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cosmic-goddess-leo · 4 years

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Show Me Your Teeth

Vampire!Kuroo x Monster Hunter!Reader Chapter 2 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro finds himself in quite the predicament when an injured monster hunter stumbles into his castle seeking refuge.

Part 1

Word Count: 6,421

Warnings: SMUT IMMEDIATELY. Violence, bl00d, d3ath. Angsties

Author’s Note: I know some of yall were anticipating this be a series but I just couldn’t post another 10k fic lmao. I really hoped you guys enjoyed this 2 part series!

If Kuroo thought he was self conscious about his fangs before, he had another thing coming as (Y/n) pressed her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure, throw caution to the wind and risk one of his fangs pricking her plush lips.

But that would ruin everything. Ruin this opportunity to be intimate with the woman he had fallen in... who he had developed strong feelings for.

Instead he carefully worked his lips against hers, making sure to keep the kiss from getting too heated for fear of her tongue discovering his fangs.

He was caught off guard when (Y/n) pulled him onto the bed, moving him so she was caged between his arms. Their lips parted as (Y/n) began undressing, a giggle escaping her lips as Kuroo watched her intently, looking like he was ready to eat her...

Kuroo was so caught up in suppressing his hunger that he almost forgot to start undressing himself. He stared down at her, gaze turning predatory as he licked his lips at the sight of her throat.

There was something about the smell of someone’s blood when they were aroused... it was the most delectable scent to ever grace Kuroo’s senses. Fucking intoxicating... he didn’t know how he would get through the night without trying to taste (Y/n) at least once.

He was promptly distracted by the smell of (Y/n)’s arousal, a whole new kind of hunger taking over as instincts took over and he started planting hot kisses on (Y/n)’s chest. She shrieked at the cold feeling of his lips brushing over her nipples, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.

Kuroo gripped harshly at her hips as he took one of her nipples between his lips, beginning to suckle gingerly at the delicate bud. Her moans echoed through the room, going straight to his dick as his tongue swirled over her nipple.

God, was this a fucking tooth ache? Were Kuroo’s fangs fucking aching? He pushed his hunger deep down, kissing down (Y/n)’s body towards her cunt, hoping if he gathered her juices on his tongue it would distract from his hunger.

He couldn’t help but moan as (Y/n) wound her fingers into his hair, gripping at him tightly as he dragged his tongue up her slit. Kuroo peered at her through his lashes as she writhed and screwed her eyes shut in pleasure. His muscle worked mercilessly against her clit, eyes fluttering shut as he felt his hunger subsiding, her juices like honey dripping onto his lips and chin.

Kuroo’s eyes snapped open as (Y/n) yelped in surprise, realizing one of his fangs poked her folds. His tongue quickly lapped at her to dull the pain and distract her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the canines practically glistening in the moonlight.

“Didn’t know you were a biter, Tetsuro...” she purred. Kuroo couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as he teased his fingertips against (Y/n)’s tight hole. He slowly worked his fingers into her pussy, pulling another moan from her lips and causing her to buck her hips.

Kuroo pinned her hips onto the bed with his free hand, smirking with glee at her desperate attempts at getting more friction. “You’re so fucking beautiful... practically begging for my touch.”

(Y/n) moaned at his words, whimpering as he curled his fingers and hit that special spot deep inside her. He quickened his pace, spurred on by her needy moans as he began rutting his hips against the bed, moaning against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

This was practically sinful, it was almost criminal how (Y/n) didn’t realize how sinful it was. The thought of a huntress submitting to a vampire’s touch so easily was enough to make Kuroo’s cock twitch.

An animalistic growl slipped past his lips as (Y/n) yanked on his hair at a particularly rough pump of his fingers. He pulled away from her cunt, licking her juices off his lips before pressing his hips flush against hers.

He found himself yearning for the taste of her blood now that his lips were no longer occupied, hoping he could distract himself at the feeling of her tightness. Kuroo traced the tip of his cock against (Y/n)’s folds, collecting her juices before rubbing it against her clit.

(Y/n) almost pointed out how even his dick was cold, interrupted by the feeling of suddenly being stretched by his massive girth. She threw her head back with a loud moan, unaware of how enticing her neck looked in this position.

Kuroo began mercilessly snapping his hips into her, his inhuman strength rocking the bed in time with his thrusts, the sound of creaking wood, desperate moans, and skin slapping against skin mingling in the air. The delicious mixture of pain and pleasure had (Y/n) crying out as she clung to Kuroo’s back.

