In honor of Halloween, obligatory vampire AU just in time for the holiday!
Prompt:
Imagine Bucky as a vampire, and Steve is his next meal
The scent of blood hadn't been hard to track at all, painting a trail through the air that guided him to a dank back alley which minutes earlier had resonated with the sounds of a fight. Bucky had half expected there to be a group of injured there judging by how thick the blood-smell was, but no, there was just one willowy boy with straw-blond hair and blood spattered freckled skin. One of his bright blue eyes was swollen closed and crimson dripped from his split lip, his clothes dirtied and torn and disheveled from his crumbled position at the base of the wall he was pressed against.
He kept himself hidden as best he could in the shadows the setting sun cast but it was hard when his legs wanted to move of his own accord, guide him over to the injured human. It'd be easy enough to overpower him as injured and frail as he was but he wanted to wait. He was considered somewhat of a gentle feeder among the rest of his coven but, then again, that was incredibly relative; he was less liable to tear his prey to shreds and eat them like, say, Natalia when her victims tried to get handsy with her.
"Must'a been one hell of a fight," Bucky chanced speaking, striding out of his little shadowy corner to stand a few feet away from the human, "looks like you got the worst'a it, though." He half expected the other to ignore him and was more than a little surprised when he jumped up and shot him a withering glare, his thin ribs still heaving as he tried to catch his breath but jaw set determinedly. If he wasn't so hungry Bucky would have found it admirable.
"What'sit to you?" the human's voice had a bite to it that belonged to someone twice his size and Bucky found himself smirking as he wiped the blood that dripped from his nose on his sleeve, glaring at him over the dirty fabric. This one was likely going to fight and, while he typically didn't go for meals that could defend themselves, he just couldn't pass up this opportunity. Sure he was a bit scrawny and most of his blood was now all over the pavers but since he wasn't terribly hungry it'd work out perfectly.
"Ah, no reason," Bucky shrugged as nonchalantly as he could, padding over to him silently and lightly, "except for, well…" he moved as quick as he could to pounce on him and yet still the human managed to swing at him, hitting him square on the jaw hard enough that his vision went white for a half-second. Scrawny, stubborn little punk. He fisted his hands into his prey's shirt and hoisted him up, pinning him roughly to the wall at his back and leaning in to bare his fangs. He'd be lying if he said that seeing the color drain out of his face wasn't a little bit satisfying.
"Y-you're—"
"Losing my patience, yeah, so stay still and if you hit me again its not gonna be pretty." Bucky cut him off, trying to ignore just how loud his stomach was growling now that he was so close to his blood-flecked neck. His fangs ached and his throat burned, all thoughts of playing with his food shoved to the side in favor of making this quick.
He'd honestly expected the human to scream when he bit into his throat and he was dimly relieved when he didn't. His blood tasted sweet, still tinged with adrenaline and extra oxygen from the fight, and Bucky thought that he'd made an excellent choice in following that scent trail into this back alley. That only lasted about three seconds, however, as after his first long swallow of blood he felt a bony knee slam into his ribs, knocking the air out of his lungs, completely blindsiding him.
Bucky sputtered and dropped the human, who bolted off a lot faster than he thought he possibly could in his state, disappearing down a corner. That was stupid, letting his guard drop like that, but he wasn't about to just let him slip away now. He could hear the human rummaging for some sort of weapon out of sight and he just smirked to himself a bit, licking the spilled blood off his lips. He was just too stupid to run from a fight and he was more than willing to let him play right into his hands.