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The Burn of Death Pt.1 {Vampire!WilburXReader}

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Part One to a three part short story!

Words: 1378

Content Warnings: Blood, Blood drinking, Death.

Summary: You come face to face.. well more like teeth to neck with a vampire. You make it out but only just. Something feels wrong.

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A blood curdling scream arose from the forest and it came out of you. Nothing but pure terror was running through your veins as you lay on your back, face to face with a myth, a fairy-tale and a horrific fate.

Horrific was the right word but its face seemed to contradict it. Beautiful sharp features illuminated by the setting moonlight, eyes as dark as night looking directly into your tear filled pleading ones.

“Please.. Please! Don’t-” the monster seemed to hesitate for a moment, or maybe he was deciding where to bite. Either way it ignored your pitiful pleas and sunk its teeth directly into your throat, moaning as your sweet, metallic blood began to pour into its mouth.

You screamed, for anyone, anything to help you, you felt as his hand trailed to your jaw lifting it, so he could gain more access. Screams began to fade, as well as your vision but your ears were working and had heard many phallic noises from the beast's throat.

Accepting your fate was not something you were willing to do but it’s not like you had any other choice. Slowly your eyes shut, and senses began to fade one… by one… Until, they didn’t?

You barely made it through, the sun had only just risen above the horizon, you were convinced it was the lights of heaven but a large shadow covered you and a demon-like roar erupted from the beast, he practically jumped off you and retreated back into the forest leaving nothing but a trail of blood, a bite mark, and an extremely traumatised woman.

Time seemed to have frozen, as the sun continued to rise you lay in place, heart racing and you not daring to move as if you were still caught in a life or death situation. Your breaths became slower as did your heart beat, suddenly everything felt like too much, even though you were simply lying on the dirt ground of a forest path.

Against your wishes you rose, carefully scouting your surroundings for the monster that bit you.

You were still shaken up by the event, and rightfully so. You stood, head in hands but one brushed over the bite mark, you shuddered at the thought that you’d practically tasted death.

Although it was light and the vampire could not attack you, you still felt like its eyes were piercing daggers into your skin so you decided to make a swift exit.

As you ventured back to the village, you couldn’t help but look into every dark spot in the forest. The fear of being attacked again was plaguing you, although it was still daylight you feared the vampire would jump out and end you.

A part of you may have wanted to see him again.

But another part of you was aching to get out of the forest, you forgot why you were even stupid enough to come here in the early hours of the morning.

A few days ago you noticed your pet dog, Pluto, missing. This wasn’t really out of the ordinary for him since your home didn’t have a gate and you lived close to the forest where Pluto would love to play.

The sun had begun to set which meant this was 2 full days without Pluto. Something rubbed you the wrong way, Pluto knew to always come back before dark for his dinner, even if he were in the middle of hunting a small rodent, he always came back. Every. Single. Time.

Instead of venturing into the forest in the middle of the night you decided to wake up early the next morning before dawn to search for Pluto.

Searching for him in the early hours may have been a blessing in disguise, you shudder to think about how you would have certainly died if the light of day hadn't been there to save you.

You once again began to feel the burn of something, all over your hands, arms and face. It Couldn’t have been a stare, what was it… Your head began to thump and you felt a little dazed, but the burning was excruciating, it was just impossible to think like this.

The sun suddenly felt like too much to deal with but it was only winter so the sun shouldn’t have really been that unbearable…

You let out a groan and hold your hands close to your body and lean your head down, in attempts to shield the sun from hitting any exposed skin.

There was a town in the distance that was coming to life with the morning sun, a small smile crossed your face and the familiarity brought you the comfort you needed.

You finally started to feel safe.

Only… when you reached the town there was a crowd of a few dozen surrounding something. It piqued your interests so you took a closer look, only to see through the gaps of people, a lifeless body covered in blood.

It’s an image you’d never forget, the lifeless pale body splayed out on the cobblestone road which was then stained with deep maroon blood that poured from two holes on the man's throat.

A gasp escaped your lips which caught the attention of a few people, then you heard an echo of your gasps and accusations were hurled your way.

“She did it!” a woman exclaimed.