His grip on (Y/n)’s hips was bruising, his movements harsh as he slowly began forgetting about his desire to feed. Kuroo could feel his orgasm building and building, his own moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

Kuroo’s cold fingers worked against (Y/n)’s clit and caused her moans to rise in pitch and volume. He buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck, his breathing became labored as he inhaled his lover’s delicious scent.

“Tetsurooo! I-I’m so close!” She whined, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, his body flush against hers and his pelvis rubbing tantalizingly against her clit as he pinned her wrists above her head.

His hot breath fanned against her throat, fangs lightly grazing her delicate skin as he held himself back from sinking his canines into her neck. One of them lightly pricked at her skin, drawing a single drop of blood. (Y/n) hadn’t even noticed the tiny pinch, too wrapped up in the feeling of her orgasm washing over her.

Kuroo couldn’t help but drag his tongue against her throat, eyes rolling back as he tasted the singular bead of crimson mixed with sweat. He didn’t know how, but she was the most delectable human he had ever tasted. The feeling of (Y/n)’s blood on his tongue combined with the clench of her pussy had Kuroo moaning wildly as he forced himself to pull out of her and cum on her stomach.

(Y/n) breathed hard as she rode out her high, eyes fluttering shut as Kuroo’s fingers slowly traced down her arms. He cradled her sides as he littered her face with tender kisses, smiling softly as (Y/n) giggled cutely at him.

“How are you still cold after all that?” she snickered, tilting her head at Kuroo as he laid beside her.

“Aah... I’m always cold like this...” he murmured, pulling the blankets to cover their bodies as (Y/n) hugged his waist.

“Lucky for you I’m always warm...” (Y/n) smiled tiredly, her post-coital bliss now replaced with fatigue.

Kuroo hummed quietly in response, eyeing the light scratch on her neck warily. He was surprised at the amount of restraint he was showing, but he knew he would have to feed soon. On human blood. And he couldn’t bring himself to compel (Y/n) into a compliant state and drink from her. Not after these few months together.

He quietly bid her goodnight, quickly coming up with a plan to feed tomorrow night once she had gone to bed. Originally he wanted to wait until she left the castle... but now he knew he couldn’t stave off his hunger any longer.

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(Y/n) was pleased to wake up to find Kuroo in bed beside her, reading quietly. Her tray of breakfast was placed in its usual spot, the curtains shut and keeping the sunrise shut out. He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, his cold lips catching her off guard, then set the tray of breakfast in her lap.

“Did you already eat?” she asked, popping a strawberry in her mouth. Kuroo hummed in response, only half paying attention as he continued reading. He didn’t even want to hear the word ‘eat,’ last night’s little appetizer already had him feeling on edge.

Unbeknownst to him, his silence made (Y/n) nervous. She picked at her eggs, suddenly very conscious of how bare she was. “Last night... you don’t regret it, do you?”

Kuroo quickly shut the book, setting it aside and turning to fully face (Y/n). He wanted to limit their physical contact as much as possible, not wanting her to grow suspicious of his cold skin, or look too closely at his eyes.

“I don’t... do you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. He hid his tensing as (Y/n) gently took his hands in hers, fiddling with his fingers anxiously.

“No... I’m just a bit worried, you seem somewhat distant...” (Y/n) trailed off.

Kuroo bit his lip before lightly brushing a strand of hair behind (Y/n)’s ear, “I’m sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone... Just getting used to intimacy again I suppose.”

She smiled softly, glancing up at him through her lashes before taking his hand again and gently kissing his knuckle. Kuroo could tell there was more (Y/n) wanted to say, possibly about what this meant for the two of them. He was grateful that she instead continued eating her breakfast.

However, he would be lying if he didn’t feel a small prick of disappointment. Kuroo knew logically that she would have to leave, or he would die. He had never heard of a vampire living harmoniously with a human, a monster hunter at that.

The process of asking her to leave would have been much easier if they hadn’t fucked the night before. Vampires were either hungry or horny. There was no in-between. What a fucking existence.

And now Kuroo couldn’t even get lost in his thoughts hidden behind the door to the bedroom, there was no point in hiding when (Y/n) had already seen his face.

