A Healthy Kinda Love (Toxic Love pt. 2) | Monster Boyfriend
You couldn’t say being a vampire is easy, not that you would in the first place. The first few days were hell, constantly hearing the animals when you stepped outside at night. It took you a while before you were able to stay out there for five minutes and not be overwhelmed by the smell and the sounds.
Hex had been with you with every step, praising you for even going outside in the first place, making sure you were fed since a newblood’s hunger was far worse than a seasoned vampire. He’s gotten better with time as well, controlling his temper and making sure you were able to stay sane when you were able to hear the blood pumping every single time you called a client or a client called you back. Your fangs were sore and hard to control, but, like usual, helped with that.
He’s not the best still, and he has his moments, but aside from the uncomfort you were feeling thanks to him turning you, you were happy you gave him that chance. Happy you did something you shouldn’t, yet again.
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“You’re going to trip,” Hex said as he passed you, turning around and running backwards as he shot you a look, earning one in return from you.
It was your first hunt, something Hex was almost killing himself with stress with. It took two hours of convincing and a helluva lot of kisses to get him to agree. But as fun as you were having with your newly gained speed, he got even more overprotective with how you were outside of the cottage.
“I’m not gonna trip,” you said, waving your hand in the air, narrowing your eyes at him before he shrugged and turned around. “Hex, I’m not-”
You were down before you knew it, your foot catching on a rock and then you were suddenly face first on the ground, the fallen leaves barely breaking your fall as you heard Hex sigh and walk over to you. You could tell he wanted to be cheeky, but he held himself back, helping you up and dusting off your sweater. “Watch your surroundings, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt, Crow.”
Crow. That was his new pet name for you ever since the two of you got together. He constantly told you that the two of you were an ‘attempted murder’ and that’s why he called you that. But you knew better. You saw the crows he befriended and that gave him little rocks and even something he gave you once. All for some pieces of stale bread. You were tempted to tell him, but you saw the way his eyes lit up when they visited him when the sun went down, you heard how he spoke when he called you that. And you really, really loved it.
“You could’ve warned me,” you said.
“Yea, I could’ve, but I could’ve also kept you at home and just brought home an animal for us. I didn’t do that, now did I?” He asked, kissing your forehead before nudging your hand and grabbing it, walking with you. “Y’know, I was never taught how to do these things when I turned…I had to learn on my own.”
“On your own?” You questioned, looking over at him with furrowed brows. He nodded.
“I was turned by a random who didn’t know when to stop…never saw them after that night and well…it’s not like I knew how to find people like me,” he explained. “I’m not letting you go through the same thing when I’m here to help. It’s not fair to you.”
“I wouldn’t exactly blame you if you did that though,” you told him, but he squeezed your hand right after you stopped talking.
“I would,” he said, slowing to press his lips firmly against the side of your head. “I’ll let you learn by yourself soon enough, but I don’t want to throw you in something when I can help you the first time and then gradually let you do it yourself.”
You knew better than to argue with him about it, especially since he was more knowledgeable with his experience as a vampire. You also didn’t want this night to end on an accidental tense note, genuinely enjoying spending time with him outside for the first time since you’ve gotten adjusted. “Whatever you say, Hex.”
A smile curled up on his lips and he squeezed your hand again. “Now you’re learning, Crow.”
Rolling your eyes, you pushed him slightly with your free hand.
The two of you walked for a little bit longer, that is, until you yanked Hex to a sharp stop, your pupils dilating as you glanced over at the left. “...You smell something?”
Nodding, he looked mildly impressed, but he also did mention how newbloods have sharper senses of smell and hearing so they can survive better. “...Rabbit,” you started, whispering, “also deer and-”
You cut yourself off. “And?”
“Bear, Hex.” You expected him to stop you, to try and calm the excitement, but all he did was grin and kiss your head again. “You wanna try getting all three?”
“You want me to try getting a bear?” You asked him, disbelief in your tone.
“Not alone, obviously, I’ll never expect that of you. But if you get the rabbit, and I get the deer, we can use the rabbit as bait and take the bear out together,” he suggested. “That or I could subdue it and you could snap it’s neck.”
“You’re putting a lot of faith into me, Hex,” you commented, giving him an unsure look that was countered with a scoff and a wave of his hand.
“I know you can do it.”
With that, he tugged you to where you said to go, letting you make a quick trip with the rabbit, which was further off than you expected. He chased after the deer and the both of you made your way to the small cave the bear made their home. “I can’t believe we’ve lived near bears.”