“Look at her, she’s as white as paper!” a man angrily accused.

“Vampire! Vampire!” A small child cried.

“Kill her!”

And those were the two words that triggered the fight or flight you didn’t know you had, you quickly turned around and darted in the direction you came from but at the speed of light.

In about 2 seconds you were already deep into the forest on its dirt path, although you could still hear the townspeople angrily yelling.

The sensory overload was taking a toll on you and the burning from the sun just wouldn’t stop so you ran deeper into the dark shaded forest for a moment of relief. After 5 seconds of running, the blur dizzied you so you stopped with a sudden halt, which caused you to fall over onto your hands and knees.

Finally, you felt some sort of relief although there was an internal burning you couldn’t get rid of. Everything was still confusing, you got up, bruised the dirt off your hands and knees then began to walk around and try to collect your thoughts, although there were too many to put in order.

You slowly paced around the forest, there were no signs of life and it was eerily quiet. You guessed you're around a hundred or so kilometres from town but you subconsciously continue deeper.

As you rounded a tree to lean against a small mound caught your eye, you jumped back at the furry thing, it was hard to see in the dark but it looked brown and red? Wait no, splotches of red… Pluto!

You stood in silence for a second before rushing to him, he laid dead in your arms. Tears formed in your eyes and you examined his fur only to find two small holes…

Then it hit you.

‘A Vampire’

You skipped a breath but noticed your heart only continued a painfully slow beat.

“I..I can’t..be..” you thought aloud trying to piece together a terrifying puzzle, your hand rapidly traced your teeth and you felt two sharp points, fangs.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Panic began to grow, you dropped Pluto and wrapped your hands around your head which seemed to be throbbing worse than before. A burning pain filled your body.

Tears began to stream down your pale face and soft cries filled the quiet forest. “I’m not… A V-v.” You felt a presence and darted your eyes up to a tall pale figure in front of you.

“Yes. Yes, you are a Vampire.” you could hear the man's smirk in his voice. You froze, remembering him as the beast from earlier.

The one who killed that man.

The one who killed Pluto!

Rage filled your body but it was quickly replaced by fear. ‘What if he’s going to kill me too?’

The burning quickly returned and blinded your senses. Your heart began to beat slower and slower until nothing…but before you passed out, you heard the man bend down and in a low tone he whispered;

“You’re already dead, my dear.”

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IM WAITING FOR THE PUNISHMENT, I KNOW ITS ON MY WAY | vampire!wilbur

~3k words / hey hey hey. so ahah. yeah. @l0veb0mb1ng keeps dropping bangers and they have good vampire fics so I couldn't help myself! blame her! anyways. hope yall enjoy!

[You get a little too invested in the murders happening around the city and get introduced to the phrase: fuck around and find out. Wilbur happened to be the person to save you. And he's kind of a vampire. Roll the tapes.]

Nothing makes sense in this fic, I am so sorry but the title is from Custer by Slipknot. I'll do a part 2 <//3

When one pictures their ideal death, it usually involves passing on during their sleep or perhaps something just as kind, maybe old age.

All this to say this is not what you pictured for yourself.

Curled up, in someone else's arms, a half-stranger, cradling your body as the two of you put pressure on the wound in your neck. You can hardly speak, struggling to even breathe, and all you can see is this man, speaking to you and you're hearing none of it. And after considering everything, yes you don't want to die… but dying in his arms seems nice.

A very handsome man, with brown, wispy, curling hair into his eyes as he looked over you, around you as he tried to find anything that could help. There was nothing. And you liked the way his eyes were red, despite knowing why they're red. His smile, you remember, had been the prettiest thing you'd ever have the pleasure to see.

"Wil-" you choke on the blood on your mouth, trying to speak, and his hands shake as they press harder on your neck and he shushes you, every part of him shaking even with the weight of your body in his lap.

"It's okay, you're gonna make it out of here, the ambulance-" and you lift a trembling hand to graze his cheek. It leaves a streak of blood on his cheek by his mouth.

"Smi- le. P-p-... please." And the two of you hear the sirens already, and his eyes flicker between the street and your face. And he chokes on air he doesn't need before flashing a small smile.