He spent the majority of the day with her until it was time to cook her dinner. Kuroo set the tray in her lap and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. (Y/n) sent him a questioning glance when she noticed he had changed his clothes.

“I need to pick up a few things from a merchant in the village. I will be back after sundown…” Kuroo explained, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt. “And don’t try to stay up and wait for me, you still need to rest.” he added.

(Y/n) nodded in understanding, delving into her supper as Kuroo bid her goodbye and left the room.

Kuroo technically wasn’t lying. He did have business in the village… and he was technically visiting a ‘merchant’ of sorts. But his hunger clouded his senses, making him increasingly unaware of the prying eyes that watched him enter the village, following him all the way into the nearest brothel.

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(Y/n) woke to an empty bed sometime in the middle of the night. A painful ache in her arm is what tore her from her sleep, making her regret having refused the tea with poppy milk Kuroo had made with her dinner.

Kuroo always left a small vial of poppy milk on her bedside table incase (Y/n) experienced any pains during the day. (Y/n) moved to reach for the vial, freezing in place when she heard a blood curdling scream echo through the halls.

It was a woman’s scream, she sounded absolutely terrified. (Y/n) knew there were no other people occupying the castle, so where did she come from? Maybe she had run inside, trying to escape some horrible beast in the forest. That had to be it.

(Y/n) pushed herself to stand, grunting as she tested the amount of weight she could put on her injured leg. The huntress strapped her sword onto her hip before draping her fur pelt to protect herself from the cold halls of the castle, knowing the winter winds would seep through her white nightgown. She took hold of her whip before grabbing one of the crutches Kuroo had given her, finally setting out into the halls of the castle.

This was the first time she had set foot outside of her room, but she used the sound of another shriek to guide her to her destination. Her eyes curiously studied the tapestries and portraits that hung on the stone walls, so distracted she almost fell into a collapsed section of the floor. If she wanted to continue, she would have to enter a nearby room and hope it had a door connecting to the other side of the hall.

She looked to her right, stepping into what appeared to be an old study, its walls adorned with cobwebs and dust. (Y/n) found a door connecting to a second room, one that would surely open back up to the hallway, but stopped dead in her steps when she noticed a large portrait hung over an unlit fireplace.

A man, woman and child all stood regally before the castle, their eyes almost following (Y/n) as she moved closer to get a better look. This had to be Kuroo and his parents.

‘Tetsuro certainly inherited his father’s looks,’ (Y/n) thought to herself, staring at the man’s face intently. But (Y/n) quickly noticed something off about the portrait.

The child that would have been Kuroo looked nothing like him… the little boy had curly, wild blond hair, identical to that of the woman in the painting. He also had shimmering green eyes, also like the woman’s.

(Y/n) tried to convince herself this was a portrait of distant family members, but that wouldn’t explain how the man in the portrait was identical to Kuroo. Something wasn’t right.

Another scream finally tore (Y/n)’s eyes off the painting, reminding her of the task at hand and sending her into the adjoining room and back into the hall.

Her bare feet carried her through the halls, finally bringing her to the first floor of the house, near the foyer where (Y/n) had battled the werewolf pack months ago. She shivered at the cold air seeping through the damaged doors and windows, the cold almost distracting her from a faint glow seeping out from underneath a nearby closed door.

(Y/n) stepped towards the door as quietly as possible, hissing in pain as she put weight on her leg to bend over and look into the room through the door’s keyhole. It appeared to be a large sitting room, full of several couches and loveseats.

Her vision was limited, but she could make out two figures on the couch at the center of the room. Judging by the head of hair on the larger figure, it had to be Kuroo leaning in close to the smaller figure beside him. A whirlwind of emotions whipped through (Y/n)’s chest. Confusion. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Anger.

Without a second thought, (Y/n) burst into the room, the pain in her leg long forgotten as her crutch fell to the floor. Tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes as she stared at Kuroo, waiting for him and the unknown woman to turn to her in shock. She never could have predicted what happened next.

Kuroo’s head snapped in her direction. The whites of his eyes had turned pitch black, his irises the same shade of red as the blood dripping down his chin. Two pearly white, elongated fangs glistened in the light of the fire, blood coating the monstrous canines that he had just pulled from deep within the woman’s throat.

The woman instantly crumpled like paper, falling limp onto the couch as Kuroo stood, quickly approaching (Y/n) with his arms outstretched. (Y/n) watched him in shock, quickly stepping backwards before tripping over her own feet and falling to the floor.

