moving herself to press her lips to your neck. Normally you wouldn’t trust a vampyre to get this close, especially in a room where the vampyres to human ratio wasn’t in your favor, but for the sake of your role, you allowed her to, though you did let your fingers brush along your thigh a few times, feeling the holder hidden underneath.

“Careful.” Zara whispered behind a devilish smile, a smile for show, “Movements like that will get you noticed. Turn around.”

Not waiting for you to listen, Zara turned your body so your back was pressed to her chest, your hips matching in movement as she swayed your body along with her. The music pumping throughout the club was dark techno, the deep bass reverberating the stone floor you were standing on. Zara continued to graze your clothed neck with her lips. You allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling briefly as your eyes gently surveyed the room. A soft ring sounded in your ear: Urien.

“_____, the shift is in place. If things go well, they’ll succeed & you all will be out in no time. If not, you know what to do.” He briefed you through the earpiece. You nodded once, not responding. Communication was always one way unless trouble happened. Trouble that you hope happened tonight.

Zara’s hands on your waist disappeared. You nearly stopped dancing to react but couldn’t risk breaking character. However, just a moment later her hands reappeared on you, though this time on your hips. You let her hands wander, knowing she was also playing a role. But when her hands started to fall towards your thighs, towards your holster, you grabbed her wrists, stopping her. Only then did you realize that it wasn’t her arms you were grabbing. Before you could properly respond, a hand came up to your throat, latching onto it, the other arm wrapped securely across your midsection, keeping your arms tightly in place to your side.

“Ah-ah.” A deep bravado voice breathed hotly against your ear, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Part of you began to panic, but the bigger part, the part that was hoping for this, began to glisten on the inside. It had to be one of the Salvatore’s, & if it wasn’t one of them, it was someone close to them. The hand that was on your throat swiftly removed the earpiece before crushing the small item between their thumb & forefinger.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” You countered, “That’s only going to alert them.”

A soft chuckle sounds from the man holding you, his taut chest rumbles against your backside as he laughs, “That’s what we’re hoping for.”

Before you’re able to attempt any sort of move, you feel the mans hand press against the space just above your left breast. A threat. Easily he could tear past your flesh & bones & rip your heart from your body. You were not in a position to counterattack at this moment. Understanding the position you were in, you allowed your body to go slack. You win, you thought begrudgingly to yourself, for now.

“That’s right.” The voice hissed jovially, “Don’t fight it. You be a good girl & follow me.” With that, the man harshly gripped the back of your neck, his thumb placed conveniently at the base of your skull. Should you try anything, he could snap your neck without a thought. His other hand bent your right arm painfully behind your back, holding you in place as he walked you forward through the sea of clubbers. Between the amount of people on the floor & the disorienting flash of lights, it was difficult for you to survey your surroundings, to see if you could make out any of your crewmates.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about them,” The man shared, as if reading your thoughts, “You’ll be together again shortly.”

As the two of you made your way through the throng of people, not a single person, vampyre or human, noticed what was occurring before them. You wondered if you walked into a trap. Were they waiting for you? Did they see you coming? More so, where was Zara? You didn’t have a chance to see if she gave you up to the man behind you or if she too was in his way. Was she to blame? You imagined all your questions would be answered shortly.

Just off the dance floor, between two private rooms, was a darkened hallway. You were led down it, your shoulder joint beginning to pulse from the uncomfortable angle it was being bent in. You inhaled sharply as the force behind you pushed you into door. You could hear the smile in the man’s voice when he said, “Oops. I’m clumsy.”

You didn’t have an opportunity to rebuttal when the door swung open. Just inside, the first thing you noticed was your crewmates. All of them. Though Jonas was down for the count. You were unsure if he was alive, his body was lying unmoving on the floor across the room. Natalia had tears running down her face but her expression was one of anger, she glared hotly at the man just straight ahead. Raphael was looking forlornly at the ground. You had to guess that Jonas was dead.

“Here’s the last one, brother.” The man that stood ahead of you initially had his back turned. With your arrival, he turned slowly, looking you over slowly, as if assessing if you were a threat. Indeed you were, but did they know that yet? The room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the same lanterns that hung in the stone corridors of the church entrance hallway. But even with the little light available, you recognized the man to be Stefan Salvatore. Which means the man holding you…

“Damon. Knew I could count on you.” You felt the hands on your arm & back of neck release, shoving you forward so you fell on your knees.

“Careful with this one.” Damon’s voice lowered in a playful manner, “She’s antsy for a fight. I can feel it.”