“We’re a few miles away from the house…besides, we’re in the forest, Crow,” he whispered back, tossing the rabbit into the entrance of the cave. When the smell of bear got worse, you had to cover your nose moving with Hex as a brown bear appeared, clearly tired and disgruntled, yet not denying the dead rabbit just laying in the entrance of his home.
Hex watched, eyes focused on the bear before he quietly lifted you and helped you get on the top of the cave, making sure you were steady before watching the bear again, waiting until it bent down to eat the rabbit before making a move.
He was fast, and before you knew it, you were watching your partner fight a bear, something you’ve never thought you’d see in your life. Both the fighting a bear and Hex being your partner. Though, you never thought you’d be a vampire that’d have to hunt animals either, and that really was the cause of it all.
You were almost worried for Hex until he pushed the bear against the side of the entrance to the cave with a grunt, looking up at you for a moment before yelling at you, “Hop down on its shoulders and grab its head!”
You listened, stumbling, but digging your fingers into the side of the bear’s head to stay steady on it, hearing Hex again, “Now kill it!”
You flinched when you heard him, almost hesitating on if you really wanted to do it. However, Hex must have bitten into the bear to get a one up on it, because when the scent caught your nose, your pupils dilated and your hands moved on your own. Hex caught you as the bear fell, its head following shortly as it rolled a little off to the side, leaving you with the body.
Your fingers dug into his arms, trying to get at the bear’s body, acting like a wild beast that hasn’t eaten in months as he held onto you, whispering praise as he tried to calm you down, littering kisses against your neck and up to your ear. “C’mon, Crow, breathe, breathe.”
You could barely hear him, but after a moment, your senses got used to the smell and slowly but surely, you calmed down enough to loosen your grip on his arms, a breath leaving your lips. “There we go…”
You looked back at him, then towards the bear’s body…then at its head. “I killed it…”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “You did great on your first hunt, ‘m proud of you.”
Your expression softened and a little smile appeared on your lips at the praise. “Can I carry the bear back home?”
He huffed a laugh and nodded, letting you go and watching you as you walked to the bear and tossed the six foot body over your shoulders like it was nothing. He grinned at the sight, moving over to the deer before coming back with it over his shoulder. “You’re abusing your powers.”
“You said newbloods are stronger than ‘seasoned vampires’.”
“They can exert more strength more easily. That’s what I said, not that they were stronger.” You rolled your eyes playfully before following him back to the cottage, letting him get the deer drained before moving onto the bear.
“You want me to get you some food as I get cleaned up?” You asked him, waiting for him to turn and look at you before nodding.
“That’d be easier, yea,” he said, flashing you a smaller smile before walking over to you to kiss your cheek. “If you want, I could skin them too. I just remember you saying something about wanting a big blanket for winter. It’s getting to be fall, Crow.”
“You’d sleep under a bear skin that I decapitated?”
“‘Course I would, it’s called using the animals.” Hex shrugged. “If you don’t like it, I could always sleep under you.”
He cocked an eyebrow and laughed when you swatted at his arm. “Hex!”
“You love me,” he said teasingly, only for you to steal a kiss from his lips.
“I do, but sometimes I want to hit you.” He playfully growled before turning you around, placing a firm swat on your ass to send you inside the cottage.
You walked in, heading to the kitchen to wash your hands and change into something comfier for the night before you got Hex and yourself two glasses of blood. Walking out, you use your foot to shut the door, walking over to him in the process of the makeshift drainer he made a while ago, something he had before you moved in because he didn’t have anyone to feed on. “How’s it goin’?”
He looked back at you, a smile on his face as his red eyes lit up at the sight of you. “Perfect, like always. Gimme a sec’ and I’ll grab my glass.”
“Take your time,” you told him, watching him as you sipped from yours, eyes fluttering shut as you calmed your almost uncontrollable bloodlust. He had said it’d calm down eventually, but right now you were stuck with it.
You leaned against the side of the cottage, watching him after getting over the savoring of the first sip, your eyes following the way blood pours into the container that was under the body. Eyes following his movements as he set it up to do it for him, you handed him his glass when he walked over to you, smiling when he smothers a kiss against your lips, humming when he tastes the blood that stains them.
He takes a long drink of his glass, pulling in a deep breath before letting it out as his eyes stare down at you, a darker red now that he’s had a taste. “Something on your mind, Crow?”
You shook your head. “Nothing important.”
Hex scoffed. “Anything that’s in your pretty, little head is important. C’mon, what is it?”
