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I know I haven't posted in a while, my computer is broken and so is my inspiration. But I've been writing stuff for a different Fandom. And this is the only one I think deserves to be shared.

A Vampires Bite

Fandom: redacted asmr/ redactedverse

Couple: past darlin/Quinn, current sam/ darlin

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Trigger warning: Quinn, non consensual biting,hinted emotional abuse, manipulation

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3 years ago

"And this scar?"

You laid face to face in bed with your boyfrie- mate , he was pointing out scars as you told him stories.

"Oh, that one was from my cat."

You didn't feel the need to explain more, but after looking at Quinn face you roll your eyes and continue .

"Don't give me that look, werewolves can like cats, cats don't really like us, hence the scar."

You relax into Quinn's touch as he traces the scar.

"Why haven't I heard about this cat before? What's it's name?"

Your smile drops as you think about your old pet. You lift your hand to the scar, your hand grazing Quinn before landing on the scar. You smile that you have something to remember you can goodbye.

"She's dead. She was my cat as a child, the only pet I ever had. Her name was Fizzy, I picked the name as a toddler."

Your hand stops tracing the scar, smoothly taking Quinn's hand, both his and your hand now against your body, togather. You look into Quinn's eyes, you weren't afraid of him trancing you, you trusted him and knew he had a reason every time he tranced you.

" I actually really like the scar, it's a permanent reminder of her, a souvenir on my skin. I don't have many pictures from that time of my life, so I'm glad I have something to take with me."

Quinn's hand disconnects from your's, he walks his fingers up your arm.

"I like the way you think. I agree, scars are full of memories, it's hard to forget something when it's etched onto your body."

Quinn hand is now on your neck, one finger sliding up and down your neck.

"I think it can be romantic."

You laugh with a puzzled look,when you see Quinn's face you snap your facial expression to something more neutral. You've seen that look a lot, it tells you when you’re wrong and should let him explain why.

"Good pup."

You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face, you loved the praise, you loved that Quinn gave you a nickname, made you feel special. You stay quiet as

Quinn's fingers glide up and down your neck. He prefered you quiet, it took you a while to get used to it but, he was really insistent, it was basically instinct now, waiting for Quinn to talk or give you the go ahead to speak your mind.

"Listen, scars are long lasting, they change people, physically and sometimes mentally. I can tell the kind of person humans are from their scars, I imagine the pain,the most felt, I want to know about their memories of those scars."

Quinn's hand moves up to your face, his fingers finding and touch all the scars on your face.

"As a vampire I'm envious. I have a few scars from before I was turned, all minuscule in my memories. I miss it. I think of all the times I fought someone, how I should have scars littering my body."

You can understand where your boyfriend is coming from but you think about your scars, the ones that bring memories you wish to forget, too many of your scars come from that category. You try to hide how you disagree with him, but you know you've failed when your body has been moved. Quinn now pinning you to the bed, his hands holding yours above your head. His hand release them, sliding his hand down your arms, his head lowers closer to you.

“Think about it…”

He's so close, his lips brush yours with his words. He laughs at your shocked face, abruptly stopping he stares into your eyes, before he move down, his head landing in the crook of your neck, a vampire's favorite place.Gab- your alpha’s voice plays in your head, all the warnings he gave you about Quinn, all the lectures he gave about how Quinn was bad company, a bad friend, a bad vampire. You never took it well, you yelled back defending Quinn, told him that Quinn would never hurt you,and at that time you believed it. Now that Quinn is smelling your neck, you wish you could tell him to stop, you knew why you couldn't, you were afraid. You shook it off, Quinn wont bite you.

“ Wolves bite, not just to fight, but to claim, to love. To mark their mate. They scar their mate to ensure they'll never forget them, that others won't take them."

Quinns breath is on your neck, you feel him take a break of talking, to breathe you in.

“You smell…amazing. I can hear your pulse."

He leans in more, your mind and body argue on whether to stop him. Your body goes rigid at the feeling of Quinn's cold tongue on your neck, a slow long lick against your neck.

"I can feel your want on my tongue. "

He's wrong, but you don't correct him.

“Let me show you how much I love you. Like a wolf?"

Quinn's nose is against your neck, you feel the air move as he smells you.

“I know you'll like it, you have to , you're a wolf, and I'm your mate."

You don't have time to do anything, as Quinn bites you, like a vampire. His fangs deep in your neck, your veins, your blood, drinking it.

A few weeks later

"That looks pretty new? What's the story? Did ya fight a blood crazy vampire?"

Your friend points out the punctures on your neck, your hand goes to graze the healing punctures. Smiling at the memory, at who gave you the bite mark.

