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Wanderlust

A/n: wow, two posts in one day? Who am I? Word Count: 3400

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Marisol cleared her throat and swallowed her spit, shuddering at the disgusting after-taste her vomit left behind and flashing a small smile when she delivered her next line, “I’m better than ever.”

Aurora scoffed, “yeah, whatever.” She crossed her arms, “don’t you have something to say to me?”

“To you? No, not really.” She shrugged as she bent down to pick up her bucket of sick from the floor.

If Aurora weren’t already enraged before, she was definitely furious now. She clenched her fist and spoke through her teeth, “no? Nothing at all?”

Marisol shook her head and repeated what she said moments before, “no, not really.” The moment she finished speaking, her stomach acid shot back up and out of her mouth and into the bucket her hands desperately clung to. She could tell her twin didn’t like her nonchalant response, but for some odd reason, she couldn’t bring herself to care at all; considering there were more pressing matters occurring right outside of her room that she couldn’t attend to, as well as her own issues occurring within herself at that very moment.

When she finished she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up to find that Aurora had moved from the doorway. Had moved from the doorway to stand right in front of her, towering over her sister. With one swift movement, her fist met the girl’s chin, knocking Marisol back and causing her to accidentally bite her tongue.

“Ow?! That hurt, athhole!” Mari yelled, she slurred her words as she waited for her tongue to heal itself while she rubbed her jaw.

All Rory said was, “good,” before she made an attempt to grab her by the hair. Marisol used her foot to trip her younger sister. As her sibling fell down, she grabbed a candlestick, got on top of her and landed some blows to the face with it. As a result of that, some of Aurora’s teeth were knocked out, “you bith,” she coughed, finding it a bit difficult to articulate her words.

“Yhanks.”

Aurora growled and sucked in a breath, the feeling of her teeth growing back into place hurt like hell. After she finished teething, she pushed her sister off and stood back up, kicking her while she was still down. Twice in the throat, once in the face. Then, she picked her up by the hair and threw her out the window, jumping out right after her. Marisol made attempts in grabbing something to hold onto and stop the fall out of habit, momentarily forgetting she was a vampire. Aurora pressed her arms to her sides and closed her legs to catch up. With one swift punch, Marisol was sent crashing down the forest, Rory flying in pursuit.

Once they landed, the younger dhampir started landing blows on her sister again, using her telekinetic powers to throw rocks and dirt at her while she did so. Marisol wasn’t willing to lie down and die now; she had long changed her mind about her plans.

“Mari,” Aurora called, her voice oddly soft considering the circumstances. “Stop fighting back,” her voice shook and cracked, “you’re making it harder for me to give you what you want.”

“And just want do you think I want?”

“You want to die, and you want to take me down with you.”

Marisol’s eyebrows knitted together, “no.”

Aurora sighed, and looked up at Marisol; who looked right back at her. The eldest twin hadn’t really noticed it until she looked, but Rory’s eyes were red, the surrounding skin was puffy and her lips were quivering. This was the first time that she’d seen the girl cry without having any clue how to cheer her up. “I can’t believe, even now, you’re denying it when there’s no need to.” Rory’s pale right hand clung onto something on the left side of her shorts’ waistband. Between the hand and the yellow crop top that covered it, Marisol couldn’t see what the damned thing was until her younger sister pulled it out and held it up in all its shaking glory, thanks to the girl’s nervous hand. “It’s okay, though… I made my peace with this months ago…” The object in her hand was a wooden stake. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening. “You’ve dug your grave, now it’s time to lie in it.”

“Ror–”

Aurora swung and missed; her stinging eyes and gathering tears didn’t let her see clearly. She tried again, and again, and again, and again; sometimes missing, other times managing to stab her in the shoulder, or her breast. Not quite reaching her heart. Marisol tried as hard as she could to get away but when she tried to make a run for it, she realised she was blocked in with a barrier spell. So when leaving didn’t work, she switched tactics and made attempts at stealing the stick. The woman tackled her attacker onto the ground. They scuffled, each of them fighting to get on top of the other. It was the younger one that ended up on top when Marisol begged for her life. “It’s either you or me. If I let you live, you’ll just kill me and everyone I love, and then you’ll kill yourself anyway. I’m okay with dying, but I won’t let you kill my friends.”

“I won’t.”

“Somehow, I still don’t believe you.”

“I– RORY!”

Aurora had made an attempt to plunge the stake into her heart but was stopped when Marisol’s hands caught hold of hers. They fought each other for the object. One gaining the upper hand on the other before falling back again. “Please don’t kill me.” Marisol begged, gaining no sympathy from her current attacker. Her little sister wasn’t going to double down. That was something she just couldn’t let herself do. Too bad Marisol wasn’t planning on backing off, either. The moment the stake landed back in her hands, she stabbed her sister in the chest.

Rory gasped, taking in a sharp breath before she collapsed on top of her sister. Her icy blue orbs and the white that surrounded them turned pink with tears flowed out of her eye sockets. Marisol’s eyes stung as tears escaped her own eyes. She sniffled, the tears coming out quicker and quicker as the seconds passed. “Rory?” She called, not bothering to move the girl’s body off her. When she didn’t get a response, she called again. And again. And again. And again.

And the sun rose. Marisol held her sister, the girl who wasn’t breathing, in her arms. The tears that fell down her face were now dried, she could still feel them there, the clear streaks that fell down her cheeks. She cleared her throat, “it’s time to head back,” she said to no one in particular. Carefully, she cradled Aurora’s body in her arms and stood up, carrying her sister back to the castle with her.

Having been stuck outside with her sister under unfortunate circumstances, there was no way for her to know for sure who one the war. But, given those unfortunate circumstances, she couldn’t care less what the results were, she just wanted to get back, bury her sister, and crawl into a hole and die. The walk back to the castle felt long and dreadful. And when she got to the castle, it was no better. She opened the gigantic doors to the building silently. No words were needed for everyone in the vicinity to understand what had happened. Aurora was dead. Sypha, Trevor, and Alucard were joking around before she arrived; the dhampir had been showing good face before he looked over and saw the love of his life, dead in his sister’s arms. It took all of his energy not to collapse onto the floor below him. He felt as if he were dying the most painful and slow death imaginable.

Sypha was the first to break the silence, “i-is she dead?”

Marisol choked up, that was enough of an answer for them.

Trevor sighed in defeat, “I can’t believe this shit.”

“You,” Alucard looked at his lover’s twin. “You did this. You killed her. This is all your fucking fault.” He made his way over to her and took Rory’s body out of her arms. “Why did you have to be the one to live?”

Marisol teared up, “I’m sorry.”

“Yes, right, well. Saying sorry won’t bring her back, will it.”

Sypha reached out and touched his shoulder, “Alucard, she’s her sister.” “What does blood have to do with it? She’s the reason Aurora… Aurora’s gone.”

Marisol let out a pained scream, her hand immediately flew to her stomach. The stinging pain she felt was enough to distract her from keeping the cloaking spell on, revealing her giant belly. And the water that stained her pants made it very clear that this baby was coming out right then and there. “You’re having a baby?” Trevor questioned.

“No shit!” Marisol groaned, “I’m gonna go.” She said through clenched teeth, turning toward the main doors of the castle.

“No, the forest is no place to have a child, come with me. I happen to have some experience with childbirth.” Sypha said in her ‘matter-of-fact’ tone of voice. Under normal circumstances, Marisol would’ve rejected the help; however, she was in no position to so, therefore she didn’t bother arguing. As she walked away, she looked at her dead sister and her mourning boyfriend. Sypha called Trevor, asking for his assistance, leaving the poor dhampir by himself with a corpse. Or so he thought. Holding her tightly in his arms, he cried and cried and cried, and he continuously expressed just how sorry he was about her passing and how upset he was about it being her.

Aurora’s eyelids moved as her eyes shifted behind. Slowly, she opened her eyes and groaned, “it’s too damn bright in here. Can someone turn the lights down? Goddamn.”

Adrian’s eyes opened wide, he was in disbelief, and quite frightened. He was afraid he’d been going mad like his father. It was only when Trevor had stepped out momentarily to complain about how 'crazy shit was’ in the other room, that Alucard realised she was really alive and that he wasn’t hallucinating.

The male dhampir hugged Aurora tightly, “um… Al? Can you like, let go. I can’t breathe.”

“Right, sorry,” he quickly dropped his arms.

“Do we even need to breathe though, we’re half-dead? I mean, then again, we’re half-alive, so do we need to breathe half the amount of oxygen as normal humans do?”

“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed at all,” Trevor rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. But he was happy she was alive, very happy. She was like a younger sister to her.

“Dafuq do you mean by that?”

“Aurora, do you not realise you died?”

“I’m sure I didn’t die.”

“You died.” He repeated dryly.

“Then how am I still here? Don’t vampire bodies turn to ash once they die?”

“Well, for one, you’re not a full vampire. Secondly, you’re half-witch, meaning your family could’ve cooked up some of their special witchy woo to preserve your body should you die so you could wake up whenever and wreak havoc on humanity.”

“Okay, Treffy. Whatever you say,” Aurora said dismissively.

“'Treffy’?” Trevor repeated, taking a few seconds to process the fact that the girl had heard the conversation he had with Sypha long ago. “Oh you nosy bitch, you were listening in on our conversation?”

“No duh.”

“Under normal circumstances, I’d beat your ass. But given that you just came back from the dead through your satanic methods, I’ll let it slide.”

“If you see me leaving my room at three in the morning, be afraid. Be very afraid.”

“I’ll be long gone by then. Sypha and I are leaving today.”

Aurora smiled, “gonna go on more monster hunting adventures?”

“What else would we do?”

“What time are you guys planning on leaving?”

“When your sister’s done giving birth.”

Aurora’s hand found Adrian’s, her eyes widened, “when she what?” Her sister was pregnant? Her sister came here, knowing full well she was pregnant to end the world?

It was as if Adrian could hear her thoughts because right after those thoughts crossed her mind, he went on to explain that vampire pregnancies didn’t last as long as human pregnancies. While human pregnancies would last nine months, vampire pregnancies only took three. He also explained that those children grew at a faster rate than human children. Aurora scoffed and rolled her eyes, letting go of Alucard’s hand so she could place both on either side of her head. How the hell did she find the time to fuck someone and get pregnant when she was so hell bent on ending the world? She heard Trevor say. Except, she didn’t hear him say that, because he didn’t actually say that. He thought it, but he didn’t physically say it. Rory didn’t know if she should have laughed or if she should have been weirded out by that, so she stayed quiet.

Sypha came strutting out of the makeshift operation room, extremely proud of herself. “Okay, who wants to see the baby or should I say,” she stopped in her tracks. “Aurora?”

“The one and oh–” Sypha had pulled her into a tight hug, “hi, how are ya?”

“I thought you were dead.” She then turned to the males in the room and pointed at the only other female in the group of friends, “I thought she was dead!”

“Yes, so did we.” Trevor and Adrian answered simultaneously.

“So my sister’s done pushing the little shit monster out?”

“Er… yes, would you like to see?”

Aurora nodded and walked followed Sypha into the room. Marisol was asleep when they walked in, her hair was a mess, the sweat that escaped her skin when she expelled the baby from her body was still wet on her face. Aurora looked over at the crib. “She had twins?”

“Yes, I thought I mentioned that?”

“No, you were like, 'omg guys, check this shit– Rory, oh em geeeee!’”

“Erm… Yes. Right. Well, they’re twins.”

“I think I kind of gathered that much, Sy.”

“A boy and a girl.”

“I have eyes~”

Sypha gave a small smile, “she has yet to name them. Maybe she should name her daughter after me.”

Aurora snorted, “she should, you helped her give birth, after all.” They stayed quiet for a bit, admiring the babies. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Of course.”

“No, seriously, Sypha. Thank you. I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing but your undying friendship.” Aurora smiled and hugged Sypha, “you can’t say you didn’t expect me to help a woman in labour. What type of person would I be if I hadn’t? Granted, I didn’t really want to help her, she almost killed my best friend… but,” she sighed, “she happens to be my best friend’s sister… and babies. Babies are cute,” they giggled.

“I just hope whoever that whoever their dad is… isn’t ugly, cause I don’t want no ugly ass nieces and nephews. Got me fucked up, el em ay ohh.”

“El em ay oh?”

“Sorry, it’s a habit of mine to use text speech out loud. It started off as a joke and kind of stuck.”

“Okay?”

“Anyhoo~,” Aurora sang.

“Why are you so damn loud?” Marisol groaned, slowly sitting up on the bed. She turned on her side and watched the other two women from where she was.

“What’re you naming them?” Rory asked her.

“Not sure yet, Nina. I’m thinking of naming the boy Hector Luís Romero. The girl, I’m not so sure. I was thinking of Angelina Narcisa Romero. Or something like that. I dunno, what do you think?”

“I think those are nice names…” Aurora answered absentmindedly as she gazed at the sleeping newborns.

Sypha cleared her throat and made for the door, “well, I’m going to step out.”

The chubbier dhampir crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her, facing her sister. “So…” Marisol began.

“So…” Aurora repeated for no reason at all. “Who’s the dad?”

“His name is Hector.”

“Uh-huh…”

“He was my boyfriend– is my boyfriend,” she corrected herself. “If he isn’t dead.”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, he wasn’t in the castle when y'all brought it here, so… I don’t know.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Do you think you can help me look for him later?”

“Okay…”

“Why… are you so quiet? You always have an opinion about everything, so why don’t you just get out what you really want to say?” Aurora bit her lip, tears were slipping out of her eyes like a pipe with a leak. “Oh my fucking God, why are you crying?”

“Why did you do it, Lan?” She sniffled, “why? What made you want to come here and fuck with fate? Why? Just why? What were you thinking?”

“I was just–”

“Just what? What reason did you have for doing this?”

“I didn’t want to live anymore. It hurt. Walking around everyday, pretending everything was okay, seeing that people didn’t care–”

“And you don’t think I go through that? That there are times where I don’t want to be here, there, anywhere? That I hate myself and everyone around me? That I get so angry I could rip the head off of the first person that talks to me? You don’t think I know how you feel?” Her voice shook, “and yet I don’t go around killing people, trying to end the world, trying to kill my sister. Because as much as you piss me off, I love you enough not to act on my impulses.”

“You don’t know how it feels, you don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“I don’t? You think I don’t know what Jonathon did to you when we were little?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid,” she snarled. “And don’t tell me that I have no clue what you might be feeling or what you’ve been through. Because I do.”

“You wouldn’t though, you weren’t the one he–”

“He fucking did it to me too, you fucking bitch,” she sobbed. “You think that all those days he didn’t hurt you he wasn’t getting his fill? Trust me, that bastard was living in paradise while making both our lives hell. All those times he said he was taking me to the park and left you home alone, he–”

Marisol took a sharp breath and fiddled around with the pillow case, sniffling a few times before opening her mouth. She didn’t mean to interrupt her sister,  "Why didn’t you tell me?“

"Because I didn’t want you to worry about me. I didn’t want you to hurt more than you were hurt already.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling that way?”

“It wasn’t important.”

Mari shook her head, “it is important.”

“It’s not.”

“It is. Look what holding it in did to me. It made me hate and it made me hurt and it made me push away people that had nothing to do with it. It made me push away and hurt the people I love and the people that loved me. You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve treated you and I’m sorry. I want you to know that I’m genuinely sorry. There’s no amount of apologies I can give to make anything go away, to change the fact that I did what I did and take away the pain that it caused. But I can offer you change and help. Whatever you need from me, I’ll provide. I should’ve done that our whole lives, but I’ve been selfish and I see that now.

"I see that, Nina. And I want to change, I don’t want to be selfish anymore.”

Aurora wiped her eyes, hiccuping a few times, her heart was physically and figuratively in pain. Marisol had never seen her sister like that, so damaged. It was one of the things she was always jealous of, the fact that Rory 'was always happy’. That Rory had 'never faced any hardships’. It was then that she realised she never really knew her little sister at all. Marisol stood from her bed and pulled Aurora into her embrace.

The younger twin rested her head on her older sister’s shoulder, letting her tears fall onto the girl’s skin.

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Wanderlust

A/n: I’ve been dead for a bit, but hey! How are y’all? In honour of Castlevania season three being released, I’m gonna finish posting these last two chapters (of season 2 Castlevania) up.

Word count: 2732

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

“Oh! This is… Trevor!” Sypha called from above him.

“What?” “I have something!”

“When I say ‘what’, that doesn’t mean I would like to ask even more questions.” Aurora rolled her eyes at his response from where she stood: two floors above Sypha.

“Would you please…? Oh, you are the most annoying– just stop.”

“I’m coming up.” He sighed, closing a box he’d had in his hands and made his way up the stairs to get to the especially giddy redhead.

“I think I’ve found a locking spell. Wait, listen. Your family has an entire literature here about the castle. They tried for centuries to eliminate its main advantage. It transports itself through magical means.”

“Right. So, you can’t just attack it if it jumps somewhere else.” Trevor added as he climbed up the stairs.

“Yes. So, some clever Belmont eventually formulated most of a locking spell. A method to catch the castle and lock it down to a single location so that it can be invaded.”

“Most of it,” Alucard repeated from the floor above them.

“I can finish the final clauses of it myself. It’s all bound on Adamical structures.”

“You keep saying that word,” he sighed before climbing down a ladder to join the two humans.

“Adamic is the original human language, the one spoken by Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The one that was split into all other languages at the Tower of Babel by God to prevent human cooperation.”

“Is that how you understand that story?”

“Oh, yes. The speakers are the enemy of God. We live in cooperation and hide our stories inside ourselves so he cannot strike them down in jealousy.”

The hold started to rattle. Sypha was startled, but that didn’t stop her from making a crack at the current situation, “See? God hates me!”

“That’s probably not God.”

The hold continued to rumble and shake. “Can we get that magic mirror working?”

“I think so, but I can’t do two things at once here.” Sypha groaned, watching as Alucard carried the giant magic mirror they were referring to.

“I know some Chaldaic,” he set the mirror down gently, turning to face the two humans as he spoke. “I know how to operate a distance mirror. Which shall I do?” He looked at Sypha who immediately shifted her gaze toward the vampire hunter next to her. 

“I can’t do either of those things.”

“Come on, Belmont. Time to choose,” Alucard smirked as he stalked over to the only other male in the place. “You’re either the last son of a warrior dynasty or a lucky drunk,” he became stern. “Which is it?”

The library continued to shake violently, cracking the cement and causing said cement to fall from the ceiling in the form of dust and pieces of rock. Aurora ran her hands rapidly over her head, dusting off the bits of ceiling that fell on her head. 

“Okay. Get the mirror working, Alucard. Give me force numbers, species, and weapons count. Sypha stays on her job for now. Rory and I will fortify the point of entry.” Aurora was hoping she misunderstood what she heard the man say. Adrian was able to sense her discomfort and chuckled to himself at her reaction before getting back to what he was doing; carving extra markings onto the frame of the mirror with his retractable nail. “I’m sorry, did you just say I’m going to be fighting?” “How do you know about that?” “I’m not deaf, ya know. Now answer the question.” “Yes, I did. Now stop complaining and get off your lazy fat ass before we all die.” “Oh, you did not just call me fat, you fat piece o–” “If I let you borrow my sword, will you do what Trevor says?” Adrian interjected.

Aurora shrugged and placed her gaze on the ceiling, a breath ran from her mouth before she gave her answer; a devious, “maybe" was all she cared to say.

The dhampir sighed and unsheathed his sword. “Here.”

“Thanks, but I’m like, three floors above you.”

Alucard glared at her, “do you have to be a pain at this moment in time?”

“If this is any indicator of anything: we don’t have much time left, we might as well get weird with it.” Aurora flew down to snatch the sword from his hand.

“Thanks, baby.” She kissed Alucard on the cheek and immediately floated over to Trevor before she could see the small blush form on the young man’s cheeks. Adrian cleared his throat, quickly settling back into his more serious attitude. “I think we’re going to see the size and disposition of the attacking force fairly quickly with our own eyes.” “I’m forced to agree. Do you have a further suggestion?” Trevor sighed and sheathed his sword.

“Are you asking for my advice?”

“We’re working together, Alucard.” He moved in the man’s direction. “You’re still a bastard, but you’re the bastard I chose to fight alongside back in Gresit. Do you have a problem with any of that?” For once, the dhampir was actually friendly toward the sole surviving Belmont. “None at all,” he said with a smile.

“So, what do you suggest?”

“Using this to find Dracula’s castle. Now. We’re trapped in a box down here,” the place continued to shake as more pieces of the structure tumbled down from above. “We will eventually be overwhelmed.” Books fell from their respective bookshelves. “Unless we change the nature of the battle.” “Agreed. Sypha,” the brunet called. “I’m close to getting it!” Sypha informed him. “I’ll protect you for as long as I can.” “I know.” Trevor used his whip to get to the top rather quickly whilst Aurora levitated. The quaking got so terrible that bigger pieces of the ceiling were beginning to fall, along with Trevor, who used his whip to stop his fall. He hung the same way a monkey would hang on a vine. Aurora successfully dodged one of the big chunks of cement that almost smacked her right on her face when she looked up. Everyone looked up to check the progress for the destruction of the hold; as it would happen to anyone, they felt more motivated to finish their tasks quickly. Aurora waited for Trevor to reach the top of the library and watched as he made moronic attempts at blocking the doorway. “It opens outward, genius.” The brunet’s eyebrows furrowed as he opened the door and proved that it did, indeed, open outward. “Er… Shit.” He muttered, running out through said door, the female dhampir followed suit with her borrowed sword in hand. They climbed up the stairs to find an even more unpleasant sight before them. The night creatures had managed to kick the magic door to the cellar. 

Smoke was everywhere, chunks of debris flew around as the night creatures poured in one by one, eager to heighten their kill counts. The first one to appear to them was fairly big and muscular with horns coming out of either side of its head. “Holy mother of God, I forgot how hideous those things were,” said the dhampir, who felt so revolted by the looks and smells of those things that she momentarily forgot she had to kill them.

“Oh no, don’t worry about me, I’m just getting attacked by a giant,” he took shallow breaths as he climbed onto the beast. Fucking monster that wants to skin me alive and eat me for breakfast.“ 

"You seem like you’re doing fine,” the girl remarked as she continued to watch the hunter attempt to kill the thing.

Trevor’s face scrunched up, “thanks, but I’d greatly appreciate your help considering that’s kind of what you’re supposed to be doing. You are a vampire, you know–" 

"Oh shit!" 

Her eyes shifted in the direction in which her friend was tossed. Trevor groaned and just as the devil was about to bludgeon him to death, Rory sliced the back of its knee. It leaned back and roared, giving the male enough time to slide out of its line of impact, take back his sword and make another incision in the back of its ankle. Blood gushed onto the floor as the demon collapsed. "Damn, the carpet’s ruined.” The older man chuckled at the girl’s comment, taking a momentary break before he’d have to inevitably fight again.

Which wasn’t long. “Trev, behind you!” the brunette pointed and shouted before teleporting to the place she’d gestured to; killing the next creature to step into their line of sight. 

The vampire hunter grunted in approval before getting back into a battle ready stance. “I’ll take the blind one, you can take care of the weird flying ones.”

Aurora obeyed his orders, jumping up to meet the three flying devils halfway as they embarked on their journey down the stairs. She went straight for the Firedrake, wanting nothing more than to get rid of that one first in hopes of avoiding any more unnecessary fires. However, fighting the damned creature made it want to do exactly that, shoot fire at them. She started to panic once she saw light coming out of its abdomen as it swelled up. “Firedrake, just what I need in an underground hold full of paper." 

 "Trevor, what do I do?” In her panicked state, she was unable to think for herself.

“How about pushing it out of here using a bit of your super strength?”

Rory would’ve slapped herself silly, had this been a more appropriate time to. However, it wasn’t, and without missing a beat, she pushed the enormous bird away. Unfortunately, it was still inside when it opened its beak and let loose the terrible fireball; fortunately for all of them, it was far enough not to cause more serious damage to the building. 

The force of the explosion sent Trevor flying backwards through the closed door, landing on his bottom and Aurora downwards, landing flat on her back. “You take that bird thing, I’ll take the dog.” Trevor grunted when he stood back up. 

Everything was nice and calm in Braila, until lightning cracked in the center of the city and a gigantic castle, Dracula’s castle, randomly popped onto the street. Within minutes, the castle was surrounded by, what was presumably, Camilla’s army, awaiting her next command. Marisol watched anxiously from her window as the undead priest tested the water and combusted into blue flames to prove his work was done correctly. She sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of her lover and quickly turned away from the glass. She knew letting him spend time with that vile woman was a mistake; the uncomfortable feeling in her gut had told her so long before this moment came. And yet, she still found herself with feelings of surprise and denial. She didn’t want to believe what she was seeing. Carmilla, a walking, talking cockroach, had managed to steal the man she loved and use him for his skills to move forward with her plan to dethrone another man she cared for deeply and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Marisol’s vision blurred as blood poured out of her eyes. She was going to cry. She was going to let herself feel this and let some of her hurt out before she would compose herself and step out of her room once again to meet all the generals, and Dracula himself, in the throne room. She hoped to God there’d be a chance for her to save them both.

Carmilla’s army charged at the castle, spear first, while Carmilla walked slowly behind them from a distance; grabbing Hector roughly by the arm as she passed him. “Move.” She commanded.

“What?”

“You’re coming with me.”

Hector yanked his arm back harshly. His eyebrows furrowed as he asked her why she thought he would, looking up at the taller woman.

“You’ve made your choice, Hector. You can’t go back to the castle now. You’ve betrayed the old man.”

“I–” he stopped himself, turning his head away from the vampire. He didn’t have much to say to counter that. 

“My god,” she scoffed. “You’re still the baby who had his woodland animal corpses taken away, so desperately clinging onto anyone that shows you some sort of affection or appreciation.” She turned away from him, “Isaac is still the indigent boy getting beaten in the streets.” She turned back and walked toward him as she spoke, “and Dracula is destroying the world in a tantrum because someone killed his pet breeder. You’re all nothing but man-children.” She pointed to her left, the direction opposite to the castle, as she looked down at the lowly human. “And you have nothing left but me.”