Damon came into your view as he joined his brother before you. The only furniture in the room was a single desk, coated in what looked to be a blood red finish with detailed fixtures, & a wall of floor to ceiling bookcases. It didn’t fit with the theme of the club. But you didn’t care. What you cared about was that it was two against one. Part of you was thrilled, especially with it being the Salvatore’s, but even you knew that if your crewmates were unable to back you, then your chances were very slim.

“Is that so?” Stefan questioned in turn, his eyes remaining on you. He reached for a glass filled with something thick & red, what you could only guess to be blood. He took a sip & you watched in trepidation as the veins around his eyes appeared, like claw marks. Your heart thrummed in your chest. Chancing a look to your right, you made eye contact with Natalia. A sneer was still evident on her face but she quickly glanced to her own thigh. Her dagger was missing. Then she swiftly glanced toward the desk before returning her gaze to the brothers. Following her trail of sight, you noticed her daggers handle sticking out from under the desk, surmising it must’ve been knocked in that direction in a struggle. You had your own on you, but still, a second weapon nearby would make things slightly easier.

“She’ll kill you.” Natalia spit. You were surprised, much like the brothers, at her statement. Damon laughed loudly at this, resigning himself to lounge lazily against the desk.

“She can try.” Damon replied with a tone of amusement, “I’d like to see it.”

“_____.” Natalia spoke your name again. Your eyes met. The look you saw behind them was one that made you uneasy but you understood. Whatever she was about to do, you needed to make it worth it. “Kill them.”

You nodded once, letting your hand ghost over the dagger hidden behind your skirt, in preparation for the unknown. Damon growled at the interaction & in a split second he appeared before Natalia. She had been anticipating the move, maneuvering herself to fall backwards before Damon’s hands could grasp her head. As she fell backwards, with great speed for a human, reached above her head & behind her back to withdraw her infamous sword that had been sheathed against her spine. As the sword glinted in the dim light, Raphael kicked his leg out, knocking Damon to one knee. You took this chance to roll to your side, tearing your skirt in the process to access your dagger. Coming to a stop, your dagger gripped firmly in hand, you raised yourself to one knee.

Natalia & Raphael traded blows & jabs with Damon, keeping him distracted, leaving you with Stefan. While you would’ve much preferred going one-on-one with the bigger badder brother, you would settle for the meeker of the two. Stefan glowered at you with a massive grin on his face, standing casually, as if he was waiting in line at a fast food chain. Controlling your breathing, you rose to your feet, stepping once to the left, making it so you could still keep your eyes on the trio that were fighting. To your disappointment, Stefan didn’t match your step. He was allowing you to get closer to him. His confidence annoyed you. But he didn’t know you. That would be his first mistake.

When you were only three feet or so away from him, Stefan spoke plainly, “I am going to enjoy ripping into you.”

You smiled playfully, anticipating the fight, “What are you waiting for, then?”

Stefan nodded once, finishing the rest of the blood in the glass, “You’re right.”

The glass he had been drinking from hadn’t shattered against the floor yet before he appeared just before you. It was expected though, forcing you to step back slightly just enough to swipe your blade across his abdomen, cleanly slicing open his silk, black button up. “Sorry. I hope it wasn’t expensive.”

Stefan bared his teeth as he glanced down at his wound. Thanks to the vervain coating the blade, his wound would heal slower. His nostrils flared as his eyes darkened, rising to meet your own. With inhuman speed, he gripped your arm, intending to snap it & force the blade to drop, but not before you tossed the blade to your other hand, reaching between your bodies to slice open the arm that grabbed you. Stefan roared out, growing impatient with your technique. You wanted to rub it in more but knew it wasn’t the time, nor the place. Others were counting on you.

Just as the thought crossed your mind though, the sound of bones snapping sounded in the room. Foolishly, you took your eyes off Stefan to follow the sound. Raphael was lying on the floor, his neck broken. Damon now had Natalia caged in with an arm across her front, holding her arms back. Her eyes met your own. She knew it was over for as well as you did. Damon, using his other arm, bent her head enough to expose her neck before bending down to tear into her throat. Blood spurted from the attack & pooled below her. Natalia’s eyes never left your own. Then they closed. Damon dropped her body, his mouth & chin caked in Natalia’s blood. He grinned proudly, licking his lips, “I knew she looked familiar. I never forget such a divine taste.”

