I have mad respect for people who can resist the urge to start a new fic until they finish their first one.
Like seriously, good for you. I don't know how you do it but damn.
But anyway
who wants a cliche Vampire! AU?
(Me and North apparently)
now who wants a cliche polyamorous vampire AU because that's what this is gonna be. I love the Horsemen, I mean... I can't choose one and my friend and I the best poly headcanons.
We'll get a full vamp exposé probably in the next chap, but you're totally welcome to make your own headcanons :3c in fact, if you wanna write your own vamp AU, I would be so down.
Speaking of which, I should really make a new personal account on ff. So I can reveiw and fav stuff again, you know.
Hm...
The title is from a song, ofc. What did you expect. Originality?
! ! ! ! small warning for mentions of alcohol ! ! and the usual vamp stuff ! ! I mean. It's not explicit yet, but its implied protag/you get bitten.
Also for like... Suggestiveness? Idk man I was feelin frisky.
Hope you have a super awesome day! ! Or night! Or whatever! Have a good one.
You wake up with a killer headache and a heavy arm draped across your midsection, neither of which you can remember signing up for when you joined bookclub.
It takes you a second to recall someone suggesting going clubbing after the discussion of Pride and Prejudice. Surprise, surprise, it wasn't that interesting. You told them that's a high school English class book for a reason.
Unfortunately you cannot remember how many shots you downed between the much more palatable cocktails.
Opening your eyes (yep, that's definitely your glow-in-the-dark star covered ceiling), you try to stretch out and find your legs all twisted up with someone else's.
"Oh no, no, no, no," You slowly look to the side, both because you hope they're a hungover hallucination (unlikely), and because moving too fast makes you dizzy.
There, in your bed, using one of your pillows, is probably the prettiest girl you've ever laid eyes on. Even with messy hair and a smudged make up, she could probably win miss universe.
"Oh." Is all you can manage for a second, completely freezing in place.
Why such a person has her arm around your waist is beyond you.
Why both of you are more or less fully dressed also alludes you, to be perfectly honest. Granted, the floofy, high waisted skirt your wore is all kinds of bunched up around your hips and your shirt is wrinkled to hell and untucked, but still. The stranger doesn't seem to be in much better condition, although her jeans and halter top aren't really wrinkle-able.
You move again, trying to get up without waking her and she doesn't stir in the slightest. She's out-cold, you realize, lips pulling into a frown. What am I gonna do now?
Getting to your feet sends a wave of dizziness through you, and you steady yourself on the nightstand. "Wow, okay." You try to blink away the black spots in your vision. That... Is not usually what a hangover feels like.
You stumble into the bathroom, praying that your roommate likewise had an... adventurous night and isn't home.
The stranger, from what you can hear, doesn't stir as you try to remedy yourself. First, a shower, and then you glance yourself over in the mirror. Your hair is just as gnarled as you expected, and you look paler than usual, but you are recovering from being black-out drunk. You thank whatever god is watching over you that you aren't the type to get sick after drinking too much.
It isn't until you're yanking a brush through your hair that you notice the pretty obvious mark on your neck.
A mark that is definitely not a hickey.
If you didn't know any better (and you do) you'd say it... Was... A bite mark. And not a human bite mark. The two distinct, scabbed over holes in your neck are proof enough of that.
For a moment all you do is stare, trying to put together the pieces.
"Okay..." You say slowly, prodding the bruising around your wound. "There's a stranger in my bed. And I seem to have done some kinky shit, but... That doesn't mean she's..."
Your inner middle school self is practically sobbing right about now, but you ignore them.
There's no way.
None.
Not a fuckin chance.
You did not invite a vampire to bed.
You finish yanking a brush through your hair as you mentally go through what else this could all mean, and the stranger is still curled up in your bed when you get back. Hasn't even moved her arm, which is still outstretched to accommodate yourself.
Oh. That's so cute. Oh, gosh.
You quickly shuffle over to your closest, wondering if a turtleneck is acceptable for the middle of spring. Goodness knows you don't have concealer handy, given how expensive that stuff is. It's never very really been a problem in the past...
You yank on a pair of skinnies without much more debate, and settle for a fancier top with brilliant designs that you hope will distract from the mark on your neck. The girl is still passed out when you return, and you're beginning to wonder if something's wrong with her.
"I should... Make breakfast." You decide, slowly backing out.