“You’re wrong. I have Marisol.”

Carmilla guffawed, “do you think so? You’ve just betrayed Dracula.” She repeated venomously, “her adoptive daddy: Dracula. Do you honestly believe that she, of all people, will forgive you and take you back?

"Pfft, she’s going to hate you for the rest of her life. But don’t you worry, it won’t be long, anyway." 

Hector growled, "you promised to keep her safe. You promised me that she would live." 

The tall woman laughed in his face, "I said no such thing. I said that following Dracula was a death sentence for us all, but I never said I’d go out of my way to help your half-breed nuisance of a girlfriend. You should have seen this coming, but you didn’t because you’re not as intelligent as you may think. You’ve picked your shoes, now walk.” Carmilla pushed the man. He stumbled at first then regained his footing and started walking in the direction he was pushed in. 

Thump, thump, thump. 

Those who were inside the castle anxiously waited for Carmilla’s forces to enter. Soon enough, they, the members of her army, did manage to bust the door open and charge right in. 

It was a bloodbath like no other. The two groups of vampires were, quite literally, ripping each other’s heads off. Marisol did some head ripping herself, trying her best to fight off any and every opponent that walked through the threshold. Which, in retrospect, wasn’t the best idea, having almost been killed by the holy water that came rushing into the place, thanks to the fact that the castle had been jumping around the city. 

Marisol retreated and, upon seeing Dracula on the next floor up, quickly climbed the stairs to meet with the group. “Where’s Hector?” The vampire prince asked. 

The girl swallowed the giant lump in her throat before she could bring herself to say the words, “he’s with Carmilla.”

Dracula nodded, he didn’t seem to be phased by her answer. He’d foreseen it. Out of everyone he placed his faith in, he knew Hector’s loyalty would be compromised. Hector had too much to risk. For one, the girl that stood before him right at this moment. 

“What do you want us to do?" 

"I want you to go upstairs." 

"What? No. I’m gonna stay and fight. With you.”

“No, you won’t. You need to think about the–”

She didn’t want to hear him say it. She didn’t want him to make it real. And she didn’t want him to make that secret she’d been keeping from everyone known, so she agreed. “Fine. I’ll go. But should you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

Dracula smiled softly, “I won’t." 

She quickly made her way back up to her room, and quietly closed the door. She felt nauseous and rushed to find the bucket she had set aside for this exact reason; the bucket she puked in multiple times a day for the past few months.

Sol, her pet bear, and Cezar, Hector’s dog, were pacing about the room when Marisol entered it. Both of the animals were feeling worried and unsafe, having sensed the tense atmosphere from around the entire castle. As she threw up, Cezar and Sol cuddled up to her in an attempt to comfort their owner whilst seeking comfort themselves in their moment of uncertainty.

Her door flew open and she dropped the bucket of sick onto the floor. On the other side of the doorway was someone who wore the same face she did, but slightly chubbier. Her little sister. "Hello, sis,” she greeted, snickering at the woman’s jumpiness and apparent illness. “Not looking too good.”

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hello cutie. i'm new here, also i am new at fics but i posted my first John imagine and I would really need true opinions on it, especially since i enjoy your imagines so much. thank you and sorry to bother❤️

Hi! Thank you so much for reaching out 💕💕 I'm so sorry for not having answered sooner, I haven't really been on Tumblr for a bit. Though, that aside, I'm really glad you reached out cause now I know about another account I can follow to read some more John imagines!

In regard to your fics, I have to say, plot wise/story wise I think they're pretty good. You're pretty creative so I'm sure I'll enjoy reading whatever you put out in the future. And seeing that you post a lot, I don't think I'll be experiencing another John imagine drought, haha.

My only gripe, I guess you can say, with what I've read has to do with the dialogue. Not the dialogue itself, but how it's presented. I can understand if you wanted to use the hyphen as a way to open and close a quote; the problem is that you don't really end the quote. It's not much of an issue, most of those who read your fics, can easily pick up on where you intend to end the quote; but there may be some who may get momentarily confused. I'd say, if you choose to continue using the hyphen instead of quotation marks, to place one at the beginning and one at the end to ensure your readers aren't put off by having to quickly determine whether or not the character was finished speaking. It's not a big deal, though. Like I said, anyone who's paying attention to what they're reading will be able to tell.

We're all guilty of little things with our writing. I just happened to notice the awful amount of typos I left in the last few posts I made and I'm internally dying and cringing at them. I'm literally about to go back, proofread, edit and post them again lmaoo.

Other than that, I don't think I had anything of substance to say, so I'm sorry if I haven't been of much help, and again, I'm sorry for not having responded sooner, some things came up. But I do hope we can build a friendship from here on out and help eachother grow as writers! Keep up the great work! I hope I get to speak with you again!

Much love,

Trash.

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Vendetta

A/n: Well, hello. Hi, how are ya? Jeffree Star is about to sue my ass ‘cause I stole his greeting. Anyway, I’m triggered. Tumblr be tryin’ me. It wasn’t letting me add a gif, so I saved this chapter as a draft and exited from the page, and when I came back, I found out that the bitch never saved. Honestly, Tumblr, get your life together. So, it’s been a while. Sorry, I took longer than expected. I just got a job. I am now a responsible *coughs and chokes* adult.

The next chapter will come soon enough and it’ll get interesting, I guess. lmaooo.

Update: whatever, here. Here’s the fifth chapter lol. Hope you enjoy it. Love y’all no homo/hetero.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Word count: 4183

Warnings: cursing and stupidity as always.

Chapter 5

January 7th, 1926

Small Heath, Birmingham 

07:30 

There was a loud pounding on the door of the Nieves residence. Yet, however loud the rapping on the door was, hardly anyone budged. None of them wished to wake up, so they remained in bed, unbothered by the noise. Everyone except Y/n, being the light sleeper she was, of course. She groaned and moved her blanket to the side. She stepped out of her comfortable bed and clothed herself since she slept naked, and made her way toward the noisy door. She tiptoed, even though she didn't really need to and sighed when she saw who was violently pounding on her door.

"Good mornin’, how may I help you?" Y/n asked, curious as to why this person was visiting her so early in the morning. 

"I wanted to apologise," the second youngest Shelby brother, John, answered. Y/n crossed her arms across her chest and couldn't help the smirk and quirk of her brow that made their way onto her face. "Apologise for what, Mr. Shelby?" 

"I’ve been behaving somewhat childishly."

She stayed quiet for a bit. The ‘apology’ wasn’t a very good one and she knew he was put up to it by his brother. It was just too good to be true. There was no way he’d go from believing she was somehow involved in his wife’s death to apologising for the way he’d been treating her. It was also too much of a coincidence that he’d apologise to her, at an inconvenient time, not too long after she threatened to pull out of the deal she made with Thomas. Knowing all this, she decided to challenge him. She wanted to see if he’d lie to her face or be a man and tell her the truth. "Your words or Tommy’s?” “Tommy’s.” “Not surprised," she shrugged. 

"Whatever, can you tell my brother you forgive me?"

"Well, when you ask like that, I guess I'll have to think about it."

He swallowed his pride and asked if she was going to invite him in and she made a face he wasn’t sure he could decipher. "Do I have to? You woke me up a little early,” to which he justified by saying that she had more time to get ready before heading out now. 

"Putting lipstick on doesn't take me more than five seconds, Mr. Shelby," she retorted, her voice low in volume, making her disinterest evident. "May I please go back to bed?" 

"I need some help.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. What could he possibly want from her? “Trust me, if I could ask anyone else, I would. But everyone I’ve asked today has told me that they were going to be busy and that they couldn--” “What do you need?” “Well, since you’ve mentioned that you’ve got nothing to do--” “What do you need?” “Would you mind babysitting for me?” A smile crept onto her face, “of course.” “I have six--” “I don’t care. Send ‘em over whenever you need ‘em to be taken care of.” “Thank you so much.” Y/n nodded her head and they said goodbye to each other for the moment. John informed her that he would be back with his children within the next twenty minutes to drop them off and she closed the door, immediately setting off to brush her teeth and make some food just in case they hadn’t eaten yet. 

When the time drew near for John to arrive, she heard a knock at her door. Y/n had just finished cooking five minutes beforehand; she’d sitting on one of her couches, reading a book she had when it happened. She set the book down on the coffee table and stood up, walking over to the door with the biggest smile on her face, ready to greet the people she expected to be there. She loved being able to take care of kids, it always managed to temporarily fill a bit of the hole that she had in her heart. 

She swung the door open right after unlocking it, and, upon seeing the man standing in front of her, her face dropped. It was the devil himself: Luca Changretta. 

"Amore mio, how've you been? Did you get my little present?" He smiled cheekily at her. "I see you've dolled yourself up for my visit. Dammi un bacio!"

Y/n was beyond disgusted, her face contorted to express her discomfort. She couldn’t believe that after all he’d done to her that he’d have the audacity to ask her to give him a kiss. She couldn’t believe he’d have the audacity to even visit her, especially after having sent her a bomb not too long ago. But she wasn’t too surprised either, he was the same arrogant weasle she’d met more than seven years ago. How she’d been naive enough to fall in love with him in the first place, she had no idea. "I've been well. And yes, I got your little present," she spat. "Didn't see what was in it, though, since I didn’t bother to look before I got rid of it. And I'm not gonna fucking kiss you when I can’t stand to even look at your ugly face." 

"Oh baby, you wound me. We haven't seen each other in years and this is how you treat me? I thought you loved me, like you'd said back then. You said you'd love me forever. You used to scream my name a lot too. I miss that. "

"You should've stayed away." She mumbled under her breath, but it was still loud enough for the Italian to hear and understand. 

"You're not gonna invite me in? We need to catch up, after all, we do have a child together. Don’t you want to--"

"No, I'm not going to invite you in, come pinga. I don't fucking love you, your very existence annoys the living fuck out of me. Now get the fuck away from me, huevón."

He chuckled darkly, "Oh sweetie, haven't you learned? You'll never get rid of me. Just because I stayed away for a bit, it doesn't make you free, tesoro mio. No one gets rid of me." Luca wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist and pulled her close to him, despite her attempts to get free, he managed to place a harsh kiss on her lips and he only let her go when she slapped him as hard as she could. "You’ll regret that," he immediately walked away.

Y/n waited until he was out of sight before she screamed at the top of her lungs in frustration, not caring that it was early in the morning. Not caring if someone were to find it aggravating and reported her to the police for making too much noise. She needed to let it out, she'd watch herself go crazy if she hadn't. 

When she finally walked back into her home, she slammed the door as hard as she could. She grabbed anything in her line of sight one by one and chucked it across the living room. She couldn't bring herself to care about the damage she'd cause to the objects in the room and she couldn't bring herself to care about waking her siblings up from their slumber. She threw vases, tables, chairs, whatever she could manage to pick up. She hadn't realised Victor was there until after he spoke, "hey, hey. What happened?" 

He'd almost gotten hit by the coffee table that she hurled at the wall when he walked in. He ran over to her and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. You're okay." He stroked her hair as she cried into his shoulder. 

08:50 

Polly’s House

John was pacing in his aunt’s living room while his kids ate whatever Polly offered them. He’d been thinking of what he saw an hour ago. He had intended to forgive Y/n, to fully trust her; if Thomas trusted her, why wouldn’t he? But it became very clear to him that Y/n wasn’t trustworthy and that Thomas was a fool for not having seen that. He was almost sure that Thomas had no clue of her ties with the Italian mobster.

Polly, on the other hand, was skeptical. While she was very open to the possibility of the girl’s betrayal, or anyone’s betrayal for that matter, there were a few key details John had brushed over when telling her the story that made her doubt his accusations. “Why would she slap him and push him away if they were together?”

“Are you siding with her?” “I’m just saying that there’s no reason for her to react that way to his advances if they were romantically involved with each other or if she truly were to be working for him.”

John was stumped, he knew there was no reason to continue to be suspicious of her, but he didn’t want to let go of it just yet. “Maybe she saw us,” he was left to grasp at straws in this stage of their debate.

Polly was at her wit’s end. She didn’t know how else she could try and reassure her nephew. But she didn’t want to give up the rest of her day to take care of his children, she wanted to go to work at the shop. That was what she had scheduled for the day. Yet she knew that she would have to end up having to take up both jobs today: working at the shop and babysitting. “Let us compromise,” she began, prompting the thirty year old man to nod his head to indicate to her that he was willing to listen to her suggestion. “How about, for today only, I take care of your children,” John sighed in relief and thanked the Lord in heaven. “With the help of Y/n.” He groaned and asked her why she thought that would be a good idea; and she gladly said to him that there was… a method to her madness. She had a scheme to figure out whether Y/n was reliable or not and if so, then John could leave his children with the woman instead of his aunt so she could continue helping the family business without having to worry about a toddler getting their hands on a pair of scissors and running around to wreak havoc; it’d happened before when she was dealing with a time sensitive matter and she was not willing to run the risk of having to deal with that kind of stress again. They just weren’t worth the wrinkles. 

Aunt Polly watched him closely as she waited for his response. John started pacing again, this time, cursing under his breath as he did it. Polly assured him she wouldn’t let anything happen to them; that she always carried a pistol in her purse and that she wasn’t afraid to use it should she come to need to. Regardless, John continued to pace around and mutter under his breath as his children started throwing food at each other and Polly ran over to scold them. 

09:20

Y/n’s apartment

Y/n was sat back down, as calm as she could be at the moment, on her couch. Her brother helped her pull herself together. He stayed with her for a few minutes until she was able to relax. And he served her the food she made while she pondered what to do with herself next. 

"Good thing that dick head visited you before you had any makeup on. Imagine if he swung by when you were already on your way to a meeting or somethin’. Your lipstick would've been everywhere and you would've looked uglier than usual." He joked, making a lame attempt to make Y/n feel better about the situation. Y/n let out a small giggle before getting up and walking over to the sink, setting her plate in and giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. 

"You’re an ass, but I don’t know what I’d do without you." She thought aloud as she gave him the tightest hug and squeezed as hard she could manage at the moment. 

There was a knock on her door again and she was sent into a panic. Who could it have been now? What could it have been now? Luca had already delivered a bomb to her apartment and he had just recently made a personal visit to, what used to be, her safe place. She couldn’t let herself get too upset, however, when she knew what she was signing up for; when she answered Thomas Shelby’s phone call to help him bring the poor excuse for a man down. Victor answered the door, to Y/n’s solace. 

“Oye, asere! Why’re you here? It’s Thursday, you should be headin’ to the fac.”

Y/n asked who was at the door, but her brother didn’t answer, instead he waved her off and looked at the person in front of him intently. She had a feeling she knew who it was, she recognised his voice. The girl rolled her eyes and got up to see who was at their door. Y/n was happy to see that it was John.

"Hey again."

"Why was Luca Changretta at your apartment?" The man interrupted her.

Victor scowled and Y/n asked him to let it go before she stepped outside to speak with John. He wasted no time in bombarding her with questions and demands to know why they’d kissed. "In case you went brain dead at the moment, I wasn't. Fucker kissed m--"

"And why did he do that?"

"Because he's a sick mother fucker."

"Are you work--"

She slapped him hard. John had been hit in the face by many people and many things, and he had to admit to himself that her hand was one of the most hurtful things to come across his cheek. "For the last time, this bitch right here," She pointed to herself. "Ain't working for none of them fuckin' Changretta cock suckers, okay? I have more reason to hate Luca than you think you do, so don't fuckin’ worry ‘bout me or where my fuckin’ loyalties lie." She was breathing hard through her nostrils; they were flared. "He took too much from me." Her voice cracked. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes. John looked at her and placed his right hand onto her left hand that'd been resting at his side before he moved it. 

"I'm sorry…"

"You fucking should be." 

John squeezed her hand in an attempt to comfort her. 

"Is that all you fucking came here for? To accuse me of shit again?" She rubbed at her eyes to make sure that not a single tear drop would escape it or make itself visible.

"No, of course not. I came to pick you up.”

She asked him why, but he didn’t answer her. Instead he led her to the Shelby Parlour, where Aunt Polly and his six children were waiting. “You said you’d help me with babysitting.” He then continued to explain that Polly was willing to help her for today but she was going to be busy within the next few days, so she would have to take over completely without any other person to help. Of course, that wasn't the complete truth. The truth was that Polly was going to spend the day with Y/n and then pass judgement over whether or not she should be allowed to take the task on her own. 

John watched Y/n interact with his daughter and let himself slip into his own thoughts. He couldn't help but feel guilty. Not just for almost making Y/n cry, but for feeling a bit smitten for her. His wife, the mother of two of his children died not even one month ago. And while he was still very much upset about her death, he couldn't help but feel attracted to Y/n. She seemed like such a strong woman, not just physically, but emotionally. She was mysterious and he felt as if he needed to figure her out.

10:04

Ramona had been out and about since the night before. Doing what? Only she and God knew. It was funny to her how no one seemed to notice her leave. She could get used to it. Although she loved Y/n, she sometimes felt that Y/n paid too much attention to the people she surrounds herself with and the things she wore when she'd go out. Ramona just wanted to mess around and not have a single care in the world while her older sister worried about everything she didn't have to and kept her living a comfortable lifestyle.

She felt smug until she realised she was lost. Well damn, her moments of independence have come to a startling halt. Ramona looked around for any passers by that she could ask for directions. She spotted a young black man that seemed to be around her age, he wore a suit and a cap on his head, much like all the gangsters, Peaky Blinders, in this place. She ran over, "excuse me, I'm sorry to be a bother, but do you mind tellin' me where the Garrison is? I'm kinda lost." 

The young male shook his head, "I don't mind at all, I'm actually on my way there." 

"Day drinker, eh?" She giggled, placing her left hand on his shoulder. She hadn't realised it was there until he looked down at it with a confused look on his face. She immediately removed it, "ah, sorry about that, I have a bad habit of touching people." 

He shrugged it off and started walking. She stayed still. The young man noticed this and called out to her, "Are you going to come or not? I thought you were lost." Ramona ran up to catch up to him and apologised. 

"Hope you don't mind, I'm going to pass by the hospital first, I've got a friend I've been meaning to visit." 

"And I've got nothing better to do, anyway," she smiled warmly. "I've been stuck in a damn room for the past few days, I don't care what I do as long as I'm out of it." 

Ramona gazed at the man as he reached into his pocket, he asked her if she smoked as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The twenty year old woman shook her head in response to his question and watched as he placed one of the rolls into his mouth and lit a match to then light up his cigarette. 

The woman asked him what his name was, which he didn't hear, "I'm sorry?"

"Your name."

"Isaiah."  

"No last name?"

"Jesus."

"You don't need to complain, I'm just askin' you for your name, for Christ's sake."

"No, no. My name is Isaiah Jesus."

Ramon busted out laughing. Isaiah didn't know whether he should be offended or not. "Oh damn, I'm stupid," she wheezed in between her laughs. "I thought you were 'bout to cuss me the fuck out. Turns out you were just tellin' me your name. Oh fuck, that’s hilarious."

Isaiah didn't think it was that funny but he did think her laugh was and cackled. They laughed for a few seconds, hunched over in the middle of the street. Eventually, Ramona started realised the reason for his cackling was her own and when she listened to herself, her laugh became more intense. They almost got run over a few times. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. "I'll just take you straight to the Garrison." He said after they'd finished.

"Damn, you wanna get rid of me, already?"

"Actually, I want to spend the day with you. I'll see my friend another time. He'll understand." 

Ramona bit her lip and suggested they go to his place instead of the pub. He seemed like a decent young man and she didn’t feel like seeing her oldest sister just yet. 

12:46

The children ran around the naturally lit Shelby family shop relentlessly despite their great aunt’s requests. Y/n alternated between entertaining the children and helping clean around the shop while the older woman occupied herself by doing paperwork. For the most part, in adults in the building were fairly quiet; only speaking when needed to communicate with the younger ones amongst them. Polly barely looked in Y/n’s direction until she randomly removed her nose from the papers in front of them and opened her mouth. “Just out of curiosity, how did you manage to cross paths with my nephew?” Y/n looked at the woman with a confused expression on her face and asked her to specify which nephew she was speaking of because she did happen to have quite a few of them. “Thomas,” said Polly. The twenty-five year old figured there’d be no harm in telling her the truth; she seemed to be one of the few people Tommy trusted entirely. And so, she told her about the phone call she received from Thomas himself not even two weeks ago, requesting her assistance in getting rid of his enemy, Luca, who also happened to be hers as well. She told her how ready she was to accept the offer and even made the effort to offer him control of half of her company, half of everything she worked hard for, just for the chance to kill the man herself. 

Polly listened to her dubiously, and she didn't bother hiding her doubts. It didn't make sense to her. She didn't understand why the girl was so willing to give up everything and work with them. She made it very clear to the younger woman that although she didn't trust her, she was willing to give her a chance because her nephew had trusted her. She also made it clear, however, that should Y/n do anything against her family, she wouldn't hesitate to kill her. Even going as far as saying that she wasn't afraid of getting blood on her hands and that she would take pleasure in doing so. 

Y/n wasn’t phased by the warning, she would’ve been surprised if she hadn’t been threatened in one way or the other by Polly. The Shelbys were, after all, a family of hotheads. They couldn’t help themselves. Y/n found it difficult to keep herself from comparing them to chihuahuas; tiny dogs with a superiority complex that always tried to bite off more than they could chew. 

19:18

It was seven in the evening and John had just walked through the door. He quickly greeted his children and the two ladies and gave his aunt a look. Y/n wasn’t sure what that look meant until they both, him and his aunt, left the shop and stood outside conversing amongst themselves; leaving the girl alone in the shop with the kids. 

Polly dug into her purse and took out a pack of cigarettes.

“Well?” John asked, expectantly as she pulled a cigarette out of the pack, placed it between her lips, lit a match, held the match up to light the cigarette, breathed the burnt tobacco’s fumes in and put out that very match. She was taking too long to answer his question and he felt himself growing slightly impatient; when he was about to repeat himself, Polly cut in. 

“What can I say? She’s a good girl, she’s very motivated, determined, smart. She’s good with children, too. Your pack of wolves love her--” “Can I trust her?”

His aunt sighed, “whether I trust her or not makes no difference. If you want to trust her, you have to make the effort to get to know her yourself.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” “I’d put as much faith in her as I would anyone else.” John took her words in and nodded, thanking her before stepping back into the shop. His aunt followed closely behind him and, once inside, went back to where she’d been seated before he came back. Y/n was almost finished with braiding Katie’s hair when John addressed her. “Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?” She glanced at him after securing the braids with some hair ties she had placed in her purse a few days ago; she made a face and said she wasn’t sure if she should. 

The youngins groaned and pleaded for her to accept their father’s offer. Katie had turned to face her, pouting with her arms crossed against her chest. “Why don’t you want to come eat with us?”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna eat dinner with y’all, I’d love to! It’s just that I’m sure my brother already made dinner for me and I don’t wanna be rude--”

“Well, then, we can eat at your house!” John’s eldest son, Oliver, suggested.

“Yeah, his cooking is probably better than daddy’s!” said Connor.

“Hey!” John scolded.

“There may not be enough for all of us, so you may just have to endure your daddy’s cookin’ for one more night.” Y/n told them before standing up from the chair she was sitting on and looking dead at John. “I guess I’ll take you up on your offer, Mr. Shelby.”

--

Dammi un bacio: give me a kiss

Amore mio: My love.

Asere/acere: people spell it differently, but that word is basically Cuban for “buddy/friend”. For future reference, the Venezuelan equivalent of this is “chamo/a”.

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Wanderlust

A/n: Wow, it’s been a while. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading.

Word count: 6114

Warnings: None

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Chapter 5

Months passed and, given the circumstances, Aurora was very content with her life. While, yes, she was still quite upset about the fact that her sister was focusing her energy on the eradication of the human species instead of looking for her– she spent her time distracting herself from that reality. The reality that her sister didn’t care about her. She would distract herself with her boyfriend and often-times found herself distracting said boyfriend from his own frustrations with his own father.

Despite the fact that she now knew where her sister was, who she was with, and that her older sister was relatively safe; she still spent her time reading through the books in the gigantic library that belonged to Trevor’s deceased family. She read leisurely through the books on the bookshelves to learn about the things that were relatively important to her. Things like time travel and her vampiric abilities. Marisol could do whatever the hell she wanted, but there was no way in hell Aurora was going to let herself stay here without at least saying goodbye to the family she was leaving behind. Whatever her twin’s plans were, she didn’t care to know anymore. She wanted to do right by herself instead of worrying about doing right by someone who didn’t want to associate themselves with her.

Thanks to her now having loads of spare time, she was able to make a hobby out of learning the extent of her powers and how to really control them instead of just shutting them on and off and calling it a day. Something she obviously wasn’t able to do before because she put all her attention in finding locator spells she was sure existed and time travel spells she wasn’t sure she’d be able to find in this place at all.

For days on end, she’d practically tear her hair out with worry. What made it worse was that when she’d finally found information on time travel, the book stated that every portal that was opened at a time, was a portal to the same place and time intended by the one who created it. In other words, her sister had been the one to open the portal and, worse, her sister had most likely known or seen Aurora when she followed. Instead of staying with her younger sister and making sure she was okay, she ditched her to find Dracula’s castle like she’d planned. Why her sister wanted to do that, she wasn’t sure. But Aurora didn’t doubt for a second that her sister wanted to meddle and have a negative effect on human history.

Aurora was trying to convince herself that Marisol was dead to her but Adrian knew that what the girl really felt was quite the opposite. He knew she was still worried sick. It was impossible for her not to be and she knew that very well, deep down. However, her love for the girl wasn’t going to deter her from being upset with the person that was brought into the world the same day she was. She’d started to believe she was unwanted and unloved. Sure, she knew that Adrian loved her– but that was different. He didn’t share any blood with her from the genetic sense. Up until six months ago, he was just a myth that’d been brushed upon briefly in her ninth grade world history class when they were talking about this very war for humanity they were fighting now. The war they were taught to see as a plague. And up until six months ago, she didn’t know that any of these supernatural creatures were real. And sure, she and Adrian are close friends and romantically involved, but they’re not related. Marisol was her family. And being that Marisol used to be so proud of being her sister, she should’ve stuck around and protected her if someone wanted to get freaky with either of them before pursuing the vampire overlord.