"No, nothing like that, it was actually Quinn."

You felt your face heat up as you spoke about him.

"He said it was like a mate's bite. "

Your voice makes it clear how embarrassing you find this, you hate showing your emotions, and it was hard to contain how happy Quinn made you.

"Oh? I didn't think you two were that serious."

Something about their voice made you confused. Why did they sound sad? Were they hiding something?

"I'm happy for the two of you."

"Well its not actually serious."

Your friend looked at you with concern.

"But you call each other mates, you let him drink for you, from your neck. "

"Well mates ain't that serious, and so what if he drank from my neck."

Your body wanted to curl up in disgust after deming the term mates, but Quinn was clear that this wasn't a serious relationship, he just liked the term mates.

"To vampires the neck is, its intimate, in all ways, including emotionally. Vampires only drink from the neck for 2 reasons, they see you as food and food only ,or they want to make feeding good for you, want to show their love and feel yours."

You laughed.

“ There's no way."

You genuinely can't imagine a vampire's bite being pleasurable. You recall the immense pain of Quinn's bite.

"There's absolutely no way it could ever feel good."

Your friend looked at you , you grew uncomfortable looking at their face, it displayed only pity.

"If it could feel good, it would have cause, he doesn't see me as food."

Your friend's face doesn't change, they're still looking at you like you're a victim.

"I'm his mate, and you need to stay out of it."

Present

You feel his breath on your neck, you feel him take a break just to breathe you in.

“You smell like you.”

"What does that mean."

You laugh trying to bury the pit that's growing inside of you.

"Means your hiding something."

Your heart races as sam moves your body.

Pulling away from your neck , the hand that were previously on your hips, moved to hold your face. You look into Sam 's silver eyes, the same color as Quinn's yet nothing like his.

“Darlin, what's wrong?"

"Its- nothing, you can- go ahead bite me if you want."

The words had struggled to get out of your mouth.

“You lying darlin’. I know you.”

Smas thumb grazes your check.

“ Why did you think I was going to bite ya?"

You wanted to tear your head away, but couldn't in the grasp of Sam , so you adjusted your eyes, looking at the walls of Sam 's home. Such a cozy place, you 'd never knew cozy till you met Sam .

“darlin’ , does it have something to do with these?"

Sam's hand moved to your neck, you knew he was talking about the half a dozen bite marks on your neck, ones clearly done by a feeding vampire.

Your eyes snapped back to Sam 's face, expecting to meet his eyes, instead you saw his eyes on your neck. There's so much emotion in him, not even a daemon could decipher them all, but you could see both hate and love. You waited for him to look back up and into your eyes before speaking

"Yes, there all from-"

You clear your throat before attempt to say his name, but you didn't need to as Sam says it for you.

"Quinn."

He lets out a sigh.

"I figured, I never asked because I thought you'd share with me when you were ready."

"I'm ready"

"Ok darlin'. should we uhh, change positions, I feel this portion is not suited for what you're about to tell me."

You realize what Sam means, and he's right, you don't think this is a story you tell while straddling your m- boyfriend. You move to get off, Sam's hand finds yours as he lets you pick the position of your and his body. You end up laying your head in his lap, one of his hands is over your body holding your hand, while the other one is petting your head. You didn't want to be facing him when you shared how naive you were.

"I have a lot of scars, it's not like I hide that, and it really intrigues people. Scars have memories attached to them,and the scars on my neck were given to me by a blood crazed vampire who only saw me as food."

Your emotions bubbles up at the memories, becoming hard to control your self. But then you feel Sam 's hand, and you know you're safe. Calming you as you continue.

"But I didn't believe that. I thought it was out of love, he said it was like a mate's bite, he never asked if it was what I wanted he said that I should want it, like it should have been instinct for me to need him to bite me. It always felt wrong in the moment, but he would make me feel so special after words that I was, I was proud to be bitten by him, to be his food supply. That's basically it, it's not that serious.

"Darlin' don't minimize your feelings. He's a piece of shit, and I'm disgusted to be a vampire, because of him. He's the kind of vampire that gives us a bad reputation. "

You let out a breathy laugh, you were glad to have someone like Sam .

"Darlin, I'd never bite you without asking, you're not food to me. You're my mate."

You blinked out of shock, and to keep tears in. You knew your packmates called you and Sam mates, as a wolf you saw him as your mate, but the human part of you never wanted to use that word again. But hearing Sam use it, made you swoon, you wanted to heal just to be able to be comfortable calling him that. You tried to rush it, trying to say the word,failing. You looked into his beautifully silver eyes, full of so much love and care.He could read you so well. He could see how you saw him, he knew he was your mate, wether you could say it or not.