“(Y/n). (Y/n), please. Let me explain-”

“You’re- you’re a fucking vampire…” (Y/n) interjected, voice wavering with fear as her eyes stayed glued to his fangs.

“I am. I’m a vampire. I’m sorry I had to feed, I had to take her-”

“You know who I am, you know what you are, and you didn’t tell me…” she was almost speaking to herself as she crawled backwards, out of the room and into the foyer. “Y-you… you were inside of me…”

Kuroo winced at her tone as his eyes reverted back to their original colors. He moved to kneel beside her, only to be interrupted by the sound of banging on the doors of the castle. The planks he had temporarily nailed onto the damaged doors creaked and groaned as something heavy slammed into the wood.

The doors burst open as a crowd of villagers carrying pitchforks and torches slammed a large battering ram fashioned out of a chopped down tree to enter the castle. Kuroo deadpanned at this, huffing a small ‘you’ve got to be fucking shitting me,’ under his breath.

An old man was leading the group, Kuroo quickly recognized him as the village’s religious leader, and anger flared in his chest.

“I knew I had recognized him… It appears Kuroo Tetsuro survived the last time we led a raiding party into this cursed place!” The man proclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger in Kuroo’s direction.

“Im a fucking vampire!” Kuroo barked, his patience growing dangerously thin. “You really thought burning me and burying the remains would fucking kill me?! Were your parents fucking cousins, you ignorant twat?!”

“That’s the huntress who went missing! The (L/n)!” A woman shouted from the crowd, pointing at (Y/n) who had put more distance between her and Kuroo as she crawled away on her hands and knees.

The old priest helped (Y/n) onto her feet, noting the distant look in her eyes. “The beast has had her under his control…” he murmured, shaking (Y/n) by her shoulders to bring her out of her shocked state.

“We have to leave…” she mumbled, grasping the man’s hand and attempting to lead him and the crowd out of the castle.

“We have to kill this monster!” a man beside her shouted, motioning to Kuroo who was now attempting to calm his breathing. “He stole a woman from my brothel! He’s awoken from his slumber and will continue kidnapping our women until he is satiated!”

“You’re a (L/n)! You should kill this monster and be done with it!” Another woman jeered from the crowd, numerous people in the crowd shouted in agreement.

(Y/n) turned to Kuroo, gripping the consecrated whip on her hip on instinct. “Just let us go and there won’t be any trouble!”

Kuroo’s chest ached at her threatening tone. He stepped towards her, eyes softening when he saw the pain in her eyes. He had caused her so much pain. Just as he had with his wife. Just as he had with his son.

The vampire tried so hard to fight back his tears, forgetting the angry mob only for a moment as he attempted to reach for (Y/n). “I-I can’t… I can’t let you go without-”

A sudden burn on Kuroo’s arm had him reeling back and howling in pain. The exposed flesh of his arm was now bubbling from a splash of holy water the priest had sent his way.

“I won’t let you lay another finger on her! Don’t come any closer, you beast!” The priest exclaimed, stepping in front of (Y/n) to shield her body from Kuroo.

For an old man that priest was pretty fast. But Kuroo, of course, was faster.

The vampire’s response was faster than lightning. He grabbed the old man by his tunic, plucking him from the crowd and holding him above the ground. Kuroo bared his fangs at the priest, “You shit eating pig!” he hissed.

He lunged for the priest’s throat, ready to take a chunk out of his wrinkled flesh and make an example out of him. Kuroo heard the familiar crack of a whip before he felt it’s sting against his side.

Kuroo dropped the old man as the magical force behind the whip sent him flying away from the crowd and crashing into a nearby wall. Had he not just fed off that prostitute, the whip could have quite possibly killed him. He slowly picked himself up, looking at (Y/n) in disbelief as she stood protectively in front of the fallen priest.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” she said, shrugging the werewolf pelt off her shoulders. “But you’ve left me no choice…” (Y/n) cracked the whip once more, breaking the sound barrier within inches of his face. “You don’t belong in this world, monster!”

Kuroo stood straighter as something inside him snapped. The whites of his eyes turned black and his irises went red once again. A low, feral growl vibrated deep within his chest as he spoke through his gritted teeth.

“If it’s a monster you want… then it’s a monster you will get!”