But she didn’t. And having analysed the information in front of her, she didn’t really know what to do with it; what to take from it, what to learn from it. All she could do was draw conclusions from said information; some far fetched conclusions she wasn’t sure about and wouldn’t be sure about without having the persons involved confirm them for her. She thought and thought and thought about the different people that could’ve helped her sister with her plan in the first place. Her mother, Angelika, being one possible accomplice. They did hang out a lot more than they usually did before they left for the trip; maybe she knew she wouldn’t see her favourite daughter again. Or maybe, their aunt helped her. She knew very well her aunt was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that her brother was gone. Their aunt had always hated them. Her disgust amplified when her brother died and she blamed his death on their mom; Lana, their aunt, said he wouldn’t have died if Angelika had turned him. There were many possibilities to consider.

Adrian didn’t seem to agree with Aurora, he didn’t seem to disagree either. He was trying his best to take a neutral approach. In his perspective, it would have been highly inappropriate for him to comment on the woman’s family– especially when he hadn’t met any of them personally. He did have his opinions, that was true, but he never voiced them to her. Auroras was similar in that she never explained her opinion of his father. The only comments either one of them made of them made, were in hopes of reassuring the other whenever they were feeling down. And that, understandably, happened a lot.

Some days, Aurora was angry at her sister. Other days, she allowed her mind to wander and imagine what she’d been up to for the past three months of their lives. Probably terrorising villages or having dramatic war meetings, sitting at a dinner table and using their telepathic powers to make a human float around as they tortured them. Much like that one scene in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows where the Death Eaters were torturing the Professor of Muggle Studies.

That, however, was not the case. While not entirely wrong, those weren’t the only things Marisol had been doing for that period of time.

Marisol was sitting on her bed, in her assigned room. She had been assigned this particular room when she first arrived at the castle three months ago, seeking to work with Dracula himself. When she passed over, it was snowing outside. Just before Marisol left her time, it was summer. It would seem that, based off the weather, she travelled back to a very cold winter. Had she not had her phone to look down at, she would’ve forgotten what day it was altogether. It was 3 in the afternoon, July 18th, 2019. Not for this timeline, for her own timeline; the one back at home. She felt a bit guilty. She knew her mother would be calling to wish her a happy birthday in a few hours. She knew her mother was probably worried and had been for the past week or so. But it wasn’t like she could help it or reassure her that she was fine– she was basically in an entirely different world; and communication between this world and hers was nonexistent. Not that it would matter. Soon this would all be over and she’d cease to exist. All memory of her would be wiped off the face of the Earth. No one would miss her.

Marisol sat by the open window in her room, enjoying the feeling of the frosty wind against her skin as she watched the snow fall. This was the first time she ever saw snow in real life, having only seen it in movies. Being that she was born and raised in Florida and only travelled to Romania during the summer, she only knew warm weather. Weather that didn’t require the use of a jacket, although she did wear hoodies during the hot summers regardless of how hot and sunny it was outside. She couldn’t help but smile, it was so cold, and she liked it that way. 

Every time she sat by her window, on her bed, the circumstances surrounding her were different; the atmosphere, different. The first day was most hostile for her, no one knew her, some didn’t want to get to know her, and while their leader accepted her, no one else really did except for the man she met named Hector. He was nice to her from the start, even when she wasn’t very sweet. For example, when the man with the grey hair went up to greet her and introduce herself, she immediately shut him down and told him that if he was looking to flirt or have sex with her, that she wasn’t interested. She’d just finished ‘laying it down’ on Godbrand for having made his fifth unsuccessful attempt at winning her over by cat calling her; by the time poor Hector came into the picture, she didn’t care who was cut by her sharp tongue. Life was a bit tough for her the first two weeks, the vampires, save for Dracula and Godbrand, practically hated her and distrusted her and so did one of the human generals, Isaac. Godbrand was just nice to her at first because he wanted to get into her pants and after having been rejected ten million times, he still didn’t get the hint. Though, it eventually didn’t matter to her, his pestering became white noise that she barely paid attention to. 

And Isaac’s distaste didn’t bother her much, though, since he seemed to dislike anything that walked and talked and laughed and looked in his direction and breathed. Any living thing really seemed to set him off except for his God, Vlad. 

She couldn’t quite understand why he wanted to partake in this crusade against humanity; but then again, it wasn’t like he understood why she wanted to participate as well. Mentally, they were within the same headspace and they were both too stubborn to admit it to themselves for the mere sake of not accepting each other. Could be quite hilarious when one forgets that it’s mentalities like these that hold people back from accomplishing their goals. That was precisely why it always took so long for them to get things done; if they could argue about something, they would, even if there was nothing to argue about, they’d find a way. As a matter of fact, in one of the war council meetings, they were fighting over where they should land the castle next. Their squabbling managed to hit a two hour mark over a simple matter of location. 

That war meeting was actually the first one she had attended; the first time she saw him. His name was Hector. He had grey hair that barely fell to his broad shoulders. He was fit in his own right, he wasn’t big and tall like the other vampires in the crowd; but he was good looking. 

To put things bluntly, she didn’t think much of him at first. She didn’t think much of anyone, really. Her goal was to put all her energy on the extermination. With those goals in mind, there was no point in putting any effort in befriending him. She barely looked at him more than she had to. Isaac, much less. He made it easier with his blatant lack of interest in getting to know her or working with her; even when Dracula announced that she was being promoted to their position, he didn’t say anything to her. It was Hector who always chose to be the nice guy and talk to her. And she shot him down many times. Many of those times, she told him that she appreciated his friendliness, but was not interested in forming any sort of relationship. Especially not a friendly one. 

Of course, that changed when Godbrand kept pestering her one day. He wanted company for the night and she refused to be the one to give it to him. Hector happened to be near when Godbrand started to get a bit more persistent. The human decided to step in and get the immortal creature to give up. By then, Marisol had no choice but to thank him and show him some gratitude for being the nice man he was. They spent as much time as they could together from then on. Mainly because Hector wouldn’t leave her alone, but she played along. Soon, the roles reversed. And, often times, she would be the one to initiate their conversations; for example, sometimes, she would walk into his work space, lean against the door frame and ask him what he was up to, knowing very well just what he was doing. The work that he was assigned to do by the chief himself. Eventually, she found another excuse to come see him. Magic. Well, technically, Hector offered to teach her how to use certain powers that were gifted to her for being born half-vampire and half-witch and she took him up on his offer… everyday… for hours each day. 

Three weeks after she came to the castle, their relationship shifted from one of apathy to appreciation to adoration. Every minute they could spend together, they did. She learned new things about herself that she hadn’t known before; things her family hadn’t bothered teaching her and hadn’t been able to teach her. 

At this moment, almost four months after she arrived, Marisol felt content; she had finished her workload a few hours ago and was currently laying in bed. Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep; she was very much awake. And she felt fine until she found herself deep in thought, once again, about whether or not she truly wanted to end things for herself and cut her life short. She shook those thoughts away; she couldn’t afford to change her mind. Not now, not after all the hard work she put into getting there; in that time frame, in that place, in her position. 

She’d learned the art of necromancy and dark magic to help speed up their progress in ending the ‘war’.

Marisol gagged, the feeling of sick rushing up her throat and into her mouth made her even sicker. As quickly as she could, she grabbed a bucket she had been keeping by her bed and opened her mouth to let the liquid escape into the object. She had been throwing up multiple times a day for the past two months, now. It was severely abnormal for her, she had never gotten sick, ever, so the common cold wasn’t an option. She checked that one off her list. It could’ve been stress. She remembered the time after the car accident; how she threw up and cried, how she felt. She wouldn’t have been surprised if that were the case; but even then, she didn’t vomit as often as she was now –at this frequency or at this consistency. Two whole months felt a bit much. There were other possibilities, each one scared her more than the next. The last one she thought of scared her the most; she made a mental note to ask Dracula for his opinion and his advice should she need it. 

There was a soft rapping at her door that dragged her away from her time of reflection. The woman groaned, wiped her mouth with a cloth and hid the bucket before inviting the knocker in. She then turned down the music that was playing on her bluetooth speaker –the speaker she’d been able to keep alive for this long thanks to Dracula’s castle that was technologically advanced for its time– and sat up, making sure to act as if nothing were wrong, as the door was pushed open. The girl looked up to see Hector standing by the doorway with his arms crossed. “Good evening, Mar.” He greeted with a small smile.

Marisol rolled her eyes, “why are you just standing there? You can come in, you know.”

“I’m not planning on staying in your room for long. I’ve got work to do.”

“And you can’t do your work in my room?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“If it’s working, then yes.”

Hector shook his head before he turned his back on her and asked if she was going to come with him or not. 

Now they were in his workspace and Marisol watched him intently. Hector turned to look at the girl that sat next to him, “aren’t you bored?” She shook her head and asked how she could be bored when she was watching him make zombies. To which he answered with, “that’s very nice, but they aren’t zombies. 

“Whatever, same difference,” the man snorted as he went back to work. She didn’t know this, but she was his biggest distraction and he often found it difficult to focus whenever she was around him. It wasn’t her fault, he knew she didn’t do it on purpose, but she was captivating. His eyes wandered over to her, watching attentively as her eyes scanned one of the piles of dead bodies, locking onto a dead brown bear cub. “Can you bring her back?”

“Why?”

“Because I want a bear, was that not obvious enough?”

“Ah-ah. Why don’t we do it outside? Don’t you think it’d be nice for her to be revived out in the snow? It’d be cool. No pun intended.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you can do it yourself. I taught you how to.”

“Yeah, but I want you to do it for me.”

Hector let out a loud sigh, “you’d better take good care of her.” The man warned as he stood up, walked over to the pile, picked the bear up and gently set her down on the table in front of them.

The forge-master shrugged, letting the girl grab his hand to have them teleport just outside the castle. He got to work immediately and in a matter of seconds, the bear was moving on its own again. He watched a smile spread itself onto Mari’s face as she reached out to pet the bear. “What’re you going to name her?”

“I dunno yet, maybe Frankenbear? Like Frankenweenie. Hah, that’d be funny. Oh, right, you’ve never seen Frankenweenie. Anyway, what do you think?”

“That’s a… nice name, I guess.” His eye twitched. He didn’t like the name but he was too nice to say it. Marisol knew that, she’d spent too much time with him to let it slide past her and be oblivious to the way he functioned.

“If you have a problem with it, why don’t you name her?”

“Sol.”

“Why, ‘cause she has a sunny personality?” Mari giggled when the cub jumped onto her. Hector didn’t quite get her lame joke, so she felt the need to explain it to him, “‘sol’ means ‘sun’ in Spanish.”

“Ah. Well, no. That wasn’t it. I wanted to name her after you…”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“If it’s working, then yes.”

Marisol kissed him softly on the lips and he kissed her just as softly. She pulled away and thanked him before heading back into the castle. Her new pet, Sol, followed her in. Hector chuckled to himself as he watched her do so, slowly walking in, himself. He watched her play around with her new pet on her way up to her room. 

Mari sat on her bed, hugging her very much alive teddy bear as she, once again, travelled deep into her thoughts. She needed time to figure things out; mainly figure out how to get the courage to ask Dracula his opinion on a matter like this. She knew what was happening, she just needed to confirm it. But she didn’t want to confirm it. Confirming it would make it all too real and too frightening. She let go of the bear and sat close to the window pane, letting the cold glass touch her nose as she looked out at the white world in front of her. Her head fell from the clouds when she noticed that, once again, Hector was with Carmilla (she had found them conversing some days in his work room). It wasn’t so much the fact that it was another woman that was alone with him. It was the fact that it was Carmilla. She didn’t trust that woman at all and she didn’t want her to corrupt him. As much as she wanted to, however, she didn’t make any attempts to listen in on their conversation. She respected him enough not to give into temptation. Instead, she made a note to herself to ask him privately as well.

“But Dracula respects my skills. And the human world cast me out long ago. Why would I go against his wishes?” Hector asked the pale woman.

“Dracula has failed his own people. He believes that he fell in love with a human woman. He took a pet. You see that, don’t you?”

“I believe he loved her. He is capable of love. That’s the source of his conviction.”

“If you love something, you act to keep it with you for as long as you can. Instead, he allowed her to be killed by other humans.”

The wind blew relentlessly and Hector couldn’t stop himself from coughing. “He wasn’t there.”

Carmilla answers, “He wasn’t, no. He was travelling, like a human, at her whim. Not once did he move to protect her. Not once did he consider making her a vampire and bringing her into our community. You are loyal to Dracula and the night world, aren’t you? You would have protected her. Just like you wish to protect that dhampir of yours.”

Hector’s eyebrows furrowed, “Of course I would have and I do want to protect her.”

“Of course you do. But, on some level, he considers us less important than the brief life of a mistreated pet. Does that sound sane to you?”

Hector opened the doors in front of him and walked back inside, he couldn’t bear the cold anymore. “It sounds confused.”

Carmilla used her telekinetic abilities to close the doors behind her lazily. “And now he has taken us to war. Should this war be prosecuted by a confused man?”

“I-I don’t know.” He answered as he walked, furrowing his brows as he thought about what she was saying.

She had him wrapped around her finger now, she could tell. She knew she would the moment she mentioned Marisol. “Has it occurred to you that you yourself and your beloved dhampir, loyal servants of the night world, a prized asset in our lives and wars, are in fact next to die?” She continued, teleporting ahead of him to his right, startling him just a smidge.

“What?”

“You’re human, Hector. You threw in your lot with us because it was your path to greatness and joy. But your loyalty counts for nothing when a man who has decreed death to all humans, yet would not make his love a vampire, rampages across the face of the earth in mad fury. I ask you again, does that sound sane to you?“

“He promised me that this would be a cull. That humans would be reduced in numbers and controlled.”

“He is Dracula, Hector. Why would he tell the truth to a human? Even you?”

“I just want to do my work, Carmilla. I love my work.”

“I know you do. And I have a way of ensuring you will continue to do it. You just have to answer one question for me.”

“And what’s that?”

“Are you prepared to abandon Dracula to win the war?”

Hector dragged her into his work space and closed the door immediately. “You don’t say something like that out loud in this place.”

“What matters more? Wiping the earth of the humans you hate and submitting to your own death and the death of the woman you love, or coddling a broken old man? The Castle must land at Braila, Hector.”

"Why?”

“Because I wish it. The castle lands in Braila, by the river. Dracula’s loyal forces will leave the castle to take the town. My own forces will take the castle and unseat Dracula. Saving your life. Saving her life. Going forward to control and surround the human race.”

“Dracula is powerful. Your forces alone may not be enough.”

“You’re right. Brilliant Hector. They may not be.” She looks toward the pile of corpses that lie on the other side of the room, prompting Hector to do the same. “Which is why you must do something for me.”

Not long after Carmilla left, Hector heard the door open and close and a familiar voice ring in his ears. “What were you guys talking about?” It was Marisol, she was leaning on the wall in front of him, next to the window with her arms crossed.

Hector shrugged, not bothering to look at her as he moved toward the dead bodies in his room,  “nothing in particular." 

"You’re lying to me,” she spoke knowingly. Having spent the most time she could with Hector, that and being observant, she picked up on most of his habits and mannerisms. And, because of common sense, she knew there was no way they were going to be in this room for that long without conversing about something, unless they were doing something else. Marisol didn’t like where her mind was going. She closed her eyes and shook her head. 

“Is this your jealousy speaking?”

“I’m not jealous, I just don’t trust her.”

Hector smirked in her direction, looking at her with taunting eyes, “no? You’re not jealous?”

“I mean, I may be a bit jealous that you’re spending time with her instead of me, but–”

“When this is all over, I’ll invest all my time on y–”

“I won’t be here when this is over, Hector,” her voice shook. That reality had started to truly lay itself on her two months before; before having been with him, she didn’t care about losing her life, but now that she’d gotten to know him and invested her time in him, it was difficult for her to think of the mere possibility of being able to do that anymore.

"You will.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Whatever fantasy you may have, it’s not going to happen–”

“It will,” Hector clenched his teeth.

“No, it won’t. And you can’t stop it.”

“I can–”

“I don’t want you to.”

Hector closed his eyes and clenched his teeth before letting out a deep breath. He tried his best to stay calm and patient, but it hurt him too much. “Here you are, complaining about me not spending time with you all the while, telling me in the same breath that you don’t want to make any effort to stay with me after this is all said and done.”

“You wouldn’t understan–”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t understand. I don’t understand. And I don’t want to understand. I love you, but it’s become apparent to me that even though you say you do, you don’t feel the same way that I do.”

“Don’t say that… That’s not true…”

“Do you mind stepping out for now? I have work to do.”

“Hec–”

“Go! Please, just… Just go. I need some time to think,” He didn’t look back at her. He couldn’t.  She’d just hurt him in too many ways all at once. Some, he could forgive her for. But there was one thing he couldn’t bring himself to forgive her for at the moment. He couldn’t forgive her determination to kill the woman he’d fallen so deeply for.

He decided he was going to protect her, even from herself, no matter what. No matter how she ended up feeling about him. He’d rather her be alive and loathing him than dead.

Hector and Marisol hadn’t spoken for for a while after their fight. Their mutual silent treatment flowed into the next day. And the next one after that. The castle had changed locations a few times and they still hadn’t spoken to each other. When Marisol wasn’t in her own room, she was in Dracula’s, annoying him to no end with her venting. He found it amusing to a degree. They were in the process of killing people all over the world, coming up with strategies and picking the places to carry out these mass murders, and here she was, complaining about her first argument with her boyfriend. Alucard was never this talkative about his emotions. It just wasn’t his thing. This was what having a daughter was like. “Honestly, what the fuck’s his problem?”

“You’re angry because he doesn’t want you to die?”

“Well, yes and no. I’m angry because this bitch is talking to him and letting him think it’s okay to not respect the fact that I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“What, you think he didn’t feel that way before? He loves you, of course he wouldn’t want that for you. Just as I’m sure you wouldn’t want it for him.”

“Yes, but–”

“But what, Marisol?”

“He shouldn’t love me… No one else really does, so he shouldn’t, either.”

“What about your mother? Your sister? Your brother? I’m sure they love you.”

“They don’t matter all that much to me. They haven’t been able to give me what I need.”

“Regardless, why shouldn’t he be allowed to?”

“Because then it’ll hurt more when I go.”

“Then don’t. We can find your blood line and keep them alive so you can stay.”

“I don’t want to. I can’t let myself get remotely close to wanting to stay now.”

“It sounds as if you do.”

“I don’t. I’ve worked too hard to change my mind.”

Someone knocked on the door, Marisol instantly piped down and watched it open, as the door moved to reveal just who was asking for permission to enter. Isaac. “Close the door behind you, please.” She heard the vampire say. Isaac walked directly toward a mirror that stood in front of the book shelf. “Quite remarkable,” he said to himself after having touched the magic mirror. He stepped away and turned to face the other man in the room. “Carpathian?”

“Indeed. The last of the mirrors made by the Carpathian scrying hermits, 400 years ago.”

Isaac placed his hand under his chin, thoughtfully, “I must learn more about transmission mirrors one day.”

“There will be time enough. Soon the world will be silent.”

“God, yes. Listening to Hector made me wish for a lifeless world all on his own.”

“I find myself wishing you two were better friends.”

“As I said to him, making human friends seems a little pointless, given our current crusade.”

“True. But, at the end, there will be only you and him.”

“Presumably. He’ll be coming here to request you approve a move on Braila.”

“Why?”

“Hector doesn’t like it when the animals fight. Carmilla has the court whipped up.” The very mention of her name made Marisol want to rip her ears off the sides of her head. “Discord is loud. It bothers him.”

“Is he still loyal?”

“Oh, I think so. There’s betrayal abroad in the court, but Hector is a simpler creature than that. He just doesn’t like the arguing.”

“So the generals are going to betray me.”

“No. If anyone actually approached the verge of that, they would be taken care of without you ever finding out about it, my lord. It is simply in the air because they are frustrated.”

“So if I let them go to Braila, they’ll stop scheming and whining.”

“I think so. It will give Carmilla some power, but that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not a bad thing? That piece of shit woman is going to scheme and rile everyone up behind your backs whether she’s got power or not. And I want her gone. She’s not adding anything of substance to our initiative, she’s only chipping away at it in hopes of putting herself on top.”

“Are you sure your jealousy isn’t speaking for you?” Dracula chuckled.

Marisol scoffed, “I’m not jealous of an earthworm.”

“They have been spending a lot of time together, those two. Are you sure Dracula isn’t right?” Isaac chortle.

Marisol scowled. Was that supposed to be a joke? “Why is everyone dismissing this and pinning it on my imaginary jealousy of her? Whether I’m jealous or not has nothing to do with this. The fact remains, that woman can’t be trusted. If we go along with what she wants–”

“It doesn’t matter that we can’t trust her, we don’t. What matters is that we find a way to keep the others in line as well. And since they all seem to be on board with the idea, it is best that we go with it.”

Marisol scoffed, “going with the flow is more important than securing our victory? Our goals? Our goals will go to shit if we let that snobby weasel take control.”

“Nothing will wrong, I’ll make sure of that.” Dracula dismissed. “What Isaac is saying isn’t wrong, the War Room will speak to you three in one voice instead of a dozen.”

“Our egos and desperation to be obeyed will only hold us back. Who gives a flying fuck if they listen to us or not, we’ll make them do what we want them to any–” she stopped talking once she heard footsteps coming from outside the room. Dracula ignored her comment. Ordinarily, he would’ve said something, tried to intimidate her, had she been someone else. But he knew she was just concerned and that she was upset. He also knew he didn’t need to ‘scare’ her into submission when she was one of the most loyal people he had by his side. “It’s that bitch.” The girl informed them, disgust dripping with her words.

Isaac snickered, “you memorised the sound of her walking? My my, you really are jealous.”

Marisol glared at him, but didn’t answer. “Come sit here,” Dracula told her, using his telekinetic powers to draw her a seat next to him. She did as she was told and sat down. He hoped this would help keep the outspoken girl quiet whilst the rest of them chatted. Soon enough, both Carmilla and Hector walked in. The now eighteen year old girl chose to stare into the fire rather than acknowledge either of them as she listened to the conversation play out around her. She couldn’t bear to catch a glimpse of that revolting woman and she couldn’t bear to look at her lover that stood beside her. To say it hurt was an understatement.

“Isaac. We were looking for you.”

“I was admiring the mirror.” Isaac answered, rather uninterested.

“My lord, Dracula.”

“My lord.”

“Yes, yes, we all know who we are.” Dracula answered dismissively, “What do you all want?”

“Very well. Hector?”

“We would ask you to consider moving the castle to Braila, to conduct a full-scale destructive attack on the port.”

“To what end?”

“To seal it, and discourage escape by river to the sea. Then we turn inland, having land-locked the humans and turned their country into a prison.“ Carmilla answered instead.

"I agree. They make a good case. It unites the court. It lets us move forward.” Isaac elaborated.

“Braila. Fine. Braila it is. I no longer have the strength for these petty decisions. Amuse yourselves. We will go to Braila ourselves. So long as they all die.That’s all that matters.” Dracula gave in, not wanting to hear much more of the topic. Marisol’s head turned in the eldest vampire’s direction, wide-eyed and dumbstruck.

“Thank you. A great victory awaits.” Carmilla said giddily, now that she had gotten what she wanted.

“Yes, yes. Tell me when you’re ready for me to move the castle to Braila. Get on with it.”

The two of them left together without a single word with Marisol leaving soon after. She wasn’t happy with this. She wasn’t happy at all. After having expressed her suspicion, she was ignored, her ideas pushed to the side. Dracula still chose to go Carmilla’s way just to shut her up; despite having the knowledge, despite having received that warning from Marisol that everything would be in shambles should he follow through with Carmilla’s plan, he still agreed to give her what she wanted. All Mari could do now was hope for the best and let everything play out the way it was meant to.

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A/n: This one’s short, but oh well. Chapter 5 will be out soon, so yeah. I mean, yeah. Lmaooo, I suck. Anywho, love y’all no hetero/homo. TAke care of yourselves, and I hope you enjoy this short and lame ass chapter. I couldn’t help but notice that my finger did not leave the shift key quick enough and as a result, there was a capital A where there should not have been. I acknowledge my mistake. Will I do anything about it? No, it’s gonna stay there. :)

Warnings: bro, idfk.

Word count: 2690

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

January 4th, 1926 Small Heath, Birmingham 08:27

The weather was quite cloudy that day, a little more than usual; the precipitation falling slowly from the sky in the form of snow. Whatever sun there was, managed to squeeze itself into his room via the window, and hit his eyes. John stirred around in his bed and groaned, he didn’t quite feel like getting up; getting up would mean that he would start his day. To start his day would mean that he would have to make his bed, pick some clothes out and put them on; he would have to leave his room, wake all his children up, deal with the noise, and clean their rooms up; he would then have to make his way toward the kitchen, cook breakfast for his children, and then wash all the dishes, including the pots and pans used to make the breakfast; and then he’d have to try and find someone to take care of his children while he was gone. He didn’t mind doing it. He really didn’t. It was just that last part that sucked out all the motivation he may have previously had to get up. 

Finding someone to take care of his children had proven itself to be a very difficult task. If he’d forgotten what it was like for him during his time as a single father, he was definitely remembering now that he got his membership at the Single Father Club renewed. For years, he didn’t have to cook everyday, clean everyday, --although he did help Esme clean sometimes, he didn’t have to clean everything everyday-- and then struggle to find someone that was willing to take care of his six children. Oh yes, at first, he almost forgot that he only had four children back then. 

