A few people asked for a sequel to the vampire Au (chapter 463) so here it is! =)

Beware Of The Vampire's Fangs

Haymitch groaned when he felt the pinching on his neck. He didn't even open his eyes, his inner clock told him dusk was still far away and he intended on getting as much rest a he could – the last week hadn't exactly been smooth sailing.

"There's blood in the fridge." he mumbled. It didn't stop her from sucking his blood with a purring sound that would have soothed any other prey. The thing was, he wasn't a prey. And she should have been able to control herself by now. "Seriously, sweetheart. You need to stop sneaking into my bed."

"Men usually don't complain about that." she hummed, licking the abused patch of skin next to his carotid. His throat was black and blue from all her munching on it, so were his wrists and the crooks of his elbows.

"I'm not a man, I'm a vampire." he snorted, cradling the back of her head in his hand, guiding her back to his neck. She didn't need much more encouragement to start feeding again. It sent a thrill through his body. She wasn't skilled at it yet. She let her thirst rule her head and she wasn't careful enough with her fangs. "Last time, Effie. I mean it."

It had been a week since he and Chaff had found her in that bar and he was a hundred percent sure she had completely turned now. She was strong, as he had predicted. Her natural temperament added to the fact he had sired her… He could feel it, feel her, like a buzz under his skin. He wasn't sure how much was due to how powerful she was and how much was due to his turning her.

The codependency was scary.

Really, really scary.

The gated community he had gathered rogue vampires in was a nice place but, aside for an occasional drink with Chaff or some pep talks for the newest additions, he tended to stick to his house. He was a lone wolf. He had lost - and killed - too many people. Getting attached to people…

Immortality sucked in that regard.

But Effie now… The moment he had chosen to help her, to turn her, he had created a bond between them. A bond that he was having trouble controlling. He had spent centuries getting his bestial side under lock and key and now… His self-control was in shambles. He perceived everything and everyone as a threat to her - even his friends - and he could become aggressive when people came near her. He needed to have her close by, to make sure she was safe. And the way she was behaving wasn't helping matters. She automatically looked to him for protection and instructions - when she wasn't ranting about how improper and disgusting vampire's etiquette was.

She was driving him crazy.

And yet he couldn't find the will to tell her to get herself a place of her own - the one next to Peeta's was empty and then maybe she would stop berating him about the state of his house. He had carried her home the first night they had met, offering his guest room and there she had stayed.

Chaff said it would eventually pass but the truth of the matter was that Chaff didn't know more than Haymitch did. It had been so long since any of them had been turned…

She let out an annoyed growl, clearly not liking being told off. She didn't respond well to being given orders, he had noticed. She liked to give them better.

He snarled in rebuke, a low warning that any creature knew better than to defy. The sight of his bare fangs didn't seem to disturb her though.

"You're a pain in the ass." he grumbled. "You can't keep feeding on me."

"Why not?" she pouted, licking the abused flesh once more before curling up next to him, cushioning her head on his chest. "I know you like it too."

Did he like it? He wanted to say no but… The truth was… It was hot. The act was intimate. More intimate than sex on a lot of levels.

"Because I say so." he scoffed. He didn't know what happened to vampires who fed only on their sire but it couldn't be good - for them or the sire. He needed to drink twice as much to compensate afterwards as it was. "Use the blood in the fridge."

"It's stale." she complained "You taste better."

"Get use to it." he spat. He hesitated and then sighed. "I'll ask Katniss to take you to the woods tonight. Animal blood isn't my thing but some like it better than the blood bags. Plus, you might like to hunt."

She was getting restless like new vampires always were and he didn't want any incident. The fact that she didn't want to feed from blood bags wasn't good news. It wouldn't be long before the thirst took over and she went after humans. He would rather avoid that given a choice.

She scrunched her face, clearly not keen on hunting.

"Can't you take me?" she asked.

Again, he hesitated.

He tangled his fingers in her hair to soften the blow. "We need the space. You go your way, I go mine. I'm gonna head into town with Chaff. Need to get blood supplies anyway."

"I will go with you." she immediately argued.

"No." he refused. He so wasn't risking taking her to a place packed with humans. "I've got people to see. You're not welcomed. Isn't it rude to impose or some shit?"

She kept lecturing him about manners, she might as well apply the rules to herself.

He hadn't been expecting the sudden bout of violence. In a flash, she was straddling his thighs, fangs out, and that mad twinkle in her eyes all young vampires had. "Are you seeing another woman?"

He flipped them over and trapped her under him, her wrists blocked high over her head. "The fuck?" he growled. "You don't jump on me, sweetheart. I'm at the top of the food chain, you're…" gutsy, sexy as hell, delicious in a way that makes my dead heart ache "...expendable."

She didn't look very impressed.

"If there is another woman, I will rip her heart of." she hissed, straining her neck to capture his mouth. He let her. That kiss was vicious and he tasted blood. "Mine."