It's... Harder than you expected to forget about her while you make a quick toast and jam breakfast, and you end up burning one side of your toast. The cheap as hell pan doesn't help anything either. You warned your roommate that asking for a toaster last Christmas would be a good idea, but she, of course, wanted a PS4.
Not that you haven't enjoyed it, but seriously, Nat?
You sort of doubt the stranger in your bed will want toast, but it seems rude to just make enough for yourself. You make another two pieces just in case, and head back to your room with a coffee cup clutched in your hands. You don't think your body could quite handle caffeine at the moment, so its filled with homemade hot chocolate.
"Okay..." You hum, glancing around. Your room, all things considered, is fairly clean. Sure, there's the odd sock thrown off the the side, and your dirty launders basket is looking to overflow, but its much better than your roomie's. The walls are almost completely blank, seeing as this is a rental, but you've taken to writing yourself sticky note reminders and never taking them down.
As for the previously mentioned stars on your ceiling, you've been meaning to remove those since you moved in. Apparently this used to be a kid's room, which also explains the flower box in your windowsill. You have absolutely no idea what the flowers are called, but you like them well enough.
Speaking of which, you probably forgot to water them last night...
You set your mug down on the nightstand as you make your way to the window, grabbing one of the half finished water bottle you keep specially for this purpose.
You didn't really expect your stranger to react, given the noise you've been making, but only seconds after you push the double layered curtains aside and look over your flowers, she's...
Hissing, is the only word you can come up with.
You look over at her with concern, "Wha-"
"Close that!" She snarls, words still slurred with sleep. She's up on one elbow now, the other arm used to shield her face from the sunlight. If you didn't know better, you would say her skin is already beginning to burn.
You glance at the curtains and back to her before yanking them closed. "Better?" You asked slowly.
She bares her teeth in reply, bringing her arm back down and relaxing. She groans, "Ugh. What in the-" Her head snaps up again, glowing eyes locked on you. "Oh, no."
The familiar 'oh no' makes your lips quirk, and you abruptly realize she's just as confused by this situation at you are.
"I..." She starts, glancing around the room as if that'll give her insight. "I am not supposed to be here."
You shrug, and move to grab your cup. Her eyes follow your every movement.
Taking a sip of the chocolatey drink before putting it back down, you prompt, "So, uhhh, I don't remember your name."
"You're not supposed to." She says, oddly candid. Well then. You only stare until she continues, "I am Fury."
"I assume you know my name?" You hum.
She ignores that. Tilting her head to the side and tapping her neck, she asks, "Do you...?"
You mimic the motion, although the tapping is unneeded given your eye catching mark. She sucks in her breath, now even more uncomfortable looking. Muttering something in an unfamiliar language, she gets up on her knees and grabs you by the shoulders. She yanks you closer without a prelude, making you squawk in surprise.
Your torn between relief and disappointment when she doesn't immediately kiss you, only running her fingertips over the injury to your neck.
"I... Oh, Death is going to be livid." She says, her lips curling back into a grimace.
"Death." You repeat, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds pretty spooky."
For a second she seems to forgot her anxiety, barking a short laugh that makes you smile. "He is spooky, I assure you." She confirms, lifting her gaze again. Now, her eyes appear completely normal, ignoring the strange color of her iris. You could've sworn they were completely yellow earlier.
"So..." You say. "You want some toast?"
Her smile is crooked, one side lifting higher than the other. "I do not eat."
"You don't?" Your eyebrows draw together in concern.
She just appears even more amused. "Surely you know what I am by now, human."
You blink. "Look, I know I got wasted, but..."
"You actually did not drink that much. You are... Surprisingly good at calling coin tosses." Fury says, her fingers slipping from your neck down the seem of your shirt and to your waist. You try your damnedest not to shiver. "I believe I was more heavily intoxicated than you were, which is impressive, given my tolerance. Being immortal has given me some time to build it up."
Fuck.
"Oh." You breathe, reeling both from her less than subtle flirting and the revelation.
Your preteen self would be so happy to know you actually end up bedding a vampire.
"Oh." She repeats with a grin. "It seems I am stuck here until night falls."
"I've got work at two." You respond, struggling to come up with a better response.
She glances over at the clock on your nightstand, her smile growing. "We've time to kill then."
When you get back from work, you half expect and half dread the empty apartment, but Fury greets you at the door with a sly smile. She's wearing the same jeans she woke in and one of your t-shirts now, although its too short for her and leaves a good two inches of her waist uncovered.