In the incredibly short amount of time it took to watch Natalia’s life be drained, you forgot about the foe gripping your arm, something you would regret. Stefan took the chance to grip the other arm that held the dagger, snapping your wrist. You screeched in pain, using your other arm in an attempt to evade his hold but he was immovable. The dagger fell to the floor & he kicked it away before spinning you around, pressing your back to his chest. Your breathing was erratic, your heart beat fighting to explode from your chest. Stefan held his face against the top of your head, slightly swaying your bodies together as if you were lovers dancing. He moaned softly, “I can hear your blood pumping. It’s rushing. You must be scared. So. Scared.”

You grunted in response, trying without luck to get out from under his arms, but you knew without your dagger your human strength was nothing compared to 160 year old vampyre.

“What are you waiting for, brother?” Damon questioned, stepping over the bodies of your fallen crewmates, “Take. Her. Out.”

“In time, brother.” Stefan replied, his voice almost whimsical, “Let me enjoy this before I snuff it out.”

Damon grinned devilishly, “I’ll be disposing of the bodies.” He kicked the limp arm of Raphael, “This one is still warm, I think I’ll give him to a few hungry newborns. Can’t let food that falls into our lap go to waste.”

You winced, watching in unbridled rage as Natalia & Raphael’s bodies were dragged out of the room by Damon. Before he closed the door, Damon winked at you, “Have fun.”

When it was only you & Stefan, you felt your adrenaline begin to subside. One-on-one. But without a dagger. Your chances were still slim but not impossible. Natalia’s blade was still nearby. Stefan hadn’t noticed it yet. You just needed to get yourselves over to it, close enough to swipe it. Stefan inhaled deeply behind you, his nose grazing the shell of your ear. Shivers wracked your body at the action. There have been countless times you were in such a position with a vampyre but they didn’t take their time like this. They were hungry, like you, but for something else, they were in a rush. Stefan though, he was taking his time, for why you didn’t know. But you’d be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it.

Prepared for the pain, you threw your head back, feeling the crown of your skull connect with Stefan’s nose. You heard a crunch & reveled in the sound before he dropped you abruptly. Taking the small window you had, you pushed yourself backwards between his legs, using your feet to kick the backs of his knees, making him fall to his knees. He spun around but not before your steel-toe boot connected with his face, forcing his head to snap to the side. In his momentary state of stun, you army crawled to the desk, fingers stretching for the daggers handle that teased you. The tips of your fingers had barely grazed it when you felt a warm grasp on your ankle yanking you back. Your broken wrist was trapped between your body & the floor as Stefan pulled you away from your only protection, the pain shot through your body & you cried out.

Stefan turned you over onto your back. You held your wrist to your chest, your teeth bared as you kicked again, this time getting him square in the chest. Stefan growled but was undeterred by your assault. His hand found your throat as he leaned forward to snarl into your face, his canines sharpening. Before he had the chance to tear into your neck, like he promised he would only moments ago, you found yourself bracing yourself on your elbows, taking your unbroken wrist & wrapping it around his neck, using it as a means to bring yourself up to sink your own teeth into his neck.

The taste of thick, coppery blood filled your mouth. Stefan howled at the feel of your teeth breaking skin. His hands gripped the back of your neck, trying to pull you off, but you tightening your jaw, drawing more blood & screams from the vampyre before you. You felt Stefan’s hands grip you tighter, though this time it was almost as if they were holding you against him, like a mother holding her child to her breast as she fed them. Then he groaned softly, almost like…like he was enjoying it.

Suddenly you were ripped away from him, falling to your back as you peered up at him. His shirt was coated in his own blood, the cut along his abdomen from your dagger was still bleeding. His button-up had become more shredded in the fight; the neckline slack & the lower half hanging loosely, exposing the bottom half of his stomach. Stefan remained above you on his knees, his head hung back as he caught his breath. Your own breath was coming in pants as you tried to calm yourself. You eyed the daggers nearby, both of which were too far out of reach. Stefan would kill you before you had the chance. What else could you do? He had proven to be a stronger enemy than you had imagined.

A soft chuckle sounded from the man before you, his head hanging lowly, casting an eerie shadow across his fine features. Your eyes met. If you were going to die in this moment, you weren’t going to stop fighting until your heart stopped beating. Stefan stretched his neck, & you watched as the bite wound you left healed until all that was left was a stain of red from the blood that had escaped.

“You’re fun, I’ll admit.” He shared, slowly leaning forward like a panther preparing to strike.

Mustering up the saliva you had, you spit at him. You laughed, proud of your childish last attempt as your spit mixed with his own blood sprayed across his face, “Fuck. You.”

His eyes darkened but he nodded, “If you want.” Your heart shuddered at his response. What does he mean… “But only as I rip into you.” He pushed your hair away from your neck & you wrestled to get out from under him, suddenly horrified by the change in his intention, “In more ways than one.”