"You're going to make it out of here, I swear. You'll make it." He kept repeating it even as you felt the ache, the pain in your neck dull. Before you could realize it, you're being placed on the ground, gently as he could and without the added pressure from him, you gasp and gag on the flowing blood. But it doesn't last long, bright lights show and people slide into your blurring vision.

For better or for worse, you close your eyes and let them deal with it. Sleep tempts you enough to listen.

***

Blinking your eyes awake, you tilt your head to the side to see the monitoring equipment and the IV attached to your arm. You swallow, with an extremely dry throat you notice, and look away. You've always had a weak stomach when it comes to these things. Looking around as much as you could though, there's no one in the room. Your eyes trail to the door with the window and open blinds and people pass by every few seconds. Nobody opens the door.

You sigh, not that you really expected someone but… the last thing, the very last thing you remember, is the smiling face of a truly beautiful man. The thought of it, separated with the choking on your own blood part, still makes you feel warm.

The table beside you has your things on it, your phone and your keys. And a bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase, the prettiest you'd seen. You recognize tulips and carnations but nothing else. Still the white and blue flowers are pretty and thoughtful.

No tag on them to show who the flowers were from. Frowning, you take your phone, groaning for a second as you reach with a weak arm. Leaning back into the bed out of breath, the phone lays on your stomach, the cold screen apparent through the thin sheets.

When you catch your breath, you're quick to unlock the phone, going straight to your call log. There's a missed call from your boss and then there's your aunt in town, but there's one call that makes your eyebrows raise up.

It's a phone number you don't recognize, but checking the text messages, it seems like you did know him. Or, were going to know him. And then it all comes back to you.

Meeting him at night, having information about these strange killings in your part of the city, and then after a week of this, being attacked. Not by him. Something else entirely. And he'd tried his best to call the ambulance, let them know of your location and held tight to make sure you made it till then. At least you think. (And if you think hard enough, you remember part of his name. Will, maybe.)

The last thing you truly do remember is his smile and the warmth it brought you even when touching him made you shiver and the cold ground still sink into your bones, even now in this hospital, you could feel it.

The door opens and a doctor walks in.

He explains you lost a lot of blood, that they managed to get to you in time and that if they were a minute late, you wouldn't have been here. But then he explains that you've got a patch on your neck, that despite losing so much blood, it didn't even need stitches. ("It was… strange.")

When you asked about the flowers, he hums and scratches his beard, "I think I saw a guy deliver them to your room but other than that, I don't know I'm sorry." You mumble your thanks, sinking into your bed before the nurse comes back in and you ask for another blanket.

They let you out after twenty-four hours, and you make it home in time to see… nothing has changed.

Everything was exactly as you left it.

Which also meant the dinner you were in the middle of eating was still there. You grimace, throwing the whole plate away as you move through your apartment. Nothing had been out of place.

Tapping your fingers against your folded arms, you think absently about the wound. About how you asked if he could anything, from that night, and he froze, it was for a split second but he froze. And then he shook his head, stopping and cutting himself off every few words. But it sounded mostly like he couldn't do it. Like it would hurt him. And hey, modern medicine has its wonders, so you're not too upset.

But that night when you go to peel the bandage back after getting completely undressed to shower, your breath is stolen completely. There is hardly a wound, sign that a wound was ever there in the first place. There's two tiny dots, dragged down in a jagged line, but they're mostly scars. Fresh, and still tender when you graze over it with a finger, but still. Scars.

It made you wonder.

Whatever he did, he didn't make you into something like him. That much was obvious. The hospital food had left you hungry for real food, but the food was still things like a sandwich or a box of donuts, things like that. Nothing like whatever made him hungry.

So, scrubbing your skin off of any dirt, you get out, and dry as fast as you can. Throwing on shorts and a hoodie, you sit in the middle of your bed, arms wrapped around your legs as you dialed the phone number to this man.

He doesn't answer. And he doesn't answer the second call, and that's when you leave the voicemail. "Hey, um, Will, is that right? I- it doesn't matter, or it's not that urgent but it matters to me but I need you to call me? Or something because I'm seriously freaking out and something's wrong. Please call me back." You've never felt more pathetic in that moment but what could you afford to lose?

