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[buckrecs]

2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 3

masterlist | ✨- fav fics | status - completed

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Galavano by @ichorai

Bucky x Reader

a series that follows the hero galvano through the events of the mcu!

2. Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Dark!Bucky x Reader Apocalypse AU

The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.

3. Uncontrollable by @fictional-affairs

Bucky x Widow!Reader

The year is 1992. The Winter Soldier is under HYDRA’s control, and the Red Widow is under Dreykov’s control, but when they find out their organizations are working together to have them kill each other, they decide to make a deal.

4. The Lake House by @rustytricycle

Dark!Bucky x Dark!Reader

You decide to spend the summer before Freshman year of college with two of your girlfriends at one of their parents’ lake house. It turns out that Captain America and his two best friends are staying next door. Bucky thinks you might be his perfect girl. But are you too perfect?

5. turn a blind eye by @sergeantxrogers

Bucky x Reader

The Winter Soldier was cold. Brutal. Unflinching. A machine formulated to comply. Bucky Barnes was the sun warming your skin, your happy pill. Loving him was like bittersweet liquor, sickeningly sweet when you sip, harsh and burning when you swallow.

6. Rooftop Sessions by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Therapist!Reader

Y/N is a therapist that works with war veterans that ends up meeting a mysterious stranger who asks for her help.

7. it’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings by @prettyyoungtragedy

Bucky x Reader

You’re pining after Steve and Bucky is pining after Nat, what better way to distract yourself from those two perfect humans than to distract yourselves with each other?! Fuck buddies it is then.

8. oh my delightful heart by @prettyyoungtragedy

Sequel to it’s all fun and games

Bucky Barnes is the sweetest dumbest most adoring boyfriend any girl could ever ask for... 

9. Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel ✨

Bucky x Reader

You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

10. The Maid of Mr. Barnes by @disasterofastory

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You get a job as Mr. Barnes's maid. You heard about the notorious gangster, but since you desperately need money and a place to live, you are not in a position to be picky.

11. Guiding Light by @wkemeup ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

12. Home | Better by @softlyspector ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.

13. Mad For You by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Nat hosts a costume masquerade. Bucky meets the Alice to his Hatter. Shenanigans ensue. 

14. Sanguis Sanguinis Mei by @captainscanadian

Vampire!Bucky x Vampire!Reader

It took Bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story. 

15. Another World by @sinner-as-saint

Alien!Bucky x Reader

In a futuristic world - a millennium from now, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. You save them from the bad guys who exploit them. You help them adjust to your planet’s life, and give them their freedom back. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm. And nothing is ever the same again…

16. Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not.

17. Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes ✨

Knight!Alpha!Bucky x Queen!Omega!Reader

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home. One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

18. The Escaped Bride by @marvelouslytrekking

Pirate!Bucky x Reader

Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?

19. Plot Twist by @winterarmyy

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

20. The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000 ✨

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

21. you’re my desire by @marvelouslizzie & @notafunkiller

40s!Bucky x Reader

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

22. Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky ✨

God Of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader

For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

23. Lost In Each Other by @majestyeverlasting ✨

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

For Bucky, one of the best things to come home to is family. Especially after a day at work. So he's pleasantly surprised when you want to show him a new dress after dinner one night. And it just so happens that little Eden and Jamie find a way to work themselves into the equation. But it all makes for good fun and memories you will never forget.

24. Fight For Me by @littleseasiren

Bucky x Reader

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

25. call me baby by @cherryrogers ✨

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

26. Static Verse by @theconstantsidekick ✨

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Tony Stark's sister's a fucking badass, codename—Static. Here's her story through the MCU.

27. Bygone by @borntobewondering

Bucky x Reader

You and Peter get sent back in time, and you fall in love with someone unexpected.

28. Clockwork by @aries-writingblog ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has moved on. He’s found a place in the new world of the 21st Century. Found peace. But the past is always half a step behind him, waiting to snatch him backwards- like clockwork.

29. Deny the truth, set the world on fire by @lizatill

Bucky x Reader, Dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember.

30. Carnations by @viollettes

Bucky x Reader College AU

It’s a simple concept: Students can buy flowers for each other at the carnation sale. Red flowers are for love, pink flowers are for friendship, and white flowers are for expressing secret admiration. A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

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[deagodplease]

hey so what if I could live and be myself without every single person in the world, except for you. my personal identity could take the blow of our sun exploding. it will outlive me, it will outlive my house, my clothes, my hobbies, but not you. never you. you are the tether that holds my body onto my soul

Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus aut tu es anima mea vita mea spiritus mea, sanguis sanguinis mei es

#hey what if you were right when you said we were soulmates #what if I loved you so deeply it moves me to tears #surely machiavelli would never dare to utter the words it is better to be feared than loved if he had been loved by you #p.s. love is rich with both honey and venom but you are my soul my life my breath - the blood of my blood #latin

[captainscanadian]

Sanguis Sanguinis Mei - Masterlist

In Collaboration with @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend​! 

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Summary: It took Bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Banner Credit: @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend​

THIS SERIES IS COMPLETE! 

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[this-solitary-host]

                                              -Four years ago-

     Ryou carried the carnations carefully as he made his way down the familiar path- soft and green, thankfully unlike the cramped grey cemeteries inside the city. It was an hour’s trip each way by train, not that he minded the ride, as it gave him ample time to work on his Monster World campaigns, and he hardly ever bumped into kids from school leaving the city.

   A gentle rain had settled in last night, washing everything clean. The ground was dry now but the worn stone graves seemed glad for the attention, free of the years of dirt that spoke of families that had long forgotten them.

   Despite the calm atmosphere, the reason he was here today left him with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still, he hadn’t made up his mind yet- so he could console himself that there wasn’t a reason to be worried.

   He came to the group of graves that belonged to his family, noting that the flowers he had left the prior month had been cleared away, nothing left to rot. He faintly wondered how recently his father had been there as he deposited the flowers into the large stone urn that was part of his mother’s grave, freeing his arms.

   A smile played on his face as he moved to the second grave. “Calm down- I didn’t forget you!” He grabbed the bag slung over his shoulder and produced from it a chain of small yellow and white flowers entwined with tiny leaves, clearly somewhat worse from the journey. “I grew them myself. The new apartment actually has a balcony I can grow things on, and I thought you’d like to see them .” He draped the chain around the statue of the guardian that stood watch over his little sister. “I hope you and mom have been doing well? I know you’re not going to like why I’m here today, but please try to be reasonable about it.”

   He returned to the bag, and to his mother’s grave, placing sticks of sweet-smelling incense upon it, kneeling and bowing his head in a silent prayer.

   He checked for people nearby before speaking, his voice  barely a whisper, “I need to ask you something...” He took a breath before his words came spilling forward, “I’ve been doing some…research and I think I might know a way to bring you home.” a pause “I know- it’s probably nonsense, but what if it’s not?” He was suddenly aware just how empty the area around him had grown. The Ring tucked under his shirt felt too warm against his skin. He leaned forward until his forehead brushed the headstone, closing his eyes. “I think I have what I need now to make it work.”

   He didn’t need an answer to know that his mother didn’t want him messing with black magic. “But what choice do I he have?”  he thought.  Besides- with the Millennium Ring in his life, he felt he had very little reason to still fear the darkness. This was what had driven Ryou’s interest in the Millenium Items in the first place. If they could still bring Spirits from death, then maybe there's still a chance they could call Mother back too.”  At least this is what he told himself.

   He checked for people again before producing a knife and a small muslin pouch from his bag. Before setting to work cutting away at a patch of grass until he could dig his fingers into the cool wet earth beneath. “Please, forgive me.” His cupped palms moved handfuls of the grave-dirt into the pouch, before slipping both pouch and knife back into his bag quickly before anyone could notice him. He stood, placing a now filthy open palm on the grave marker bowing his head again, “I just…want to see you again.”

                                                -Later that night.-

Though he had showered and changed into his nightclothes, his bedroom currently offered very little in the way of rest. He’d been so wrapped up in trying to figure out what he actually needed for the ritual to work that the amount of his bed that wasn’t taken up by the ancient looking book of magic was covered in crossed out and underlined notes on translations he had paid someone with actual training in Latin to make for him. It had been like this for more than a week, with the boy simply collapsing beside his work at night. At least his father hadn’t been in town to complain about it. He reviewed the translated list of ritual components again and decided it was time to gather the last element he would need.

   He approached the family shrine in his home, opening the wooden doors carefully. As he smiled at the last photo his family has taken together, guilt for what he was about to do filled his stomach again. He took out a small wooden box he had carved lifting from it a simple silver necklace, which had been given to him by his father as a young child. It housed a small amount of his mother’s ashes, and on one side the words: “Never forget you are loved” were engraved. He had kept it with him for many years before the Spirit had made keeping anything too precious on his person a risk. He closed his fingers around the token and held it close to his heart for a moment before silently steeling his resolve.

   He returned to his room and started arranging everything on his desk, which had been cleaned of all his model making equipment and covered with a clean cloth. Three white candles sat along the back of the desk and in the center sat a stone bowl around which he arranged the ritual components in a semicircle, then encircled once more by a mixture of salt and crushed herbs, filling the room with an almost medicinal scent.

   He was repeating the words to the ritual in his mind as he worked, certain he had the words memorized but only half as certain of their pronunciations.  He focused entirely on the words as he opened his desk drawer, retrieved his hobby knife and slotted in a clean new blade before setting it to the side.

“Yadonushi…”

   The voice in his head broke his mental repetition briefly, but he returned to his task as he started to light the candles, intent on blocking out the intrusion.

He emptied the soil into the bowl, trying to envision the outcome he wanted to achieve. That wasn’t difficult, the image of his mother’s face was still as fresh in his mind as if he had never lost her.

   The Ring was glowing now. Again, he was aware of its heat. Though it was meant as a warning it did nothing to scare him. Instead, he felt emboldened him to push forward, assured that at least the magic of the item was active if only he could control it.

“Stop this.”

   Ryou held the image if his mother steady in his mind, trying to imagine the energy resonating from the Ring enveloping her image as picked up the words, trying to match the cadence he had built up in his mind.

“Corpore de mater inque

Solis aram perferre atque adolere”

   He carefully twisted off the threaded bail of his cremation locket hesitating only for a moment before pouring the contents into the bowl.

“Ex cineribus et in astra“

   The Ring was hot enough to burn his skin now, though his voice did not waver -he could feel his hands were shaking. He knew he needed to move fast before the Spirit took control of his body.

   He reached for the blade beside him, and with as much fluidity as he could manage, placed the blade on his ruined left palm. Having already decided that if something went wrong, he would prefer not to damage his good hand.

   The edges of his vision had started to blur. He drew the blade across his skin sharply, opening a new gash across the long-healed scar. He braced for pain, but it didn’t come.  The knife clattered to the floor and he was now aware he was losing feeling in his limbs. He could still move his hands-sensation or not.  He made a hard fist to encourage the blood to travel into the bowl. Bracing the weight of his failing body against the desktop with his now free right hand.

“Sanguis sanguinis mei”

   His words were slurred now, and there was a sharp pain in his head, about to drag his mind into the darkness. He focused all his remaining resolve on speaking the final words.

“Ex cineribus renascor”

 With that- he allowed the Spirit take over. The last thing he would be able to recall was not the sensation, but the sound of his body falling onto the wooden floor.

[For @motherofthering .]

#Yugioh fanfiction #Ryou Bakura #Yami Bakura #motherofthering #Requiem #tw:blood

[carmelitanoteresiano]

Preziosissimo Sangue

+ In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

Osserviamo innanzitutto che la Festa del Preziosissimo Sangue di Nostro Signore Gesù Cristo è stata soppressa dai fabbricatori del ‘Nuovo Rito’. Fu forse perché, nelle parole di Papa Benedetto XVI , l’uomo di oggi non intende più cos’è il sacrificio, o forse perché le letture della Festa parlano troppo chiaramente della sostituzione della fede giudaica con quella cristiana: un fatto che, grazia alle macchinazioni degli Ebrei, non viene più molto apprezzato dalla gerarchia né dal clero dei nostri tempi. Una cosa comunque è chiara: nessuno può essere salvato se non tramite il sacrificio di Cristo: sine sanguinis effusione non fit remissio – senza il versamento del sangue, non c’è perdono (Eb IX).

Lasciando da parte queste contingenze, dedichiamoci ora ad una breve meditazione sul significato del Preziosissimo Sangue del Signore.

Nell’Antico Testamento il sangue è simbolo della vita, e per questo appartiene a Dio solo, il Maestro della vita, e non va consumato dagli uomini. Nel Nuovo Testamento, il Sangue di Cristo, il Sangue preziosissimo, è similmente simbolo della vita, ossia della Sua Propria vita, ma in quanto il Suo Sangue viene versato in sacrificio, diviene inoltre simbolo della Sua vita versata in sacrificio per noi, cioè del santo sacrificio del monte Calvario.

Questo si vede nel Nuovo Testamento quando ad esempio san Paolo dice (citato sopra): ‘Senza il versamento del sangue, non c’è perdono’; quando san Pietro dice: ‘Voi siete stati redenti dal sangue prezioso di Cristo come di un agnello innocente ed immacolato’; e quando san Giovanni parla nell’Apocalisse del ‘Sangue di Cristo nel quale siamo redenti.’

Il senso sacrificale del Sangue si manifesta chiaramente anche durante la santa Messa, sopratutto alla consacrazione nelle parole: sanguis effundetur – il sangue sarà versato; e nelle parole calix sanguinis mei – il Calice del Mio Sangue. In questo secondo esempio, il calice rappresenta la Passione di Cristo, come nel giardino di Gethsemani, quando Egli chiese al Padre di toglierSi il calice.

Quando veneriamo il Preziosissimo Sangue, veneriamo dunque Nostro Signore Gesù Stesso, sacrificato per noi sul Monte Calvario, e per quello anche in ogni santa Messa, essendo la santa Messa nient’altro di questo stesso sacrificio reso presente anzi tempo sull’altare.

Che il Preziosissimo Sangue del Signore versato per amore di noi, che la Sua morte in Croce tra i dolori più atroci, divenga il tema preferito delle nostre più ardenti meditazioni e dei più ferventi slanci del cuore. Che infiammi il nostro cuore per amarLo e per consumarsi nel fuoco del Suo Proprio amore: per staccarci dal mondo, dai nostri rapporti troppo umani, e infine da noi stessi: per attaccarci solo a Lui; per svuotarci dal mondo e da tutte le sue glorie, pompe, e delizie ingannatrici, per riempirci solo di Lui. Che ferisca il nostro cuore, infine, col desiderio di abbandonare la nostra vita intiera per poter vivere colla sola Sua vita, alla Gloria del Suo santo Nome.