John laid in bed, hugging his pillow, pressing it tight against his body as he debated when to get up. He thought about the different people he could ask, scanned through them. There was, of course, his aunt. He knew she didn’t mind, to a degree, but he didn’t want to ask. He wanted to sift through his options before having to beg her for the millionth time. There was Mrs. Evans. Actually, no. Mrs. Evans wasn’t an option. He just remembered that she died… a year ago. It was a heart attack that took her, she was in her sixties; a short and stout woman with wrinkles in every visible part of her body. Now that he started to think about her again, she wasn’t exactly a nice woman and even if she were alive, she still wasn’t much of an option. He’d taken his children to her once before. They annoyed the hell out of her. She wasn’t very good with kids. She told him never to bring them back to her and he never did. And now she was dead. There was Mrs. Russo who’d just recently moved into the neighbourhood, but he didn’t want to leave his children with an Italian. Considering that his family was at risk of being killed by Italians and she had just moved in and offered to take care of his kids, he wasn’t going to do that. It was too much of a coincidence to him. Why the hell did she want to be near his kids? Finally, he thought of Mrs. Lloyd, an older lady that lived next to him who had offered to help him take care of his children once. But that was about seven years ago, before his surprise wedding to Esme, before he had a total of six children. He wasn’t sure she’d be so willing to let him take her up on her offer, but he needed to ask anyway. If she turned him down, he’d just have no choice but to leave them with his aunt. 

He hadn’t budged from his spot after he made his choice. He laid there without the actual need to get up for another half hour, or so he thought. There was a knock at his front door. Still, he didn't move. It was when he heard the door get unlocked from the inside and creak open that he literally jumped out of bed, buck naked, and stormed out. Stood at the door, holding it open, was his son. On the other side, the outside, was his older brother, Thomas, who couldn't help but guffaw at the sight in front of him. When poor Connor tried to turn his head to see what was so funny, Tommy grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, holding his head against his chest to keep him from looking. "Do you not have manners? You open the door for me but you don't say hi or offer to let your dear uncle in?"

John took the opportunity to sneak back to his room and slip into whatever clothes he decided to wear for the day. He looked in his closet which was comprised of mostly suits and picked out some clothes he could wear around the house in the meantime. He slipped back out of his room, careful not to make too much noise, not wanting to wake the others just yet, and made his way over to the kitchen table. Sat at the kitchen table was his unexpected guest. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Thomas chuckled and raised his brow, “shit, I’m sorry, too. This had better be the last time, we’re not children anymore.”

“No one told you to watch mum change my diapers.”

“What about that time you came up to me to show me you could do the ‘windmill movement’?”

“I was eight.”

“And that time, not too long ago, when I caught you having sex--”

“No one told you to storm into my room without knocking. Everyone knows: if the door is closed, I’m doing things I don’t want people to see.” “I did knock and you told me to come in.”

“I said I was comin’, idiot.”

“Same thing.”

“What do you need, Tommy?”

The question caught his brother off-guard for a second, John could tell. Thomas could be very expressive when he chose to be; he asked the man what he meant by his question. He always asked questions, even when he knew the answer. It annoyed John sometimes, mainly when the questions were directed toward him. He didn’t like that his brother played stupid with him. He sighed and asked him what he really wanted to know, why he was at his home without prior notice. And, in an attempt to play nice, told him that he would have made him something to eat if he had known the man was stopping by; Tommy simply stated that he wasn’t hungry, not addressing the question that had now been asked twice in two different ways. John wasn’t one to let go of things so easily; he merely stared at the man sat in front of him until said man cracked. 

Which didn’t take very long, “as you well know, I didn’t take Grace’s death well.” John groaned, he really didn’t want to hear this; he really didn’t want to talk about this. He couldn’t believe his brother actually came over to his apartment to give him a talk about how to ‘properly grieve’ his dead wife. “Did Polly put you up to this?”

Thomas didn’t deny it, “yes, but I also believe it’s a conversation we need to have.”

John started to curse up a storm as Thomas droned on in an unsuccessful stab at either tuning his brother out or getting him to stop talking altogether. “I wanted to apologise for using Esme’s funeral to--”

“Tommy, I really don’t care.”

“I’m really sorry this happened--”

John was fuming at this point. “Tom, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if it flew into my mouth. It’s done. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t need to talk about it, and I don’t appreciate you pretending to care to listen to me talk about it. And, quite frankly, I don’t appreciate you waltzing in here, trying to talk to me about Grace’s death two years after the fact, when I was begging you to speak to me and all you wanted to do was yell at me and Arthur and tell us what to do and who fucking to kill. Which, I’ll have you fucking know, is how we ended up in this mess in the fucking first place. That is how I ended up without a fucking wife to talk to about my day, to take care of my children, to cook for me and wait for me to come home, to warm the other side of my bed and hold me as I sleep. It’s your fucking fault I have to do this shit alone all over again.”

Thomas tried to apologise once again, but John stopped him right in his tracks. “Don’t worry about it. As long as I get to kill the bastard who ordered it, I’ll be alright.”

The uninvited guest cleared his throat awkwardly and John started to moan and groan for the second time in the span of ten minutes. “What is it now? Are you going to fucking tell me that I can’t do that either?”

“You can’t,” he didn’t even bat an eye when his younger brother slammed his fist onto the table, then flipped the same table and kicked it away. He simply watched as the table slid swiftly to the other side of the kitchen that was connected to the living room. John was breathing heavily and audibly through his nostrils, looking everywhere but at the bearer of bad news; he kept his arms crossed to keep himself from abusing anything else. 

"May I ask why I can’t kill him?” he asked politely, though he still made it fairly clear he was very upset through the tone of his voice. 

"Because I've already promised to let someone else do that," John barely got to open his mouth before Thomas spoke again to confirm the identity of the person he'd made a promise to.

"That American bitch?"

"Yes, 'that American bitch' is going to be the one to kill him."

"And please, do tell me why a stranger takes precedence over your brother when that Italian bastard killed your brother's wife."

"Because it was part of a deal we made. We take over her gang and her business and she gets to kill Luca."

"Jesus."

"She also brought her brother and her cousins to help provide security for our factory at no cost to us."

"Everything is about fucking money for you, isn't it, Tommy? My fucking wife died, do you know what that means? That man killed our family and you're letting a complete stranger kill the fucker instead of your own brother? Are you fucking kidding me? Why does that bitch even want to kill him--?"

"Dad, we're hungry," his eldest son interrupted him, pointing toward his siblings who stood behind him.

John instantly piped down, embarrassed that his children had seen him upset like that. "Er, yes. I'll make you something to eat right now."

"Can Uncle Tommy cook for us instead?" Katie, his daughter from his marriage to Martha, requested. 

"You don't like my cooking?"

"Er... Well..."

"Did you not like the omelette with toast I made yesterday?"

"The toast was burnt, daddy."

"It was not burnt, it's supposed to be cooked like that…” After a mini-staredown with his daughter, he turned to face Thomas, the man he was beyond angry with not too long ago.  “I really need to get a maid."

“I can find you some good ones if you’d like.”

The Same Day 16:04

It had been a few hours since John dropped his kids off at Mrs. Lloyd’s house. He was shocked she agreed to babysit them and didn’t at all seem unsettled with the fact that she was going to be caring for five running devils and one troublesome toddler; but he appreciated her help. After spending those hours, running around the factory and working there, John suggested that he and his brothers should make their way to the Garrison pub and spend some time together. And while he thought he was being slick, Tom knew exactly why he was so eager to go there. He’d have had to have been impaired to all his senses to not even guess it. John wasn’t the type to immediately bounce back from an argument or from being angry. If he wasn’t pleased, everyone knew he wasn’t pleased; when he didn’t have reason to save face, of course. 

They walked there, smiling and laughing and joking. All the while, John’s mind lingered on one thing and one thing only. He thought it was only fair. If he was being robbed of the chance to kill the man who’d ordered the death of his family, he’d want to know why. Why was this stranger coming into his life and ruining his opportunity to get closure? What made her problems more important than his? And then one little thought slipped into his mind, did she really want to kill him? Now he really wanted to know. 

They walked in there, giddy and laughing and joking, save for one. John’s face fell at the sight of her, but he quickly fixed that by propping up a fake smile when Arthur glanced at him. “Whiskey for the three of us!” The eldest brother requested as he dragged the other two into the room they had on permanent reserve for themselves. Y/n got right on it, grabbing three glasses and pouring the requested beverage into each one of them, walking toward the room once she was done. “Bring the bottle!” She heard him yell again. She walked in anyway, dropping off the glasses and letting them know she’d bring the bottle as was ordered. 

Y/n noticed something was off when she walked in for the second time with the bottle. The three men were all quiet and two were staring straight at her. She set the glass bottle down on the table. Then, she questioned whether they wanted something else. The excessive staring was getting on her nerves and a third set of eyes, John’s, joined in to make it worse.

Arthur seemed to be upset by something. What is was, she had no clue. She could only assume Thomas and/or John told him something to bring down his mood. Regardless, it was none of her business. Arthur broke the silence, “I’d like to know why you should be Luca’s executioner when my brother’s just lost his wife?”

She ignored Arthur; she didn’t feel like explaining herself to anyone, nor did she feel as if she had to. There was nothing to explain. She wanted what she wanted, made one hell of an offer for her want and that was it. Plain and simple. Nevertheless, she smiled at Thomas, gently grabbing and using her right index finger to draw circles on his hand before speaking in a soft tone. “So, Tommy darlin’, was my offer not enough for y’all?”

“Apparently not,” the tall man cleared his throat and rolled his eyes; lifting his glass up to his lips before taking a swig of his whiskey.

“Oh, how disappointing. My guys are probably tired, I think I’m gonna go check on them now, bring ‘em back home. They’re gettin’ real homesick, ya know?” She let go of his hand and gave Thomas a look. A look he somehow knew the meaning of. A look that told him to get his brothers to stop prying into her personal business and to be grateful they were receiving any form of help from her in the first place or she’d pull out and they’d be scrambling for more help for no reason. And she was back at the bar, serving whomever else walked in and asked for drinks. It seemed as though Thomas heeded her warning: she watched John angrily storm out as she poured some drinks for a group of young men.

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Vendetta

A/n: I meant to post this a few days ago, but life happened. I hope you understand. Also, hey, John actually shows up in this chapter. That’s cray cray. lmaooo, that was so cringe. Here I am, at 01:52 procrastinating on my sleep by deciding whether or not it’s a good time to post this. Anyway, as always, I love you, no homo/hetero/whatever’s hip, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Word Count: 3552

Warnings: You’re gonna have to find out the hard way this time. Cause I dunno what to warn y’all about rn.

Chapter 3

January 1st, 1926 Small Heath, Birmingham Y/n’s apartment

Ramona was sat on the couch in the living room with her slender arms and legs crossed when Y/n walked in. “And what makes you believe you have the right to be pissed?”

The oldest woman amongst the three snorted loudly. Surely, she wasn’t asked that question, and if she was, then Ramona had surely gone batshit crazy and lost her mind. Y/n kept her cool demeanor and her voice calm when she responded. “Maybe because I told you not to come and you did that anyway.”

“Okay? But it’s done. There’s no point in draggin' your shit ass attitude on.”

“You are probably the dumbest person in our family.”

“Oh, so now you’re callin' me stupid?”

“The fact that you’re asking me if I called you stupid right after I called you stupid, proves to me that you are, indeed, stupid.”

Ramona glared at her, but Y/n didn’t care. She could look at her anyway she wanted to, it didn’t change the fact that Y/n was right. “You never listen to me. Ever. I told you not to come for a reason and then you do that and bring Saraí along with you, on top of it.”

“You told me to watch out for her.”

“That didn’t mean you could bring her along. You’ve put the both of you in danger.”

“You’re here and you brought Victor with you… and our cousins.”

“They’re men. And this is just as much Victor’s battle as it is mine.”

“Then it’s mine, too.”

“No, Mona, it’s not.”

“Are you sayin' that because I’m a woman?”

“Yes, Ramona, I’m sayin' this just because you’re a woman,” she responded sarcastically before face palming and slumping down onto the chair in the kitchen. “My goodness, Ramo, you’re gonna give me an aneurism or somethin'.”

“Why come all this way just to ruin some other man’s career? You can just do that from home.”

Y/n shook her head, “I didn’t come here just to ruin his career. I came here to end his life and ruin his legacy.”

“Why? All he did was sell booze and compete with your prices.”

The twenty five year old shook her head once more. She wasn’t going to answer that question. She just wasn’t going to. As close as they were to each other, her personal issues with Luca Changretta was something she would never tell her little sister about. “You wouldn’t understand…”

“Then make me,” Ramona pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. Y/n hated that; she hated seeing her cry. Ramona knew that, that’s why she did it. Every time things don't go her way with Y/n, she just cried her way into getting it.

What she wasn’t counting on was for Y/n to see through it and not be affected by it at all. What she didn’t know was that Y/n always saw through it. The difference was that this time, she didn’t give in. There was no way she was going to reveal her secret to her sister. A secret she’d kept between only her and her brother Victor. The reasoning behind that was that he was actually involved; otherwise, he wouldn’t have known about it, either. The only part of her ‘beef’ with Luca that she’d reveal to her sister would be the part that her parents knew. She didn't like to think about that time, but she couldn't help it. The memories would flood in at random times. Whenever she went out and saw mothers spending time with their small children. Hell, whenever she spent time with her own mother, she would start thinking about what it would've been like if she could do that too. She almost had that once. Back when she was just a naïve eighteen year old girl, dating Luca Changretta, the devil himself. She found out she was pregnant and when she was about to tell him, he broke up with her because he had gotten bored of her and his mother didn't approve of the relationship. She told him she was pregnant and he told her she was just lying to force him to stay. He ended up leaving her anyway. Jaime was the eldest brother and he let her crash at his house for the rest of her pregnancy. No one else in her family knew except for Victor and his boyfriend at the time because they were living with him. She was excited to see her baby and when she finally gave birth, she was ecstatic even though she was understandably exhausted. So one could believe her initial confusion when she saw the devil burst into her room, right after she'd been told her baby was a girl and yelled at her for not telling him the baby was being born. Exhausted from the labour, she didn't respond to his argument. He then snatched the baby out of the midwife's arms before Y/n could get a good look at her. Lemme see her. She requested even though she didn't fully comprehend what was happening

He said nothing before killing the midwife and leaving the room, the house, her life with her newborn child. When she was well enough to get out of bed, she sped out of the room, hoping to find Luca there with her baby. He wasn't there, of course. He'd only come to stir up some trouble and steal her kid. What she found a bit off about her surroundings was that none of the male residents of the house were present. It concerned her because she knew for a fact her brothers wouldn't leave her alone at such a crucial moment in her life. Cautiously, she opened the front door. On the doorstep, barely alive, was Victor. 

Y/n… call the ambulance. Y/n stood there, paralysed.

Y/n, call the ambulance now. She snapped out of it and did as she was told was told without hesitation this time. Once she hung up, she made her way toward Jaime and Raul. Victor grabbed her leg. Don’t bother, he advised her and then proceeded to explain that Luca had ordered his goons to kill them, that there was no point in trying to help anymore.

Y/n stood up abruptly, her lips quivered as she inched closer to her little sister. She pointed in various directions while she spoke, "he killed Victor's boyfriend. He killed our brother and you're sayin' that it's not reason enough?"

"It's not. You have your own life, you have to move on. You and Victor."

The twenty-five year old smacked Ramona not even a millisecond after she made that statement. Y/n stared at her coldly, watching the young woman bring her hand up to clutch her red cheek. Y/n stared, watching the young woman's eyes well up with salt water. To be frank, the twenty year old was fairly startled. The attacker was shocked as well but the girl didn't know that. Still, she tried not to show her sister that she was slightly scared of her at the moment. "You're not a murderer, Y/n." Ramona sniffled.

Y/n started her walk to her room, stopping just before she reached the hallway. She craned her neck to gaze upon the woman from the side of her eye. "Don't you dare tell me what I am and what I am not. You don't fuckin' know me so stop actin’ like you do. You're not entitled to know every fuckin' thing about my damn life. You're no one to tell me how to run it."

January 2nd, 1926 Small Heath, Birmingham Esme’s Funeral 13:30

It was an ugly day. The sky was gray, the sun wasn’t out, it was fairly cold since it was still the beginning of winter. The air smelled like shit and smoke and despite all of this, they’d still chosen this day to do the funeral. It just seemed best. They needed to get it out of the way, to let John say his final goodbye so they could all get back on track with what really needed to get done. For the most part, Thomas was on his best behaviour for now. Mainly because of the fact that it wasn’t just those in his close circle that were attending this funeral, but Esme’s family as well and because it was his brother who’d lost his wife as well.

This day was proving to be a long day for Thomas as he’d predicted. At least until after Esme had been lit on fire and the gunshot was heard, notifying him that his little plan had pulled through. At that point, everyone was frightened, everyone but him and his brothers, of course, because they knew exactly what was going on.

“At ease! At ease! Do not return fire. I repeat, do not return fire! Stand down.” Thomas commanded as everyone there immediately dropped to the ground like flies. Everyone except for him, Arthur, and John, of course. “The men doing the firing are on our side.” He paused and looked at them. “I took the trouble of getting an invitation to Aberama Gold.”

“Oh, fuck. Now it’s begun.” Said Johnny Dogs.

“You put us out in the open on purpose. You used Esmè's funeral fire as a fucking beacon.” Polly accused Thomas in disgust. She couldn’t believe he would stoop so low just to bring out their enemy.

“We were never in any danger, Pol,” Arthur spoke calmly with his head down in an attempt to reassure his belligerent aunt and keep her from completely losing her mind on his younger brother.

“You set a trap.”

“Finn? Finn?! Go to the yard and light the fires.” Thomas ordered. Finn scurried off to do exactly as he was told.

“You set a trap with us as fucking bait.” She marched up to him. “Who’s dead?” She asked, pointing toward Aberama and his group of men.

“Our enemies.” Thomas responded simply.

“Who’s dead?” She demanded.

“Want to know, Pol? Two fucking local Italians heard about the vendetta, tried to make a fucking names for themselves-- that's who.” He snapped. “We got word to them about the funeral: the where, the when. Told them where to stand for the best shot. And Aberama Gold will do the rest. That's the language of vendetta they take one of ours, we take two of theirs.”

She looked to John. “Did you even consider for a second how he’d feel about this? She’s his wife, for Christ’s sake!”

John looked over at her, sniffing and scratching the side of his nose a bit as he spoke, “I knew.” He revealed.

“We all did.” Arthur said as well.

Polly scoffed, her arched eyebrows lifting up, practically touching the end of her forehead. “You knew… ‘We all knew’, huh? Who’s we, Arthur? Because I clearly had no clue about this, and neither did the rest of us.” She turned her attention away from Arthur and toward Thomas. “When did we vote on this, Tommy? Tell me, I’d love to know why I missed it.” She challenged and turned to John. “How are you okay with this, John? It’s your wife’s fucking funeral! Your fucking wife, the mother of two of your fucking children. You’re telling me you knew? That you were okay with it?”

“I’m not. I’m not okay with it, but it’s necessary.” John blurted.

Thomas nodded, “right. And this is how things are going to be. We’re going to do things even if we’re not okay with them if we’re going to survive. Things aren’t all sunshine and rainbows, these people killed Esme on Christmas day. Clearly, they didn’t care. We can’t afford to have boundaries either.”

The same day The Garrison Pub 21:12

Y/n was scrubbing down the bar when she’d noticed Thomas walk in with two men to his left and one to his right. None of them seemed particularly happy. She watched as they all went into the private room right next to the bar and followed them in. “Would y’all like to drink anythin’ in particular or should I come a little later?”

“Got bored?” Thomas asked, curious as to why the woman suddenly decided to pick up the open barmaid job.

“Yes and my sister’s bein’ a pain in the ass.”

“Ah… Whiskey, please… Irish,” he clarified quickly.

“Same for me. I'm Arthur, by the way.” said the oldest looking man in the room.

“Me too,” said the youngest, earning a glare from the rest of them. The boy sighed, “fine. Some water for me. Er... I'm Finn."

“How about you, hon? You want anythin’?” Y/n looked directly at the second youngest man there. However, it seemed that the glare he’d sent over to the boy had now shifted over to her.

“No, I don’t focking want anythin',” he spat.

Although he was being really rude to her, she didn’t pay much attention to it, catching Thomas off-guard. He’d expected her to unleash her sword of a tongue and cut some heads off but he got none of that. Instead, she went on her merry way to retrieve the items that had been asked of her.

“She’s a fockin’ American.” John spat at Thomas, redirecting his glare for the third time toward his older brother.

Thomas didn’t seem to care much about his brother’s concerns. He just said something sarcastic and along the lines of, “I wouldn’t have guessed it, John,” while pulling out a pack of cigarettes he had refilled before the funeral along with a match; picking out one of the cigarettes, placing it in between his lips and lighting it with that same match.

“In case you’ve focking forgotten, the American fuckers are after all of us right now and here you are hangin' around an American bitch.”

“She hasn’t given me reason to suspect her of anything, so why wouldn’t I hire her? She just moved here and was looking for a job until I gave her this one.”

“I can’t believe I’m abou’ to be the one sayin’ this, Tommy, bu’ are you focking dense? Have you go’en hit in the fockin’ head one too many times? The Americans are fockin’ after us.” John repeated loudly. “They killed my fockin’ wife. Or did you forget that it was her fockin’ funeral you went to today? The one where you killed two Italian motherfuckers,” he ranted, pointing his index finger at Thomas accusingly. “And don’t act like you hired her. You were just as shocked to see her workin’ ‘ere as we were. You even commented on it. Don’t think I’m fockin’ stupid.”

Thomas inhaled his smoke before taking it out of his mouth with a sigh, “listen, we need all the help we can get, alright? The Italians,” he put emphasis on the word ‘Italians’, “are the ones that are comin’ after us. From all over, as well. You name the place, and they’re coming. Should we distrust every Englishman we come across as well? Some of them are born here, too.” The man sighed once again, “just calm down. She’s not dangerous.”

John sighed, crossing his arms. There was no mistaking how he fel6t, he made it perfectly visible. He was beyond pissed and he was in complete disbelief that his brother, Thomas Shelby seemed to be completely fine with having her work at the very place they owned. Mr. Thomas Paranoid Shelby was letting this foreigner work here right after his younger brother’s own wife had been killed by Americans. Italian-Americans, yes, but Americans nonetheless.

Saraí walked into the pub. Well, more like stormed into the pub. “Y/n, we’ve got a problem.” She announced once she reached her sister who’d barely finished preparing the orders.

“Can’t talk right now, darlin’. Catch me later.” Y/n sang as she walked back into the room with the drinks. Saraí followed her right in. Y/n was in the middle of setting the drinks down when Saraí began to speak-- completely disregarding her sister’s request.

“Y/n, por favor, escúchame, es importante.” Saraí begged. Thomas’ eyes shifted from the two girls to Finn. He noticed how the teenager’s eyes were fixed on the youngest girl in the room.

John was the first one to speak, hatred thick in his voice, “not dangerous, huh? That bitch is speaking Italian.”

“It’s not Italia-”

“I don’t care, get out.”

But Saraí didn’t move and neither did Y/n. What was he going to do about it, anyway? Thomas was fine with them being there. “I said ge’ the fock ou’ of ‘ere.” He yelled louder, grabbing Finn’s glass of water and chucking it across the room, barely hitting Y/n as it hit the door behind her and shattered. Finn complained and finally focused his attention onto the events that were unfolding in front of him rather than the pretty girl that came running into their private hang out.

Saraí and her sister quickly made their way out of the pub. “So, what was so urgent that you had to come barging into the place?” Y/n asked while they walked hurriedly back to their temporary home.

“The Changrettas know we’re here.”

The rapid footsteps came to a halt and for a fleeting moment, the woman’s face broke it’s stoic character to give away just a small bit of her emotions, only to swiftly shift back into its resting state before she started her walk back up. Saraí took her silence as permission to continue speaking, “they left us a little present. It was a bomb, in a box. We know it was them because they wrote ‘con molto amore’.  Luckily, Ramona thought fast. She quickly and safely disposed of it, none of us were hurt.” As she spoke, Saraí’s panicked state worsened; the gears in her head continued to turn. “Do ya think he sent one to our cousins?”

“No, no. He doesn’t even know our cousins. He’s only ever met us. Remember, in New York, we all stuck to our own sides. He hasn’t ever had the chance to spill a glance at them, let alone figure out they’re with us. I never put our cousins out to do work at the borders of our territory, so they’re fine.” Y/n reassured her seventeen year old sister before looking around cautiously. “Now go inside,” she pushed the girl in. “I’ll go in a bit.” She watched her sister enter the apartment quickly before turning back around to look at her surroundings once more to make sure she wasn’t going crazy and to make sure someone was actually walking over.

Y/n would’ve been lying if she’d said she wasn’t worried. She’d just gotten news about a bomb being delivered to her apartment far from home and everything in this country was foreign to her. She stayed outside for a bit to get some fresh air but the air in this place was so stuffy to her; much like the air in New York. She never did quite get used to New York. She moved there when she was eleven years old from her hometown, El Paso, Texas. When she moved, she worked hard to assimilate and even learned the local accent for the sake of fitting in; she stopped caring after the unspeakable ‘Luca thing’. In many ways, it was a good thing life informed her about the man she thought she was in love with; however, it was very unfortunate that she found out too late to save her loved ones from the turmoil. Y/n exhaled slowly. For the past seven, agonising years all she could think about was the horrible things that man had done to ruin her. What once was a happy young woman was now a miserable individual that only had revenge on her mind. What was she going to do after this was all over and done with? She didn’t know. She hadn’t thought about it until now; and even still she wasn’t thinking about it. She was simply asking a question she had no intention of answering.

A familiar voice called out to her, asking her if she’d like a cigarette. The voice belonged to none other than Thomas Shelby. It came as somewhat of a shock to her that he’d followed her all the way back to her apartment just to offer her a smoke. She politely declined and explained to him that she wasn’t much of a smoker. She never found the act appealing. Much like drinking alcohol; except, you’d have more of a chance seeing her drinking a bit of scotch than to see her sucking up the fumes of burning tobacco leaves.

“I wanted to apologise on behalf of my brother, John. He doesn’t know you’re working with me,” the cigarette he pulled out and lit for himself touched his lips.

“There’s no need for that, I understand completely. His wife just died. I don’t expect him to be in the best of moods.”

“Yes, well. I suppose you’re right. I still wanted to apologise just in case you did take offense to what he said.”

“I appreciate that. Thanks.”