The vampire lunged at (Y/n) only to be sent flying backwards with another snap from her whip. Kuroo caught himself this time, landing on his feet hunched over and cradling the spot on his stomach the whip had made contact with. He glared up at her through his lashes, hissing at her as the crowd of people praised and cheered for her.

(Y/n) ignored their cheers as she unsheathed her sword with her free hand, the weight proving a bit difficult to handle given she was using her injured arm. She bolted towards Kuroo, ignoring the pain in her leg as she aimed the tip of her sword directly at his chest.

She stopped abruptly in front of him, the impact of her sword causing an audible clang. For a moment, she thought it was over. Slowly raising her head, (Y/n) realized rather than impaling Kuroo square in the chest, he had grabbed the very tip of it with his claws, his inhuman strength holding it steady.

“Is that why you fight?” he taunted, cocking an eyebrow at her. “The applause? The love from those humans that they will never grant you?”

Kuroo released his hold on the sword before swiftly backhanding (Y/n), the force of the hit sending her to the stone floor a few feet away. Her sword landed just a mere foot out of her reach.

The huntress recovered from the blow, pushing herself onto her elbows and attempting to grab the weapon before Kuroo used the heel of his boot to kick it away. “You think killing me will clear the (L/n) name? You’d have to kill a thousand vampires before they’d ever forgive your family.”

Kuroo nudged (Y/n) to lay on her back with the toe of his boot, glaring down at her as he slowly pressed his boot to her chest and bagan applying pressure. (Y/n) writhed and squirmed with discomfort, gripping his ankle through the thick leather and attempting to move his foot.

“I-I don’t do it for praise… And I’m not doing it for forgiveness…” She wheezed, clawing at the boot feebly. “I’m a f-fucking (L/n)... and it’s our job to protect humanity!”

Kuroo chuckled darkly, the sound of approaching footsteps not lost on him as he lessened the pressure he was putting on (Y/n)’s chest. “How noble.”

Just as the priest was within adequate distance to douse Kuroo in holy water again, the vampire lunged at him, gripping the old man by his throat. His monstrous claws dug into his flesh and his blood gushed onto Kuroo’s arm.

“Not this time, old man…” Kuroo smirked, lifting the priest’s bleeding body high into the air as the villagers cried out in despair. (Y/n) watched fearfully as Kuroo parted his lips, allowing the man’s blood to pour into his awaiting mouth.

(Y/n) pulled herself to stand, hastily picking up her sword and holding it defensively in front of her body as Kuroo continued to feed. Her eyes were wide with fear and disgust, her body paralized and unable to even attempt to attack the vampire while he was distracted.

The priest’s body fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Kuroo sighed in satisfaction, sucking the remaining blood off his fingers with gusto.

He lazily turned to look at (Y/n), rolling his shoulders back as he cracked his neck. “Run, huntress, run…”

(Y/n)’s feet carried her away from the foyer and towards the direction of her room. Her injured leg ached, her lungs burned from the cold air of the castle, and she almost tripped over her nightgown several times as she attempted to make her escape. All the while she could hear Kuroo following close behind.

She knew he could catch up to her if he really wanted to. He was toying with her. Enjoying this game of cat and mouse before he fed on her as he had the priest and the prostitute.

(Y/n) jumped over the large hole in the hall she came across earlier, knowing if she took the detour she had earlier Kuroo would just catch up to her. She shrieked in pain as she landed roughly on her injured leg, momentarily falling to her knees before continuing her mad dash towards the bedroom, hoping to fortify it against her undead assailant.

The huntress whipped the door open, moving to shut it behind her only to be halted as Kuroo shoved his arm through the doorway. (Y/n) screamed as she pushed all her weight against the door, simultaneously thrusting her sword into the air, slicing at Kuroo’s forearm with the silver blade.

He roared in pain and pulled his arm back, allowing (Y/n) to shut and lock the door. She quickly grabbed the chair placed in front of the vanity mirror, propping it under the handle before dousing the foot of the door with holy water.

(Y/n) pointed the sword at the door, shaking from fear and exhaustion as she waited for Kuroo to attempt to enter the room. The hall had grown eerily silent, the only audible sound (Y/n) could hear were her own labored breaths.

Just as (Y/n) began to wonder if he had left to attack the villagers downstairs, the bedroom window closest to her shattered and she was tackled to the floor. The force of impact sent (Y/n)’s sword flying out of her hand, clattering to an unknown area of the room as Kuroo pinned her down.