A scream tore from your throat as he pressed himself against you, his teeth sinking into the junction where your neck & shoulder met. Your turtleneck didn’t make a difference to the vampyre above you as he settled between your legs. Your broken wrist was useless in defending yourself, all you could manage was to press your unharmed arm against his shoulder as you tried to shove him off, but even you knew it must have felt like an incessant insect buzzing in his ear.

“What are you doing?!” You cried out when you felt a hand tear your skirt more so, warm air caressing across your exposed thighs. Stefan growled into your neck as he continued drinking from you. You could feel your hair growing sticky & wet as your blood pooled below your head. “No, no no. NO!” You continued to shout when you felt the vampyre’s hands graze the edge of your underwear.

“No!” With one shout, you kicked out, trying to roll out from under him. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening. Never before had you found yourself in this position before. It was always fighting, killing, hurting the other, never…this. Stefan Salvatore. You had severely underestimated the dangers of the man who continued to hold you down.

Your kicking & squirming was useless as you began to feel your consciousness slip. You could feel your strength evading you as you tried to hold on. In a final attempt, you reached up with your uninjured arm to grip that back of his head, yanking pitifully on the hair at the nape of his neck. The action had the opposite effect. Stefan released you as he sighed heavily, his hot breath in your ear, “You’ve been a delight. It’s a shame it must end.”

With a snap of his wrist, you felt your underwear tightening against your skin before they were torn from your body. Your breath was shallow & you could only meekly cry out when you felt Stefan reaching between your bodies. You knew what was coming. You couldn’t stop it. Then when he was finished, he would kill you. This was it. This was how you would die.

A sharp pain shot up your spine as Stefan tore through you, exactly as he promised. He sheathed himself inside you entirely, groaning at the feeling of your walls fighting against the unwelcome assault. He didn’t move for a few seconds & for that you were quietly thankful. You almost wished he had finished draining you of your blood before he began raping you, at least that way you could be totally unaware, free of him. Then he began to thrust.

You sneered as he moved above you, his hands gripping your hips as he adjusted your legs to accommodate the width of him. His teeth grazed over your wound & you winced at the stinging that followed. His tongue lapped at the blood there & you moaned out in pain, your hands lying limply to your sides.

“Just kill me.” Your voice didn’t sound like yours. It was hoarse, defeated, weak. That wasn’t you. But as Stefan Salvatore pushed himself deeper inside you, the vibrations from his groans resonating through his chest to yours as he pressed himself against you, you knew you had fallen so far. You were completely & entirely at the hands of this vampyre.

“In time,” Stefan responded, his own voice grainy as he rutted into you sharply, “I’m going to enjoy this first.”

As he sped up, you knew the end was coming. You winced under his assault, the feel of him inside you feeling as if he was tearing your body in two. Had you not been on the edge of losing consciousness, you would’ve laughed at the authenticity of his promise. As if having read your mind, Stefan leaned up to gaze over you as he grew close to finishing. His hand reached for your throat, his fingers at the edge of your wound & you hissed, your own hand gripping his wrist. Stefan’s eyes darkened in euphoria followed by the claw mark like veins. His hips snapped against yours & you wanted nothing more then to reach out & snap his neck. With a final stroke, Stefan came, collapsing against you as he moaned into your neck, his teeth finding your wound again. You could feel his cock pulsing within you followed by a liquid warmth. A wave of nausea rolled over you but never came to fruition. You’d be dead here shortly, the only good thing the vampyre could provide you at this point.

Stefan Salvatore remained atop you for a moment longer before removing himself from between your legs. You sighed in relief, glad it to be over, in more ways than one. Gasps & shudders wracked your body as Stefan tore the turtleneck, exposing your wound in all its glory. In your fading peripheral, you made out a proud grin. His eyes fell from your wound to the curves of your body before landing on where his hips rested against your own then rising to meet your eyes, “They don’t call me a ripper for nothing.”

The last thing you saw was Stefan baring his canines as before he devoured your neck. The pain was dull, fading. You swallowed, tasting the last remnants of his blood in your mouth. The taste made you sick. No no no… his blood was in your system & he was killing you. You wanted to scream, stop him, but something told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Your lips parted with a desperate plead on your tongue but in moment you felt your heart slow, the world before you disappearing.

But you knew you would wake to another.

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Whew! Shiiieeeet. Woke up & cranked this one out. Let me know what you think! This was written as a oneshot but I see it could have potential for a few more parts. However, that idea will be placed to the side for now while I work on other WIPs.

I look forward to hearing from ya. Thanks for reading!

Beau<3

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