Thomas nodded and waved his left hand around, saying it was nothing and then proceeding to come forward with the real reason he’d traveled to the rented living space. “My brother, Finn, appears to have taken a liking to your sister…”

~~~

Y/n, por favor, escúchame, es importante: Please listen, I’ve got some important shit to say is basically what it means. Not literally, but that is the gist of it.

Con molto amore: With lots of love.

#John shelby #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders bbc #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #dj khaled #another one

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Wanderlust

A/n: sksksksk. I’m a VSCO girl now. And I oop-- And I oop--. M’kay. So I took a DNA test, turns out I’m 29% Kyle, 29% Jimmy, 14% Ike, 14% Nichole, 7% Clyde, 4% Big Gay Al, and 4% Thumper the Ski Instructor. Just thought you guys should know. As always, I hope you enjoy the chapter, I love y’all (no homo or hetero) and yeah. Spooky Season is starting up in a few days which means ABC Family/Freeform is safe to watch again. There was literally no point to this “author’s note”, I just wrote it to talk shit. That’s sad.

Warnings: You know the drill.

Word Count: 5960

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Chapter 4

Alucard was the first to notice that the humans in the group had woken up. He really didn’t want them to see him and Rory cuddled up to each other. “I’m going to go look for another book, do you want me to find you one as well?” He asked, not really giving Aurora time to process the fact that he’d just stood up. As a matter of fact, she was so unaware he’d gotten up, that she kind of just fell over. Her left cheek kissed the floor. She awkwardly sat back up. “Um… Yes, please? If you don’t mind?”

As much as he’d enjoyed his time with Rory that night, he didn’t want to hear, what he was sure would be endless teasing coming from the human half of the group. He wasn’t in the mood for it, nor did he feel that he had the time for it. “Sypha, I’m going out for a bit, do you mind opening the door for me later?” He heard her say, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the book he’d stuffed his nose into. He was curious to know why she was leaving, but figured that wouldn’t go far and would, in turn be fine. She probably needed some time alone. Outside.

However, half an hour passed, and she wasn’t back.

Another half an hour passed, and she still wasn’t back.

Two hours passed and she still wasn’t back. “Sypha,” Alucard called as calmly as possibly could, though, he was getting very antsy. Whilst being confident she could take care of herself based of her progress in training, he didn’t feel comfortable in just leaving her to fend for herself.

“Yes?” The unsuspecting red-head called back, not caring to take her nose out of the book she was skimming through.

“Did Aurora tell you where she was heading, exactly?”

Trevor poked his head around the bookcase where the dhampir stood, said head was rather close to the man’s chest. The brunet looked up at him with the biggest grin he could muster, “are you worried, lover-boy? Muah muah muah.” He baited, making kissy noises at the end of his little question.

Alucard glowered at the man-child, pressing his hand on Trevor’s face and applying just enough force to push him away and not cause terrible harm to his hairy face, head, or neck.

Sypha sighed, they were always picking on one another. It was stupid, in her opinion; not that anyone asked. “I don’t know where she is, actually. She didn’t tell me, she just said she’d be back in a bit.”

“Open the door for me when I get back, then.”

“Huh?” He was gone.

By this time, the female dhampir had the time of her life. She was out living her best life. Or, at least, making the best out of it, considering the current state of it and the surrounding circumstances. Aurora had sun-bathed for a bit and had gone sight-seeing. Her plan was to take a quick bath in a lake, if she was able to find one, and then catch a wild boar that she’d been keeping her eyes on. Her plan was to catch it and take back it to the group. She wanted to use its blood to feed herself and the other dhampir and then cook some ham for Trevor and Sypha. None of them had eaten for a bit, so she thought it’d be nice to bring them some food. Much to her disappointment, she hadn’t yet found a sitting body of water. According to Adrian, rivers weren’t safe for, what she described as, ‘happy vampire bath time’, because running water was one of the things that could kill them. Aurora thought it was stupid, but she wasn’t going to risk her life just because something sounded dumb to her.

She walked and walked and walked until she stumbled upon a lake. Bingo, she thought once she got there. The woman took her book bag off her person and opened it. It had everything she had packed for her now ruined trip since she hadn’t really taken anything out of it except for her headphones. Quickly, she pulled out a pair of black sweatpants, black tank top and underwear. She closed the bag up and set the clothes on top of it. She was a bit bothered that she didn’t have a towel on her, but it wasn’t like she was prepared for what happened. Fortunately, she did pack small bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner into her bag. That quickly brought her mood back up. Her shorts and panties were the first to go, soon followed by her shirt and bra. Into the lake she went without giving it a second thought. She practically ran in. She hadn’t taken a bath in what felt like days. Apparently, getting to a library was more important than taking baths daily and they did it every other day instead of when it was necessary in her eyes. She had been alternating between two outfits the entire time.

Another half hour passed, but she hadn’t noticed, she was too busy floating around and lathering her dirty clothes in soap to pay attention to anything. She did know that quite some time had passed because when she looked down at her hands, she saw that the skin had shriveled up like prunes. That was when she decided to step out and get dressed.

And that was when she heard it, “there you are, what took you so long–?” It was Adrian. And he’d just seen her naked. He turned around and cleared his throat, “sorry about that.”

Aurora’s reaction was delayed due to the shock. She let out a shriek, covering herself to the best of her abilities with the clothes she’d hand-washed in the lake. “Oh my goodness, look away, you creep!”

“I am looking away. I have been for the past two minutes.” He defended himself blindly while he waited for her to put her clothes back on. All the while, she was going on about how embarrassing this was for her and how he should’ve told her he was coming.

“You can turn around now.” She grumbled, putting her book bag on and walking over to him with her wet clothes balled up in her fist. “You see that boar over there?” She pointed with that very hand.

“Yes.”

“Catch it and carry it all the way back to the hold, and I’ll consider us even.”

“Why do you want me to catch a boar?”

“For starters, I’m hungry. With that being said, I’m sure you’re all hungry, too. Catch it.”

The man sighed, she did make a fair point. Ever since they’d gotten to the library, they hadn’t really left it. Remembering that she was still getting used to being a vampire and not as good at controlling herself as him, it was a good idea to fetch themselves a quick meal to take back. Or, in their case, drink on the way back.

“Finally, what took you so long?” Sypha complained once she’d opened the door for the two dhampirs and they’d made it all the way down the stairs and into the main building. The words Sypha used brought the feeling of embarrassment back for Aurora and she looked away, not letting her eyes meet the other woman’s face. Sypha paid no mind to that and looked at the other dhampir. She noticed what Adrian was carrying and saw that her previous question had been answered without the need to speak.

“Is that a–?”

“Boar? Yes.”

“Bon appétit, y’all.” Aurora cut in, giving Adrian a look as if to say ‘put it down’. He didn’t quite catch that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Maybe she wants you to…” Trevor then proceeded to kiss the air and make loud kissy noises. No one laughed at his great joke and instead focused on the dead animal in Adrian’s hands. 

“Haha, very funny,” she laughed sarcastically, not at all amused by his piss poor attempt at making a joke. After seeing the vampire hunter flip the birdie at her, she turned her attention back to the dhampir. “I was trying to tell you to put the pig down.”

“Ah.” The blond smiled awkwardly and set the dead animal down on a table. His eyebrows furrowed, “if that were the case, you should have said so.”

A gasp escaped the brunet’s mouth once he realised he’d forgotten to ask, what he deemed, an important question. “Did you bring me a drink?” 

“No? I’m sorry, I’ll go and get–”

“No,” Adrian interjected, “he’s a man. He can go get himself a drink if he really wants one. Maybe have Sypha conjure up some water for you? That’s what you really need. That and some exercise.” He patted his stomach as if you insinuate that Trevor was developing a sexy case of potbelly. Aurora gasped. If Trevor hadn’t felt the burn, she certainly did for him.

“Do you need to argue like children all the time?” Sypha grumbled. Their playful banter always got on her nerves. Or, at least it seemed that way. She did find it amusing at times, this was one of those times, but she didn’t want them to know she was enjoying it. If she laughed, she felt that would encourage them to verbally abuse each other even though that was far from the case. 

The other woman in the room laughed at her comment, “boys will be boys, no?” 

“I guess,” the speaker sighed, stuffing her face back into the book she had in her hands. No one cooked the wild pig, so no one ate from the wild pig. Except, of course, for the bloodsuckers in the vicinity. Hours had passed, the sun had gone down and has been replaced by the shining moon and stars around it; and still, no one ate. They were all so busy working, they’d forgotten to eat. Occasionally, the stomachs of the more vulnerable species would growl, but they didn’t budge from their jobs. And the moment it stopped growling, their hunger slipped from their minds.

“I’ve got the mirror working,” Adrian announced after hours of listening to everyone else flip pages and, in Trevor’s case, eat shit. Being that it was very quiet in that underground library, there was no way he hadn’t been heard. The vampire hunter’s head perked up at the news and he immediately stood up from the corner he’d been sitting in and ran over to the center of the bottom-most floor of the basement. Sypha did the same, closing the book she had in her hands. Aurora could hear the distinction in their footsteps, Trevor’s were heavy and quick while Sypha’s were light and slow. Unlike the other two, the teenager stayed where she was, not caring enough to get up and investigate. She continued to read her book and ignore everyone else to the best of her ability.

Trevor was the first to speak out of the human pair, “so, we’re looking at Dracula’s evil lair?”

“His study,” Adrian corrected.

“Same thing,” he argued, staring at the mirror before him. “Looks like daddy’s home.” The room was fairly empty until more people stepped into the study. The three of them watched intently as their enemies spoke.

“That can’t be right… She looks just like Aurora,” Trevor mumbled.

“That must be her sister,” said Sypha. “But why is she there?”

“I don’t know, but Aurora mustn’t find out about it yet, she may not react positively.” Adrian warned, but it was too late. Rory had already heard what he had said and she was already there, standing behind them. They hadn’t really noticed it until a book went flying and the mirror shattered. A gasp escaped Sypha’s lips as the glass shattered and fell to the ground along with the book that was used to destroy it and the mirror’s wooden frame. “Aurora!” The woman scolded.

“You fucking piece of shit,” the female dhampir cried. “You were going to keep this from me? You? Of all people? Of all things?”

Adrian tried to calm her down, “Rory–”

“Shut the fuck up!” She slapped him and punched him, pounding her fists against his chest. And he let her. “You don’t get to say shit. I fucking hate you.” She repeated as she hit him relentlessly without holding back any of her strength. Adrian grabbed her wrists and she pushed him, successfully managing to get out of his grip. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She stormed off.

“That bitch broke the fucking mirror,” Trevor spoke with severe hostility.

“It’s not an issue, I can fix the mirror again,” Adrian sighed, trying his best to ignore the fact that the vampire hunter had just insulted the girl needlessly.

“It’s an issue because that bitch just delayed the fucking process… Again.” He spat once more. The dhampir’s nostrils flared.

“Call her that one more time,” he threatened. Of course Trevor, being Trevor, wasn’t just going to back off and watch his mouth, instead, he said exactly what he was warned not to say; unsurprisingly earning himself a swift punch in the face. The vampire hunter fell straight down. “Fuck, that hurt.” He groaned, rubbing his cheek and backside simultaneously.

“Yes, well. Maybe next time you’ll watch your mouth,” Sypha lectured as she helped him up. “Go talk to her.”

Adrian shook his head, “she’ll need her space for a bit. I’ll speak to her when she’s calmed down…” “She needs you now.” “Yes, well. We’re back at square one with this damned mirror and I would very much like to get work. It shouldn’t take long now that I know I was able to and how. She can wait.” “Alucard--” “Please, just… Let me think for a moment.”

Sypha took a deep breath before she scolded the brunet. “Trevor, that was very rude of you.”

“She shouldn’t have broken the mirror.” The simple human shrugged.

“Well, how would you feel?” Sypha questioned, only getting a sigh in return as the vampire hunter sat up. “What would you want me to do?” He complained as if there were no options left for him. As if apologising to the teenager weren’t an option. Because it wasn’t, at least not to him. In his mind, he did nothing wrong. It wasn’t like he’d insulted the girl to her face. 

“Say you’re sorry, maybe?” “For what?” “There’s just no getting through to you, is there? You called her a bitch, Trevor.” “Not like I said it to her.” “No, but I’m sure she heard it. Now go apologise,” and when Trevor didn’t budge, Sypha didn’t either. “Now.” She demanded.

Trevor sighed, this was so unnecessary. It wasn’t like he jumped in the mirror and killed her sister, for Christ’s sake. Why were these damned women so sensitive? He grumbled the whole way up the stairs and cursed when couldn’t find her at first. So annoying, he thought as he walked past different bookshelves whilst glancing to see if she was there. He found her at the end of one of the bookshelves, the second to last bookshelf on that floor, sitting on the floor. He didn’t notice her when he walked by it initially until he heard her sniffle. “Hey, uh, listen,” he called, catching the brunette’s attention. She wiped her face before lifting her head up to focus on the human that stood in front of her. “I, er, wanted to say that I’m sorry. Very, very sorry. Deeply sorry. I wasn’t thinking and what I did was terrible.” Aurora’s eyebrows knitted themselves together and her eyes squinted as they gazed up at the man. “And what did you do, exactly?” She crossed her arms, curious to hear what he’d tell her. “Well, I, er--” “Now it’s your turn to listen. I don’t want a half-assed apology. If you don’t want to say sorry or you don’t really know what you’re apologising for, don’t worry about it. We’re good.” Trevor sighed in relief, “oh, thank God.” He slumped down and sat next to her on the ground.

The girl scoffed, “not so good with apologies, huh?” “Eh, you can say that,” he chuckled. “Not a people person?” he shook his head, “me neither.” The vampire hunter took this as an opportunity to mimic the girl and scoffed, “yes, you are. You can talk your ass off.” “And here comes the pot calling the kettle black.”

He was stumped, he didn’t know what that phrase meant. Of course he wouldn’t, it wasn’t in common use at this point in the timeline. It probably hadn’t even been thought up yet. Aurora caught onto that when he looked at her like a lost puppy. He was about to ask, himself, when she took the liberty to explain it, “it means you’re being a hypocrite. You’re saying I have to be good at socialising because I talk a lot when you talk a lot as well.” “I guess we’re similar in some ways.” “Oh, please no. You’re the last person I want to have things in common with.” “That was uncalled for,” Trevor chuckled, stopping abruptly when a thought crossed his mind. Aurora was still giggling when he started back up, “you know…” her head turned. “I didn’t get to grow up with my family…” “Yeah, we all know that, Trev.” “Shush, you’re ruining my moment.” She rolled her eyes while he quickly cleared his throat and tried to get serious again. “What I was trying to say before you rudely interrupted me was that I see you fuckers as my family, because you lot are the closest thing I’ve had to family in years. Alucard is my smart mouthed brother, you’re my incredibly annoying little sister…” “Gee, thanks,” she commented sarcastically. “And Sypha is… Sypha.” Aurora snorted, knowing all too well that Sypha wasn’t ‘just Sypha’ to him. Sypha wasn’t a random person in the little make-shift family he had. He loved her too much for that. He cared for her in an entirely different way than he cared for the dhampirs in the group. If Sypha were to have a role in his family, the role would be as that girl next door that he’s known for quite a bit. The girl next door that had become his friend. The girl next door that he’d fallen in love with. And everyone knew that. Everyone knew he liked her in more of a romantic manner. It was more than obvious. To everyone except Sypha herself. Funny how that worked. “You love her,” the teenager whispered. It wasn’t a question like Trevor had thought initially, it was a statement. 

The vampire hunter did know how to respond at first, he rubbed the back of his head nervously and avoided eye contact. He was flustered and his face gave it away without even trying to conceal it. “Don’t try to deny it, lying isn’t a cute look for you.” The dhampir pulled her phone out. She wasn’t going to use it-- she couldn’t, the battery was long dead. She just twirled it around like she would a fidget spinner. She had a fidget spinner in her bag but her phone was closer. She turned her head to look at the man again. He was stuttering up a storm, it was evident he was struggling to speak; but Aurora knew what he wanted to say already. Or rather, ask. “You want to know how I know?” He nodded. “It’s more than obvious, bro. You’re like, up her ass twenty-five eight. You guys cuddle up to each other when you sleep and shit, did you know that? Well, you should since you wake up the same way you fall asleep. Anyway, Addy knows it too. The only one that doesn’t is Sypha. Don’t worry, your not-so-secretive secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.” “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to sulk in peace.” She looked at Trevor as if to say ‘get the fuck away,’ but he didn’t quite catch that. She wiggled her eyebrows, nodded her head in different directions but nothing. He still didn’t get it, he just sat there. Or maybe he did get it but secretly hoped she’d be the one to get up and go. “Um… Can you leave, please?” “Dammit, I was hoping you were gonna do that. I just got up here.” He complained. Bingo. 

It’d been a few hours since she’d broken the mirror. Sypha and Trevor were sitting in their usual spot. Adrian had stopped working on that mirror for a bit. He was currently pacing around. Aurora stood by the vampire skull trophy case and stared into it, deep in thought. Marisol was on the opposite side of the playing field. Behind enemy lines in the war she got dragged into. Rory’s breath quickened– and now she was hyperventilating. She felt so little, so powerless. Helpless. She now had to choose between her sister and the human race. She couldn’t bear the thought of her sister dying. She couldn’t bear the possibility of it being there when it happened, to see the girl die when her life had barely started. It was terrifying.

She felt two strong arms wrap themselves securely around her waist. Aurora knew exactly who it was. Trevor wasn’t much of a hugger, Sypha was shorter, and they were both asleep so it wasn’t really difficult to pinpoint who it was. “She’s going to end up being one of these, isn’t she?” She was referring to the skulls, implying that her sister was going to die, whether they were going to be the ones to do the job or not. She could feel Adrian’s chin on her left shoulder and looked at him through the reflection that came off the glass. She could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke, “I can't even begin to imagine what you might be feeling at this very moment.” Although she took great comfort in his affectionate gestures, she wasn’t satisfied with what he had to say and she wasn’t happy with the way he’d handled things earlier in the night when he found out her sister was with his father.

Aurora shoved his hands off her and turned to face him, “we’re not alright.” She began, “this isn’t okay. What you did wasn’t okay. And what you’re doing now isn’t fine, either.”

“I have not stated otherwise,” he was hurt. He was hurt, but he hid it well. This wasn’t about him. His feelings didn’t matter at this very moment. This was the time for him to try and patch things up with someone that was important to him. Her feelings mattered most. He’d spend his time alone to let his anger simmer down for this reason. To be able to have her dump her emotional baggage on him without the risk of piling more unnecessary cargo on. He wasn’t exactly pleased with her before this very moment. His work had been shattered and destroyed right when he’d gotten it done, so of course he wasn’t feeling up to speaking with her immediately after. 

“You were going to hide it from me.”

“Not for long… Just until I figured out how to tell you.”

“Until you figured out how to tell me my sister’s gonna die.”

It was at this moment he realised she wasn’t actually upset with him. She was devastated because she was starting to grasp the fact that this entire situation was risky and that her sister’s like was at risk along with it. Seeing her with whom she perceived as the enemy, plotting, scheming to help bring about the end of times. Helping bring about the erasing of their reality, their way of life, their mere existence. It wasn’t right. And to be frank, Alucard was scared shit-less knowing that her sister was in cahoots with his father. The fact that she was from the future, providing him with information to help him in his crusade against humanity added more pressure onto him. He didn’t have much room for error. Not that he did before, but Marisol was the nail in Dracula’s coffin. Dracula definitely needed to die now. 

Regardless of his own concerns, he took the initiative to try to comfort her. “You don’t know that… She didn’t appear to be there as a prisoner.”

“Yeah, but she’ll end up dead, anyway. You guys are so hell bent on ending this war that you’ll kill whoever you have to kill. Including my sister. And me, should I decide to get in your way.”

Adrian didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what to say. Aurora sighed and used her telekinetic powers to unsheathe the man’s sword which had been lying around far from them, on the other side of the underground structure. “I’d rather not be around to see her die.”

“Aurora, what are you–”

“She’s all I have left, Al. If she dies, I’m nothing. I’ll have no one,” she cried. That was when he saw the sword flying straight toward her head, blade first, at a very high speed. Aurora closed her eyes and waited for the sword to plunge into her skull. Seconds passed and she opened her eyes. She was obviously still alive, much to her confusion. And he was pissed. He felt like she’d just slapped him in the face all over again. Here he was, giving her all of his care, all of his affection, all of his attention, and she had the audacity to insinuate that she’d be utterly alone if her sister died? He was working hard to find and kill the man that raised him, often times, putting that on hold to spend time with her and check to see how she’s doing; and she says that she has no one but her sister? After he’d put in a lot of work to make her feel like she had someone to talk to? It made him feel like complete shit. He was genuinely upset that he’d expressed his love for her in many different ways, many of which were very out of character for him, and they all went unnoticed and that she still felt like she had to deal with things all on her lonesome. And this time, he wasn’t going to be silent about it. He wanted to originally, but then she decided she wanted to give up and he wasn’t having that. If he wasn’t giving up, there was no way in hell that he would let her do give up either. He was filled with so many emotions, he felt like he could explode. He was like a soda bottle that had been shaken pretty well, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to slowly twist the cap off, slowly letting out gas as they twisted before outright dumping everything on top of them. “You’re so fucking stupid,” the male dhampir began, tossing the sword to the side, not exactly caring about where it landed. 

“What did you just say to me?” Aurora challenged. “So now you’re deaf? I called you stupid. You’re deaf and stupid.” “And you’re an asshole.” “Yeah? Well, fuck you.” He walked closer to her. “No, fuck you.” She pushed him back. “You have no idea how irritating you’re being right now. I’ve done so much to show you that I care about you a lot. I’ve done so much to show you that I want you to be with me. I’ve told you I wanted you to stay. I’ve done so much to show you that you can speak to me whenever you’re feeling like shit and you don’t care. If you feel alone, that’s because you want to feel alone. You’ve been such a good friend to me, you’ve moved me, you’ve…” He had to stop momentarily; his throat was closing up and tears were welling up in his eyes. A few escaped and fell down his cheeks. “You’ve made me feel things I didn’t believe were possible for me to feel, especially in this period of time. I looked forward to being with you after this all ended. You’re all I have to look forward to.”

Aurora’s gaze softened as she stared up at the man, tears started to stream down her own face at the sight of him. She stepped closer to him and lifted her hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears with her thumbs. It was true, she wasn’t being the most logical about the situation. And to just blatantly say that she would have no such thing as a companionship if her sister were to die was again, stupid. He’d practically been her best friend ever since they met and had been there for her when she was going through her moments of depression. He’d taught her about the many different aspects of her vampiric abilities and trained her to perfect said abilities as much as she could. She couldn’t help but feel ashamed of herself for bringing him pain. “I’m sorry, Adrian...”

Adrian looked down at the woman and wrapped his arms around her once again. “I understand your concern for your sister, but a suicide attempt won’t solve anything. To do such a thing, it’s-- it’s… It’s so fucking selfish. To do that to yourself, to do that to your sister, to do that to your mother, to do that to me…” He clutched onto her tightly. “Do you know how devastated everyone would be?” “I’m sorry,” she repeated, starting to sniffle as her nose got stuffed with snot. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s alright… I just need you to know that I care about you even if you think otherwise.” The female dhampir nodded and rested the left side of her face flat on his chest. 

“You won’t kill her, right?” She asked meekly. 

Once again, the dhampir shook his head. Of course he wouldn’t, deep down, she knew all along that he wouldn’t. “I can’t. She means too much to you and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself with the knowledge that I took her away from you.”

“God, I love you,” she whispered without even registering her last thought had poured out of her mouth. When she did, she made no effort to take it back. She didn’t want to look up at him. If she did, she feared that he’d see just how desperate she was to hear him say that he loved her too. She waited and couldn’t help but feel foolish for thinking, even for a second, that he loved her the way she loved him. 

They embraced in stillness for a bit before Aurora felt Adrian’s body shake. Curious, she looked up to see fresh tears were falling down his face and he was laughing hysterically; her eyebrows knitted themselves back together. “Are you okay? What’s so funny?” “You are,” he continued to laugh. “What were you so anxious about?” “Don’t worry about it.” “I love you too. Although I’m not sure if you meant it in the way that I mean it, I love you.” “You mean as friends?” “If that’s how you meant it, then this will be quite embarrassing,” he answered, pulling out a necklace from his pocket. It was rather simple, but the simplicity of it made it more beautiful all on it’s own. The gold chain was paired with a ruby pendant that came in the shape of a teardrop. “This belonged to my mother…” He explained as he stepped back, reached down Aurora’s side and gently took her hand, bringing it up to her chin and placing the simple necklace onto her open palm. “It’s very important to me… You’re very important to me, so I’d like for you to have it.”

“Oh wow, I--” she looked down at the necklace, “thank you…” “It’s of no trouble to me… I had originally intended to give this to you in the morning but I think it’s better that I waited until now. Happy birthday, Aurora.” “You remembered,” she wanted to slap herself for having stated the obvious. But she couldn’t help it, she was happy. With everything that had been happening, he still remembered. “How could I not? You were babbling on about it when we first met. It was hard not to have it drilled into my head.” “I-- fuck you.” “We’re not even married yet and I am an honourable man. Trust me when I say, that will not be happening any time soon.” Aurora’s face was now flush red, “what do you mean we’re not married yet? We’re not even dating.” “I apologise, I made the assumption that we were now…” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “it wasn’t explicitly stated, so no. But if you really want to be with me, I wouldn’t mind it.” She shrugged, making an attempt at playing it cool. Alucard saw right through her but smiled back at her nonetheless. 

He stepped closer to her once again and started to lean down, Aurora gulped. “May I kiss you?” The dhampir nodded as slowly as she could so she wouldn’t seem eager. She leaned up and he leaned down a bit further so their lips could meet. 

Normally she was very cautious about things like this: dating, relationships, etc. She’d found it difficult to trust other people and bond with them. And if she had to be honest with herself, she never actually dated anyone. She had been so scared to give her heart away that whenever she had a ‘boyfriend’, she would keep them at arm’s length; she wouldn’t even hug them more than she had to. So everything piled on, one after the other, meant so much to her. Her first kiss was with someone she was actually willing to open her heart up to. That was why, when they’d pulled their lips apart from each other, she said, “thank you…”