‘In Gesù buono, Vite nostra’, scrive san Bonaventura, ‘fiorisce la rosa vermiglia ed ardente: vermiglia del sangue della Passione’.‘… Pertanto, o cuore di diamante, immergiti nel Sangue abbondante dell’…Agnello nostro, giacivi dentro per riscaldarti,e nel calore intenerirti, ed intenerito aprire il fonte della lagrime. Io cercherò per me il fonte delle lagrime e lo troverò nelle lagrime, nella croce, nei chiodi ed in ultimo nel Sangue vermiglio del mitissimo Gesù.’

[romancatholicreflections]

24th Oct >> My Daily Eucharist - Reflection for Roman Catholics

Now, I am going to let you in on a secret--the secret of my spiritual life. When I travel on the train, I say, ten, twenty "Masses of St. John" -- Masses in honor of the Blessed Trinity. There is no prayer like that. I have but three devotions: My Mass, my breviary, my Rosary. The breviary is beautiful, but you cannot compare it with the Mass. There is no prayer like the Mass. As I travel, I offer my Mass on the altar of the holy Will of God, offering it in union with the thousands of priests saying Mass continuously, perpetually. I am tired, I cannot prepare conferences--I offer Mass instead. I said four or five Masses this morning. I do it the whole day. It unites my heart, my will with priests at the altar. When I awake during the night, the first thing I do is to take the shortest form of the Mass of St. John, "Suscipe... Offerimus... " "Hoc est enim Corpus Meum" ... "Hic est enim Calix Sanguinis Mei ... " "Domine, non sum dignus... " "Corpus Domini Jesu Christi... Sanguis Domini Jesu Christi, custodiant animam meam in vitam aeternam. Amen!" I hope to die saying Mass--between two consecrations...

Learn these prayers by heart and then during the day you can live the wonderful grace of your Mass. You have a few moments free--say a Mass of St. John. You wake up at night--say a Mass...

I remember preaching in a big community in California. The Mother Superior said to me one day, "Father, I want to thank you. Yesterday after your conference about Holy Mass I went to the infirmary to see a poor sister who suffers terribly and who cannot sleep at all, especially during the night. She was smiling. 'Mother, I have learned the secret of how to pass the night--the Mass of St. John. Thank Father for me for having told us about it.'"

Jesus, King of LoveFr. Mateo Crawley-Boevey, SS.CC.

[brevesdenatlyn]

DANGEREUSE INNOCENCE

Tome : 1.

Nombre de chapitres: 7 / 12.

Pairings: Nick Jonas & Katlyn Itachi.

Synopsis: "Katlyn haletait en revenant à elle. Maintenant, elle savait la vérité à propos de la mort de ses parents. Alyson ne lui avait jamais dit ce qui s'était passé cette nuit-là. Sans doute pour la protéger et lui permettre de vivre comme tout le monde. Sauf qu'elle n'était pas comme tout le monde."

CHAPITRE 7 : FORMULE

- Flashback -

  Des hommes défoncèrent la porte de la résidence Itachi et pénétrèrent les lieux. Alexander et Mandy Itachi étaient à l'étage dans la chambre de leur petite fille de neuf mois. Cette dernière était ravie d'être le centre d'attention de ses deux parents. Ces derniers se retournèrent brusquement en entendant ce boucan. Le moment qu'ils redoutaient était arrivé. L'accouplement entre un loup-garou de sang-pur et un sorcier était interdit. La naissance de Katlyn Itachi avait brisé les lois. Il était temps de régler ce problème. Les deux parents discutèrent un instant de l'attitude à avoir.

  — Il faut que tu le fasses, Alex. On n'a plus le choix maintenant. On doit protéger Katlyn.

— Je sais. Il va me falloir un peu de temps.

— Je m'occupe de les retenir.

— Fais attention à toi.

  Mandy acquiesça et se transforma sous les yeux de sa fille et de son mari. Elle quitta la chambre, descendit dans le salon et s'engagea dans un combat sans merci avec les loups qui avaient envahi sa propriété. Pendant ce temps, Alexander prit Katlyn dans ses bras et ferma la porte. Il l'assit sur son fauteuil et s'agenouilla devant sa fille qui ne comprenait pas ce qui se passait. Où était passée sa mère ? Des bruits d'un combat enragé leur parvenaient. Alexander ne pouvait pas reculer. Il devait le faire.

  — ....

— Katlyn, regarde papa. Tu vas être une gentille petite fille et écouter papa, d’accord ? C'est très important.

— ...

  La petite fille écouta son père comme si elle avait compris ce qu'on lui demandait. Alexander posa une main sur sa petite tête et ferma les yeux. Il se concentra, faisant appel aux quatre éléments. Il sentait le pouvoir de chacun de ces éléments le traverser alors qu'il les invoquait. Quand il se sentit fin prêt, il commença son incantation.

  — Sanguis sanguinis mei, tutela tua est. Sanguis sanguinis mei, tutela tua est.

  Il répéta ces mots encore et encore. Katlyn commençait à paniquer. Elle ne comprenait pas ce qu'on lui faisait. Une chaleur étrange coulait dans ses veines. Que lui faisait-on ? Alexander arrêta de scander et ouvrit les yeux. Sa fille pleurait. Il la prit contre lui et la berça pour qu'elle se calme. Il jeta un sort de protection sur la pièce mais fut interrompu par l'irruption d'un loup. Ce dernier grogna à l'intention du sorcier et s'apprêta à lui bondir dessus quand un autre loup surgit dans la chambre. Ils se battirent sous les yeux humides de la petite hurlant à plein poumons.

  — ...

— Souviens-toi de ces mots, Katlyn. Souviens-t-en quand tout ira mal. Si tu prononces ces mots, tu t'en sortiras. Nous t'aimons et nous ferons tout pour que tu puisses avoir une vie normale et heureuse.

  Sur ces mots, Alexander déposa sa fille dans son parc et se mêla à la bataille afin d'arrêter le loup qui venait d'achever sa femme. Il ne tint pas longtemps face à lui et se retrouva agonisant sur le sol. Le loup l'avait mordu au cou et il se vidait de son sang. Il ne se transformerait pas. Ça lui était impossible. Il mourait. Il lança un dernier sort qui tua le loup avant qu'il n'approche Katlyn. Alexander pouvait partir tranquille. Il avait sauvé sa fille.

  Dans la nuit...

  Alyson Davis traversait la résidence Itachi, fermant les yeux devant les cadavres qu'elle croisait. Ça avait été un véritable carnage. Mandy lui avait demandé de prendre Katlyn sous son aile si jamais ce jour devait arriver. Elle ne pensait pas qu'il viendrait si vite. Katlyn était jeune, encore trop jeune pour faire face à tout ça. Ses deux parents voulaient qu'elle ait une vie normale. Alyson la lui donnerait. Elle savait pour la seconde nature du couple. Elle n'avait pas paniqué, ni pensé qu'ils étaient fous. Elle les avait cru et leur avait fait confiance. Elle avait fait le serment de protéger Katlyn s'il arrivait quelque chose à ses parents. Ce quelque chose était un véritable massacre. Elle entra dans la chambre et resta stupéfaite. Il y avait trois corps ici. Alexander tenait la main de Mandy. Leurs deux corps baignaient dans une mare de sang. Le troisième corps gisait un peu plus loin. Il semblait être tombé raide mort. Aucune blessure apparente. Dans son parc, Katlyn hurlait de toute la puissance de ses petits poumons. Alyson s'approcha et la prit contre elle pour la calmer. La petite fille était affamée, épuisée et terrifiée. Elle avait également grand besoin d'être changée. Alyson s'occupa d'elle comme si de rien n'était et, quand Katlyn finit par s'endormir, elle appela un homme de la meute pour nettoyer le massacre. La maison fut ensuite scellée. Katlyn prit place dans la famille Davis où on l'éleva comme une fille tout à fait normale. Personne ne lui parla jamais de cette nuit-là, ni de son appartenance au monde surnaturel...

  - Fin -

  Katlyn haletait en revenant à elle. Maintenant, elle savait la vérité à propos de la mort de ses parents. Alyson ne lui avait jamais dit ce qui s'était passé cette nuit-là. Sans doute pour la protéger et lui permettre de vivre comme tout le monde. Sauf qu'elle n'était pas comme tout le monde. Elle était le résultat de l'union d'un sorcier et d'une louve-garou. Elle avait hérité des talents de sa mère mais aussi de ceux de son père. Désormais, elle sentait le pouvoir couler dans ses veines. Elle se souvenait des mots et de l'incantation que son père avait prononcés juste avant de mourir pour la protéger.

  — En vérité, Katlyn est ma sœur par adoption. On dit toujours qu'on est meilleures amies pour qu'on ne pose pas de questions sur ses parents. Personne ne sait ce qui leur est arrivé. Katlyn n'en dit rien mais je sais qu'elle souffre.

— Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait ?

  Nicholas observait Katlyn qui marmonnait des termes latins. Il ne comprenait pas ce qu'elle disait. Il s'approcha d'elle.

  — Peut-être qu'elle prie.

— En latin ?

— J'ignorais qu'elle parlait latin... En dehors des termes médicaux, j'entends.

— On dirait qu'elle scande.

— Attends, après le coup de l'Élue, tu veux me faire croire qu'elle serait dotée de pouvoirs magiques ?

  Le jeune homme ne répondit pas et fit un pas de plus. Katlyn leva la main vers lui et le jeune loup fut projeté contre le mur avec une violence inouïe. Brooke en resta bouche bée. Comment avait-elle fait ? Elle n'avait même pas touché Nicholas, Brooke en était certaine. A son tour, elle s'approcha de Katlyn. Derrière elle, Nicholas se relevait péniblement. Katlyn ne la repoussa pas, continuant à déclamer les mêmes mots encore et encore.

  — Sanguis sanguinis mei, tutela tua est.

— Qu'est-ce que tu fais ?

  Sans s'expliquer, Katlyn attrapa la main de Brooke et changea les mots de son incantation, comme si elle les avait toujours connus, comme si elle avait toujours su ce qu'elle devait faire.

  — Cruor pectoris mei, tutela tua est.

  A l'entente de ces mots, Brooke fut comme traversée par une force invisible. Dans son réseau sanguin, une douce chaleur s'écoulait lentement. Que se passait-il ? Katlyn arrêta brusquement de parler et lâcha la main de Brooke qui recula, sous le choc.

  — C'était un sort de protection.

— Mon père nous protège tous.

— C'était quoi ?

— Katlyn Itachi est issue de l'union d'un sorcier et d'une louve de sang-pur, union formellement interdite dans notre société. Ils ont voulu la mettre à mort car elle a hérité autant de son père que de sa mère, faisant d'elle un être surpuissant. Pas étonnant qu'elle soit l'Élue.

— ...

— Celui qui l'a élevée savait pour sa double nature et a fait en sorte de « l'endormir ». Ce qui explique toutes ses ignorances sur notre monde et l'éveil tardif de ses gênes lupins et sorciers.

  Cela faisait beaucoup d'informations d'un coup pour Brooke et Katlyn. Nicholas en savait plus sur la famille de cette dernière qu'elle-même. C'était déstabilisant. Ses parents étaient donc des légendes et elle, elle était d'une espèce à part, mi-louve, mi-sorcière. Elle commençait à regretter cette petite vie banale qu'elle avait perdue quand Nicholas l'avait mordue.

  — Ce sont mes parents qui l'ont élevée, déclara Brooke d'une voix lointaine.

  L'idée même de savoir que l'un de ses parents, ou même les deux, lui avait menti pendant près de vingt ans était terrifiante. Qui avait donc bridé les pouvoirs qui faisaient de Katlyn un être exceptionnel ?

  — L'un d'entre eux a voulu la protéger. Brider ses pouvoirs et l'élever comme une fille normale était la meilleure chose à faire.

— Tu penses qu'on devrait les brider une nouvelle fois ?

— Je pense qu'elle peut les gérer. Seulement, personne ne devra être au courant en dehors de la meute et toi.

— Je ne dirais rien.

— Nous l'aiderons à garder son secret.

  Ils reportèrent leur attention sur Katlyn. Du sang maculait son visage, sortant de sa bouche et de son nez tandis qu'elle suffoquait. Nicholas s'approcha d'elle, incertain. Elle n'eut aucun geste pour le repousser. Elle le laissa la redresser et s'assoir derrière elle. Elle se laissa aller contre son torse tandis que Brooke lui nettoyait le visage. Elle avait mal, tellement mal. Elle en pleurait. Nicholas passa les bras autour de sa taille et tenta de la rassurer. Katlyn le suppliait de l'achever, de lui apporter la délivrance. Elle aurait hurlé si ses poumons n'avaient pas été en feu.

  — Il faut absolument faire quelque chose !

  Brooke ne supportait pas de voir Katlyn dans cet état. Elle ne supportait pas de la voir se tordre de douleur en les suppliant de mettre fin à ses souffrances. Elle ne pouvait quasiment plus respirer à cause du sang qui envahissait sa gorge. C'était bientôt la fin pour elle. Brooke en avait le cœur serré. Elle voulait pleurer mais se devait de faire bonne figure devant son amie. Cette dernière sombrait peu à peu. Elle sombra totalement au moment même où la porte s'ouvrait avec violence.

  — On a l’antidote !

  Owen se figea net en apercevant le corps immobile de Katlyn dans les bras de Nicholas. Il était arrivé trop tard. Elle n'avait pas tenu. Il jura. Il avait tout donné pour la sauver. Au début, il avait été réticent à son entrée dans la meute. Peu à peu, il avait appris à l'apprécier. Katlyn était quelqu'un de bien. Elle avait fait en sorte de sympathiser avec chacun d'entre eux et de leur apporter tout ce dont ils avaient besoin. Elle avait gagné sa place au sein de cette meute et avait fait d'eux des frères. Il était impossible qu'elle les quitte maintenant. Owen resta figé sur le pas de la porte à fixer les larmes de Brooke et la tristesse de Nicholas.

  — ...

— Merde ! s'exclama-t-il, furieux contre lui-même et contre les sangs-purs.

— Son cœur bat encore. Ce n'est qu'une question de minutes avant qu'elle ne lâche prise. La douleur était terrible.

— On peut encore la sauver.

— Comment ?

— Il nous faut du sang humain.