"Yours." The word slipped past his lips without his consent. It might have been the bond or maybe she had been trying to hypnotize him - not that it should have worked - either way, he would have been ready to bet his life on that oath.

She purred in contentment.

He bit down on her shoulder in rebuke, making sure his fangs wouldn't dig too deep but that it would still get the point across.

"You need to control that." he chided her. "It ain't healthy."

"Since when are you the paragon of a healthy way of life?" she snorted.

"Sassy." he accused.

She strained her neck as if to steal another kiss but he avoided it.

"You are no fun during the day, Haymitch." she pouted.

"That's 'cause I need my by beauty sleep." he snorted. "And so do you."

"Fine." she surrendered only to flash him a provocative grin. "Are you going to finish your night - so to speak - on me? Because I have no objections to that but…"

"Cheeky girl." he chuckled, releasing her wrists and rolling to the side. He waited for her to go back to her own room - or to whatever it was she did while he was asleep, since she still had troubles adjusting to the nightlife thing - but she settled back against his side as if it was a normal occurrence. "That's how it is then?"

"Yes." she declared - and that was the end of it.

It was easier to give in than argue so he let her do as she pleased, wondering how they would ever figure out what came from the bond they now shared and what came from them.

He managed to get back to sleep for a while, he wasn't sure if she did but being close to him was enough to make her content, it seemed. She wasn't happy however when he insisted on following on what he had decided once the sun had set.

Katniss wasn't happy either with the task but she accepted anyway.

Effie now…

He could have done without being pushed against the side of the car and possessively kissed in front of Chaff and the girl – as a reminder, he supposed, of who he belonged to.

Driving away from the gate community was physically painful. He knew it was only for the night, that she would be safe and sound, that there was no reason to be so distressed… But it was painful. It made his skin crawl with anguish and dread because she was his to protect and…

"Breathe." Chaff advised. "It's a good idea to put some distance."

"I know." he snarled. It was the exact reason he was doing it. Because they weren't animals and they needed to learn to control those instincts. He hadn't spent centuries curbing them only to go back to square one.

Knowing that didn't make it any easier.

They got the blood from their contact at the hospital, stopped to get a drink, tried to get a sense of where Snow's minions were hanging out – because Cashmere, Gloss, Enobaria and Brutus were becoming a problem and Haymitch would be damned if he was going to accept another mess like Effie in his backyard – and more generally wasted time until the sky started getting pink.

The whole night was torture.

He missed her.

Every second, he missed her.

It was even more painful than getting sober from the thrill of chasing human preys. It was… hell.

He ducked inside his house without even a goodbye for Chaff, heading straight to the kitchen because that was where his senses were telling her she was. She looked up when he entered, looking just as miserable as he felt, a glass of dark blood between her hands.

She bolted from the chair and they met halfway, in a searing kiss that was brutal and out of control. She hopped and locked her legs around his waist... He would have taken her right there if he hadn't been so sure that it was the brightest room in the house even with the curtains closed – he wasn't risking burns while he was doing that – so he carried her to the living-room. They tumbled on the rug in front of the fireplace and let the clothes fly around.

He couldn't stop himself.

He couldn't control it.

He just wanted to feel her, to make sure she was there. Alive – in a matter of speaking.

There was no built-up. It was bestial, the way they came together. By the time they collapsed in bliss, his back was scratched so badly it stung from the thin sheet of sweat plastered to his skin.

"We're in deep shit." he declared as she snuggled against his side. "It's not supposed to be like this."

He had certainly never felt the need to tumble in bed with Snow.

That thought alone was enough to make him gag.

"Is it so bad?" she whispered, nuzzling his neck with a content purr.

He turned his head away from her, his jaw clenched. "I don't wanna take advantage of you, sweetheart. It ain't… It ain't me."

Vampires seduced. It was a thing. Some abused it, some didn't.

"You are not." she frowned, nipping at his neck in rebuke. "I am in full possessions of my wits, Haymitch."

"Are you?" he scoffed. "I'm not sure you would even know if you weren't."

"Haymitch." she insisted and he sighed but looked at her. She trailed her fingers down his cheek. "I won't pretend I am not scared to death or that any of this is easy… But this, what is happening between you and me, it is the least scary of all."

He searched her eyes for the lie but found none so he gave her a brief nod. "How did you like hunting?"

She made a face and settled back against him with a huff. "That is an activity I shall never partake in again. It was messy. I have reconciled myself to the idea of blood bags. Warmed up and with some spices and a healthy dose of red wine, it is not that terrible."

He almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it in. The fact that hunting disgusted her was probably a good thing. It meant there were less chances she would be tempted to go after humans.

And that was for the best because…

He had a feeling they were in this for the long haul – and long, in immortals' terms, usually meant eternity.