Dignity means nothing to you right now and as you pad to your kitchen to eat, you just knew you needed answers. Leaving your phone on the bed just in case because if he calls, and you know it's a bad time to be petty, you want him to feel just a little desperate like you did. Enough to call you a second time.

And when you come out of the kitchen after eating the leftover soup in the fridge, you see your phone has one missed call. And nothing else. Not even a voicemail.

You wonder if you should call him back when you hear frantic banging on your door. Glancing at your phone one last time, you manage to convince yourself that it couldn't possibly be him. It's way too soon, there's no way he lives close by and when did you ever give him your address?

The frantic banging didn't stop until you slide the lock off the door and opened it, and your mouth gaped open at seeing him. Him.

"I-" you stammer, struggling to form a thought. "I called you like four minutes ago, how-" he waves his hand and stops you from talking again.

"Will you let me in? And show me what's wrong?" His voice pleads with you and you bite down on your lip, chewing as you contemplated it for a second. It is why you called him, after all.

Letting him in, you lock the door behind him and show him to the couch. He doesn't sit but you're too bothered to care about it, you sit with your legs tucked under you.

"I want to start by saying I don't exactly remember everything that night, just that I was supposed to meet you and when I did, I got attacked and I- I almost died."

("Hey, hey, stay with me, you're going to be okay. Y- you're going to make it, just- just listen to my voice okay?" His voice shakes in your memory. And you have to pull all of your strength together to stay focus, even with all the blood leaving and choking and the hot, blinding pain in your neck.)

He doesn't move but you can see the flashes of emotion on his face.

"And- and when I got home and went to take a shower, it's just. Well, look." You stuttered through the beginning, breath catching in your throat as you thought about it and when you pulled the jacket down enough, just to show the scars, he stiffened. "And I wanted to know if you did anything to me- if you tried to heal me, even a little bit-" and he shakes his head, turning away and to the window. He stands by it and yeah, you look at his hands, they're closed and shaking with how hard he's clenching them.

"I told you at the beginning, there are going to be risks, looking into this." And he turns around, face definitely angry and frustrated. He can't cry, and it's not a thing of refusing to, no you can see them building in his eyes and they just won't fall. "If I tried to save you the way I was, you would have rathered me to kill you by now." And he starts pacing.

You look down at the ground, not feeling an ounce of guilt or regret. You know the truth of those murders, first hand. You know what's killing them and that's more than what the public knows. But it almost killed you.

"You have to drop it." He speaks.

And automatically, you refused, "no." You didn't even want to entertain what he wanted you to do.

"Either you stop looking into this or you die. It's as simple as that." He says, moving away from the window and towards you.

"The people need to know they're not safe-"

"-they already know!" He shouts, stopping four steps away from you. He digs his palms into his eyes, "five people have died the same exact way and nobody has been caught. People already know they're not safe. And if you tell them what, a fucking blood-sucking demon is the person behind it, they'll never believe you. And then you'll still get killed just like everyone else." He drops the palms from his hands and then steps closer, and despite being so frustrated and scared, your heart beats harder at being so close to him.

"You almost died already, just please stop." His hands hover over your neck and face, close enough to feel the chill of his cold skin.

"I can't stop. The people who died-" "-they're already dead, there's nothing you can do for them." And he steps away and when you watch him, he releases a breath he doesn't need. He turns away and for a moment, things are quiet.

And thinking real quick, to the moment where he stood so close and stared you in the eye like you staying alive mattered more than the justice these people deserved- you recall the dark irises. Nothing like the red color before.

"You're hungry." You state, and his shoulders tense up. "Why?"

"Trying to lose weight, it doesn't matter. That's not what I'm here for." He refuses to turn around.

"It- I just- there's still one thing that I'm confused about." He doesn't say anything as you stand up, moving closer to him. "I was bleeding out, I was right there. It would've been easy to-"

"To kill you?" He turns around and the both of you freeze at how close the other is, despite him being far more aware of it. And yes, that's what you want to know. He was right there, the same kind of creature that's killing your city's people, holding your bleeding body and you were right there.

"It would've been easy," you say, and his eyes dart to your face. He searches your eyes for something you can't describe.