  Owen se tourna vers Brooke qui était la seule personne cent pour cent humaine dans cette pièce. Elle était la seule à pouvoir sauver Katlyn et Sean. Tous les espoirs reposaient sur elle dès à présent.

  — Du sang humain ?

— Ça nettoiera son sang et permettra à ses cellules de se régénérer. C'est notre seule chance de les sauver. Si on n'essaie pas, on ne saura jamais si ça fonctionne.

— On a besoin de ton accord, Brooke.

— J'accepte, répondit-elle sans hésiter.

  Owen entra dans la chambre sans même refermer la porte et sortit un canif et une bouteille de bière vide de sa poche sous le regard interrogateur de son Alpha et de la meilleure amie.

  — Elle ne peut pas boire à la source sans risquer de te mordre, ce qui ferait de toi l'une d'entre nous.

— Il vaut mieux éviter.

— En effet. Approche.

  Brooke obéit et s'approcha du loup. Ce dernier lui tendait le couteau. Ce qu'elle allait faire était dangereux pour elle mais elle était déterminée. Elle devait le faire pour sauver Katlyn. Elle ne la laisserait pas mourir.

  — Brooke, avant de le faire, tu dois savoir quelque chose.

— Quoi ? demanda-t-elle sans se retourner.

— Si elle boit ton sang, elle saura en permanence où tu es et comment tu te sens. Elle pourra même pénétrer ton esprit.

— Ce n'est pas cher payé en échange de sa vie.

— Tu es quelqu'un de vraiment bien.

  Brooke expira un grand coup et posa le couteau sur son bras. Elle avait peur. Si elle ratait son coup, elle était aussi foutue que Katlyn.

  — Il faut que tu tranches la veine. Je refermerais la plaie pour qu'elle ne laisse aucune trace. Ça évitera qu'on te pose des questions et que tu te vides de ton sang.

— Je vous fais confiance. Ne me ratez pas.

— Surtout, dis-moi d'arrêter si tu ne te sens pas bien.

  La jeune femme acquiesça et trancha la veine en serrant les dents. Owen prit délicatement son bras et le plaça au-dessus de la bouteille de manière à ce que le sang coule dedans. C'était lent, beaucoup trop lent pour Brooke qui ne cessait de jeter des coups d'œil inquiets à Katlyn. Nicholas continuait de la serrer contre lui. Il était attentif aux battements de son cœur. Il ralentissait chaque seconde qui s'écoulait. Il ne tarderait pas à s'arrêter complètement, livrant Katlyn à la mort. Ils avaient si peu de temps et le sang coulait si lentement. Brooke veillait à ne pas regarder son sang qui coulait. Elle n'avait aucun problème avec l'hémoglobine des autres mais c'était différent quand c'était la sienne.

  — Tu vas bien ? Demanda Nicholas, inquiet de la voir détourner les yeux.

— Je supporte la vue du sang des autres, pas du mien.

— On a un quart de bouteille. Ça devrait suffire.

  Owen se mordit volontairement le pouce et appliqua son sang sur la blessure de Brooke. Celle-ci cicatrisa à une vitesse surnaturelle. La jeune femme était impressionnée.

  — Vous êtes sûr que ça va marcher ?

— On va le savoir maintenant.

  Brooke prit la bouteille qu'Owen lui tendait et s'approcha de Katlyn. Nicholas allongea la jeune louve et lui ouvrit la bouche. Priant pour que ça marche, Brooke versa la moitié du contenu de la bouteille dans la gorge de son amie. Ensuite, elle attendit. Elle attendit désespérément une réaction de la part de Katlyn. L'attente fut longue, très longue pour le trio qui espérait une réaction. Au bout de ce qui sembla être une éternité, Katlyn déglutit, avalant le sang. Son corps commença alors à se régénérer sous les yeux soulagés des deux loups et de l'humaine. Ça fonctionnait ! Son cœur battait de nouveau normalement et sa respiration revenait doucement. La blessure par balle se referma lentement tandis que le corps de Katlyn retrouvait son aspect d'antan.

  — Merci de me la rendre, murmura Brooke en levant la tête vers le ciel.

  Tous étaient soulagés de voir qu'ils avaient un antidote contre ce poison mortel, que Katlyn s'en sortirait. Aurait-elle des séquelles ? Rien ne l'indiquait pour l'instant si ce n'est que les marques des chaines qui l'avaient maintenue pendant près de vingt-quatre heures ne cicatrisaient pas. La peau était à vif. Combien de temps cela prendrait-il avant de disparaitre ? Owen se détourna du miracle qu'il avait sous les yeux et jeta un œil au couloir par la porte qu'il avait laissé ouverte. Son élève était vraiment en difficulté. Brooke remarqua ce changement d'attitude. Elle s'approcha de lui et lui tendit la bouteille qui contenait le reste de son sang.

  — ...

— Sauvez-le.

— Pourquoi tu fais ça ?

— Katlyn ne permettrait pas qu'il meure pour elle. C'est son ami. Sauvez-le.

— Merci.

  Owen prit la bouteille et sortit de l'appartement. Brooke se retourna vers Nicholas qui la remercia d'un signe de tête. Près de lui, Katlyn revivait. Pourtant, elle n'ouvrait pas les yeux et cela inquiétait son amie. Pourquoi ne reprenait-elle pas conscience ? La réponse lui vint naturellement. Autant le corps que l'esprit de Katlyn avait été mis à rude épreuve. Il allait lui falloir du temps avant de se remettre complètement.

  — Il faut que tu sois partie avant le début de la nuit.

— Je sais.

— Ce n'est pas comme d'habitude, Brooke. Cette fois, tu dois te barricader dans ta chambre et appeler Brian si besoin est.

— Pourquoi ?

— Quand Katlyn et Sean se seront transformés, ils ne seront plus les mêmes. Ils vont te traquer. Le sang humain nous rend fous. C'est la raison pour laquelle en boire est proscrit par nos lois.

— ...

— Je n'ai rien dit parce que je voulais la sauver autant que toi. Owen est passé outre cette loi pour sauver Sean. Cependant, je ne peux pas permettre qu'ils te fassent du mal à cause de ça.

— Sympathique.

  Nicholas allait ajouter quelque chose mais un craquement l'interrompit. Les os de Katlyn se ressoudaient et se remettaient en place. Ce n'était pas sans douleur. Si Katlyn ne disait rien, son visage était crispé. Un autre craquement retentit, moins rassurant. Ce n'était plus une question d'os brisés. Il y avait autre chose. Inquiet, Nicholas s'approcha de Katlyn et lui ouvrit un œil de force avant de consulter sa montre.

  — Merde !

— Quoi ? Qu'est-ce qui se passe ?!

  Le jeune homme ne répondit pas, occupé à examiner Katlyn sous tous les angles. Ce fut au niveau de la jambe droite - auparavant trouée d'une balle en argent - qu'il remarqua l'anomalie qu'il cherchait.

  — Ce n'est vraiment pas le moment !

— Je te frappe si tu ne me dis pas ce qui se passe maintenant !

— Elle se transforme !

— Qu... Quoi ? Maintenant ? Alors que la lune n'est pas levée ? Elle n'est même pas consciente !

— Je sais !

  Il était désemparé. C'était la première fois qu'il faisait face à un tel cas. Il ne savait pas comment réagir. Il ne pouvait pas empêcher cette transformation. Il allait devoir la laisser faire et la gérer quand elle serait sous sa forme lupine. Un autre craquement se fit entendre. Comment était-il possible qu'elle puisse se transformer sans en être consciente ? Les os se déplaçaient dans son corps mais, étrangement, c'était lent, beaucoup trop lent. Ce n'était pas aussi lent habituellement.

  — ...

— Il faut que tu t'en ailles.

— Je ne peux pas partir.

— Pourquoi ?

— Je suis son facteur d'humanité. Elle me l'a dit. Elle ne me fera aucun mal.

— Même sous l'influence du sang ? Tu veux vraiment parier ta vie là-dessus ?!

— Je n'ai pas besoin de parier. Je le sais, c'est tout.

— Quand bien même elle ne te ferait rien grâce à votre lien, tu oublies que Sean a aussi bu ton sang. Il lui suffirait d'une seconde d'inattention pour qu'il t'égorge.

— Je sais que tu veux me protéger et je suis consciente que ce que je fais est stupide et dangereux mais il est hors de question que je la laisse alors qu'elle est en état de choc. Elle va avoir besoin de moi, Nicholas.

— Puisque tu sembles avoir pris ta décision, il va falloir la déshabiller.

— Tu veux la déshabiller ?! Tu es un grand malade !

— Son corps change. Ses vêtements ne sont pas adaptés. Tu nous as été d'une grande aide niveau vestimentaire mais on sait que l'argent ne pousse pas dans les arbres.

— Tu veux savoir un truc ? Peu de temps après Noël, je me suis trouvée un boulot à mi-temps. Je dépose une partie de mon salaire sur un compte à part. Tu sais pourquoi ? Pour subvenir à vos besoins. Je sais que Katlyn a une super carte de crédit mais je ne veux pas utiliser son argent. Ce sont ses parents qui lui ont donné. Je ne l'utiliserais plus parce que j'ai un boulot.

— Tu nous babysittes ?

— Je vous nourris et vous hydrate. Je vous habille et vous apporte un peu de confort personnel. Je crois qu'on peut dire ça comme ça.

— Tu es vraiment une amie exceptionnelle, Brooke Davis.

  Un hurlement brisa le silence, interrompant leur conversation. Nicholas se repencha sur Katlyn. Elle était réveillée. Son regard indiquait qu'elle était terrifiée et qu'elle souffrait. Sa respiration était rapide et les battements de son cœur étaient saccadés. Son corps était tendu comme un arc. Elle luttait.

  — Putain, ça fait mal ! Qu'est-ce qui se passe ?!

— Ecoute-moi, Katlyn. On t'a donné l'antidote pour le poison. Malheureusement, cela entraine un effet secondaire. Tu es en train de te transformer.

— Ça ne fait pas aussi mal d’habitude !

  Katlyn était hystérique. Elle avait totalement perdu le contrôle. Elle luttait contre la douleur. Les transformations allaient plus vite d'ordinaire et elles étaient moins douloureuses. Que se passait-il ?

  — Ton corps n'a pas encore éliminé tout le poison. Ça l'empêche de se transformer normalement. Ça va prendre un peu de temps.

  Nicholas n'avait jamais autant eu raison ces derniers jours. Les heures s'écoulèrent lentement. La transformation était longue et pénible. Katlyn avait fini par arrêter de hurler. Sa gorge était en feu. Elle pleurait tant elle avait mal. Brooke l'avait déshabillée et enveloppée dans un drap. Nicholas la tenait contre lui pour la rassurer et la réconforter. Katlyn l'avait mordu un peu plus tôt et il avait constaté avec surprise que ça provoquait sa propre transformation. Il avait réussi à la stopper avant que ça n'aille trop loin. Il ne fut cependant pas capable d'inverser les effets et fut obligé de garder ses yeux, ses griffes et sa patte. Brooke observait ce spectacle à la fois horrifiée et fascinée par l'étendue des pouvoirs du corps humain. Qui aurait cru que tous les os pouvaient se déplacer pour former un corps totalement nouveau ? Si elle n'était pas tenue au secret, elle aurait volontiers travaillé sur le sujet. Nicholas lui avait appris que beaucoup ne survivaient pas à la première transformation et que rares étaient ceux qui n'étaient pas contaminés. Ce sujet était aussi fascinant qu'il était terrifiant. Elle pourrait peut-être noter quelques trucs qu'elle garderait secret. Katlyn avait presque achevé sa transformation quand Brooke remarqua l'état de Nicholas. Il était pâle et suait beaucoup. Tout son corps était tendu, crispé. Du sang s'échappait de son nez et de ses oreilles. La jeune femme crut reconnaitre les symptômes.

  — Nicholas ? Est-ce que tout va bien ?

— Si tu poses cette question, c'est que je n'en ai pas l'air.

— Si tu étais cent pour cent humain, je t'aurais emmené à l'hosto sans tarder.

— Ne t'en fais pas. Ce n'est que l'appel de la lune.

— L'appel de la lune ?

— La nuit est tombée. Je lutte contre ma propre transformation. Ce n'est pas ce qu'on appelle une chose facile.

— Arrête ça !

— Je ne la laisserais pas. Je me transforme toujours après elle pour m'assurer que tout va bien. Aujourd'hui, elle en a vraiment besoin.

— Ça va te tuer si tu continues ! Le corps humain peut en supporter beaucoup mais là, ...

— Elle a raison, l'interrompit une voix.

  Brooke et Nicholas se tournèrent vers la porte. Owen venait d'entrer. Il était sous sa forme humaine et ne paraissait pas affecté par la tombée de la nuit.

  — Comment vous faites pour résister, vous ?

— Je ne résiste pas.

— Vous êtes un loup-garou, comme eux.

— Owen est un sang-pur, comme Katlyn.

  Nicholas avait de plus en plus de mal à résister. Ses dents venaient d'apparaitre et de la fourrure commençait à recouvrir son corps. Résister était vraiment douloureux. Il n'allait plus tenir très longtemps.

  — Nicholas, vas-y. Les autres sont déjà dehors avec Sean. Il va bien mais il faut l'empêcher d'entrer ici.

— A cause de mon sang.

— Je ne peux pas te forcer à partir, Brooke, mais il va falloir que tu restes bien à l'abri pour cette nuit.

— Prends mon appartement. Enferme-toi dedans et n'en sors pas jusqu'à ce que je sois de retour.

  L'Alpha était plié en deux tant la douleur était forte. Il allait craquer.

  — Je me charge de Katlyn. Va te transformer.

  Le jeune homme finit par accepter et céda sa place à son bêta. Ensuite, il se précipita dans le couloir et claqua la porte. Il s'effondra à genoux, parvint à retirer sa chemise et finit par laisser la transformation se faire dans un hurlement atroce, réduisant son pantalon en charpie. De son côté, Katlyn poursuivait la sienne en silence. C'était bientôt fini. Il ne restait plus que la tête.

  — Qu'est-ce qu'un sang-pur ferait ici ?

— Je suis un loup-garou depuis trente-cinq ans. Pourtant, il y a dix ans, j'ai commis une erreur.

— Vous avez mordu Sean.

— Oui. En tant qu'impur, il ne pouvait pas rester sur notre territoire. En tant que mentor, je ne pouvais pas l'abandonner.

— Qu'avez-vous fait ?

— J'ai avoué ma faute au Conseil. On m'a alors posé un dilemme : choisir de mettre Sean à mort ou être forcé à l'exil.