The vampire shook his head, “to be honest, I should be thanking you.”

“For what?”

“I’ll tell you later,” he leaned down to kiss her forehead. Aurora was a bit mixed up by his answer. They’d already been deep in conversation for a while, why was he delaying his explanation now? She could hear the footsteps now, and it was starting to make sense to her. Trevor was on his way over to the new couple and Alucard didn’t want the man-child to make fun of them for having kissed his girlfriend. Was he embarrassed? No. He just wasn’t in the mood for Trevor’s smart mouth.

“Are you done crying and making out now? Your man’s got work to do, thanks to you.” 

Adrian landed a quick little punch to the vampire hunter’s gut once he got close enough to do it. “Was that a ‘no’?” The bearded man groaned, wrapping his arms around his waist.

The dhampir didn’t necessarily respond, he just walked behind the brunet that was feeling a small, temporary pain. Aurora gently grabbed his hand and he stopped, Trevor kept walking. “You won’t regret giving me this, right? You don’t want to save it for someone else? Or at least, until you’re sure you want to give it to me?”

He couldn’t help but find himself feeling slightly offended. Did she really think he’d even consider giving this to someone else after the conversation they just had? Did she really think he hadn’t made up his mind about his feelings toward her after he expressed them? “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to regret this.” Adrian cupped her face gently and kissed her forehead, “I won’t.”

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Vendetta

A/n: Hope y’all enjoy it. I know, I know, John still hasn’t shown up. Don’t worry, you’ll see him soon... In the next chapter, I promise. The next chapter will be up in a few days, so y’all won’t even have to wait that long. Love y’all, no homo/hetero so please stick around, thank you. 😔👉👈

Warnings: Once again, cursing, I think.

Word count: 2368

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

January 1st, 1926. 

Small Heath, Birmingham. 

Y/n hadn’t slept a wink that night. After the party, she cleaned up and packed her suitcase. Her flight was scheduled to go at five in the morning. It was still fairly early in the day when she arrived as England was only five hours ahead. She’d flown from New York to her destination in a matter of a few short hours and it didn’t take long for her to find the apartment that her new business partner had arranged for her. She set her things down and started to organise everything straight away. Although Y/n was in for business and wanted nothing more than to get right into it, she couldn’t bring herself to meet the previously mentioned business partner without tidying up a bit. Considering it was one in the afternoon, she had half an hour time to clean up before she had to make her way to the Garrison Pub.

“You just can’t stay still, can you?” Victor mused from his spot on the couch. “I’ll make us something to eat.” He offered without moving a single muscle.

“I’m not hungry.” She answered as she scrambled around.

“Well, I am.” His eyebrows furrowed as he watched her, “why are you in a rush?”

“I have somewhere I have to be soon?”

“Why are you unpacking, then?” “Porque me da la perra gana,” she sighed, pulling out of the room she picked for herself to walk into the living room. “You’re gonna make breakfast, you said? Chop chop, jit. We haven’t got all day.” “Who’re you callin’ a ‘jit’, jit? You’re the one that’s two feet tall,” he stood up and stood tall at six feet and three inches. He was one of the giants in the family. 

Victor walked over to the small kitchen and searched through the cabinets for food and cooking utensils. “It was nice of this ‘business partner’ of yours to get you a whole apartment to yourself.”

“Well, he did ask me to come all the way here, it’s his responsibility to get me a place to stay,” Y/n declaimed. Shortly after, she realised what he was actually suggesting, “oh God, no. It’s not like that.”

Victor smirked to himself as he whirled around to face the twenty five year old woman, “‘it’s not like that’.” He repeated, changing the pitch of his voice to a higher one in order to mock her. “‘Not like that’, huh?”

“You already know what I’m here for, Victor, stop bein’ such a dick.”

“You are what you eat. Anywho, there’d be no shame in havin’ some fun on the side--” “Killin’ Luca is the only fun I need for a whole life-time.” The man’s smirk fell, “your idea of fun is morbid as hell, güera.” 

“Aha, well,” she looked down at her non-existent wrist watch. “Gotta go.” Y/n made her way to the front door, “lock it for me, please?” She didn’t stick around to hear him say anything. She wasn’t late or anything, she still had fifteen minutes to get to the pub and based off what the locals had told her, the pub was five minutes away. A simple left turn at the stop and she’d be there, waiting for the stranger she spoke to on the phone three days ago. The stranger that promised her the world. 

She had ten minutes to kill when she walked into the building. “You can’t be here.” The bartender warned. “I’m here to meet Thomas Shelby, does that name ring a bell? Judgin’ by the look on your face, it does. I’m gonna sit here and wait for a bit, if it’s alright with you.” The bartender said nothing to Y/n as she sat down at the bar. “Scottish whisky, please.” She heard the stool next to her scraped along the floor. Someone was moving it to sit next to her. “And I’d like an Irish whiskey.” She looked over to see who was speaking. Even though he was sitting down, she could tell he was a fairly tall man. He wore a suit with a long coat over it. Well, the coat wasn’t on at this point, he’d taken it off before he sat, placing it on the counter in front of him along with his cap. The cap, she noticed, had a razor sewn into it. The only explanation for such attire was that this person was a Peaky Blinder. 

Y/n watched as the bartender served the man before serving her. She decided she’d turn and address the man next to her. “Are you Thomas Shelby, by any chance?” 

“Yes.”

“Y/n Nieves,” she introduced herself, holding her hand out. 

Thomas’ eyes glanced down at her hand and then moved themselves back up to the cup he was raising to his mouth. He stood up and placed the glass down in a not so gentle manner. “Right, well, let’s go into the--”

“We can go as soon as you shake my hand. You don’t seem to have a disability that’s keepin’ you from shakin’ the damn thang.” 

Thomas smiled, “you seem like you’re ready to fight me, Mrs. Nieves.” He jested as he took her hand and shook it sternly. What he wasn’t quite expecting, was for her to be just as tough. “Miss,” she corrected as they pulled away and placed their hands back at their sides. “And I just about am. You’re gonna have to try very hard to get on my good side now.” She smiled back. “Now, where’d you wanna go?”

“In there,” he pointed toward the private room right next to the bar that he liked to use very often. “For privacy.”

Y/n cautiously walked in the indicated direction, into the private room. She scanned her surroundings for exits in case things went sour. There were none, save for the very door she walked through. She knew she was safe and could handle herself fairly well, but as a woman, being careless could mean death, or worse, in the right situation. That’s why she always kept a gun on her. Well, multiple guns. One in her purse, another in her coat pocket, and another tucked safely in her shoulder holster. 

She wasted no time with small talk, “so. You need help taking that dick out.” 

Thomas cleared his throat, his eyebrows touched his hairline. He wasn’t quite expecting her to say that. Though, he wasn’t very surprised as she did call him out not too long ago for not shaking her hand. “Yes,” he tittered before sitting down and gesturing for her to sit as well. His hand found his pack of cigarettes and pulled them out of his pocket prior to opening it and putting one of the cigarettes in between his lips. He threw the pack down onto the wooden table before lighting his cigarette. “I’m assuming you were acquainted with him at some point.”

Y/n gently set her purse down on the table in front of her and sat down across from her new business partner. “We were, unfortunately.”

“Want one?” Thomas offered, but Y/n politely declined, telling him she wasn’t a smoker. “You’ve obviously arrived safely. This town is your home for now, feel free to do what you wish, should anyone give you trouble, just say you’re with me. I trust you and your cousins have found your apartments?” Y/n nodded, “yes. Hope you don’t mind, my brother came along with me. Actually, I’m sure you don’t mind. More foot soldiers for you.”

Her comment didn’t fly past him, but he didn’t take much offense to it. “Your brother and your cousins can work in my factory as guards. Luca’s been--”

“Messin’ with your company, I know. He does that.” “You know how to deal with it.” “The only way to deal with it, Tom, is to kill him,” Y/n smiled as she brought her glass cup up to her lips. “But you already know that. When do you need them to start?”

“Would today be alright with you?”

“As if we have a choice,” she snickered as she took a sip of her whisky, prompting Thomas to do the same. “I’d very much prefer it if no one knew you were working with me.”

“Alright.”

Y/n watched as the man pulled out some papers from the inside of his jacket as well as a pen, and placed the items in front of her. “I know I came here to sign my business over to you and all, but you do know I’m still gonna read this before I do anythin’ else, right?”

“I would hope so.”

Without skipping a beat, she did as she said she would do. Her eyebrows knitted closer together the further down she got on the paper. Of course he would add some terms to their partnership that she’d have to really sit down and think about. Luckily for her, she was already doing both. Usually, when one has to make decisions like these, they’d consult their loved ones to make sure they’d be alright with said decisions. But there was nothing ‘usual’ about Y/n. And Y/n was going to sign onto whatever the hell she wanted to regardless of the consequences her loved ones may have to face if it meant that Luca Changretta would rue the day they’d met. That was enough to motivate her to sign the contract Thomas had put together. She’d have to deal with everything else when the time came. 

The walk back to the apartment wasn’t a long one. Mainly because the walk didn’t happen. After she’d inscribed her signature onto the white paper, the two of them drank a bit more and conversed. Then, when they got bored of that, Thomas offered to drive her home. She gladly accepted the offer since the cold weather in Birmingham was just as unforgiving in New York; and as much as she liked to pretend the weather didn’t bother her, she never actually got used to it. 

“I’ll tell my brother to come out, then, so you can take him to your factory,” Y/n informed the tall man as she stepped out of the running car. 

“I’ll be waiting here,” he answered as he lit yet another cigarette. 

To say Y/n wasn’t exactly expecting, or happy with what she saw when she opened the door to her apartment is a major understatement. There, in her living room, were two unwelcome guests: Romona and Saraí. Besides feeling surprised, she felt disgustingly disrespected. She’d told her sister to stay home and mind her own, only for the girl to follow her all the way to another country with their baby sister. Did she do this to spite her? Most likely. They didn’t exactly part on the best of terms and Romona did like to get petty. “Victor, Thomas is waiting for you outside. Tú y nuestros primos van a ir con Thomas, he’s gonna tell you what you’re gonna be doing from now until we go back to New York.” “Why is he gonna dictate what I’m gonna be doin’?” “Because you decided to come with me.” Victor sighed and stepped out of the apartment, Y/n followed him. “Why are they here?” She asked him quietly. 

“I dunno, they got here seconds before you got back,” he answered just as quietly as they walked to the car. 

“Take care of ‘em for me,” Y/n told the driver, Thomas, who just shot her a small smile. “I’m sure your brother can take care of himself.”

“I’m older than you, ya know.” Victor chortled, opening the car door and sitting in the passenger’s seat. “My name’s Victor, nice to meet you,” he greeted the stranger that was sat in the driver’s seat, offering his hand to him for a handshake.

“Thomas,” the man introduced himself, taking Victor’s hand and shaking it. 

“That don’t mean shit, I still want you taken care of.” Y/n poked. “Whatever, manita. Cuídate,” he leaned over to give her a small peck on the cheek. “Don’t give her a hard time.” Of course, he was referring to Ramona. He wasn’t worried about Saraí. He knew Saraí wasn’t going to be the one to get her ass chewed out. For one, Y/n always went easy on her and was more compassionate toward her. And another reason was that she knew the only reason Saraí came along to begin with was Ramona. Surely, Ramona convinced their parents to let Saraí come with her. And of course, being that the younger female was always hungry for acceptance and attention, she had no qualms with coming along. 

The woman in charge scoffed. “¿Como no, cuando ella me hace la vida un yogur?” 

“Y/n!” Called Ramona, who was currently storming out of the apartment barefooted. 

“See?” The twenty-five year old pointed dramatically. “Olvídate del yogur. Me hace la vida un cafecito sin la espumita.”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re the one that’s bein’ difficult!” 

“I told you not to come here--”

“Can you guys go back inside and fight there? We’re wasting his time,” Victor scolded the two women before looking behind them and noticing that Saraí was standing outside as well. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to see them embarrass themselves in front of someone like Thomas Shelby. If his little sister wanted to deal with this man so badly, she, along with everyone else, needed to be at the top of their game and they needed to look professional whilst doing so. “Oye, vete pa’ dentro. All of you." The look he gave them sent the message that he wasn’t playing around. Without a single word, the two younger women marched inside. Y/n, of course, was very reluctant to do so since she was technically supposed to be the one in charge. Victor didn’t complain, though, as he wasn’t exactly trying to order her around, he was just trying to keep the other two from stirring up more trouble. 

“Te veo,” Y/n kissed him on the cheek, waved at Thomas, who gave a tiny wave back, and watched as the car pulled off and turned right at the corner. She sighed before walking back into her temporary apartment. “You have no idea how angry I am.”

--

Güera: light skinned person.

Porque me da la perra gana: Basically, it means “because I want to,” but with more… pizzazz.

Me hace la vida un yogur/me tiene la vida hecha un yogur: This is probably my favourite thing to say, not that anyone asked. It literally translates to “...makes my life a yogurt/has made my life a yogurt.” What it means is that someone or something has or is making your life difficult or confusing or frustrating. 

Cafecito con espuma/espumita: Cuban coffee with foam. 

Oye, vete pa’ dentro: “Hey, go inside, bitches.” The bitches part is not explicitly stated, but it is implied… :) jk, jk. Victor’s not like that. He’s an angel. Fun fact, I was gonna name him Angel, but then I said, “nah. I’m good.”

Te veo: see you.

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Vendetta

A/n: Funny story, I started writing this before I started my Castlevania fic, I just decided to start posting the Castlevania one first. Weird, I know, considering my pfp is John Shelby. This fic takes place in season 4 of Peaky Blinders. Since this is a John x reader fic that takes place in season 4, it’s Esme that dies on Christmas day instead of John. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this story. Please try not to cringe, thanks. 😔👉👈  In the spirit of cringey gang names, I’ve made a hella cringey one of my own, because, well, ‘why not?’

Warnings: Cursing, I think? It’s not that crazy in my perspective, but I still wanna warn y’all just in case.

Word count: 2240

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Chapter 1

December 31st, 1925.

Bronx, New York.

23:30 

That night was a night full of celebration as it was New Year’s Eve. All the children ran about, playing together to pass the time at their parent’s boring New Year’s party. While the adults in the vicinity were anxious to find out how much their pay was going to increase and anxious to hear about the plans for the coming year; and with good reason, too. They were never this rich or comfortable before and they only stood to grow richer. The Nieves family name spread like wildfire throughout the city, and with that, they sold more and more booze, drugs and guns each day. Their business rivalled the Changrettas. The Rowdy Cowboys, controlled by the Nieves family, were just as feared as the Changrettas in New York.

Contrary to what may have been assumed based off their name, they didn't dress like cowboys. At least, not in New York. They reserved that for the rodeos they ran and attended down south a few times a year. They typically dressed like everyone else did at that time. Wore suits, caps, etc. However, their affiliation is typically given away by their belts. Their belts had metal spikes all around, and they were known for taking their belts off during fights and beating their opponents to death with them. Sometimes, they’d even choke them with the belts.

Their leader, very uncommon for the time, was a woman. Y/n Nieves was her name. She was known for being very stoic and hardly one to party. But that wasn't the case at this point in time. She let herself get hammered, let herself have fun, because the news she was about to tell them made her the happiest she'd ever been in years. She danced away with all the men and women, her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, enjoying this night like it'd be the last she'd have at home for a while. And it was true, this was going to be her last night in New York for, at a minimum, a few weeks. There were just too many opportunities for her plans of expansion for her to ignore, she knew she needed to pursue them. More important than spreading her work ethic around, she had a personal vendetta. After five torturous years of building all of this and making a name for herself, she'd be officially free once this, as her enemies liked to say, “vendetta” was carried out. 

As she and everyone else danced to the different genres of music played that night: cumbia, swing, jazz, etc. she couldn’t help but think about how she’d gotten there. Why she suddenly became motivated into creating something this big and how she’d give them the announcement that they were about to make this baby of hers bigger. If she weren’t as good at hiding her emotions, even when drunk, she might have let a tear slip by. But she was different. She wasn’t the way she used to be, wasn’t as expressive. She smiled at her little sister, twenty year old Ramona, who was currently dancing with her. Ramona had black, naturally curly hair that reached her neck; much like her older sister, y/n did, except y/n kept it long, wearing her hair at hip length. In a lot of ways, her and her older sister were alike when it came to the physical points. They were both very curvy. Y/n’s face was sharp in the shape of an oval. Ramona’s was soft and square. Their eyes were upturned and amber in colour. They were both short, though, barely peeking at 5'2. They both had light brown complexions and thick eyebrows. And they were both considered the most beautiful women in New York.

Y/n wasn’t much of a fan of “conforming” to fashion trends. She liked to keep her style her own. Whatever looked good on her was what would be worn; however, today, she and her sister were matching outfit-wise. That was something they used to do a lot when they were much younger. 

Ramona wore a long red dress that showed off her curvature nicely and her face was coloured with the least makeup she could wear. She found it unnecessary to wear a ton of makeup when she knew she was already beautiful, much like all the women in her family. The most she tended to allow herself to wear was a bright red lipstick to accentuate their naturally big lips. To protect her body from the freezing cold they were experiencing that night, she wore a fur coat. 

Ramona seemed to understand what this smile meant almost immediately, “what’s your announcement about, mana?” She asked with concern. Y/n wasn’t the type to keep secrets from her. A piece of her felt frustrated, another felt worried. Apart from being sisters, they were life-long best friends, and, in her opinion, it was a shame she didn’t know what the twenty five year old woman would say or do.

Y/n’s smile remained on her face as she spoke, “you’ll find out when I make it, manita.” She giggled before running over and grabbing a chair, dragging it to the center of the space they occupied and standing on top of it. A few people noticed her sudden elevation of height and watched her carefully, eager to see what she was gonna do. She silently ordered the musicians to stop playing with a single hand gesture. Everyone’s attention was now on her, the woman who cut off the music, their boss and/or familiar.

“Damas y caballeros, family and friends: I’d like to thank you all for coming to my little New Year’s party!” She began. Although this was no small shindig, this party alone had a little more than twenty people present, all involved in the shadier business she handled as well as the more refined business. Of course, these weren’t all the people she had some form of authority over, this was a small percentage of workers she’d invited, not including her family. “I want to thank you all for your hard work over the years, you all were here with me from the start. You all know the hardships we’ve faced in making this lil’ organisation we’ve got goin’ on here. For all the hard work you’ve done this past year, I want to start this new year off by giving you all a late 50 clam Christmas bonus as well as another fifty-clam New Year’s bonus!” She paused as everyone interrupted her little speech by clapping and cheering. She didn’t mind, though, she was pleased that everyone was happy so far. 

She dropped her acquired New Yorker accent and switched to her deep-rooted Texan accent. “But, in spite of all the hard labor we’ve done so far in this city right here, we have more comin’ to us. Ya see, there’s a big opportunity, big big opportunity, that needs some grabbin’ for. I’m fixin’ to leave for England. Birmingham, specifically. As you all well know, the Italians got themselves quite a thang cookin’ up, bless their hearts. They’re after the Peaky Blinders; tryin’ to kill all them fuckers.” She shook her head in disapproval. “Now, we all severely dislike them Italians, have disliked them for quite a while.” She paused yet again once she heard the several ‘yeah, fuck them’s and the boo’s and continued shortly after. “They’ve made life quite difficult for a little lady like me and hard working people like you; and I see this as an advantage-- a good ol’ way of gettin’ in there and returnin’ the favor thanks to the offer I got from Mr. Thomas Shelby himself.”

“About time!” They cheered.

“But, I’m not gonna be here for a bit, so I’m gonna need you all to continue to work hard regardless. I’m gonna be goin’ with some of my cousins 'cause I know they aren’t afraid of fightin’. Since I may need a little firepower should anythin’ go wrong.” She then switched back to speaking like a New Yorker. “And I obviously can’t just leave this establishment without someone to look over it. That’s why my brother, Victor, is gonna be runnin’ the place while I’m gone. I don’t want anythin’ goin’ wrong up ‘ere while I’m gone.” She told them. “I’mma say it a bit louder for those in the back.” She cleared her throat and raised her voice, “I do not want anythin’ goin’ wrong up here while I’m gone! Am I clear? Y’all are in charge of helping keep the order ‘round ‘ere, too!” 

“Yes!” They all answered enthusiastically.

 “Good! We’re gonna rip them Italians out, root and stem, if it is the last damn thing I do. Now, let’s get this party started back up again.” Y/n had barely gotten down from the object she’d used to elevate her when a very furious Ramona stomped over to her.

“So you’re gonna ignore me for two days straight, then dance with me, refuse to tell me what your fuckass has been planning for said amount of time only to reveal it to a room of strangers--” “They’re not strangers--”

“Well, they ain’t me, either. I should’ve been the first person you told.” “Sorry, Mo.” “You should be.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you.” “You’re the smartest person I know, I’m sure you could’ve figured it out if you really wanted to.” Ramona sighed. “When are we leaving?” “I’m leaving at eight tomorrow morning. You’re staying here.” “And why do I have to stay? I’m a twenty year old woman, I’m sure I can handle going with you.” 

“You’re a twenty year old girl that needs to stay home."

"You're not so old yourself."

"No, I'm not, but I've experienced things that you, hopefully, never will,  so I know more than you do. And I'm telling you, as your older sister that knows better, that you need to stay. If you’re so bored, you can start spending some time with Saraí and help keep her out of trouble. All you ever do is crawl up my ass and crawl back out to fuck anyone you find immediately after.”

“Did you just call me a terrible sister and a restless whore in the same breath?"

Y/n shrugged, "those are your words, not mine." 

"Honestly, Y/n, fuck you," she spat.

"It's not that serious, Mo." 

"You may be my older sister, but you do not get to boss me around. I'll go wherever the fuck I want, fuck whomever the fuck I want, and do whatever the fuck I want. I don't need your permission." 

"You're right. You don't need my permission, just like you don't need me to pay you to sit on your ass and fuck around and cry and complain all day without even glancing in Saraí’s direction." 

“So now I’m useless?” “Again, your words, not mine,” y/n took a sip of wine from her glass.

Ramona scoffed, “honestly, fuck you.” She stormed off and made sure to shove y/n roughly as she moved past her. Y/n didn’t care enough to react negatively, swaying and moving her hips to the rhythm of the music that played in the vicinity. Her body stopped moving once she made eye contact with her older brother, Victor. She sighed, mentally preparing to get chewed out for the second time in the span of five minutes, watching him make a beeline toward her. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" 

Y/n gulped down some more of her wine before acknowledging him, "here we go again." She groaned, "what's your problem? I left you in charge. Should anything happen, the business is yours." 

"Oh yes, I'm left with my little sister's business for who knows how long with no guarantee I'll ever see her again."

"There's nothing to worry about--"

"That's why you're signing everything over to me--?"

"I'm doing it because I've been thinking about it for a long time, not because I think anything is going to happen to me while I'm gone." 

"And how do you know nothing will happen? You're going to a foreign country alone."

"I won't be alone. I'm going--"

"--with our cousins, yes. I heard your little speech. Shit can still happen while you're there. Let me come with you."

"Even if I let you come with me, things can still go wrong."

"Yes, but I'd be able to rest easier if I were there with you." 

Y/n took another swig of her wine, "fine." She muttered, her lips were still attached to the top of the glass.

"I can go?"

"Yes."

"¿En serio?"

"Yes, but I'm only making the exception for you. So don't give anyone the idea that they came tag along as well. The less of us go, the better. We need to maintain a strong front both here and in Birmingham. I'm very confident everything will go according to plan, however, you can't get too comfortable. You know this, brother." Victor only nodded.

"Come on, let's dance. Did you think I wouldn't notice your rude ass hasn't offered to dance with me yet?" Y/n called him out, offering her brother a hand, which he gladly took. There was no way they could attend a party together and not dance with each other. No matter how angry they were with each other, it was just something that had to be done if they wanted everything to be okay. Dancing could fix any problem in their eyes.

*Mana/manita: sis/little sis.

*Clam: 20's slang for the word "dollar". 50 clams = 50 dollars.

*En serio: seriously.

*Damas y caballeros: ladies and gentlemen.

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Wanderlust

A/n: I low-key forgot to post this, holy doodoo. I’ve had some stuff going on so this completely slipped my mind. Crazy, I know. But hey, here it is. Not that anyone’s really looking forward to reading this, haha. Anywho, for those of y’all that are actually reading this: I appreciate you.

Disclaimer: I found this gif on google. I’m too lazy to make gifs of my own.

Word count: 6124

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Chapter 3

In just an hour after her recommended pill ingestion time passed, the effects of failing to take the medicine were more than obvious. Her nails were a lot longer than she originally had them, her canines were abnormally long and sharp, and finally, she had an insatiable hunger for blood. The nails were the least of her problems, she’d gotten used to them already, even grew to think they were cute. Well, not really. Since she’d gotten her nails done a few days before her flight, her acrylic nails were still attached. With nothing to do but travel around in a carriage and look around at the moving scenery, she gently picked and picked and picked until she was able to pull the acrylic nails off her real ones. Keep in mind, her idea of gentle, is not gentle at all. Instead of being careful, she just ripped all her nails off. It was pretty painful, in case you were wondering. But the pain only lasted a second before the nails grew right back. Her canines were a minor inconvenience, but an inconvenience nonetheless. Because they were abnormally long and sharp, she kept biting her bottom lip. Which would heal quickly, yes, thanks to that wonderful healing ability vampires and dhampirs have, but it still hurt like a bitch every time it happened. And the biggest inconvenience to present itself thus far, was her appetite. She felt like she could die right then and there.

It felt terrible, she couldn’t wait to rid herself of her hunger. She grew more and more desperate as time passed, she even considered, for lack of a better term, eating her new human companions. She shook her head violently, clashing her hand to her mouth. No, she couldn’t do that. The mere thought of it was disgusting on her part. She couldn’t believe the idea had even crossed her mind. But they’d surely understand, right? There was no doubt they’d let her feed off of them, right? She bit down on her hand, immediately drawing blood as she did so. However, in an attempt to subdue her cravings, she only made things worse for herself.