"It wasn't." He said in the end and then backed up, backs away from you, holding his breath again. "Stop trying to be a hero and lay low for a while." And then he slammed the door on his way out.

***

It's one thing, to be told to stop being a hero, it's another to follow through with the advice. It's not like you wanted to die, far from it. But knowing what you know, you couldn't just let everyone fend for themselves against a feral vampire.

Not to mention, you're not going to listen to someone be cryptic, be the prettiest man you've ever met, and then leave you alone to make stupid decisions.

So right now, you've been following whispers and half-true rumors about this guy. It leads you all the way to this house. Right on the corner and in the middle of a neighborhood. You wonder if that's by choice for a second before wandering inside, quiet as you could with creaking floorboards. Not to mention, the door was already unlocked and swinging in the wind.

Not a good sign.

The inside was in a worse state. Things toppled over, blood splattered every imaginable surface. Bodies littered the floor. It was harder to hold the bile in as you followed the trail of chaos up the stairs, following the noise. As soon as you reach the top of the stairwell, you hear Will's voice and your heart beats a little faster. What the fuck is he doing here? And after a few whispered words, you heard vile things.

Limbs torn, flesh bitten off. Awful stuff and by the time you can even think of moving your feet because was that Will? Did he just die? You see something tossed across the hallway and seconds later, Will walks into your line of sight. He is just covered in blood. It's smeared around his mouth, coating his hands and it's seeping into his clothes. His hair caught some of it but in all honesty, he looked every bit of monster he claimed to be.

And you couldn't feel more relieved to see him.

"Oh thank fucking- you're alive." You feel your shoulders drop and you run up the stairs, just close enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your forehead against his chest, standing on the lower step. You make a point to ignore the blood.

His hands slowly come up to rest on your shoulders, pushing you away enough to give him space. Enough space to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes are wide, wild and completely red. Brighter than anything.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice drops in pitch and it's almost a growl with the way he speaks so low. And shit, you were supposed to stay low, weren't you?

"I caught wind of the guy being here and I was just-" your words get caught off as you watch him move, his hands dragging blood across skin and clothing, wrapping themselves around your throat in a delicate motion before pushing you against the wall, still on the stairs.

"Yeah, he's dead. Made sure of it." Your eyes, previously focused on his face, dashed to look at the dead body's direction but he clicked his tongue, lifting a finger to nudge your face back towards him. "Eyes on me." And something about him, probably knowing he's a monster, covered in blood, right after killing the man you've been tracking down, makes his gentle touch feel even softer.

He groans, leaning his nose into your hair and inhaling, and he nearly covers you in his body with how close he is. "Can feel your heartbeat under my hands, it beats so fast. Thinking about me?"

And you know your heart beat even faster, knowing he could hear it, feel it. "Are you gonna kill me this time?" You ask, because this is a strangely ill-fitting position to kill someone. Because you want him to be this close because…

"Oh, I don't want to kill you- maybe get a taste of you but," he moans into your hair, a hand leaving to press against the wall beside your head, "no, no. Want you alive. Want you begging, squirming underneath me. Need you. Need you so fucking bad" And then he presses even closer, his hips pressing against yours and you can feel him. Feel him hard and twitching beneath blood-soaked clothes. And by then you couldn't keep your hands off of him, coming up to grip his clothes, bite back your whines as he continues to grind you against the wall.

Then, a moment of clarity, you remember you're in a house full of dead bodies. Probably all monsters.

"Take me home, Will, and you can have me," whatever possessed you to say that, you don't know. But he pulls back and as you're about to head downstairs, he presses a hand against the back of your head, pulling you close to him as he kisses you. Hard with teeth clacking against each other, nipping at your lip before pulling away. Listening to you pant against his mouth.

"Hold on," he whispers against your lips, stealing another kiss before wrapping your arms and legs around him and all you can think as the world blurs around you is how lucky you are you aren't dead. Strange thing to say before you get fucked into the next week by someone who is probably legally dead- after he just slaughtered a house full of monsters- quite the strange thing to say.

But still. You're lucky. You're alive, and you're starting to think you might like this guy.

Strange things indeed.

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