— Vous avez choisi l'exil pour protéger votre élève.

— L'ancien Alpha de cette meute a accepté de nous intégrer à ses rangs. Ces loups sont ma famille maintenant. En dehors de la pleine lune, je n'ai pas besoin de me transformer mais je le fais pour être avec eux. Dans quelques semaines, voire mois, Katlyn ne sera plus obligée de se transformer toutes les nuits. Il nous faut une période d'adaptation quand on débute.

  Brooke ne répondit pas et observa Katlyn. La transformation s'acheva sous ses yeux. Son amie s'était transformée en un magnifique animal d'une blancheur éclatante. Elle aurait volontiers tendu la main pour caresser son pelage si Katlyn n'était pas en train de lui grogner dessus, babines retroussées et oreilles en arrière. Owen la retenait fermement.

  — Lâchez-la.

— Non. Il est temps que tu t'en ailles.

— Elle ne me fera aucun mal.

— Ça, personne ne peut le dire.

— Alors, regardez par vous-même.

— Tu y tiens vraiment ?

— Elle ressent tout ce que je ressens même sous cette forme, n'est-ce pas ?

— Oui.

— Alors, elle sait que j'ai confiance en elle.

  Sceptique, Owen lâcha Katlyn et resta sur ses gardes. La jeune louve s'avança vers Brooke d'un pas menaçant. Cette dernière était aussi terrifiée que déterminée. Elle savait que Katlyn ne lui ferait pas de mal. Elle regardait la louve dans les yeux et ne bougeait pas. Katlyn pouvait pénétrer son esprit et lui parler par télépathie mais elle était trop attirée par le sang qu'elle entendait couler dans les veines de son amie humaine pour s'en soucier. Quelque chose l'empêchait de sauter à la gorge de Brooke. Elle sentait sa confiance. Certes, elle avait peur mais sa confiance était telle qu'elle ne bougeait pas d'un pouce alors qu'on la menaçait de mort voire pire.

  — ...

— J'ai confiance en toi, Katlyn. Je sais que tu ne me feras aucun mal.

— ...

— Il faut que tu combattes cette envie que tu as de boire mon sang.

— ...

— Tu ne veux pas me tuer, n'est-ce pas ?

  Brooke dialoguait avec Katlyn par la pensée. Elle savait qu'elle l'entendait. La louve s'arrêta en proie au doute. Elle réfléchissait. Le sang continuait de battre à ses oreilles. Elle en voulait tellement. Il lui suffisait de sauter et de mordre sa proie. Cependant, elle ne parvenait pas à s'y résoudre. Elle ne pouvait pas blesser Brooke. C'était au-dessus de ses forces. Elle arrêta de grogner et releva les oreilles, quittant sa posture menaçante.

  — Tu as raison. Je ne pourrais jamais te faire de mal. Peu importe la forme sous laquelle je suis.

  Katlyn s'approcha de Brooke et la laissa poser la main sur sa tête. Elle se laissait caresser par son amie et se révélait indifférente à son sang. Elle avait réussi. Elle avait battu l'envie de sang. Elle avait survécu au poison. Elle était en vie. Elle en aurait pleuré si elle avait été sous sa forme humaine.

  — Je le savais, Katlyn.

— Merci de ta confiance.

  Brooke ne semblait pas souffrir de l'intrusion de Katlyn dans sa tête. Cette dernière avait pourtant souffert quand David s'était introduit dans la sienne. C'était rassurant mais intriguant. Peu importait. Les deux filles ne prêtaient aucune attention à Owen qui les observait, vraiment très surpris de la tournure que les choses avaient prise.

  — Tu es magnifique.

— Impressionnant, murmura Owen.

  Katlyn leva la tête et fit un signe pour le remercier d'avoir remplacé Nicholas pour la dernière étape de sa transformation. Owen lui sourit, fier d'avoir assisté à un tel miracle. Il l'avait sauvé et elle avait résisté à l'appel du sang. Cette louve était impressionnante et faisait la fierté de cette meute.

  — ...

— Je vais me transformer. Je te rejoins dehors. Les autres sont sur leurs gardes mais on peut courir un peu pour se dégourdir les pattes.

  Katlyn hocha la tête pour lui signifier qu'elle avait compris. Après avoir accompagné Brooke jusqu'à l'appartement de Nicholas, Katlyn se rendit à l'entrée du QG mais n'en sortit pas avant qu'Owen ne soit là. Il valait mieux jouer la prudence. Ils coururent tous les deux toute la nuit tandis que les autres patrouillaient dans les environs pour s'assurer que personne d'étranger à la meute ne trainait sur leur territoire. Le soleil se levait quand tous regagnèrent leurs appartements. Nicholas et Katlyn utilisèrent la salle de bains d'un appartement vide pour retrouver leur forme humaine. Katlyn renfila ses fringues et tendit le drap dans lequel Brooke l'avait enveloppée un peu plus tôt à Nicholas. Cela tiendrait le temps qu'il enfile d'autres vêtements. Ils entrèrent en silence dans leur appartement. Brooke avait fini par s'endormir. Nicholas récupéra des vêtements et alla se changer. Quand il sortit, Katlyn n'avait pas bougé et observait Brooke en silence. Il s'approcha de la jeune louve.

  — Je te dois un T-shirt.

— Inutile.

— Il faut que je t'en pique un nouveau.

— Je te le donne avec plaisir.

— Brooke est restée jusqu'au bout.

— Vraiment ?

— Même quand j'ai voulu l'attaquer pour boire son sang.

— Cette femme vit dangereusement.

— Je ne l'ai pas attaquée. Je n'ai pas pu. Owen a dit que c'était impressionnant.

  Brooke se retourna dans son sommeil en soupirant bruyamment. Katlyn bailla ouvertement et eut une faiblesse. Nicholas la rattrapa et la souleva, la prenant dans ses bras. Katlyn protesta seulement pour lui montrer qu'elle n'approuvait pas. Cependant, elle était épuisée. Elle s'endormit au beau milieu d'une phrase. Nicholas sourit en la voyant dormir aussi paisiblement. Il avait eu tellement peur pour elle ces dernières heures. Elle avait été si proche de la mort. Se ressaisissant, Nicholas quitta son appartement et coucha Katlyn dans le lit qu'il avait fait pour elle la veille. Après avoir bordé Brooke et lui avoir laissé une note pour ne pas qu'elle s'inquiète à son réveil, il rejoignit Katlyn et s'endormit sitôt couché...

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Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 3)

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Summary: It was a war that no one saw coming. 

Word Count: 3350

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Hunter!Steve Rogers

Warnings: Death, Blood, Violence, Gore (a little)

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers​!

The year was 1944. The Great Depression was long past Sir James and his clan, and with the emergence of another World War, it seemed that things were still not as lively as they used to be. Business was not necessarily as booming as it once was during the Twenties, not that it mattered all that much to the vampire. Wealth was not an issue to the man who came from Romanian nobility. 

With Steve enlisting to fight in the Second World War, that just left James, Y/N and Natasha on their own. Things were rather somber for the most part, but it seemed that the oldest vampire on the planet had been keen on celebrating a certain special occasion.  In fact, he had been counting down to it. 

“Happy 150th birthday, sanguinis mei,” James grinned as he placed the piece of cake with a single candle in it in front of her. 

“Technically I’m 173 years old and my birthday isn’t until October.” Y/N pointed out, a rather confused expression taking over her features. 

“We don’t count mortal years, doll. Just blow out the candle and make a wish.” He told her as he offered her a toothy smile that showed off his fangs. 

Following orders, she closed her eyes and blew out the candle. 

“What did you wish for?” He asked, curiously. 

She simply shook her head in response to his question. “I”m not telling. Then it won’t come true.” 

“That’s not how wishes work.” He quipped with a raised eyebrow. 

“It is absolutely how wishes work. I”m not telling you, James.” She said, shaking her head before she let out a soft chuckle. 

“Fine, fine. Keep your secrets.” He shrugged her off. 

She plucked the candle from the treat and picked up a fork to take a bite. “This is delicious. Where did you get it?” 

“I made it.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. 

Y/N’s eyes grew wide upon hearing his words, for she had been unaware of this hidden talent of his. “You did?” 

“Don’t sound so surprised. I’ve been alive for over 500 years. I picked up a thing or two.” He pointed out. 

“I’m just- you didn’t need to do this just for me.” She told him, clearly feeling special. 

To think that it had been 150 years since she had joined Sir James’ clan was quite unbelievable, as it seemed like forever ago when she had arrived at Bran Castle for the first time with Natasha. She still remembered that night as if it were yesterday, when he had ordered his servants to have the curtains be drawn by sunrise just so that she could roam that castle freely. And when Wanda had returned from her trip, he had obtained a daylight ring from her and given it to Y/N himself. 

“I wanted to. I also have a present for you.” He admitted. somewhat shyly. 

“James, this is really unnecessary.” She shook her head. “You’ve already done so much.”

“Please. I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a while. I was just waiting for a special day. And celebrating the day you joined my little clan is special.” He told her as he grinned. 

“It was the best decision I ever made. Thank you for accepting me.” She told him, genuinely. She would forever be grateful for the way he had embraced her as a part of his clan. 

“The easiest decision I ever made.” He told her before fished a small black velvet pouch from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to her. 

Taking it from him, she carefully loosened the drawstrings and turned the contents out onto her palm. “Oh, James, it’s beautiful. I couldn’t possibly-” She stared down at the large ruby in its silver setting, the delicate filigree locking the stone in place. It was on a black velvet ribbon. 

“Please, I want you to have it.” He assured her. 

“Are you sure?” She asked, still unsure about accepting such a precious gift from the man who had already given her everything she could have ever asked for. 

“I am. I found it a while ago and there’s no one else I can imagine giving it to. There’s a chain as well, I know tied on ribbons aren’t the most stable.” 

She turned the pouch again and sure enough a silver chain slid out. She quickly switched it with the ribbon.  “Do you mind?” She asked. 

“Not at all.” James took the necklace from her and stepped behind her chair. The clasp fit easily and the stone fell in the hollow of her throat. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, James.” She stood and kissed him on the cheek, letting her hands rest on his shoulders. 

His hands fell to her waist automatically. “Sanguinis mei,” he whispered, leaning in. 

“James.” 

A knock on the door caused them to spring apart and James growled, muttering death threats to whoever was behind the door. At least until he opened it. “Natasha?” 

“We’ve got a problem.” She strolled past James into the room, nodding at Y/N as she passed. 

“What kind of problem?” He inquired, raising his eyebrow. 

“The big kind.” She handed him a piece of paper. “I just got this telegram.” 

“Honeybee. STOP. I found just what you’ve been missing. STOP. Though I’m not sure you even realized yet. STOP. I don’t think I’ll be able to send it home though. STOP. Too much red tape. STOP. I wish there was a magic solution. STOP. Wish you were here. STOP. I miss your voice. STOP I can hear it echoing in my skull sometimes. STOP. Always, Richard D.Y. Hunter . STOP” Bucky read the telegram out loud, staring at Natasha in confusion. “Should I know what this means?” 

“It’s from Steve. HYDRA has Wanda.” She replied. 

“What?! Why am I just hearing this now?” The oldest vampire exclaimed, clearly worried about the witch who had done so much for his clan. 

“Because I’m just hearing about it. The message is encoded.” She pointed out. 

“Obviously,” Bucky commented drily. 

“He found something I didn’t know was missing. Magic that he can’t return. Red Skull. A.R.D.Y.H. Hydra.” That clarification had certainly cleared up Y/N’s confusion regarding this whole situation, the fact that her sire had interrupted a moment between her and Bucky no longer being an issue. 

“Johann Schmidt,” Bucky growled, fangs protruding. 

“Who is Johann Schmidt?” Y/N asked quietly. 

“The reason your great grand sire and the rest of our clan is dead.” He replied, a certain calmness evident in his voice as he spoke to her, despite the fact that he was filled with so much anger. 

“He killed Dracula?” Y/N asked, her eyes growing wide. 

“After forcing him to turn him. He starved him and forced him to turn feral. Once Schmidt turned he killed him.” There was a sigh that escaped Bucky’s lips that let Y/N know that he still blamed himself for not being there to protect his sire, and his king. 

“Oh, James.” Y/N reached for his hand reflexively. 

Bucky squeezed it once before crossing his arms over his chest. “Did he send you coordinates somehow?” 

“Yeah, there was another telegram. They’re in Azzano. I can start arranging transport.” She told him in response. 

“Do it, and start packing. Meet at Steve’s place before first light. We leave the first thing tomorrow.”  He ordered. 

Natasha nodded and left. 

Bucky turned to Y/N. “I assume I’m wasting my breath by asking you to stay.” 

“You assume correctly. She’s my friend. I’m not leaving her behind. Besides if Schmidt was able to kill Dracula, then I’m not letting you go alone. I can’t lose you. Any of you,” she added a bit too quickly. 

Bucky smiled and cupped her cheek. “I couldn’t bear to lose you either, sanguinis mei. Promise me you’ll be safe, and if it gets too dangerous you’ll run.” 

“I promise I’ll be safe. I’ll be with you won’t I?” She reminded him, the smile on her lips mimicking his.

“Yes, you will.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes as he lingered for a moment too long. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“See you then.” 

“This place reeks of werewolves,” Bucky muttered under his breath. 

Natasha shushed him, as they crouched behind the trees. 

A large man in a bowler hat patrolled the perimeter. 

“Where’s Steve?” Y/N whispered. “Should we try to draw him out?” 

“I think we should just approach. He sent for us. This is his unit. Why should we hide?” Natasha reasoned. 

“Yeah, why are you guys hiding?” A voice asked from behind her. 

The three vampires whirled fangs out. 

Steve threw his head back as he laughed grabbing at his chest. “God you guys are so easy. I expected better.” 

Natasha stood up and slugged him in the shoulder before storming into camp. 

“Aw come on, honeybee. Don’t be like that,” Steve pleaded following. 

Bucky and Y/N rolled their eyes as they followed. 

“What are the odds that she kills him for that?” She asked the other. 

“Nah, she’ll just maim him,” Bucky shrugged. 

Steve greeted them properly and introduced them to his unit - the Howling Commandos. “Because they’re all-” 

“Werewolves. We got it,” Y/N deadpanned. 

“Can we get to the business at hand? Where’s Wanda? Where is Schmidt?” 

The reminder sobered Steve and he nodded, gesturing for the vampires and Dum Dum to follow him into his tent. 