“Stop the carriage, Belmont,” she heard Adrian command. Trevor groaned, “We’ve only been moving for an hour–” “Trevor, just do it.” Said Sypha, prompting yet another complaint to leave the hunter’s lips before he ordered the horses to stop moving. “Why are we stopping?”

The blond didn’t bother answering him before climbing off the wagon and turning to the other dhampir. “Out.” Aurora didn’t budge. It was like she hadn’t even realised he existed. She was in her own world. “Get out.” He repeated, though he knew it was pointless and he’d have to get her attention some other way. Alucard knew she was hungry, her pathetic behaviour was quite an indicator for it. He was considering drawing some of his own blood, knowing it’d do the job, but he heard some rustling in the woods around them and decided to go after whatever unlucky creature that was making the noise instead. He came back with a hare clutched tightly in his left hand. He brought his right hand up and lifted his index finger. His nail grew quickly and he used said nail to slice the hare open. Rory’s nostrils flared as she took in the smell of fresh blood. Her head slowly turned to face the source of the smell. She let out a sigh, “Is that for me?” “Yes, it is. But you’re going to have to step out of the wagon if you want it, otherwise, you’ll have to spend some time cleaning before we start to move again.” Adrian didn’t have to say anything else, the girl practically ran out and snatched the poor animal; sucking the life out of it behind one of the trees in a flash, thanks to her ‘super speed’. The man waited until he heard the slurping stop before he spoke once again, “Are you finished?”

“Mhm…” “Are you still hungry?”

“A bit, yes…” She was still very hungry, but she wasn’t going to say it. She felt too embarrassed to admit that.

“It’s not much for you, but it should hold you off in the meantime. We’ll go look for something bigger to eat after we finish.”

“Finish what?” Rory gulped nervously. “I’m going to start teaching you how to use your powers.”

It was dreadful. While Sypha and Trevor slept, the dhampirs fought each other in the name of 'training’. Even though the male was holding back a lot of his built strength and knowledge for fighting, the girl was worn out after a couple of hours. Thankfully, Alucard didn’t care much to continue and kept his promise. He caught a deer for her to eat. They’d share. Well, he’d drink a little bit of the blood and let her have the majority of it, but it’s still considered sharing. After that, they’d spend some more time talking about different things: what life was like for them before this point in time, what other people were like in their respective times, etc. Though, it did take some time for Rory to open up about her childhood and for good reason. There were many things that were difficult for her to speak about: her father’s death being one and the abuse she’d gone through afterward because of her mother’s bad taste in men being the another. Those were things she didn’t open her mouth about. Whenever the topic came up, she’d subtly change the subject. It never once went past Adrian, but he wasn’t the type to pry, either, and so, he’d always go along in the direction that she moved the conversation.

After a week of doing the same thing every night, -training more and more furiously each time- Adrian thought it would be quite fun to try something different. He’d already taught her how to use her telekinetic abilities, but he had yet to teach her how to float. It wasn’t imperative for her to know how to float, but he figured that it would be nice to take a break from combat training. When he told Rory about this idea, she was actually pretty excited.

And when she actually managed to do it, she felt great. At first, she thought, “cool, I can float.” She loved the idea that she didn’t have to use her legs to get to point A to point B. But once she started to float, she couldn’t stop floating. And that was why, while everyone else enjoyed sitting outside of the carriage, watching things as they passed, she stayed inside yet again; sitting with her arms and legs crossed. Or, at least, trying to since every moment she forgot about the floating issue, she floated to the very top before she managed to bring herself back down– often times asking the vampire tutor himself for help.

“There. That’s my tree.” Trevor pointed. The other three people in the vicinity looked at it. “I used to play in that tree, we’re almost there.”

Oh thank God. She was really struggling to keep still. “It’s hard to imagine you playing.” Aurora heard Sypha say. “Yeah. I suppose so. But it was everything, that tree. It was my house and my boat and my fort. Anything I wanted it to be.” Trevor looked back as they continued, “goodnight, tree.” Aurora decided to go to the far back of the carriage, using the skinny pieces of wood to help her manoeuvre her way over to the unbothered blond. “Hey, why don’t you come and sit down?”

Adrian turned around and looked inside, “I don’t really want to.” Aurora shot him a look that told him she wasn’t amused by his comment and that was all it took for him to climb inside.

They sat in peace and quiet with the occasional complaint about the floating issue. “I guess I won’t be sleeping for the next few days. Between taking care of you and finding ways to kill my father, my hands are full.”

She smiled nervously, “sorry about that.” Adrian shook his head, “It’s quite alright. I don’t even need to sleep, I’m half-vampire, remember?”

“Even still…”

“Like I said, it’s fine. Believe it or not, this is a… pleasant distraction from what is happening.” “I’m sorry about that too…” Once again, he shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault, you haven’t caused me any trouble apart from floating uncontrollably. It’s my father that is making things difficult for everyone.” His little speech was interrupted by the vampire hunter that worked part time as a chauffeur.

“We’re here,” Trevor announced once the wagon had come to a full stop. “Get out, bloodsuckers.” Sypha elbowed him before they hopped off their seats. Alucard stepped out and walked toward the ruined building without a second thought. “Um… Alucard.” Aurora called out.

“Yes?” “Do you mind helping me out here?” “You’ve got legs, you can help yourself out.” “What if I float away?” “That won’t happen, don’t worry.” “But what if it does? How can you be so sure?”

Alucard sighed, he knew he wasn’t going to win this mini argument. He reminded himself that this was entirely new to the girl and that she didn’t know any better. The blond walked back over to her and offered her his left arm. “If it makes you feel better, you can hold onto me.”

Aurora didn’t hesitate to grab onto the dhampir’s arm and cling to it as she got down from the carriage and floated alongside him into the destroyed Belmont family home.

They walked in through the front, each of them lit and held their own torch, except for Alucard, of course, since he was too busy letting the seventeen year old hold onto him. “This was your home?” Sypha asked as they walked around the ruined mansion.

“Yeah.” Trevor responded. “You grew up here?” “Yeah.” “I can’t imagine what it was like to grow up in a single place.” “Are you a gypsy or something?” Aurora asked from where she was. “No, I’m a Speaker, I told you.” “Okay, cool. Thanks for clearing things up.” Trevor sighed, ignoring the interaction and answering what he was asked, “It was fine. Wasn’t the worst way to grow up.” “How old were you when your family home was taken?” Alucard stroked the doorway when he asked this question before stepping away toward the only other man in the building, completely unbothered by the teenager that clung onto him for dear life.

“Oh, thirteen? Fourteen? Something like that.” “You’ve been on your own since you were thirteen?” Sypha was obviously shocked by this information. “Maybe twelve. Who remembers that sort of thing?” Aurora just listened, she couldn’t imagine what it had been like for him. She couldn’t imagine being put in his position. “Twelve,” Alucard repeated. “Is there a point to these questions?” “I’m disturbed to find that I had more of a childhood than you did.” Trevor dusted himself off as he stood back up, “and your dad’s fucking Dracula.”

Alucard chuckled. Pretty soon everyone in the ruined room was giggling. But it ended just as quickly as it started. Trevor and Sypha left the room together first. Then so did Alucard, stringing Aurora along with him as they looked around before Trevor announced that he found the opening to the hold. They all gathered around, Aurora’s eyes scanned every face in front and beside her as they all spoke.

“Your hidden entrance looks like a hearthstone.” Alucard jested. Trevor grunted as he picked up one of the giant pieces of rubble, “just help me clear it.” He ordered and he struggled to set it down somewhere that would be out of the way. Alucard smirked to himself and did the same with ease. It was so easy for him, in fact, that he was able to throw the stone across the room one handed, though he had no choice but to, he had someone at his side that would not let go of his arm.

“Aurora, you’ve got super strength too, don’t be lazy,” Alucard called her out, prompting the soon to be eighteen year old to turn her face and look at him. “Uhh… Are you sure I’m gonna be able to pick this up?” She expressed her doubt.

“You’re half-vampire, are you seriously telling me you don’t think you can pick up small pieces of rock?” Trevor glared at Alucard, not amused by his comment. “They’re pretty big–” she stopped herself when she saw one of those ‘small pieces of rock’ flying toward her face. Her hands unclasped themselves from the man’s limb and instinctively moved up to protect herself, catching it in the process. “Hey! What the hell?” “Is it heavy?” “No, but–” “Okay then, maybe next time I tell you to do something and I’m clearly capable of doing it as well, you’ll do it.” “Fuck you.”

“No thank you, my bed is only suited for one person at a time. Typically, I’d be able to squeeze a woman in if I wanted to, but you’re a bit… big,” he responded nonchalantly as he finished moving the rocks out of the way. Did he just call her fat? Yes. Yes he did. Rory rolled her eyes. “Congratulations. You’ve just discovered a big piece of stone.” The brat announced before turning to face Aurora, “congratulations to you, too. You’re not floating anymore.” The girl looked down and smiled. He wasn’t lying, she wasn’t floating. Her smile faded once she looked down at the ‘door’.

“Why’d you even bother me about moving those rocks if you were gonna do it yourself, anyway?” She muttered in annoyance as she stepped to the side.

“It’s the door,” Trevor corrected him a little too late, the feeling of agitation was still fresh, regardless.

“Do we lift it, or…?” Sypha questioned, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion whilst she looked at said door.

Alucard didn’t waste a second, immediately attempting to lift the ‘door’ off the ground. When he couldn’t just pop it open, Sypha ran her hands over the engravings. “I see now. You won’t be able to lift it.”

“Well, my family got it up somehow. I was taken down there as a child.” “Did you see them lift it?” “No, they brought me through it once it was opened. They told me they’d teach me how to do it one day, I supposed there was a special trick.” “Oh, that’s nice.” Aurora cackled cynically. “Were your parents magicians?” “No. I mean, they knew a lot, but this door was put in by one of our ancestors.” “Well, I guess the special trick was passed down the generations, the way we speakers transmit knowledge. Your parents knew the trick, but didn’t know where it came from or what it really was.” Sypha stood up straight. “Stand back.” Without a peep coming from anyone, they all moved away before she magicked that door away. Yes, away. That door was gone and Aurora was confused. “Open sesame.”

“Was that an Enochian word?” Alucard asked as he handed the woman her torch.

“Yes, I know that language.” She said proudly as she took it. “Well, well, naughty Belmonts hunting the terrible things of the forest but sitting on a magic door opened by occult language.” “I didn’t know it was a fucking magic door. Doesn’t make us black magicians.” “But you know that the word ‘teloch’ means ‘of death’, right?” “Shut up.” He muttered as he walked down the stairs. “It’s the magical door of death, Belmont.” “Are you coming or what?” They went in, climbing down the stairs. Aurora admired the architecture as they did so. She loved old buildings, more specifically, the ones from the dark ages and prior. They were so beautiful in her eyes, nothing could compare to them. “Belmont isn’t even a Wallachian name. That just dawned on me.”

“Yeah, it’s French,” Aurora answered absent-mindedly. Trevor smiled at her answer, “yes. My family’s originally from the Kingdom of France, but we moved out of there a few hundred years ago.” “Moved or chased?” Alucard teased. “Moved, thank you very much.” “With people behind you waving pitchforks and torches?” Aurora giggled, having seen Sypha facepalm in response to Alucard’s remarks. Alucard thought she was laughing at his comments and felt pleased with himself for it.

“No. No, we’re professionals, we move where the work is.”

“What does that even mean?” Sypha scoffed. They’d just reached the bottom of the stairs and were standing in front of yet another door.

“All the dark things moved into the east. I think it was a Leon Belmont who entered the region first.” He explained, wagging his finger around prior to opening the door. Luckily, this door didn’t require magic to open, but it did take a little bit of rattling to open. “And he built this house and dug the foundations for everything underneath it.

Sypha used magic to bring light to the hold Deluminator* style. Aurora was amazed, “Yo, I think JK Rowling stole that from you– holy shit this has more books than every library in Miami combined.” She continued to scan the area with her eyes, “holy fuck are those real skeletons? Qué chévere*!”

“My God,” Sypha let out, handing her torch over to Alucard who seemed unimpressed.

“The memory of my family. All that’s left of us.” Trevor walked down the steps. The older woman followed him down, “is it organised?” She asked, “is there a way to find things?” Alucard stepped down as well, “I imagine one sacrifices a chicken and divines the location of the book you want from the intestines. Maybe Belmont has a crystal ball in here you could ask.” Trevor glared at him furiously, “shut up..” “It’s an impressive tip, Belmont, but it is, nonetheless, a tip. Your ancestors were apparently mentally ill hoarders. I fully expect to find family cats mummified under some of these shelves. Unless your family preferred to eat them.” Trevor shoved him, passing him down the steps, “There’s an index on the lectern at the bottom.” “So this really is a managed collection?” Sypha thought aloud. “It’s the work of generations. An archive of everything we’ve found and learned since the days of Leon Belmont.” Alucard separated himself from the group, as did Aurora, but she went in a different direction, eager to see the statues she’d spotted from the top of the staircase up close.

“What was your Leon Belmont doing in Wallachia?” “Hunting Dracula.” Alucard said as he stared at the glass case that contained vampire skulls. “Here it all is, then. The last of us.”

And the group discussion continued, Aurora drowned them out as she admired the sculptures. The conversation didn’t interest her until she heard Sypha admiring the contents of the structure. “This is quite amazing. Isn’t it? It’s amazing.”

“Charming.” “You’re not even a little bit impressed?” “Yeah, Al, you have to admit, this place is bomb as fuck.” Aurora called from where she was. She could feel his glare from across the room.

“It’s like a museum dedicated to the extermination of our people, so no. Not thrilled. And you shouldn’t be, either.” He lectured before walking away from the glass case that only served to fuel his disgust.

“Someone’s salty.” Aurora murmured, moving her attention away from the statues and heading over to the index Trevor told them about. She prayed the brunet’s family had what she needed to find: anything related to time-travel and locators. She hoped the things she saw on her TV had some truths to them. She hoped the Vampire Diaries got that locator spell thing right. She read the different categories and found herself a bit disappointed, but she didn’t give up completely. She re-read the pages as if anything would change. Of course nothing did, but she did notice a category she hadn’t picked up on before. She grinned, it was exactly what she needed. Well, for the most part. While there weren’t any locator spells, she did find one for time related things. Thanks to that, she was able to have some sort of starting point, some place to start looking. Her smile dropped. It was really shitty of her to be amid the population of literate beings and not offer to help the very people that helped her. She felt a bit guilty, she was being selfish.

“Al,” Aurora called, still scanning through the index in case she still missed something. Not even a second after she summoned him, he appeared behind her.

“What do you want?” His arms were crossed. “To help you.” His gaze softened, “but I don’t know where to even start looking or what you’re looking for…” she finished.

Alucard smiled softly, “you want to help me, hm? Can you even read?” “Do you think I’d be offering to help if I didn’t?” “What languages can you read in?” “Well, I can read in English, all the romance languages, and German. Hopefully, I can be of some help.”

“It’s better than absolutely nothing. Belmont can’t even read himself.” He commented, “wait, do all humans read and understand more than one language in the future?”

“Not everyone knows how to read, but the vast majority do. And not many speak and read in multiple languages… I was raised speaking mainly English, Spanish and Romanian. Romanian from my mother, Spanish from my father and his side of the family as well as the kids in school that only spoke Spanish that I’d translate for. English because that was the main language that was mainly spoken in school. My mom made it a point to drill the importance of learning as many languages as I can. I didn’t really mind since I figured it’d help me when I become a doctor and needed to help someone that doesn’t speak English.”

“You want to become a doctor?” He repeated, finding that to be very interesting, he didn’t really expect for her to say she wanted to be a doctor. “Yeah, I like to help people, believe it or not. I know I’ve acted a bit selfish for the past few days, I promise I’m not usually like that,” she explained. “Anyway, what do I look for and where do I look for it?” Alucard directed her to the general area.

“Don’t worry yourself too much about helping us, a lot of the texts are in languages you might not understand, regardless. We don’t mind if you look for your own things.”

“I still want to help any way I can since you’ve all been nice to me. I’ll look for my stuff later tonight before I go to sleep or something. But I want to prioritise this since this is the more pressing issue.”

Alucard nodded and started walking off before he stopped and turned to speak to the seventeen year old again. “If you need help in your search, don’t be shy about asking me.”

Aurora smiled at him and nodded, “Okay, cool.” “Cool? You’re feeling chilly?” “No,” she giggled. “How do I explain what cool means to a guy from the fifteenth century? In this context, I meant that it was fine. However, sometimes it’s used to say that something or someone is impressive? It’s also used as another way to say ‘yes’ or ‘sure.”

“Ah. Alright. Thanks for the unnecessary lesson,” he chuckled. “Oh, fuck you.” “As I’ve stated before, I prefer to keep my bed to myself.”

Aurora rolled her eyes aggressively and walked off to start looking through the many books in the small section Adrian had pointed her to not too long ago. She took her phone, plugged her headphones in, and hummed along to the music she was listening to as she searched the gigantic archive. Adrian watched her closely as she read and sang before looking through some books himself.

“Alucard, look what I’ve–” Sypha stopped speaking the moment she saw him staring at the other dhampir and quietly walked backwards toward the spot she was at previously. The young blond didn’t even seem to notice.

Hours had passed since then, Trevor and Sypha had already gone to sleep; Aurora and Adrian stayed up as usual. She’d forgotten the dhampir didn’t sleep because it was so quiet in there. She took this opportunity to do what she normally did when she was alone in her room at night back at home: cry. If not cry, then just allow herself her time alone to feel every emotion she’d suppressed throughout the course of the day. It was her way of making up for her unhealthy habit of keeping her remotely negative emotions locked off. But even when she was ‘letting it out’ in private, she still held herself back. She never let herself fully eject these sensations. Along with struggling to speak to others about her problems, she struggled to admit them to herself as well. She was her worst therapist. Her worst friend. Her worst enemy. Since ‘everyone was asleep’, she let herself cry. Adrian heard her and walked over to her quietly. He watched her wipe her tears as they streamed down her face all the while, she kept reading the book she held in her hands. She told  herself to stop crying and stop being an idiot as she keeps skimmed on through. Adrian’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight. He found it cool that she still kept going even though she was visibly stressed, but he didn’t like seeing her cry. It irked him for some reason. She looked up from her book and finally noticed he was standing there with his arms crossed. Quickly, she wiped her tears and fixed her hair in a lame attempt at looking presentable. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” “Hm…” she looked back down at her book. “You’re not going to sleep?” “I don’t need to.” “Ah, yeah, right. I forgot about that.” “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good,” she shot him a small smile before turning her attention back to the book. But she really couldn’t concentrate on it now. Not that she was completely focused before, but it was worse now that Adrian was talking to her, now that she’d been caught crying, now that she was a bit embarrassed.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I imagine this can’t be easy for you at all.” He sat down next to her on the floor. She didn’t speak. His golden eyes narrowed, “You’re awfully quiet for someone who always has something weird or slick to say about everything.” He saw another tear slip from her left eye. “Sorry, I–” “It’s alright, you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to…” Aurora smiled softly, her way of silently saying 'thank you.’ “How are you feeling?” She asked. “If I tell you, then you have to tell me.” “It’s not that easy…” “It’s not easy, but you seem to need it. I mean, look at you. You look terrible.” She scoffed, “fine…”

“Well, I’m going to put this as bluntly as possible: I feel like shit,” he sighed. And then he elaborated. Aurora listened intently as he did so. He expressed how utterly terrified he was, expressed how depressed he was about the fact that he was going to have to kill the very man that raised him. “It’s been tearing me apart for the past year now. He’s too far gone, he’s gone completely mad and there’s no going back for him. My mother didn’t want him to get like this, but that doesn’t matter. What matters to him is revenge, not even I can convince him otherwise because I don’t matter to him any more.” He continued on. And when he had finished, he told her to speak to him, to tell him how she was feeling at the moment. Adrian didn’t typically care about hearing others talk about their feelings, but there was something in the way a woman’s tears– that woman’s tears made him feel. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all. It twisted his stomach around in ways he didn’t think his stomach could. He found himself genuinely wanting her to be okay, willing to invest his time and energy to ensure she would be.

“I’m scared. I don’t want to sound like I’m clingy, because I’m not, but the fact that I don’t know where or when she is, is killing me. She’s been my best friend since birth and this is the longest I’ve been apart from her without knowing where or how she was. I can’t imagine how scared she is. I mean, knowing her, she probably isn’t. She’s got a stronger personality than I do, she’s very stern, ya know? She’s smart, too. Very smart. But I can’t imagine how she might be feeling. What if she didn’t pack her pills and suddenly vamped up without knowing what was going on? And my mom, I can’t imagine how she’s feeling. She must be scared out of her mind. We came to Romania to visit without her. We told her we’d text her the moment we got to the hotel. She hasn’t heard anything from us, she must be so worried.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, I ended up ranting…”

“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologise, I asked you to talk to me,” he chuckled; pressing his elbow against his thigh as he propped his head up on his left hand, watching and listening to the girl. “If it’s not too much for one night, would you mind telling me what your childhood was like? Being that you come from a different time, I’m hoping I’m right to assume that it was probably a lot better than any of ours.”

Aurora grimaced. The thought of her early childhood physically pained her, made her stomach flip, made her throat dry. He’d noticed this and once again, his softened face hardened. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he paid close attention to her. He was a bit scared of what he was going to hear. “It wasn’t entirely bad, in the technological front, it was a hell of a lot better than yours. But it’s just a time in my life I really don’t like to think about. I don’t really like to let myself think about it… I haven’t really told anyone about those things, not even my sister. And don’t get me wrong, I’d love to talk about it but it’s just kind of… Actually, no. I can’t,” she started to cry again. “Oh… I’m sorry…”

“I’m not going to force you to speak, but I’m going to give you a small piece of advice. Whether you choose to let me be the one to hear it or not, you should let it out. It’s obviously affecting you now and it’s only going to get worse for you if you let it continue to sit in the back of your mind.”

Aurora stayed quiet, tears still flowing out of her eyes. Adrian stood up, not wanting to pry or make her uncomfortable. He was ready to walk away when Aurora grabbed his wrist. “Stay? Please?” She sniffled loudly. Adrian looked down at her, gazed at her sympathetically and sat back down. He pulled his hand out of her grasp and replaced it with the other so he could wrap his right arm around the girl’s shoulder and pull her closer. Aurora rested her head on his shoulder.

They stayed quiet for the most part. The seventeen year old sniffled repeatedly and her teardrops slipped out of her eyes and fell onto the man’s white shirt. The more she thought about it, the more visible her pain became. Even if she needed to speak, she didn’t want to. She was grateful he didn’t push for the topic. She cried so hard that it was almost impossible for her to speak, she hiccuped profusely and had to wait until she was able to calm herself down a bit before she could speak again.

“Thank you, Alucard,” she sniffled, clutching onto the sleeve of his shirt. He took his hand back out of her grasp so he could wipe the tears off her face as if to tell her he wasn’t asking her to re-live her pain. “Stop calling me Alucard when you know very well that isn’t my name,” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” she let out a choked laugh.

Adrian wiped the tears off her pale face once again, this time letting his hand cup her cheek. The hand that was resting on her shoulder moved to rub her back in an attempt to comfort her. “I’d like to apologise–”

“No. Don’t do that,” she told him. “Do what?” “Don’t apologise. I don’t want that. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.”

“I feel horrible that you’re suffering like this, but I can assure you, I do not pity you. I admire you,” he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, careful not to scratch her flushed face. “I just think that strong character of yours is doing more damage than good for you.” He stared into her bright blue eyes and she stared back into his golden ones.

“Strong character, my ass. I’m crying like a little bitch,” she laughed at herself scornfully. They fell silent once again.

“I do hope you find your sister soon and that she is somewhere safe in Walachia this year.” He thought aloud, not realising his thoughts were out in the open until Aurora sniffled and let out a tiny giggle, “Why? You want me to stick around?” She was reading into what he’d said and shamelessly voiced that fact.

“Well, yes.” He answered bluntly. Aurora held herself back from grinning from ear to ear and looked away, “You really want me to stay?”

“Well…” there was no point in saying otherwise now, he’d already said too much. “I said that much already. I don’t think I can be clearer than this.” He looked ahead as well, not wanting her to pick up on the fact that he was visibly flustered.

“I still need to find a way to go back home, though.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I’m not saying you have to stay, I’m not going to force you. The choice is entirely up to you.” He was desperately trying to mask his disappointment. He felt like he was being rejected. Of course she wouldn’t want to stay with him, she had a whole life to get back to and he was just one random stranger she met by chance. He couldn’t expect her to just give that all up for him. It was stupid of him to even consider the possibility of her prolonging her stay.

“I’d have to at least tell my mom goodbye, I can’t just let her think I’m lost or dead, you know? But that’s obviously if I even find out how to get back there. Regardless, I might just end up staying. That is, if you really do want me to stay.” She smiled sweetly before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Adrian’s eyes widened then shot back to their normal size before Aurora could catch it. “Are you seriously considering it or are you just saying that because it seems like the appropriate thing to say right now?”

The girl shook her head, “I am… considering it.” The blond shot her the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen in her life.

“I’m glad, then.” He couldn’t be bothered to wipe his smile from his face. “Why don’t you tell me about your sister? You seem to love her very much.” “I do,” She giggled, “but she’s probably the biggest pain in my ass. She always goes off on a tangent about how she’s the mature one out of the two of us, how she’s more reserved than I am, but she throws the wildest tantrums and everyone can read her like an open book.”

“Do you throw a lot of tantrums?” “I don’t think so…” “Are you sure? You’ve yelled at me quite a few times.” “Okay? But those aren’t tantrums. I was yelling at you because you deserved it.” She slapped his thigh playfully. “Your twig ass called me fat way too many times, you’ve gotta face some sort of consequence.”

They giggled quietly. That’s how they spent the rest of the night, curled up to each other, skimming through many books and talking about random things that came to mind, and laughing about stupid things throughout the late hours until morning.