Kuroo took her by her arms and slowly stood up before throwing her carelessly onto the bed. His claws had slashed one of her arms, filling the air with the sweet tang of her blood. His red eyes burned into her as he slowly licked his claws clean, moaning at the taste of her.

(Y/n) clutched her arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding as Kuroo approached, crawling onto the bed and up her body on all fours. He roughly grabbed her wrist, pinning it beside her head as he gripped her hair roughly with his free hand and pulled her head back.

Her hand pressed weakly against Kuroo’s broad chest, attempting to push him off despite knowing she wasn’t strong enough. (Y/n)’s eyes screwed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as Kuroo grazed his fangs over her exposed neck.

“Aren’t you going to beg?” he purred, his icy lips brushing over her pulse point as he spoke.

(Y/n) whimpered at the feeling of his fangs ready to puncture her skin, the pitiful sound making him pause. “Do it…” she whispered, choking on a sob before continuing. “I can’t do it… only one of us comes out of this alive and I can’t do it…”

Kuroo’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion before he bared his fangs against her skin once more. “And why is that…?” he muttered against her skin.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop sobbing at this point, her body now limp as she gave up all hope of freeing herself from his hold. “Because despite who I am- despite what you are… I love you…”

Kuroo felt his heart clench in his chest as he abruptly pulled away from her neck to look her in the eyes. He looked deep within her to see if this was some sick trick, something to catch him off guard so she could stake him. But she looked into his eyes, no hint of malice or dishonestly in her (e/c) orbs as she sobbed harder.

“You kept what you are from me… you’ve hurt me, but I’ve fallen in love with you… and I can’t bring myself to kill the man I love- so please- just don’t let me suffer!” (Y/n) cried out before shutting her eyes and turning her head to expose her neck to him.

It was now that Kuroo felt how her body shook with fear, how her heartbeat hammered wildly against her ribcage. He could still smell her blood in the air, but felt disgust and regret swell in the pit of his stomach when he saw the crimson liquid pooling against the sheets and staining the bed. His eyes shifted back to their normal state as he gingerly cupped her bruising cheek, his heart just about breaking when (Y/n) flinched at his touch.

It was now that his instincts were no longer clouded by his bloodlust that he saw what he had done to her.

“I’m killing you…” Kuroo whispered to himself, moving his weight off her body to sit up on his knees as he surveyed the damage he had done to the bedroom. Glass was scattered about the floor, blood and torn pieces of (Y/n)’s nightgown left here and there.

“The first person to make me feel anything in decades… and I’m killing you…” he sobbed, holding his head in his bloodied hands.

(Y/n) attempted to prop herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him but gasped at the pain in her arm that had been clawed. Kuroo tore off the sleeve of his shirt without a second thought, wrapping it tightly over the wound to stop the bleeding. He gently shushed (Y/n)’s pained whimpers as he took the bottle of poppy milk from her bedside table and gave it to her to drink.

Kuroo turned to the door when he heard the angry voices of the mob approaching the bedroom. He looked back at (Y/n), cupping her cheeks gently before pressing a small kiss to her nose. “Sleep, my love…”

(Y/n) was quickly overcome with fatigue, falling back onto the bed and falling asleep almost instantaneously. She vaguely heard the crunch of broken glass under Kuroo’s boots as he walked to the window, followed by silence as she drifted into darkness.

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The steady clop of horse hooves against the dirt road is what woke (Y/n) from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes, immediately seeing the canopy of a covered wagon hanging over her head. She slowly glanced at her surroundings, finding several chests, crates, and building materials around her.

(Y/n) sat up, clutching the fur pelts to her body as her breath came out in puffs due to the winter air.

“You’re awake…”

She looked to the owner of the familiar voice, recognizing Kuroo’s cloak clad figure at the front of the wagon, clicking the rains of the two horses pulling the cart. (Y/n) carefully made her way to him, sitting beside him as she tightened the warm furs around herself.

“What happened…?” she asked, looking around at the dark forest they were currently traversing.

“I figured it was time to leave my home behind and try to move on…” Kuroo murmured, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“And where would we do that?” she tilted her head at him curiously.

“I’m going to a section of unclaimed land I found on a map...I figured it would be best if I leave you in the first village we come across.”