There was a small table and a kerosene lantern on it, a map with flags marking what Bucky could only assume were Hydra strongholds. 

“This unit was formed as part of an attempt by the U.S. government to take out Hydra. They were made aware of Johann Scmidt’s true nature when he drained an entire platoon in a matter of minutes. My unit were all captured by them. I was sent in to infiltrate and extract as many men as I could.” Steve explained to his friends. 

“And how many did you get out?” Bucky asked, noting the low numbers. 

“Cap got every last one of us out,” Dum Dum announced proudly.

“The rest of them were split out into different units.” 

Bucky hummed. “How did you hear about Wanda?” 

“We’ve been clearing Hydra bases systematically. At the last one I found half a dozen witches imprisoned. They’d all be experimented on. Claimed some imp of a siphoner was responsible, but they didn’t know his name.” Dum Dum replied. 

“Based on our intel, this is the guy who matches the description.” Steve opened a manila folder and slid it across the table. “His name is Arnim Zola. A siphoner by all accounts.” 

Bucky growled, fangs protruding at the image. 

Bucky sighed. “He’s worse. He’s a necromancer. He used to go by the name Frankenstein.” 

Dum Dum raised an eyebrow and looked at Steve. “Are you sure?” 

“I never forget a face. The townsfolk ran him out when his monster got loose. He sought refuge with me but I turned him away. I don’t mix with necromancers.” 

“Do you think this is a vendetta thing?” Y/N asked.

“I think it’s unlikely two of my worst enemies didn’t bond over their shared hatred.” The oldest vampire stated before he rolled his eyes. 

“That makes things a hell of a lot more difficult,” Natasha commented while studying Bucky’s face. 

“Yeah. We’re going to have to change our plan of attack,” Steve muttered, clearly running strategies in his head. 

“Why exactly does this make things more complicated?” Dum Dum asked. 

“Hydra is made up of siphoners and heretics. They’re already hard to kill,” Steve started to explain. 

“With Zola’s powers, they’ll be impossible to put down. He can keep them alive without a heart,” Natasha finished, clearly displeased by the turn of events. 

“We have to take out Zola first,” Bucky determined. “Then your team can get Wanda and whoever else out while the rest of us go after Schmidt.”

“Orders are to capture and return Schmidt for questioning.” 

“Your orders,” Bucky reminded him. “Not mine. Schmidt will pay dearly.” 

“How far is it to the base?” Natasha asked.

“Twenty kilometers west of here. In the mountains.” Steve replied. 

“What’s our best point of entry?” Y/N piped up. 

“The four of us will repel in from the cliff above. The rest of the team will infiltrate via their hanger doors.” 

“I hope you have more than just the handful of men outside.” She added. 

“Don’t worry. Backup is coming.” Steve told the youngest vampire with a reassuring grin. 

Steve’s backup came in the form of the full force of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, which included two more battalions of werewolves and the handful of witches who had been rescued. Armed with flamethrowers, they were able to hold off the main force of Hydra while Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and Y/N infiltrated the fortress from above. 

Steve and Natasha split off from Bucky and Y/N. 

“Remember, if you find Zola, kill him on site. But leave Schmidt for me.” Bucky reminded them both. 

Natasha nodded. 

Steve hesitated but nodded after a moment. 

“Be safe. Be smart,” Natasha offered in response. 

“Get out alive,” Y/N added. 

“See you on the other side.” 

They cleared the floors systematically. Most of the upper floors were free of any troops, clearly having been called down to fight in the hangars. 

On the eighth floor Steve and Natasha found the laboratory. Wanda was strapped to a table, unconscious, and connected to several machines by a bundle of wires. The room was clear of anyone else, but they stayed on guard. 

“We found her,” Natasha whispered into the ring Wanda had designed for short distance communication. 

“Any sign of Zola?” crackled Bucky’s reply. 

“None yet. She’s wired up. We need to disconnect her and then we’ll move to the extraction point to hand off Wanda and double back to meet you.” She informed him. 

“Copy that.”  

Natasha carefully extracted Wanda from the wires while Steve kept watch. 

“Someone’s coming this way. Hurry up,” Steve hissed. 

“I’ve got her. Let’s go.” Natasha and Steve each slung an arm over their shoulders and rushed out of the room. They managed to pass Wanda off to Dum Dum and rushed back in to help Bucky and Y/N. “Location?” 

“Fifth floor. We have eyes on Zola. No sign of Schmidt.” Y/N replied. 

“En route.” Natasha spoke into her ring before her and Steve headed towards them.

Bucky and Y/N were crouched behind a pile of crates watching as Zola stuffed files into his briefcase. Bucky gave her a meaningful nod before silently drawing his sword. 

They split up and as Zola turned from the desk to leave, Y/N was standing in front of him. 

Before he could utter a single word, Y/N plunged her hand into his chest and yanked out his heart. 

“That won’t be enough to kill me, fraulein,” he taunted. 

“But this will,” Bucky grunted as he cleanly decapitated the necromancer before looking up at the woman who stood before him. “We need to burn him.” 

“There was a furnace a couple of floors up.” Y/N pointed out. 

They made quick work of him before continuing their quest. The sounds of the fight were still raging and they were getting closer. Natasha and Steve called in that they’d been pinned down.  They turned into a small corridor at the end of which was a large black door. 

“Stay behind me,” Bucky whispered. 

Y/N did as she was told and crept into the room behind him. 

“I expected you to find me much earlier, James. Such a disappointment and you kept me waiting,” Schmidt admonished, keeping his back to them. 

Bucky raised his sword, and Y/N tightened her grip on her silver dagger. 

“Turn around and face me like a man.” 

“I am not a man, James. And neither are you. But if you insist.” He turned and fully revealed himself to them, Red Skull and all. 

 Y/N had to hold back a gasp at the sight of him. 

“Ah and you brought your pet with you. How amusing.” There was a sort of manic laughter that escaped his lips. 

 Y/N hissed through her fangs. 

Bucky didn’t move his gaze for a millisecond. “It’s over, Schmidt. You’re going to die today.” 

“Perhaps. Such is the way of things. But I have already won.” He stated, cockily. 

Bucky didn’t bother indulging his spiel and instead lunged forward. Schmidt conjured a blade from thin air and was able to easily parry the attack. Bucky was relentless, but Schmidt was a skilled swordsman. To a human, the fight would have just been two blurs moving around the room, but Y/N was able to discern their movements. She watched closely, looking for her best opportunity. 

Before she could make her move, Schmidt was able to slice into Bucky’s thigh with a dagger he’d conjured. The older vampire roared in pain as he canted backwards. Schmidt spun, aiming for Bucky’s head but he was able to avoid the blow, hitting him with the hilt of his sword and momentarily stunning him. Y/N took the opportunity and plunged the silver dagger into Schmidt’s heart. 

He stilled but didn’t fall. His eyes still open, able to see, but unable to move. Bucky had regained his footing and was staring down Schmidt like a hunter with prey. He stalked forward, shoving Schmidt against the wall, with his blade to his throat. 

“I should let the witches experiment on you. Drag this out.” 

Schmidt’s eyes seemed to widen just a fraction. 

“But I’ll make this quick instead. I’m merciful like that. This is for Vlad,” he growled. 

With that, he dropped his sword and reared back, eyes turning red and fangs protruding before ripping out Schmidt’s throat.  

“Schmidt’s dead,” she reported into the ring. 

“All clear here too. Meet you outside.” Her sire responded. 

Y/N let out a breath of relief, it was done. 

Bucky was panting hard, eyes locked on the ground and arms by his side. 

“James,” she called quietly. “James, are you alright?” 

She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder when he whirled on her with a growl. His eyes were still red, the black veins protruding out onto his forehead and cheeks. 

“JAMES?!” she cried as he lunged for her. “James, Stop!” 

He lunged again, managing to pin her to the wall by her throat, squeezing painfully. 

“James, please,” she choked out. 

His grip was iron, and she was losing air too quickly. With all of her strength she pressed her back against the stone wall and push kicked him in the chest. It was enough to get him off of her for just a moment. 

“Nat, help! It’s James!” she yelled into the ring as she scrambled across the floor, picking up his forgotten sword to defend herself. Her movements were clumsy as she tried not to hurt him, but still tried her best to keep him from killing her. 

After a few swings, Bucky gripped the blade of the sword, not caring that it cut his palms and wrenched it out of her grip. He grabbed her by the throat once more, lifting her a foot off the ground. 

“James, please. Don’t.”

The door slammed open and Bucky threw her to the ground. Natasha and Steve rushed in. 

“What happened?” Nat yelled as she blocked a flurry of blows from her sire. 

Y/N couldn’t answer, her windpipe crushed. Steve and Natasha were no match for Bucky even working together. There was a sickening crunch as Steve was thrown into the wall. And Bucky was facing down Natasha. 

Y/N gathered all her strength and pulled the silver dagger from Schmidt’s corpse and as he lunged at Natasha, she drove it into his heart. 

Bucky crumbled to the ground, and Y/N fell on top of him sobbing. 

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Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 2)

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Summary: It’s the Roaring Twenties, and when Natasha gets kidnapped by a hunter, Y/N teams up with James to save her. 

Word Count: 2435

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Hunter!Steve Rogers

Warnings: Death, Blood, Violence 

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers​!

At the turn of the twentieth century, Sir James decided to make the move across the pond, wanting a fresh start. Adopting the name of James Buchanan Barnes after the former president of the United States, and captivated by the American dream, he had managed to set up a speakeasy in Brooklyn. Before he knew it, his establishment became a safe place for all supernatural beings to unwind, and his business was booming as a result. 

“Read ‘em and weep, boys. Full house, aces over queens.” 

There was a chorus of groans from around the poker table, nearly loud enough to drown out the pretty bird singing. James smirked as he dragged the pile of chips towards himself. 

“Getting pretty low on chips there, Rumlow,” he taunted.

“Don’t worry about me, Barnes. I feel my luck changing.” The werewolf sneered. 

“I wouldn’t count on it. My lucky charm just walked in.” James remarked with a rather cheeky grin plastered across his face. 

Y/N hmphed as she approached the table, hearing his comment. James sat with his back to the club - proof of how confident he was in his ability to handle anything or anyone that came his way. Even if she did try to creep up on him. He turned to watch her saunter towards him, a vision in red and black fringe and crystals. 

“Lucky charm, hmm?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Always.” 

“Well, well, well. Who’s this?” Rumlow leered. 

“Someone who will take great pleasure in ripping you to shreds,” Y/N stated in a bored tone before James could even muster a growl. 

Rumlow surged to his feet. “Listen, here you little bi-” 

Y/N had him pinned against the wall by the throat in the blink of an eye. “I’m listening. What were you saying?” she taunted as he gasped for air. “Nothing. Oh you’re sorry for even thinking about speaking to a lady like that. Not good enough.” 

“Doll,” James sighed with a clear hint of amusement. . 

She glanced back at him and pouted. 

“Really? Spoiling my fun already?” 

The older vampire quirked an eyebrow at her, and she rolled her eyes. “Fine.” 

She let the werewolf drop to the ground, stepping over him to make her way around the table. 

“We need to talk,” she said in a low voice. 

James nodded and stood up from the table. Snapping his fingers, two of his guards removed Rumlow, his friends following swiftly behind him. 

“Come with me.” He led the way down the hallway of the club to his office. “Drink?” he offered, pulling two glasses from his bottom desk drawer. 

“Do you have the good stuff? Or just the hooch you’re serving to the poor jerks out there?” She asked him, her lips curling into a smirk as she looked around his office. 

He shot her a mildly disdainful look. “You think I’d drink that bathtub gin.” He pulled two crystal bottles from the drawer. “My finest whiskey or fresh O-negative?” 

“Whiskey.” She stated, rather plainly. 

He nodded and poured them both a drink. “I take it this isn’t a social call, but it’s good to see you, doll.” 

A small smile graced her lips in spite of the serious nature of her visit. “It’s good to see you too, James.”

“Now, what’s wrong, sanguinis mei?” He asked her, a hint of worry evident in his tone. 

Warmth filled her chest at the term of endearment, and she was reminded of the first time he had called her that, all those decades ago during one of her first nights at Bran Castle. 

He had stopped by the guest room to give her her daylight ring, and found the young vampire feeling rather nervous about the choice she had made. While she had chosen to become a vampire, and had acknowledged that she had a lot to learn about this life, that did not mean that she was free of her guilt. She had killed the man who had tortured her, and surely, she had retained a bit of her humanity when it came to her guilt. 

Thankfully, Sir James understood all too well about the guilt, for he himself had always felt like a monster for the horrific acts he had committed in the war against the Ottomans. That night, they had bonded over that, and Y/N had realized that this man was not as cruel as everyone made him out to be. He had a big heart, but it seemed that only Natasha had been able to see that. After that night, so did Y/N. 

“Natasha missed our rendezvous.” She replied, letting out a nervous sigh as she sipped her drink. 

“What?” James quipped, raising his brow as he sat at his desk. 

“We were supposed to meet two days ago. Here. But she never showed.” She stated, clearly worried for her sire. “You know she’s not one to miss our rendezvous like this, James.” 

“Any idea on where she could be?” He asked. 

“There were rumors of a hunter in the area.” Y/N informed him. “I think he has her.” 

“What’s his name?” 

“Steve Rogers.” 

James growled. 

“I take it you know him.” She noted, not entirely surprised by his reaction. 

“We’ve never met, but he’s caused a few problems for me in the past.” He replied with a sigh. “I know his usual haunts. I’ll take care of it.” 

“We will take care of it.” She clarified, clearly not wanting to sit this one out. 

“No, you’re staying here, sanguinis mei.” James told her, though it came out sounding more like an order. 

“Like hell. She’s my sire,” she reminded him. 

“Which is exactly why I’m not about to put you anywhere near the man who kidnapped her.” He was clearly protective of her. 

“You’re not putting me anywhere. I’m going. End of discussion.” She stated, rather sternly. There was a time when she had been intimidated by him, but those days were clearly behind them. 

James cursed something in Romanian, which had become a habit of his. 

“That was rude.” she deadpanned; she clearly understood what he had said, considering that she had spent quite a few years of her immortal life in Romania. 

“You are just as infuriating as Natasha. Fine. If you insist, let's get you ready. As pretty as that dress is, it’s not exactly stealth.” As gorgeous as you look in it, he’d wanted to say, but he decided to refrain from that. 

“Honestly, I expected more from the famous Black Widow,” Steve Rogers mocked as he leaned against the wall. “But you really don’t have much fight in you at all. Do you?” 