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Wanderlust

A/n: Can you believe I have yet to give this thing a title?? Crazy, I know. Let’s see if I give it one before I post the third chapter. Lmaooo, watch me wait till I finish this fan fic to give it a name...

Wait, tHat’D acTuaLly bE pRetTy cOoL! If my writing wasn’t complete shit, but okay.

Edit: she has a name now. Not that anyone cares or anything...  😔👉👈

I’ve got some good news and bad news: Hurricane Dorian doesn’t seem like it’s gonna come to Florida. The good news is that my hurricane snacks haven’t gone to waste because of the hurricane parties I’ve been having. Just kidding, I ate them all by myself. As if I have friends...

Me: Should I even bother with a word count?

Also me: alright, y’all. Word count: 2678

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

HaVe fUn ReaDinG tHiS piEcE oF ShiT thAt iS aLsO noW mY bABy. but if it thinks it’s not a piece of shit, it’s got another thing comin’.

"You seem to be taking everything fairly well." Sypha commented, sitting beside the other female as they travelled through the forest in a carriage. This carriage looked very much like the ones used by the pilgrims. Sypha's words were heard and processed almost immediately but Aurora didn't verbally respond to her with the same speed, she only nodded her head as she shivered uncontrollably from the unbearably cold wind the breezed over her. She couldn't bring herself to speak. Taking it well? How does one take something like this well? She wasn't 'taking it well' at all. She was worried. Beyond worried. Downright scared out of her mind. What if Marisol was killed? What if she was kidnapped? These were different times with different laws and different mindsets. Speaking of different times, she somehow managed to go five hundred and some odd years back into the past in a completely different country on the other side of the world with no way to communicate with anyone she knew and no way to go back to the world she knew. She was in a foreign land, foreign country, foreign time and she was alone with strangers she'd just met. She wasn't exactly the type to voice her true feelings, she only ever exposed enough of herself and her feelings to make people think she was the type to overshare and that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. But whilst she ran her mouth about a lot of subjects and joked around to no end. Whilst she made people believe she was a motormouth, she kept her mouth shut when it came to a whole lot more, when it came to truly expressing herself.

She couldn't help it, she'd been that way since she was little. Even when things that were beyond horrible, absolutely atrocious happened to her. When she'd been ripped of her innocence at far too young an age to be able to even know what was going on, she'd kept her mouth shut. She didn't even tell her sister, the person she confided in the most. All she needed was to be with her to feel better. Aurora didn't realise how accustomed she was to having her sister around to comfort and reassure her, until she almost felt like suffocating. But of course, she wasn't going to say anything. This was how she ran her life for seventeen years and it wasn't going to change in the span of two hours.

It wasn't as if anyone would notice that she was 'uncharacteristically quiet', they'd just met her. Well, that was what she thought, but Sypha knew something was wrong, her intuitive nature told her so. She didn't ask at the moment because she didn't want to pry, but she had made a mental note to herself to try and get Aurora to open up to her at some point.

They continued walking a bit longer before Trevor spoke up, "Let's make camp here."

The group hunkered down and made themselves a little camp site, built a fire with the wood they found and sat near the fire. Aurora remained quiet in the duration of it. She sat the closest to the fire with hopes of keeping warm, but she didn’t feel like speaking to anyone. Luckily for her, it didn't seem like there was going to be a lot of talking on her end as the conversation the group was having revolved around the tall blond male she'd just met not too long ago. Apparently, they'd all just met each other a few weeks ago. She thought they were close friends that'd been together for a long time, turns out, they met by unfortunate circumstance. Aurora didn't quite believe the things the man was saying, though. Half vampire? Him? Vampires didn't exist. They never did. This story he told was full of hyperbole. Everyone knew that this "mass genocide" was really a plague and that this whole story was just something the people in the area made up to explain something they didn't comprehend. It was reminiscent of the blame the Jews got for the black plague not too long before their current time. Of course, this perspective would not have been easily shared with the rest of them.

"You? A vampire? Those don't exist. They're myths." She finally spoke up from her little spot near the fire whilst she put her hair in a ponytail using the hair elastic -or as she would say, ‘cola’- she had around her wrist.

"Oh, but they do exist. And so do the night creatures." Adrian chuckled, watching the girl as she put her hair up only to let it back down once she realised how much colder she was with it tied up.

"And magic." Sypha interjected.

"Prove it." Aurora challenged, crossing her arms. She was confident they wouldn't be able to. Whatever tricks they could pull out of their hats, she was sure there'd be a scientific explanation for it. There was no way, absolutely no way in hell they could change her mind. No way at all.

"Would you like to go first? Or shall I do the honours?" Adrian asked, not making any attempt to hide his amusement. The youngest of the group wasn't pleased.

"We should save the best for last. You should go first." Trevor intervened, crossing his arms as well as he leaned back against the wagon they had. Sypha smiled to herself and answered his comment whilst tucking a lock of her rather short hair behind her ear.

"Well, I'm not going to deny that my powers are be--"

"Got anything other than teeth?" Aurora asked the dhampir, rather unimpressed. Her face was void of any amusement to just how uninterested she was. But as cocky as she was about her beliefs, she wasn't quite expecting what she saw next. She watched in awe as he levitated off the ground and her jaw dropped without her permission. "What the hell? You're lying. You're probably wearing some sort of harnesses with like, a wire hooked to it that's also attached to a tree. That's not scientifically possible. Humans can't just--"

"As I’ve said, I'm not human. Only half that and half-vampire." He spoke nonchalantly as he circled around her. Aurora watched him as he did so, trying to find a way to justify what she was seeing without openly admitting she was wrong; without having to openly admitting that the things she'd been told her whole life were just stories actually had truth to them.

"If you think that's impressive, look at this," Sypha giggled, drawing her hands together before separating them and moving them around in awkward motions. Aurora watched the older woman as fire spouted out of the tips of her fingers. After a few seconds of her demonstration, she stopped. "What do you think?"

"I don't think I know what to think right now."

The three strangers laughed at her response, prompting her to laugh nervously and tear her eyes away. "I think I'm just gonna listen to music for a bit…" she mumbled to herself as she reached for her backpack and looked inside. The group was, needless to say, a bit confused as to how this girl was just going to listen to music without a band of musicians to play something for her; but, they decided not to question it and leave her be. Alucard watched the girl closely as she pulled out her iPod and plugged her headphones in. Aurora put her headphones on but she didn't play any music. She suddenly wasn't in the mood for it any more. Her conflicting emotions were replaced by her ever growing anxiety. "I don't have enough medicine."

"What do you need medicine for? You look fine." Trevor scoffed.

"I don't really know, I just need it," she shrugged. "My mom told me that I have a medical condition and that I need to take these pills three times a day or else I'll, uh… die."

"Have you ever tried not taking them?" Sypha cross-questioned.

"Do I look like I wanna die?" Aurora chortled, but stopped abruptly for dramatic effect. “Don’t answer that.”

"How long have you been taking them?"

"As long as I can remember...?"

"What exactly are pills?"

"May I see the ‘pills’ you speak of?" Adrian asked her. He was fairly interested in seeing how medically advanced humans have gotten.

"Why don't you stop taking them? I mean, if anything goes wrong, I'll fix it. I'm a pretty good healer, if I may say so myself." Sypha bragged, pointing to herself with her thumb. She had a pretty smug expression on her face when Alucard called for her.

"Sypha, do you mind taking a look at this? I need a second opinion."

"Huh? Ah, yes." The woman walked over to him.

"It looks like it's laced with magic." He analysed, holding the pill up so Sypha could see it better.

"Magic? That can't be right," Aurora muttered, watching the woman that stood next to the dhampir as she too looked at the pills inside the bottle. “How does it look like it’s laced with magic?”

"I recognise this… This type of magic is used to conceal things…" the woman began, "certain physical features… it's also used to neutralise other kinds of magic."

"Why would my mom give me those?"  She was still very skeptical.

"To protect you, maybe? People do get killed for practising witchcraft, you know." Trevor chuckled.

"Interesting…" Sypha whispered before clearing her throat. "The magic in this thing is oddly specific."

"Specific, how?" The brunet inquired.

"The characteristics and powers it's focused on hiding… are those of vampiric nature."

"Meaning…?"

Sypha rolled her eyes to express her annoyance. Could this man be any dumber? "Do I need to hold your hand and walk you through everything?" She scoffed, "it's clear she's a vampire."

Aurora erupted into a fit of laughter, causing everyone's attention to turn to her. "What's so funny?" They all said in unison. Their question wasn't answered. For a while, she kept laughing. Laughing and laughing and laughing until her laughs turned into high pitched wheezes that signalled her increasing need for oxygen intake. Once she'd caught her breath, she continued until her fit of laughter turned into a fit of coughing and more wheezing.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, this just sounds like a shitty fan fiction plot. Am I getting Punk'd or something? You guys really had me going there. I even believed you guys with that whole magic spiel. Y'all really got me with the flight and light show. Really, you guys really did. But now it's time for it to stop. Where are the cameras? Marisol must be laughing her ass off. I bet she orchestrated the whole thing," she ranted. Aurora walked around the perimeter of the camp site and looked for hidden cameras and her lost sister who, in her mind, wasn't lost, just hiding. She was desperately looking for a rational explanation for everything that had happened within the past 3 hours.

"What are you doing?"

"I think she's gone mad."

"Maybe my Romanian's shit." Aurora muttered to herself. She slowed down her speech as she spoke to them. "Cameras. Where are they?" When they stayed quiet, she pulled out her phone and pointed to the camera. "Where are they?" Again, nothing.

At that moment, her alarm went off. The alarm that told her to take her medicine. "Ah, it's time. May I get those back, please?" She reached out to grab them.

Sypha pulled back, "how about you don't take these pills and you see what you are for yourself?"

"Because I’m nothing but dead if I don't take those damn pills?" The seventeen year old argued.

"Those pills will only hinder you, we don't know how long you'll be stuck here and you’re going to need to--"

"You're gonna hold us back if you don't learn how to fight." Trevor interjected.

"Right, better I die than hold you back from your made up war with vampires that sparkle in the sunlight,” she cackled. Alucard seemed to be amused by her comment and didn't waste a second to answer.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but vampires don’t sparkle--”

Sypha interrupted him rather rudely and made a poor attempt of reassuring the frightened woman,  "I'll heal you if anything happens to you--"

“You can’t heal me if I don’t even know what in the living fuck is wrong with me. If I don’t know, what makes you think you will? Are you a doctor?”

"I've had enough of this." Trevor complained. "Sypha, can you please make her shut up?"

"Um.. No? I don't know any spells for that."

"She's just in denial, she needs time to process this." Alucard sighed.

"We don't have time for this," the brunet complained, his arms extended all the way out to point in the teenager's direction.

"We don't, but we have no choice. And we can use all the help we can get. Assuming she can read, she can help us look--" Adrian was interrupted by the Belmont.

"What was that?"

"Animals humping in the undergrowth." Adrian chuckled to himself at his own joke. "Wait, no." And that was when he heard Aurora shriek.

"Which is the nearest town? Is it still Gresit?" Trevor asked.

"Argeș is closer to us," said Sypha.

"What in the actual living fuck are those things?"

"Night creatures," the blond answered as he kicked dirt into the fire, killing their light source. He turned to face the beings and didn't bother to look back at her when he spoke again. "Do try to stay out of the way." Aurora rolled her eyes at his request but did as was asked of her anyway. He was treating her like a child and she wasn't too keen about it. That was something her sister would've said to her. One of the many things that aggravated Aurora about her look alike. Now that she thought of it, she couldn't help but feel slightly better. Now that she knew she was… a vampire and that her sister was one as well, she had felt relieved to know that she was most likely safe. Then again,was she really a vampire? Or was her growing suspicion of being the victim of an elaborate prank not merely speculation, but the absolute truth?

Alucard drew his sword and muttered, "no further," just before the beasts lunged at him. He teleported further to the right and sliced one of the beasts in half, vertically. He continued to fight and dodge different blows as they breathed fire in his direction. Aurora distanced herself from the fight a little more. Unfortunately, this drew the attention of a night creature that was just flying in. So now, instead of finding a safe hideout, she was running for her life. Luckily, Sypha caught on to what was happening and burned the thing to death. Aurora panted and thanked her, earning a grin from the woman. Trevor's whip cracked against one of the beasts, forcing it and the other creature it was clinging to, to fall from the sky. The vampire hunter happily finished them off. And just when they thought it was over, more appeared. Those night creatures directed their attacks at the two men. Sypha used her magic to stop the fireballs from hitting her friends and collected the fire, redirecting it to work against the beings they came from. All were killed except for one. That one beast decided it wasn't having it and the second time it tried to burn her alive, she forced the fire to stay within the thing and cause it to combust instead. A few seconds after it's sure defeat, it forced itself up and flew off. All four of them stared at it as it left, Aurora quietly walked over to the other three without tearing her eyes away from that creature. Alucard was the one to break the silence. "Nobody's going to Argeș tonight."

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Wanderlust

Disclaimer: I’m a newb, and I’ve only seen the Netflix animated series because I don’t have any Castlevania games and, therefore, haven’t played any of them. But I kinda sorta really want to now, lol. The gif isn’t mine, I found it on google images 😔👉👈 also, I was gonna make this an Alucard x reader type of thing but umm… it ended up not being like that cause Aurora’s a cute name, don’t @ me, hah. Crazy, I know. Although I ended up making this an OC x Alucard, if anyone sends a request and stuff I wouldn’t mind making imagines and stuff 😔👉👈 Wow, this came out hella shitty, awesome. Let’s get it, y'all. 😤😤😤 I’m using too many emojis, can I be reported for that? Do I need to put a word-count? I see everyone do that, so I’m gonna do that because I wanna be cool and hip. It’s my way of making up for the fact that I’m writing a lame-ass/unoriginal fanfiction :)

Warnings(?): Cursing, a little Area 51 joke, and stupidity. Stupidity has a recurring role in this fic. It shouldn’t even be a warning, it’s a whole character. It’s the star of this story, okay?

Word Count: 2,528 (at least it’s pretty short)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

 A/n: You’ve been warned, proceed with caution 😔

It was a 12-hour-long flight from Florida to Romania and Aurora was hating it. She was bored out of her mind watching other people that were also either bored out of their minds or tired or both. What made matters worse for her was the fact that she didn’t even have the window seat. Her identical twin sister, Marisol, claimed it the moment they’d gotten their plane tickets months ago when they decided to go to Romania to celebrate their eighteenth birthday. The trip seemed like a great idea since their birthday was in July and neither of them started college until the coming spring. Marisol’s justification for taking the seat was that she was older. Older by five minutes. They’d both argued for quite a bit before their mother told her to just go with it and let her sister have the window seat. 

    She rolled her eyes at the thought of it as she stared at her beloved ‘older by five minutes’ twin sister. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer." 

    "Oh, fuck you.” She answered quickly, rolling her eyes once more. She crossed her arms and legs and turned her body back around so that her backside was leaning back into her seat. 

    She heard rustling noises and a loud sigh coming from beside her. “Let’s switch seats.”

    Aurora scoffed, “what, the window seat isn’t good enough for you anymore?”

    “No, it’s great, but you keep eyeing me like last night’s dinner and I want it to stop. Therefore, I hereby forfeit this marvellous window seat for the sake of my sleep and sanity. Mainly sleep. I can’t sleep knowing you’re being a weirdo.”

     Aurora smiled and practically jumped out of her seat immediately, shoving her sister to the side as she took the seat that she wanted since the beginning. Even though she was very happy at the moment and thought nothing could bring her down because she’d be looking down at the world below; a voice sounded from the speakers that were built into the air-plane. The voice informed them that they’d be landing in ten minutes and requested that they turn off their phones. Her head snapped to look at her sibling who was visibly amused by her reaction. “You’re such an ass.”

    “At least you get to see the touch-down from the window seat.”

    Once they’d both gotten off the plane and gone through customs, Aurora made it known to her sister that she was going to use the restroom. Apparently, Marisol needed to go too, because the moment she said that, Marisol told her she’d come with her as they both made their way into the ladies’ room. Aurora entered the first clean stall, and her sister entered the one next to that one. When she finished relieving herself, she stepped out of the stall and walked over to the sink to wash her hands. 

    Aurora had this habit of checking herself out wherever there was a mirror. Whether she thought she looked good at the moment or not made no difference, she couldn’t help but peep and nitpick the little things that were out of place at the time of the viewing and fix them. In this case, it was her long, black curly hair that thought it’d be cute to act up in public. Luckily, her baby bangs weren’t being an issue. Then again, they were pulled back and held in place with bobby pins.

     Aurora rubbed her hooded icy blue eyes with her pale white fingers. Her long, almond-shaped nails that were painted black almost scratched the sensitive skin in the process. Moving her fingers upward, she slid them over her thick eyebrows to brush the hair back into place.

     With a sigh, she then turned to view her side profile. She was a bit chubby, but the mustard-yellow crop top and shorts she wore complimented her body well and weren’t too tight or too loose on her. And her backpack was a decent pick. Cute and convenient. She managed to stuff two extra outfits in there along with her mp3 players, a hoodie, her chargers, her headphones, and some personal products like tiny bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. She then proceeded to make faces as she pulled her phone out to take mirror selfies. Considering this was a public bathroom, it was pretty clean. The airport cleaning staff must’ve been on top of their game. 

    Marisol did the same thing after washing her own dirty hands; wetting her hands and running them over her own long and curly black hair before pulling her earrings out of her bag and putting them back on. “My ear was irritated when we got on the plane. Hopefully, it’s fine now,” Marisol explained to her sister. She fixed her v-shaped bangs and stepped back a bit to admire her own figure. Fixing her sweatshirt and pulling her sweatpants up. Although they were technically identical twins, they were different in size. This made it easier to tell the difference between the two of them. Aurora was always the thick one, while Marisol was always the thin one. “Get in. I’m sure mami’s gonna want some proof that we’re still alive.” Marisol ordered as she held her phone up. Being bossy was one of her personality traits. The camera app was open and the rear camera was being used. They quickly took a picture and separated. Immediately after that, Marisol got closer to the mirror to analyse her facial features. “Ugh, I think I have bags under my eyes. Thanks a lot, Rory.”

    Cue yet another one of her legendary eye rolls, “so it’s my fault you couldn’t sleep?” 

    At this rate, her eyes were gonna get stuck.

    “Well, you were lookin’ at me for extended periods of time that made me feel very uncomfortable.”

    “It’s your fault for taking my seat.”

    And those two argued for quite a bit until Aurora noticed something odd: one of the bathroom stalls was emitting purple light. “Lani–” she called, only to get interrupted by her loudness. Lani was a nickname her family had given Marisol since she, as a little girl, thought Mari was too typical. 

    “Lani.”

    “What? What is it now? What do you want? Why should I–”

    “Look.” Aurora pointed. Now the other girl was intrigued.

    Marisol, being Marisol, thought it’d be smart, a real Albert Einstein move to walk toward the suspicious area. And Aurora made it a point to call her out for it. “Lani, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. There’s a reason why people die in horror movies. They run to the danger rather than from it. What if there’s a bomb or something in there? Why don’t we go tell the security, huh?”

    Marisol didn’t listen to her, no surprise there. Instead of listening to her sister, she stepped right into the bathroom stall and disappeared, the purple glow got brighter when she passed through. The brightness lowered a few seconds after Aurora herself had approached it. Needless to say, the teenager was freaking out. Marisol wasn’t much of a magician or a prankster, that she knew of, so how the hell did she manage to just- just… poof?

    “Ha ha, Lani, very funny. Cool. You can step out now.” She was feeling uneasy as it was and the period of silence that followed her comment only served to make things more unsettling. She decided to go for the tough mom act in hopes of luring her out. “Marisol Noelani Romero-Văduva, you’d better step the fuck out or else. I’ve just about had enough of your shit.”

“Oh, fuck it,” Aurora muttered before mirroring the other seventeen year old’s actions.

    It was pitch black, that was all she could see. Why was that? If her eyes were closed, she should’ve at least been able to see a red colour because of the bright lights inside the building. And it was cold. Very cold. She felt as if she could die of hypothermia, it was that cold. And she could feel the goosebumps all over her body; on her arms and legs. She didn’t think airports could be this frigid.

    Aurora was able to hear three distinctive voices get closer and closer to her. “Is she dead?” She heard a woman ask. Or, at least, she was assuming it was a woman since the voice sounded like it belonged to a woman.

    “I don’t think she is,” said a man, his voice oddly calm. It was quiet for a short moment before someone else spoke.

    “Who cares? Lots of people have been dying these days, let’s just go and get this Dracula business over with,” the man’s voice boomed, ripping through the forest.

    “You’re so rude,” the woman spoke again.

    “What do you expect from a useless drunk?”

    “At least I’m not a blood sucker.”

    “Wow, what a great comeback. Are there any more?”

    “Yeah, I’ve got some good ones I can shove up your ass, if you’d like.”

    Aurora groaned and opened her eyes, sitting up almost as soon as she did so. She looked around, it was awfully dark and she could hardly see anything until her eyes adjusted to the poor amount of light. “What the fuck?” Was all that came out of her mouth. 

    “Well, that’s definitely not what I’m used to hearing women say when they wake up.” 

    “As if you are ever anywhere near any woman when they are just waking up.”

    Aurora ignored their bickering and reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell phone. Yes, it was an android. A One Plus 7, to be specific. She dragged her thumb in the shape of a v on her black phone screen so she could turn the flash-light on and see better. Finally, she pointed it at the rag-tag group of friends that were surrounding her; they groaned, feeling the sting of a bright white light being pointing directly into their eyes. 

    “Who are you? Where am I? Why did you guys kidnap me? Why are we in the woods? And why are you dressed all weird like you’re going to comic con or some shit?” Aurora interrogated, though she wasn’t in much of a position to interrogate anyone since she was still on the ground beneath them.

    “Comi… comma… what?” The brunet mumbled to himself quietly. 

    “We didn’t kidnap you. We found you here. And I think we should be asking you why you’re dressed like that. Aren’t you worried?” The woman trailed off as her eyes glossed over Aurora’s figure. In her opinion, Aurora was showing way too much skin for her safety. Her yellow crop top and denim shorts weren’t modest in any way. “And what’s that thing you have there?” She questioned, her eyes stopping right at the weird girl’s hand as she pointed at the phone clutched tightly in it. 

    “Yes, what is that? A lamp?” The blond man asked, again, his voice calm and soothing to the ear considering the given situation.

    “Is no one going to acknowledge the fact that she’s showing more skin than a prostitute?” Everyone ignored the brunet’s comment, everyone except for the person the comment was addressing. 

    Aurora glared at him, “I think I’m dressed like a normal teenager. We’re not in the ’50s, dude.” She used her phone’s flashlight to look in her bag and grab her hoodie, closing it right back up again. Even if it wasn’t going to be enough to get warm, it was a whole lot better than nothing. She thought as she snaked her arms into through the sleeves.

    “Either way, shouldn’t we keep moving? The night creatures are out and we’ve got things to do as it is–”

    “Night creatures?” The seventeen-year-old scoffed, “what is this, 1475?”

    “1476, actually,” the tall blond casually corrected the girl.

    “Um… No, sir. Y'all must be hella delusional. It’s 2019, sweethearts.” Mrs. Generation Z turned her phone’s screen back on to show them today’s date. “See? July 5th, 2019. My birthday’s in like, thirteen days, I wouldn’t forget today’s date. So yeah.”

    “Alucard, do you know what this might mean?” The woman asked the blond man, her voice dripping with excitement. “Time travel! Time travel is possible!”

    “I’m sorry, what?” Aurora blurted, genuinely confused. 

    “Think about it,” the woman ignored her as she continued to voice her theory. “With all that we’ve seen in our lives, don’t you think time travel is very much possible as well? I mean, if magic exists, don’t you think–”

    “Listen, these dumb-ass millennial fuckers haven’t stormed Area 51 yet, and we’re not so technologically advanced that we’d accidentally time travel to different eras from the inconvenience of an airport’s public restroom.” 

    “It could very well be possible. Belmont, do you think they’d have anything about this phenomenon in your family’s library?”

    “If it exists, then yes, I’m assuming it’d be there. Another good reason to keep moving.” 

    “Yes, let’s go.”

    The three of them began walking once again, facing the direction of their destination. They walked a few paces before one of them realised Aurora wasn’t moving from her spot. “Why are you just standing there? Come on.” The girl laughed, head straight over to the girl before she looped her arm around hers and pulled the girl with her as she ran back to the two men that walked ahead of them. “My name’s Sypha. I’m a speaker. Those two idiots are Alucard–.” 

   "I prefer not to be called an idiot, the only idiot here is that obnoxious vampire hunter,“ the tall blond interrupted, not bothering to look back at them. "And my name is Adrian. Fahrenheit. Tepeş.”

    "Yes, Adrian, also known as the idiot that would prefer not to be called an idiot. And the person next to him is Trevor Belmont.“ Sypha continued. 

    "Hello,” ‘Trevor’ greeted with a grin, walking backward when he did so before facing forward once more.

    “Ah… Okay… It’s nice to meet you all… I’m Aurora Romero-Văduva… You guys can call me Rory or Nina if you want…" She trailed off. That was when she realised she’d forgotten something very important. The very reason why she’d stepped into that glowing bathroom stall.

    “It’s nice to meet you too.”

There was a tsunami of awkward silence as the group walked until Aurora decided to curse rather loudly. “Shit!”

    “Rude!”

    The teenager ignored her. “While you guys were doing whatever it is you guys were doing, did you happen to see someone that looks exactly like me but like, skinny?”

    “No…?”

    “Oh great, fuck me gently with a chainsaw and call me Heather. Fucking hell. I just keep getting royally fucked in the ass, don’t I? At least take me out to dinner before fucking me in the ass.“ She ranted, her hands motions were as intense as the words that were spewing out of her plump pink lips. She gasped audibly, her eyes widened and her right hand clasped itself over her mouth. "Holy shit, my mom’s gonna kill me.” 

    “Are you sure you’re not a Belmont?” Adrian asked teasingly.

    Being the quick and brainy vampire hunter he was, the Belmont did not hesitate to bless the group with a witty response. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”

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