“You’re gonna keep bothering me until I tell you, aren’t you?” A single nod is all you get, but it’s enough to make you fold with a groan. “Fine, fine.”
You paused for a moment, and he waited, raising his eyebrows when you didn’t immediately spit it out. “If that incident didn’t happen…would you have turned me anyway?”
You didn’t need to explain what the incident was. You didn’t want to anyway. That wasn’t a good night for either of you. But you almost started to tell him not to worry about it when you saw him tense up, but he spoke before you could, taking a drink beforehand. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He nodded again.
“I wanted to ask you out first…get closer…that sorta stuff. That night…I turned you because I needed to save you. I wasn’t thinking straight and I just…I couldn’t let you die, so I turned you. Any other time, I would’ve done it when you were willing. But I was desperate.” He shrugged after a moment. “You probably already knew that though.”
“I might’ve picked up on it,” you said softly, pulling a hand from his glass before your lips grazed his knuckles. “By the way…I think you’re very good for me now.”
His eyebrows raised again and a smile spread on his face. “Really? No more ‘you’re bad for me’? None of that?”
You shook your head. “None of that. Even then- I was still with you despite that.”
“True, but it’s one thing when you’re with me despite thinking I’m not good for you. It’s another when you finally do,” he told you, and as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. “Though, I still think you’re far too good for me.”
“Your way of thinking is wrong usually.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you scrunch your nose at him, giving him a little smile before drinking more from your glass. “I think I’m perfectly in your league.”
“You’re a bad liar, Crow. A godawful liar.” Shooting him a look, he simply looked away, finishing his glass before looking over at the bear, changing the conversation with ease. “We shouldn’t have to hunt for a while after this.”
“We shouldn’t?” He shook his head.
“Even if we feed once a day, it’ll still take us over a month to get done with all of our blood. We- no I only eat once a week and you’re surprisingly keeping up with it once every two days.”
“It’s not that hard…just uncomfortable,” you said with a shrug. “It should get better though, right?”
He nodded. “Mhm, after a while it won’t be as uncomfortable ‘cause your body’ll get used to not eating as much.”
You nodded back at him, but you also couldn’t deny that your brain decided to get stuck on one small thought you happened to come across. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, Hex noticed. “What is it now, Crow?”
This time, you just spit it out, partly ashamed of yourself for thinking it, “Are you ever gonna get tired of having me around and not want me anymore?”
You saw his expression soften before he looked back at you. “What makes you think that?”
“Nothing, it’s just…a thought, I guess.”
“Well, get the thought out of your head,” he started, moving into your personal space to lean down and kiss your head. “‘M not goin’ anywhere and I’m sure as hell not letting you go either. I’m always gonna want you around, no matter what. Even if we fight.”
“Really?”
“I’ll pinkie promise you if it makes you happy,” he said, lifting his free hand and holding out his pinkie, letting you link your pinkie with his. “I promise, on my cold, undead heart that I’ll love you for the rest of our lives, ok? No matter how bad a fight is or anything of the sort. I’m gonna be here, and I’m sure as hell never gonna get tired of you, Crow.”
You smiled up at him, sighing softly before he pecked you on the lips. “That’s why I keep saying I’m in your league. You’re perfect for me.”
“Even if I’m the reason you can’t go out in the sun without burning?”
“Even if you’re the reason I can’t eat my favorite foods anymore,” you said, not answering his question, but giving him another reason. “Trust me, you’re stuck with me, I’m still paying the mortgage on the cottage.”
“Makes one of us,” he jokes, laughing when you swat at his arm. “You’ll pay it off, and then you can live in the house for free.”
“Not if I want to pay the bills.”
“Well, without a mortgage,” he said with a shrug, handing you his empty glass. “Anyway, finish up your drink, ‘m gonna get this inside and you’re gonna help me jar all of this up.”
“Am I getting paid?”
“You’re getting food,” he retorted and you nodded.
“True, I’ll finish,” you said, kissing him again before walking back in the cottage and downing the rest of the blood, putting the glasses in the sink before going out to help him with the containers.
The two of you spend the rest of the night using the rest of your jars to get the blood to last more than a week and as he’s playing tetris, trying to fit the jars with the others in the fridge and in the freezer, you watch him with a dumb little smile on your face because that was your man.
And even if he yells at inanimate objects because they don’t fit exactly like he wants them to, you love him anyway. Even if in the beginning he wasn’t all that good for you.
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Part One
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