Natasha snorted indelicately. “I have only ever fought people I thought were a threat to me. And you, Rogers, are most definitely not.” 

“We’ll see about that,” He marched forward dragging the chair she was strapped to across the floor towards the other end of the room, where a single window allowed in the first rays of daylight. 

“A lovely view. Your method of intimidation needs work.” 

His smile turned smug as he appraised her. “Taunt all you want. When daylight comes, you’re nothing more than a pile of ash. Just like the rest of your kind.” 

Natasha held back a scoff. Little did he know. That light wasn’t going to do anything to her. 

“You don’t look worried.” 

“Maybe I know something you don’t.”

He placed his hands over hers on each arm of the chair, leaning in close.  “Or maybe you think I’m as dumb as the other hunters you’ve come up against. Think again.”

Nat’s eyes went wide as the hunter slipped her daylight ring from her finger. Their existence was a well kept secret even among her own kind. She’d never met a hunter who knew about them. 

“Not so mouthy now are you?” 

Natasha swallowed the worry that was beginning to gnaw in her gut and offered him a saccharine smile. She needed to bide her time. “You’re going to regret this.” 

“No, Miss Rushman. I really don’t think I will-” 

“Think again,” James hissed as he placed a blade against Steve’s neck. 

Y/N moved quickly, dragging Natasha away from the window before releasing her. 

“Well, if it isn’t the man himself. James Buchanan Barnes, New York’s own godfather,” Steve greeted conversationally. 

“You’ve been a thorn in my side for a while now, Rogers, give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now.” The vampire growled, tightening his grip on the blade. 

“Because I'm more useful to you on your payroll.” The hunter stated, rather cockily. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Oh come on, you’re a smart man. I’m the best hunter there is. I’ve taken down more of your kind than I can count.” He boasted. 

“That’s not saying much,” Y/N sneered. 

Natasha hushed her with a warning look.  

“You’re not really selling me on not killing you right now, pal.” James pressed the blade harder. 

“Look, I’m not some fanatic. I know I’ll never kill every last one of you. But being a hunter is a thankless job. I figure if I work for you, I can get paid to kill vampires and whatever other monsters you want taken out. It’s a win win.” Steve explained, hoping that he could convince James. 

“Or I keep my money. Kill you, and put your head on pike as a message to all those who would cross me.” James suggested, his eyes burning bright red as his fangs peeked through his lips. 

Steve’s undoubtedly witty reply was cut off by a series of deafening howls. 

“Rumlow?” Y/N asked and James nodded. 

“What the hell is he doing all the way out here?” Natasha asked. 

“They probably followed us here hoping to get a shot at killing us,” James explained, more annoyed at the interruption than anything. 

“And why would they do that?” The red-head asked in confusion. 

“Why don’t you ask your protege over there?” 

“Y/N,” Natasha’s voice held a warning tone. 

“He was rude. So I pinned him to the wall. By his throat,” she added innocently. 

Steve barked out a laugh, which he regretted when the blade broke the skin. 

“Is this what it was like dealing with me?” Natasha questioned. 

The howling continued, moving ever closer.  

“It is still what it’s like dealing with you,” James shot back, gesturing to the situation at hand. 

Steve took the opportunity to wrestle out of the vampire’s hold, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Here, let’s make a deal. I’ll help with your werewolf problem. If I do a good job, you hire me. If I betray you, you can kill me.” 

“Win win,” James mocked. 

The wolves had surrounded the building and were clearly getting ready to launch an offensive. Steve returned the daylight ring and her weapons to Natasha before picking up two crossbows and two quivers of bolts. He offered them to James and Y/N. “Top floor has windows on all sides. You should be able to get off clean shots before they manage to climb the building.” He turned to Natasha. “You can come with me and we’ll take them on, hand to hand.” 

“No way. I’m coming with you. Natasha, Y/N. Cover us.” James argued. 

“You know these bolts won’t do anything to werewolves except piss them off right?” Y/N asked. 

“These will do more than that,” Steve assured her. 

Natasha plucked one from the quiver and examined the tip. “Silver plated. You really are smarter than the average hunter.” 

“Told you.” 

A grating voice cut off the interaction. “Come out, come out, Barnes. We’ll see whose luck is holding out tonight.” 

James shared a look with both Natasha and Y/N before nodding once. They disappeared up the stairs, taking positions at opposite windows. 

“So why did you let him catch you?” Y/N asked conversationally as she took aim at a hulking brute of a werewolf who’d posted himself on the hill behind the house. 

“I was bored. And I thought he’d be good for the team.” Natasha responded with a shrug. 

“Did you recruit him?” The younger vampire asked curiously. 

“No, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hoping for this.” 

“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.” Y/N pointed out. “James could still rip his throat out.” 

“He won’t. James knows that he’s either good enough to catch me or I thought he was good enough to let him catch me.” The red-head clarified. “Either way…” 

“He’ll give him a chance.” She concluded. “You really do always get your way don’t you.”

“Mhmm.”  

Downstairs, James glared at the blonde.   “Let’s go. I’m giving you this chance. But just know, Rogers. You make one move against me or them and I’ll make you wish I killed you.” 

Steve smirked and snapped a mock salute. “Message received, sir.” 

Rumlow managed to sneer at James for a whole three seconds before the look was wiped off his face by a right cross. “Oh you are going to pay for that.” 

James did not pay for that. 

Steve had slipped out the back of the building and was able to take out two of them while Natasha and Y/N picked off another four together. James walked away from Rumlow’s body, barely rumpled. Steve had  tussled with another wolf and bore a few scratches but nothing too bad. James could tell from the smell that the blood on his shirt was not his. The vampire had to acknowledge that the fight would have been much harder without his silver plated weapons. Maybe Rogers would prove useful after all. 

As he walked back towards the building he noticed Steve reach for something in his pocket. A revolver his mind recognized a moment too late. Steve managed to get the shot off before James could react. The bullet raced towards him and whizzed past his ear, directly into the werewolf about to charge him. The beast crumpled to the ground motionless. 

“How?” James questioned. 

“Silver bullets.” He replied. 

“You had a gun that shot silver bullets and you gave us crossbows?” Y/N huffed, unimpressed. 

“Guns make it too easy. Where’s the fun in that?” The hunter remarked with a rather snarky grin. 

Natasha laughed, and Y/N shared a look with James. 

“Welcome to the team, Rogers. Don’t forget, you take your orders from me.” James told him. 

“Of course.” He eyed Nat who looked entirely too pleased with herself. “Who else would I take orders from? You won’t regret this, Bucky.” 

“I already do,” he sighed.

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Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 5) - FINALE

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Summary: He finally returned, where he was always meant to be. 

Word Count: 4662

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Hunter!Steve Rogers, Werewolf!Sam Wilson

Warnings: Mild Angst

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers​!

Bucky stepped out of the cab and glanced at the line outside of Sanguis, what was once his speakeasy that was now the one of the hottest clubs in Brooklyn. The line stretched down the block and around the corner. 

Humming lightly to himself, he straightened his jacket and strode straight toward the front door, but was stopped by the bouncer. 

“Back of the line, man.” 

Bucky chuckled and moved to push past him, but the man stopped him again. 

“I said back of the line.” 

Bucky tilted his head, shocked by the audacity of this - he sniffed - werewolf. “Do you know who I am?” 

“Should I?” he countered. 

Straightening to his full height, Bucky’s eyes were an icy blue. “I am the owner of this club.” 

The bouncer leaned his head back and laughed. “My boss would disagree with you there.” 

“No, I really don’t think Y/N would,” Bucky informed him with a smug look. 

His eyes narrowed at Y/N’s name. Before he could speak, his earpiece crackled slightly as his orders came in. “Are you sure?” he murmured into the mic on his sleeve. Continuing after a pause for the other person’s response. “Alright. On my way.” He turned to address Bucky. “ You can follow me.” 

Bucky gestured for him to lead the way, cockiness radiating off him.  A tall broad man with long blonde hair nodded at them as he passed to take over on the door. 

Bucky stayed a couple of steps behind the bouncer though he knew the way to the office. Outside the door he knocked twice. 

“Enter.” 

Bucky’s heart thudded in his chest. It had been nearly seventy years since he’d heard her voice. 

He took a deep breath before stepping into the room. He froze, drinking her in. 

Y/N sat behind the very same desk he used to use. Her off the shoulder black leather jacket wrapped around her, baring her neck and shoulders to him, long silver chain dipping beneath it. Her black spandex clad legs were crossed at the ankle where she propped them up on the desk. Classic black four inch pumps completed the look. Even her makeup was dark and smokey, not even a hint of her signature red color, his stomach twisted at the realization.

She smiled at the man beside him and it was blinding. “Thank you, Sam. I’d like you to meet Bucky Barnes, the former owner of this fine establishment.” 

Bucky’s brow furrowed at the term former.

“So he’s not just full of shit.” 

Y/N chuckled. “Well, I didn’t say that. Bucky, this is Sam Wilson, head of security for Sanguis and my right hand man.” 

“NIce to meet you,” Bucky inclined his head and offered his hand. 

Sam shook it and hummed as he looked him up and down. “Interesting. Do you need anything else, boss?” he asked with a pointed look. 

Her smile was soft and fond as she looked at him. “No, I’m good. Thank you, Sam. Go help Thor with the door. There’s been rumors of some troublemakers trying to get in.” 

“Not on my watch,” he assured her before turning on his heel. “Door open or closed?” he asked with a gap toothed grin. 

She rolled her eyes at him. “Closed please.” 

He shot her a salute and closed the door behind him. 

She finally brought herself to look at Bucky. “What can I do for you, Bucky?” she asked in a polite tone, overly cheerful even. 

He pulled off his jacket and laid it over the back of the chair, putting his hands in his pockets as he shrugged. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by.” 

She huffed slightly at his words, arching an eyebrow at him. 

“Natasha and Steve invited me for the anniversary party. I couldn’t really miss the century celebration.” He pointed out. 

“Why not? You’ve missed seventy years of that time. Oh wait, it was just me that you cut out. Guess you weren’t that much of a danger to the rest of your clan.” She stated, the bitterness she felt certainly dripping from her voice as she spoke. 

“Y/N…” 

“I know they’ve seen you. That they talk to you regularly. Hell, you and Steve have a poker night once a month. But not once in seventy years did you say a word to me.” She pulled her feet off the desk, folding her hands on the desk as she looked at him. “So what do you want, Bucky?” Her voice was quiet, steady, resigned, none of the fire she had had in his office when she called him a coward. 

Bucky bit his lip as he tried to come up with the words. “The club looks great. I like what you did on the upper floors. Why did you call me the former owner of the place?”

“Because you are. I bought you out over fifty years ago.” She replied, as a matter of factly. 

“What?” 

“When I bought the rest of the building, I made an offer to your shell corp that you’d made for whatever reason. They accepted, I’m guessing on your behalf. I can show you the contract if you like.” She opened the drawer of her desk but he waved her off. 

“I believe you.” His mouth twitched into a frown as he thought back to the seventies. He’d gone on an extended sabbatical and left his business affairs to his own right hand man, Loki Laufeyson. He definitely owed him a phone call. “You’ve done well for yourself.” 

“I had good people around me, after the Howlies settled here permanently it was easier to expand the business - strengthen the clan.” She explained, not that she had to tell him anything considering that he had been the one who abandoned them all. 

“I was right about you. Born to lead.” He told her, almost beaming with a sense of pride. 

She preened for a moment before shaking herself out of it. “Seriously, Bucky, why did you come here tonight? The party isn’t until next week.”

“Your sire’s sire can’t stop by his club? Former club, I guess.” He sighed. 

“No. No he can’t. Not when he walked away from me without a thought,” she hissed. “I don’t know what you thought was going to happen when you came here, Bucky. Maybe that I’d fall to my knees? Tell me how much I missed you? Tell you how much I wished you were here every second of the past seventy years? But that’s not me. You told me once that Natasha and I were forged in fire. And fire doesn’t shed tears. I think it’s time for you to go.” 

Bucky felt like he’d been stabbed in the heart again. She was right of course and he deserved every word of it. He sucked his lips in before blowing out a long breath. “If that’s what you want.” He picked up his jacket and headed for the door, but as he reached for the handle he stopped, turning back to her. “The reason I came here was to apologize and to tell you that you were right seventy years ago.” 

Her curiosity got the best of her. “About what?” 

“That I was a coward. But you were wrong about me leaving you without a second thought. You are all that I have thought of since Natasha brought you into my home, into my family. I left after that night in Azzano because I couldn’t get the image of you gasping for air with my hand around your neck out of my head. Sure, I felt horrible about hurting Steve and Natasha, but it was you that haunted me the most. I almost killed you. I became the beast I always feared and you were the one to pay the price. I’d convinced myself over the centuries that I wasn’t a monster, that I’d done what I’d done to survive and to protect people. But that day I failed to protect the person who meant the most to me in the world. I couldn’t risk it happening again, so I left.” He finally offered her the explanation that she had been owed, though it had taken him a little less than a century to do so. 

“And you think that somehow it hurts less than the crushed windpipe? Natasha was right, you are an idiot.” Y/N shook her head. 

He nodded, certainly agreeing with her last statement. “Yeah, Natasha’s always been right about me. I had planned to come back eventually, but you found me in Shelbyville and you asked me to come back and that's all I wanted to do. But I needed time. The poison fucked me up in more ways than I could have anticipated. It didn’t just burn out of my system, it changed. I couldn’t control when I would go feral. At that point it was triggered by any strong emotion. Positive or negative. I killed people without even knowing it.” 

Y/N’s mouth opened in surprise and she quickly shut it. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I was going to but the words all came out wrong. I was starting to get agitated and I was afraid I was going to hurt you again. I had to get you to leave and before I knew it I had told you I couldn’t see a future with you when that is the furthest thing from the truth.” Bucky knew that there was no point in lying to her now, not when he had stalled on saying these words to her for all these years. 

“God, Bucky, I wasn’t asking you to marry me. I was asking you to not shut me out. I could have helped you. I didn’t need everything from you, but-”

“You didn’t, but I did.” Bucky cut her off. “Y/N, I couldn’t have come back and not been with you. Do you know the meaning behind the necklace I gave you before Azzano? And the ring?”

She looked down at the necklace she’d been playing with unconsciously. “I assumed it was just a pretty necklace,” she admitted. 

At her words, he could not help but let out a soft chuckle. “It’s a betrothal necklace I had made before I was turned. I hadn’t met anyone that I wanted to give it to, but with the way the war was going I wanted to be ready if I did. I had wanted to give it to you since the day I gave you your daylight ring.You are the only woman I’ve ever wanted.” 