(Y/n) looked at him incredulously before crossing her arms. “After everything we’ve been through you’re planning on dumping me in the nearest town and leaving things at that?-”

“I nearly killed you, (Y/n).” Kuroo interrupted sternly. “I love you, truly I do, but I can’t bear the thought of living with you knowing I’ve caused you so much pain… or that I might do it again.”

(Y/n) chewed on her lip and huffed, looking down at her knees as she tried fighting back her tears. The huntress would be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid of what Kuroo was capable of, but that stubborn warm feeling in the pit of her chest told her to go against her instincts and fight to stay with him.

They barely spoke a word to one another as they continued down the road for the next couple of hours. The sun eventually rose, causing (Y/n) to send Kuroo to the back of the cart as she took the reins on the horses.

(Y/n) eventually glanced back at him, studying his figure hunched over in his cloak as she spoke. “That story you told me… about your father… That was you wasn’t it?”

Kuroo solemnly nodded, eyes trained on the muddy soles of his boots as he absentmindedly fiddled with his cape. “Yes… I was turned almost 60 years ago by a vampire who seduced me… Then that priest and the villagers killed my family.”

‘No wonder he had attacked the priest so viciously…’ (Y/n) thought.

“I imagine they believed they had killed me as well… his stake was aimed a little too far to the left I suppose. I awoke in a shallow grave with my wife and child…”

(Y/n) gnawed at her lip, glancing back at the road. “I’m sorry…” she sighed, unsure of what else there was to say.

“So am I…”

By the time they reached the nearest village it was already nightfall.

(Y/n) had changed into some travel appropriate clothing, examining the fresh stitches on her arm as she cloaked herself in her werewolf pelt. She strapped her sword onto her hip, resting her whip on the other before she slung her pack of belongings over her shoulder.

Kuroo helped her out of the wagon, biting his lip as she refused to meet his gaze. Just as (Y/n) turned to walk towards the closest tavern, she felt a gentle tug on her wrist as Kuroo pulled her against his chest.

He held her in a tight embrace, minding her shoulder as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to hug him back, trying her best to hold back her sobs as she gripped his cloak.

“You don’t have to go… you don’t have to leave me…” she sniffled, knowing full well he had made up his mind.

“I do… I have to…” he sighed before slowly pulling back. Kuroo gently wiped her tears before placing a slip of parchment into her hands. “This is a map… I marked the area I will be building my new home. It’s beside a lake my family and I would travel to in the summers… If you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for my transgressions- really forgive me… I will be there waiting.”

(Y/n) unfolded the map, studying the markings and instantly recognizing the terrain. Kuroo delicately took her chin between his fingers, staring deep into her eyes as if he were trying to commit them to memory. (Y/n) leaned up on her toes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

“Until then…”

(Y/n) clutched the parchment to her chest, allowing her tears to flow freely as she watched the covered wagon grow further and further away from her, until the darkness of the night hid it from her vision.

—————————5 years later——————————–

Kuroo sat at the edge of the lake, staring at the full moon’s reflection in thought. No matter how much time had passed, his mind always wandered to (Y/n).

Was she well? How far had she travelled across the country, nothing but the clothes on her back and the sword on her hip to her name? Did she find community in the village he left her at and stay there? Had she found love again?

Maybe she grew to forget him, never forgave him and had a family of her own now, continuing the (L/n) line.

Despite the pain that such thoughts brought, he always found himself smiling at the pleasant memories they had together. Of course his guilt led him to believe the bad outweighed the good… but for what those few moments of true happiness they had together, they had loved a lifetime’s worth.

The vampire’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard a horse approaching his residence, the rider clad in expensive smelling armor that led Kuroo to believe they were a knight of some sorts, possibly sent to investigate the mysterious man that lived at the edge of the forest beside the lake.

“Whoever you are, I don’t want any trouble,” Kuroo sighed, “I would just like to be alone with my thoughts for the night.”

“That’s a shame… here I was thinking I could keep you company.”

Kuroo’s eyes went wide. He whipped around as the rider dismounted her steed, a fine werewolf’s pelt draped over her armor.

Kuroo stood up from his spot, slowly taking in (Y/n)’s appearance as she stood before him, just as beautiful as the day they parted. He slowly smiled, this time unafraid of revealing his fangs to her as tears of joy dripped down his cheeks.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she returned his smile and approached the larger man. She reached up and gently wiped his tears before taking his hands in hers.

“I told you I would come back…”

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