You briefly wonder what she did to pass the time, looking up at her curiously. "Hey, stranger. What're you still doing here?"
"Did you not expect me to stay?" She asks, moving one hand to cup your cheek. If it were anyone else you've only known for a day, you'd make some snappy comment about personal space, but she did wake up tangled in your sheets.
Shrugging, you admit, "Not really. But it's not... Unwelcome."
She heaves a sigh, as if your strange human expectations are just tiring. You imagine they are, given how hard it must be for them to keep up with the constant changes. You spent much more time this morning listening to her explain the basics of vampire history than you did kissing her, truthfully (and she didn't bite you again either).
Apparently the problem of her not escaping into the night as planned isn't so much as 'dammit, a human knows about us now' as it is about who Fury herself is.
She's what they call a Horseman, and allegedly she and her siblings are ridiculously powerful keepers of the Balance.
She's not even sure if it is a big deal that you know about her, honestly, because she's never "messed up quite so horribly". You rolled your eyes at that, and she ended up laughing too hard to continue. Something about how no other kingdom would dare display such insolence in her presence.
"Humans are such strange creatures." She says in the present, bringing you back from your revere.
"Thanks." You say dryly, yawning. A full dinner shift really takes it out of you. "What're we doing?"
It takes you a second to realize that question could be interpreted in multiple ways, and Fury has her eyebrows lifted in surprise when you glance up at her.
"Right now, I mean. Not in general." You elaborate.
Her mouth makes a perfect O, her relief evidant. "Get changed." She requests, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "We have to speak with Death before the Council learns of your presence."
"Can we stop for coffee first?" You try to blink away your exhaustion as you make your way over to your room.
"I believe Natalie already heated the water." Fury says behind you, obviously amused.
"Na-" oh, that's just fucking fantastic. You raise your voice, "Natalie!"
She slams her fist on the wall separating your rooms, but doesn't otherwise respond.
She's a pretty good roommate, all things taken into account. You can't complain, especially considering she pays her rent on time and doesn't mind you filling up the DVR with Disney movies.
Its safe to say you're going to have a great time explaining the Horseman in your apartment though.
You make a shooing motion at said Horseman (who is thoroughly amused by your sense of modesty and pointedly glances at the unmade bed), before pulling on a much prettier outfit. You've gotta admit, meeting the family the day after after a drunken fling is a first for you. You're not quite sure what you're supposed to wear.
You heave a sigh, nearly overcome with the creeping feeling this isn't going to be the only time you're completely at a loss when the Horsemen are involved. There are fun times ahead. You can feel it.
Fury has the measuring spoons dangling off her pinky when you make it back to the kitchen, holding the jar of instant coffee up while she carefully reads the directions and nutrition facts. You don't think you've ever read the directions, to be perfectly honest.
"What're you doing?" You ask, trying not to laugh.
"How much are you supposed to use for a travel mug?" She asks, voice betraying her confusion. She shakes her other hand, making the cup in question rattle. That particular one is actually Natalie's, but she doesn't mind you borrowing dishes as long as you're the one to wash them.
"I think that's like... One and half regulars?" You answer hesitantly, making Fury glance up with a raised eyebrow.
"You do not know." She states.
You shrug and move to grab the carton of milk. You're much less likely to burn yourself when you use milk instead of cream, truthfully. You are simply far too impatient.
"How do you know how much to use if you do not know how much water fits in the cup?" She asks incredulously.
You press your lips together. "Uh, guess work?"
"Wh- the ratios are on the container." She tells you, as if its breaking news.
Smiling as comfortingly as you can currently manage, you take the coffee from her and say, "Babe. No one reads the directions. No one."
She falls silent, her eyebrows all scrunched up and one side of her mouth pulled back to reveal her teeth.
You have to hold your breath to keep from laughing at this point, calmly throwing in the correct amount of coffee before adding the water and milk. "Ready to go?" You finally ask, turning back to the scandalized vampire.
"I suppose." She huffs.
You hold out your cup when she glances down at it, "Wanna try?"
"I do not..." She starts, only to agree anyway. She makes a face at the first sip, and you wonder if its too hot. Thankfully her only complaint is, "Is it meant to be so bitter?"
Snorting, you tell her, "Don't be a baby."
She only looks confused. "I am eons older than you."
"And yet..." You laugh. "Come on. I wanna meet this brother of yours."