“And the ring?” 

“The Barnes family signet ring. My father would leave it with my mother when he had to go away, as a promise that he would come back and reclaim it. I always meant to come back to you. I just had to be sure you’d be safe when I did. Because you’ve always stirred strong emotions in me, you’d be the most likely to be hurt.” At that moment, he knew that he could not wait any longer to proclaim his true feelings to her, as he had made her wait far too long for his return. “I love you, sanguinis mei. I always have.” 

“James,” his real name slipped out and Bucky couldn’t help the small smile at the butterflies he felt hearing it after all this time. “I- I have a lot to think about.” 

Bucky’s heart plummeted into his stomach, but he couldn’t blame her. “I understand. I’ll be around throughout the party. Just call me if you want to talk.” He gestured to the ring next to his daylight ring. Wanda’s communication devices. She’d boosted the spell so it should work city wide. 

“I will.” She nodded. 

“It was good to see you, Y/N. I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” she admitted. 

“Have a good night.” He bid her farewell before turning back to leave the office.       

“Good night, James.” 

Once Bucky had left Y/N stared at the wall for turning over all of the new information she’d received. She couldn’t make heads or tails of how she felt about any of it. A knock on her door finally pulled her from her thoughts. “Who is it?” 

“Your favorite werewolf.” Responded the rather familiar voice from behind the door. 

“Dum dum?” 

Sam opened the door and peeked his head in. “That was cold.” 

She let out a rather playful laugh before waving him over. “Come on in.” 

He closed the door behind him and sat down across from her. “You okay? You haven’t left the office since Count Stupid left.” 

“He wasn’t a count. That was Dracula. James was a knight.” She clarified. 

“Fine, since Sir Stupid left.” Sam corrected himself. “Did he do anything to hurt you? I can go kill him if you want.” 

Y/N smiled at her friend. She could always count on Sam to be on her side. As much as she loved her sire and her hunter husband, their allegiances would always be split. They loved her and Bucky equally. But Sam was her friend first, and he’d always made that abundantly clear. 

“He didn’t do anything to hurt me. Well, not recently anyway. And I don’t need you going after my sire’s sire. He’s still part of the clan. Technically he could even still reclaim his place as head of the clan if he wanted to.” She reminded him. 

Sam shook his head. “Barnes may be the start of the bloodline, but he is not the head of this clan. We follow you and you alone.” 

“Thank you, Sam.” She told him, genuinely. 

“So what happened? Why’s he back now?” Sam was curious about the vampire’s return

“Natasha and Steve’s anniversary party. I guess.” She shrugged. 

“And he came here to…” He trailed off, hoping to get an answer. 

“You’re fishing, Sam.” 

“You gotta give me something. The guy rolls up to the club acting like he owns the place, finds out that he kinda did, and has my favorite vampire lady all twisted up inside.” It was no secret that he was worried about his boss. 

“Bucky walked away from me a long time ago, and I guess he wanted to explain why.” 

“And did he?” Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

She could only nod. 

“Was it a good reason?” 

“To be determined.” She replied. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“Can you keep an eye on everything here?” She asked him. 

“Of course. It’s after daybreak, so it’s just the regulars.” He told her with a nod.

“It’s morning?” She asked him, her eyes growing wide. 

“Yeah, you’ve been staring at a wall for about six hours.” Sam replied as he shook his head in disbelief. 

“Shit.” Clearly, Y/N had lost track of time. 

“Maybe you should sleep first.” He suggested, though he knew that she wouldn’t take it. 

“Yeah, no. That’s not gonna happen.” She shook her head. 

“I kinda figured. Get out of here then. And call me if you need anything.” 

“I will. Thanks, Sam.” She waved him goodbye.

“Anything for you.” 

Y/N had hoped that the fresh air and morning light would help her see things more clearly, but it was just as jumbled out here as in her office. After confirming her sire’s whereabouts, she jumped on her motorcycle and took off. 

“Natasha?” she called as she let herself into the brownstone. 

“In the kitchen.” 

“Did you make coffee?” Y/N asked as she walked into the kitchen, eyeing the coffee mugs. 

Natasha shook her head. “No, this is vodka. But Steve says I’m not allowed to use shot glasses before 11 AM.” 

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes but took the mug anyway. 

“I take it that Bucky went to see you last night.” She asked, her eyebrows raised. 

“What gave it away?” She asked her sire, and took a sip of her vodka from the coffee mug. Thank God, she was a vampire. She could metabolize alcohol a lot faster, so there was no worry about her being drunk before noon.  

“He told me when he came back in a similar state of distress.” 

“What does he have to be distressed about?” Y/N snapped. 

Natasha put her hands up in surrender. “Easy, tiger.” 

“Sorry. I just, I knew that there was a possibility he’d be coming to the party, but I didn’t expect him to just show up at the club like that. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw him on the security cameras.” She admitted with a sigh. 

“If I’d known he was coming early I would have warned you. Honestly I didn’t think he’d come at all.” Natasha admitted, considering that her sire had taken a supposed sabbatical from whatever he had been doing back in Indiana. 

“It’s fine. But, Nat, did you know why he left?” Y/N asked as she leaned against the counter, taking another sip of her vodka before she set down her mug. 

“Not until the eighties maybe. That’s when he first reached out to me.” Nat took a sip of her own drink and let out a sigh. 

“Why did he reach out then?” 

“He felt like he was getting better. Like he had things under control. So he wanted to see me.” She explained. 

“Did he… have things under control?” 

“It was okay at first. But when he asked about you…” Nat paused, biting down on her bottom lip as she tried to find the right words to say. 

“He went feral?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. 

“The emotions were too strong. He couldn’t handle it.” 

“How did you stop him?” She asked. 

“I didn’t need to. His guard sedated him.” 

“So now he can handle me?” Y/N asked, sighing. 

“He can either handle it or Loki managed to make a cure. I honestly don’t know. You’ll have to ask him.” Natasha shrugged. 

Y/N nodded, whole body rocking with her. She tugged her chain out from under her jacket.  “Did you know what this was?”

Natasha sighed and that was enough to answer her question. 

“How could you not tell me it was a betrothal necklace?” She asked, certainly feeling betrayed about being kept in the dark about this, that too by her own sire. 

“I thought you knew when he gave it to you. And when I realized you didn’t, he was gone. I didn’t think it would be helpful.” She stated with a frown, knowing how broken Y/N had been when Bucky had left. 

“How did you know?” 

“He showed it to me once. Early on. Drac had been pushing him to give it to me.” There was a soft chuckle that escaped her lips as the thought of Dracula; oh, how she missed her grand sire. 

Y/N’s eyes grew wide upon hearing her sire’s words. “I didn’t think you and Bucky were…” 

For some reason the very thought made her stomach twist. 

“We weren’t. Drac was a bit of an overeager mom friend, as the kids would say. He thought because Bucky changed me we were meant to be soulmates. We quashed that very quickly, but I was still curious when he mentioned the necklace and he showed it to me.”

“What do you think I should do?” She asked, as Natasha had always been someone whom she leaned on for advice, but now was probably not the best time for it. 

She shook her head. “I can’t answer that. I know how much he hurt you, but I also know that you’ve still held out hope that he’d come back all these years.” 

“What makes you say that?” Y/N raised her brow. 

“You’re still wearing his necklace.and his ring.” 

“The ring is the symbol of my place as the head of the clan.” She tried to explain, though she knew that was more of an excuse to herself to keep wearing it than anything else. 

“Then why do you wear it under your clothes?” 

“How do I know he won’t just run off again if he thinks he’ll hurt me? I don’t think I’ll make it through that again.” Y/N changed the subject, clearly not wanting to give in to her sire’s accusations. 

“That’s a question you’ll have to ask him. But honestly for all his faults, Bucky’s never made the same mistake twice.”  

“This is a mess,” she groaned. 

Natasha refilled her mug with five shots worth of vodka. “Here, this will help.” 

“You know vodka is not always the answer.” Y/N remarked. 

“No, it’s the question. The answer is yes.” 

She snorted and took the mug from her. “Your liver would be nonexistent if you were human.” 

“But luckily I’m not. And neither are you, so drink up.” 

Y/N stayed at the apartment with Natasha for a few hours until Steve texted that he was on his way back from the gym with Bucky.

Over the next few days, she threw herself into her work, only allowing herself to think about him in the bright light of the daytime when she was in bed. Bucky, to his credit, stayed scarce, giving her space to think.

Finally on the day of the anniversary party she called him. Sanguis was dead quiet since it had closed down for the party that night, so she left her office door open for him, pacing behind the desk as she waited for him. 

Bucky was nervous as he entered the club, but he couldn’t deny the hope that had bubbled up in him when she’d called. He stopped in her doorway, knocking rather than just walking in. Her pacing stopped and she turned to look at him. Just like the week before, his eyes drank her in. She was still in all black - boots, jeans, and a wrapped crop top. But this time her lips were a bright red and her betrothal necklace and his ring were visible. He couldn’t help but smile. 

“Hey,” she said quietly, pulling him from his observations. 

“Hi.” 

“Come in, please.”

Bucky nodded and closed the door. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” She told him with a small smile. 

“I’m glad you called.” He returned her smile. 

Instead of sitting down behind the desk, she sat on the couch in the corner of the office gesturing for him to join her. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me last week, and I have questions.” 

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” He told her as he made his way over to the couch, sitting next to her but leaving enough distance between the two of them. 

“Natasha mentioned that you went feral the first time you asked her about me. Is that true?” 

He nodded. “Yes. I had a lot of strong emotions and I got triggered, but Loki was able to subdue me.” 

“Loki is…” She tried to recall. 

“A witch. The guard you slipped past in Shelbyville actually. He’s a siphoner with a lot of contacts. He’d been working with me to control it and cure it if he could.” He explained. 

“And was he able to control it?” 

“Not entirely, but it was muted enough that I could see other people. But I was still triggered by any overwhelming emotion. And you’ve always brought those out in me.” He admitted. 

“So why are you able to come see me now?” She asked him. 

“Loki was finally able to cure me. The drug started to degrade over time, and he was able to make an antidote.” He told her, smiling at the mere possibility of being with her now that he was no longer a danger to her, only if she was willing to accept him, of course. 

“So, you’re back in control.” She noted. 

“I am.” He nodded once more. 

“How long ago did he finish the antidote?” Y/N asked, her brows furrowed slightly. 

“Six months. I wanted to make sure it really worked.” 

She hummed to herself, cracking a small smile as she changed the subject. “Were you going to tell me what the necklace was?” 

“Yes. I had this whole plan with the cake, and I was going to take you out dancing. Properly court you. But we found out about Wanda and everything just came screeching to a halt.” He explained with a sigh. If things had only gone differently...

“Do you still want that?” Y/N asked him, finally looking over at him to meet his eyes. 

“I want you. I have always wanted you and I will always want you.” He told her, genuinely, though he knew that there was a part of her that might not believe those words of his. 

“How do I know that you won’t run away again if something happens?” 

“Because I see now that what I did hurt you more than anything that could have happened. And I will never ever cause you pain like that again.” He reassured her. 

Y/N sighed, mulling over his words. She believed him. And she’d been alone for too long in eternal life to stay away from him. Even if a part of her believed he deserved it, she knew she’d be hurting herself in the end too. “We both know that our lives aren’t always safe. And bad things might happen again, but I need you to promise that you’ll always be honest with me. We can face whatever it is together - as partners.” 

“That’s a fair ask. I’m sorry that I ever put you in that position. I just didn’t know what to do. But you have my word that I will always be honest with you. And the honest truth is that I love you, sanguinis mei,” he breathed out the words. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be special to me, but I could never have guessed in what way. You have always seen me for the man that I wanted to be. And I hope I can spend the rest of forever being that man for you.”

She reached behind her neck, carefully unclasping the silver chain. Bucky’s brow furrowed and his expression fell, that wasn’t what he expected. Y/N slipped the ring off the chain and held it up to him. Seeing his confused and hurt expression, she tilted her head at him in a “calm down, ya dummy” kind of way. “You did say that your father would take his ring back from your mother when he returned right? Well, don’t you think it’s time you reclaimed it then? I love you, James. And  I want to be with you.” 

Bucky’s face lit up and he surged forward kissing her. She sank into it for just a moment before pulling back and pointing her finger at him. 

“But if you ever run from me like that again I will stab you... again.” She told him as she laughed, though she wasn’t joking, not really. 

“And I’d let you. I’m not making that mistake again. You’re stuck with me. Forever.” He told her, leaning in to kiss her one more time. 

“Forever’s a long time.” 

“Not long enough.” 

Now it was her turn to lean forward and capture his lips. He was right. Forever definitely wasn’t long enough.                                                                    

When the pair walked into the party hand in hand later that night, no one was surprised. Though there were a few people who groaned as they handed over crisp bills to their friends. Y/N was radiant in a slinky bright red dress, and her betrothal necklace had been returned to its original ribbon and sat precisely in the hollow of her throat. Bucky was dressed in all black with a smug smile, fangs poking out. The pair looked every bit the part of the supernatural royalty they were. Clan Barnes was about to become an empire. 

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Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 4)

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Summary: A whole decade after James left the clan, Y/N goes after him in hopes of bringing him back home. 

Word Count: 1142

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Hunter!Steve Rogers

Warnings: ANGST

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers​!

He’s gone. 

Those two words had imprinted themselves in Y/N’s mind ever since Natasha had uttered them to her ten years ago. 

“What do you mean he’s gone? That’s not possible. He’s- he can’t be. You said the healers could save him!” she cried. 

“They did. He’s alive. He made a full recovery. But once he was back on his feet he took off.” 

“He took off? Without saying anything?” Her hand reached up to touch the necklace he’d given her just before this all started. 

“He said he was sorry. And he asked me to give you this.” Natasha pulled the item from her pocket and offered it to Y/N. 

She stared down at the familiar ring before looking back to her sire. “Why?” 

“He didn’t say. But my guess is that he wants you to take his place.” The older woman noted. 

“But that should be you. He’s your sire. You were his second in command.” While a part of her could not believe that James would ever want her to take his place, she knew that Natasha deserved that honour more than anyone else.

“And I like it that way. I work best in the shadows. You’re better suited for taking over the empire.” Natasha kept her other assumption to herself. It wouldn’t be helpful to share it with Bucky on the run. 

“Do you think he’ll come back?” Y/N wondered. 

“Eventually. Forever is a long time.” 

There was a sigh that escaped her lips upon hearing her sire’s words. “Yeah, I guess it is.” 

Y/N toyed with the signet ring, changing it from one hand to the other, as she sat in the back of the cab on her way from Indianapolis to Shelbyville. 

“This is it,” the cab driver announced as he pulled up to the estate. “Would you like me to wait for you, Miss?” 

“That won’t be necessary. Thank you so much.” She handed over a wad of bills, more than enough to cover her fare and a generous tip. Stepping out of the cab, she smoothed the front of her red and black dress before fluffing her skirt slightly. Her stride was confident as she approached the gate. 

A tall man in a dark black suit and even darker hair stepped out of a gatehouse. A witch - she could smell the magic on him. 

“Good morning, Miss. How can I help you?” He inquired, his manner quite formal. 

“I have an appointment with Mr. Barnes this morning.” Y/N replied. 

“I’m quite sure that Mr. Barnes does not have any appointments scheduled today.” He stated, his eyebrow raised at this strange woman. 

“It seems you’re mistaken, Mr. Laufeyson.” 

“I don’t believe I am. I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Miss.” His eyes were stern at the intruder, though he did not get defensive at that moment. 

The phone in the gatehouse rang before he could lay hands on her to escort her off the property. Probably the best for him - doing magic one handed is so troublesome. 

Y/N used his distraction to blur past the gate and into the estate. She stopped short just inside the door, James’ scent overwhelming her. She sniffed carefully and picked the freshest scent and followed it to an office on the second floor. 

The door was open just a crack and she slipped inside silently. All she could see was the back of his chair, but she knew he’d sensed her presence.  

“So this is where you’ve been hiding. You need better security.” She sank down into the chair waiting for him to turn around. “Not even going to look at me after I came all this way?” 

A long sigh escaped him as he turned his chair. 

Her heart thudded in her chest at the sight of him. The last time she had seen him he’d been lying on a hospital cot burning through a synthetic poison. 

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He inquired. 

“I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by.”  She quipped. 

“Try that again.” 

“I’ve come to bring you home. Your clan needs you.” She reminded him. 

“Natasha and Steve are on their honeymoon in god knows where, and you are doing just fine on your own. As I knew you would. My clan is better off without me.” Bucky pointed out. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I nearly wiped out my clan, Y/N. I nearly killed all three of you. And I would have if it weren’t for your… quick thinking.” His voice was calm. Resigned. 

“That wasn’t you, James. You were poisoned. You didn’t have control.” She tried to reason with him. 

“Precisely. I underestimated my opponent. I lost control and became the very monster I always feared I would be. And it nearly cost your life. It’s not a mistake I’ll make again.” He sighed. 

“James, please. Come home with me.” Y/N practically begged him. 

Bucky’s grip on his chair tightened and his jaw ticked as he warred within himself. “I don’t have a home, Y/N. Not with you.” 

Y/N gasped, her heart fracturing at his words. 

“Well, in that case.” She reached up to unclasp the necklace, but he stopped her grabbing her hand. 

“Don’t.”

She looked up to him, hope blooming for just a moment. 

“I told you when I gave you the necklace. There was no one else I could imagine giving it to. It’s yours. Something to remember me by,” he added. 

The hope dissipated like smoke. 

“I guess that’s that then.” She slipped the ring off her finger but his hand closed around hers once again. 

“You have earned the right to lead. You are the leader of this clan. It is yours by blood rite.”  He insisted. 

“Why?” she couldn’t help the question that slipped out. 

“You are meant to rule. I knew it the moment I met you. It’s a shame I won’t be there to see it.” 

Fury sparked deep within Y/N. “You could be,” she hissed, eyes glowing red. “You’re choosing not to be out of some bullheaded attempt to what? Save face?” 

“I’m choosing this to protect you,” he argued back, trying to keep his temper in check. 

“I can protect myself, James. Even from you. You’re just being a coward. So much for the brave Sir James,” she said his title in a breathy tone before scoffing. “Maybe you’re right. The clan does need a stronger leader. One who won’t abandon them at the first sign of trouble.” 

“Y/N-” 

“Have a nice eternity, Bucky. Clan Barnes is in good hands.” With that she stormed out of the office before he could utter a word. That didn’t go to plan. 

Groaning, Bucky slammed his head against the desk. “How could I be so stupid?”

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Sanguis Sanguinis Mei | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 1)

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Summary: Y/N arrives at Bran Castle with her sire to meet the infamous Sir James Barnes of Transylvania. 

Word Count: 2164

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Death, War Crimes, Blood, Murder

A/N: This fic is a collaboration between @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend and myself, and we decided to write a Vampire AU in honour of Halloween. I’m really excited to share this with you all, because Naynay and I enjoyed writing this so much. Divider credit to @whimsicalrogers​!

Almost everyone in Europe knew about the legend of Vlad the Impaler, the ruthless Voivode of Wallachia who was known for his brutal acts of war against the Ottoman and Hungarian forces. Vlad’s army was said to be the most cruel during the 1400s, led by Sir James of Transylvania, his most trusted soldier and General. Most people believed that it was Vlad who had the bodies of his enemies impaled on large spikes to scare off his enemies, but Sir James had been the mind behind it all. The true impaler, though he never liked to take the credit for his acts. Perhaps that was why no one really knew about Sir James. 

Vlad was the last of his bloodline of pureblood vampires, and as a reward for Sir James’ bravery, he had turned him. Although Vlad saw this as an honour, Sir James thought otherwise. While immortality was indeed a blessing, the fact that he now had the thirst for blood made him feel like he had become a monster. As if he hadn’t already been a monster to begin with. 

The loss of his humanity hadn’t destroyed Sir James’ spirit, for he had found himself heading East to attack the Romanov Dynasty in the 1500s. 

But what he had not expected to find on his quest was someone he least unexpected. Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the granddaughter of Anastasia Romanova and Ivan the Terrible who was presumed to have been miscarried but had actually been hidden away following her father’s death at the hands of her grandfather. 

Natalia had been raised in secrecy by a nursemaid, but when the Grand Prince of Moscow had found that his granddaughter had survived, he had sent his men to have her killed. Thankfully, Sir James had found the Crown Princess as she had been left for dead, and reluctantly turned her despite the fact that he had made a vow not to turn anyone into the monster he had become. Natalia owed her life to Sir James, and their friendship had stayed strong for centuries. Following her turn, she returned to Moscow to avenge her father’s murder, but she would always owe her debts to Sir James. 

It was during the 1600s when Vlad the Impaler saw his demise. When an elite group of vampire hunters got wind of the Wallachian ruler hiding out in Transylvania, they raided the castle and managed to kill him and his army of vampires. Thankfully, Sir James’ anonymity had left him unscathed and he had escaped the massacre and fled to Russia. 

Fifty years later though, James returned to his hometown of Transylvania, taking Vlad’s place at Bran Castle. Although the castle had been where Vlad had died, no one knew that the rightful owner of it was Sir James himself. No one except Natasha Romanoff. 

The castle was even larger than Y/N could have imagined. This new life seemed to have a lot of the things she could never imagine. When she had first asked Natasha to turn her, she never would have expected to find herself at the doorstep of Sir James of Transylvania. Yet, there she was. 

She had heard the stories about Vlad the Impaler, but had not been aware of his most trusted general until now. From her sire’s words, she knew that this man was someone she trusted. But given his history with the most ruthless ruler in all of Europe, she was still rather apprehensive about being there. 

Y/N followed  Natasha through the imposing wooden doors. It was colder inside than she expected, but she was certain the chill had nothing to do with temperature. 

“Tasha, are you sure I should be here?” 

“Yes. You two need to be introduced. It’s important. It will be fine, Pодная. Do you trust me?” Natasha asked her, the tone of her voice almost the same as James’ had been all those centuries ago when he had turned her. 

She nodded. “With my life.” 

“Wait here.” 

Natasha moves through the hallways with purpose. There’s only one place her sire would be at this time of night. 

The door to the war room was slightly ajar when Natasha reached the top of the stairs. 

“Good evening, Talia.” 

“My lord.” She inclined her head ever so slightly to show her deference. When she looked up, she noted the drawn look on his face. “You look tired, James.” 

“I do not tire, Natasha.” 

“Fine, you look old then.” She snickered. 

He might be the most powerful man in the world, but to her, he was just her good friend. 

James huffed and leaned back against his map table, crossing his arms over his chest. “What brings you back this way?” 

“I have a favour to ask. And an introduction to make.” 

“An introduction? How intriguing.” James clicked his tongue.” You’re normally such a misanthrope. Is it someone to do business with?” 

Her gaze narrowed. “No. It’s more personal than that.” 

There was some softness in his smile, despite the fangs poking out. “Talia, are you in love?” 

“Time has made you no less stupid, James.” She retorted. “No, I’m not in love with Y/n. But she is like family.” 

James hissed and arched an eyebrow. “Like family. Or…” 

“She is family. My family. And yours…” She stated, rather hesitantly. Natasha was well aware that James never intended for his bloodline to grow, so she was unsure of how he might react to the news that she had turned someone. 

“Natasha, you swore that you wouldn’t. You know the burden.” He pointed out, clearly disappointed. 

“I know. And I didn’t just make this decision on a whim. And neither did she…” 

“She chose this life?” He asked, incredulously. 

“She did.” She responded. 

“And how, pray tell, did she know what she was choosing?” 

This was the part Natasha had not been looking forward to. She needed to say it quickly in an effort to mitigate his reaction. “Her father and fiance were hunters a few villages away from where I had been staying. Some of the villagers suspected what I was and alerted them.” 

“I didn’t take you for a fool, Natasha.” He snapped. 

“Watch yourself, James. Y/N warned me of her father and fiance’s plans. And she begged me to turn her and take her with me.” She explained. 

“And you agreed?” 

“Of course not. I thanked her and sent her on her way, wary of her intentions. I expected an ambush and none came.” 

“So why did you not just flee?” He asked, still not understanding how things had turned out the way they had. 

A sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “Word had travelled too quickly. I would have been followed. I needed to kill the hunters.” 

“And did you?” 

Her smile was vicious and all too satisfied. “Of course. I started with the father. I collected all of his texts and instructions on how to kill us and more than a few trophies. And then set the house ablaze.” 

“And the fiance?” He inquired. 

“I found him and Y/N in the woods behind their cabin. He was going to kill her for helping me.” 

“So you killed him and turned her?” 

“Presumptions do you no favors. I was going to kill him, but Y/N stabbed him before I could. She pleaded her case with me once again, and I decided to take her with me. She had nothing left in the village, and the others would surely come for her... and me. I figured she could at least be useful in identifying them.” Natasha explained, hoping that James would now understand that she had a reason for turning Y/N. 

“And was she?” He continued. 

“Immensely. Her father had tried to keep her in the dark, but when her brother was maimed and killed she went looking for answers. She found her father’s texts.” 

“And instead of despising us, she became enamored with our way of life?” He scoffed.

“She wanted a way out. I brought her with me after we had killed the last of the hunters but I didn’t turn her. I showed her the life and let her make her own choices. She chose this.” She insisted. 

“But the power that Vlad’s blood holds. It’s too much. I should have been the last. I should never have turned you.” James let out a sigh as he shook his head. It was still his biggest regret. 

“I am grateful you did, James. Just as Y/N is grateful I changed her. She can bear the weight of the power. She will be a great vampire. She already has great control of her bloodlust. She has not killed a single human.” She vouched. 

“She killed her fiance, Talia,” James reminded her. 

“Only because he deserved it. You did not begrudge me collecting my own blood debts.” She pointed out. 

“No, I did not.”  James sighed, resigned to Natasha’s whims. As was the way of their relationship. Most would probably think she was his sire instead of the other way around. “I suppose this favor is a daylight ring for the fledgling?” 

Natasha nodded. “If you would be so kind. They’re difficult to find in the countryside. And I thought you would want to meet the newest member of the clan. Come along. It’s time to meet her. She only has a few more hours until daylight when she’lll need to hide.” 

“I’ll have Peter draw the curtains so she can roam freely.” He offered, knowing that this fledgling’s time in his castle should not seem like a prison sentence. 

“Thank you, my liege,” she drew out the last word. 

“Have I mentioned lately that you were a hellion before I turned you?” 

“And proud of it. Now stop pouting. You have a reputation to uphold.”  She remarked, rather cheekily. 

Y/N was studying the paintings on the wall, wondering if any of the portraits were of Sir James himself. It was only due to her enhanced hearing that she was able to pick out the footsteps approaching before they reached the top of the grand staircase.

Her breath caught in her lungs when she first laid eyes on Sir James. He did indeed have several portraits on the wall, but none of them did him justice. They failed to capture the icy blue of his eyes, which locked onto hers with ease. 

She immediately broke her gaze away and sunk to the floor in a deep curtsy, as Natasha had instructed her to do. “My liege.” 

“You may stand up,” he instructed. “You do not need to curtsy here. I am old but I am not that formal.”  

His voice was deep and rich and she was surprised by the mirth in it.

“But Natasha said…” Y/N looked to her sire only to find her suppressing a laugh. 

James followed her gaze and rolled his eyes. “Talia,” he rebuked before returning his attention to Y/N. “The first thing to learn about your sire is that she likes to tease people. I am Sir James, welcome to my home. And my clan.” 

“Thank you, my lord.” 

“You may call me James, Y/N.” 

The warmth in his voice put her at ease. 

“Has Natasha explained to you why you are here?” He asked her.

“To adjust to this new life. To learn.” She replied, rather politely. 

“Indeed. The first few months of this new life can be quite daunting, though I understand that you have already been travelling for a couple of weeks so the very worst is over.” He pointed out with a small smile, his fangs poking through his lips. 

Y/N nodded. 

“It will take some time for me to acquire a daylight ring for you. My witch is yet to return from her trip to Wallachia. Until she returns, it will be best for you to remain here.” He suggested. 

“Of course. Whatever you feel is best.” 

James sighed as he observed her, noting the slight tremble in her hands.  “This is not an imprisonment. My home is your home and you are free to roam as you please. I have feeders that come to me from the surrounding villages several times a week. If you need to feed more frequently we will arrange for more. I know the thirst takes some time to acclimate to.” 

“That is very kind, my… James,” she corrected herself. 

James did not want to admit the thrill that shot through his spine at the phrase “my James” even if it was accidental. He had known Y/N for only a few minutes, a blink of the eye in his very long life. 

“Is there anything you need right now?” He inquired. 

She shook her head. 

“I will have my servant show you to your chambers then. Just ring for them if you need anything.” He offered her a rather warm smile. 

“I will. Thank you.” 

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