Fantasy au

Vampire Eli x Exorcist

Tw : kind of horror like idk, suicide attempt

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The smell of blood reeked and the bodies piled on top of each other were beginning to decompose for some or being eaten by rats. The place was definitely very poorly maintained by the owner of the mansion. Well, it wasn't really surprising coming from a bloodthirsty monster who had a reputation for being merciless towards his victims.

For several months the village at the foot of the mountain had been living in constant terror of the vampire living in the manor house at the top of the hill. Every week, he kidnapped a different victim to feast on the crimson liquid flowing in their veins. Man, woman, young, old, there was no set criteria and anyone could find themselves in his clutches.

The story got so popular that it reached the ears of a famous exorcist who specialized in vampire extermination.

"Disgusting."

The red leather-clad male had just walked through the doors of the huge mansion to be greeted by a bloody and literally disgusting horror. Fortunately, he wore a mask that lessened the awful smell that wafted through the air. And so he walked along the old velvet carpet, being careful where he put his feet so as not to step on a hand or something.

Then, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, thunder rumbled outside. The storm had been in full swing since he arrived in the small lost town and it hadn't spared him, the tips of his hair still letting droplets fall to the ground. Suddenly he sensed a presence other than the creeping vermin and put his hand on the dagger tied to his waist, ready to draw it at any time.

He looked up at the top of the stairs, but there was nothing there. Another thunderclap. He blinked. A man was now standing at the top of the stairs.

"You are the vampire."

The demon was dressed in a lush red and gold suit, his white locks sticking out slightly behind his golden mask. He smirked mischievously before lifting his cloak and disappearing in a flash. The exorcist grabbed his dagger and raised it, but without him even being able to defend himself, the vampire reappeared behind him, one hand around the one holding the dagger and the other under his chin.

"Impressive." he said in a deep voice.

"Get your filthy hands off me." growled the other.

"Who would have thought that I would finally have the honor of meeting the famous exorcist?"

The white-haired male didn't listen to a word the one in red said and held him firmly in place against him, preventing him from moving an inch. His fingers with sharp nails slid from his chin to his neck, lowering the collar of his shirt to reveal his white skin. The exorcist suddenly had a wave of panic at this gesture.

"You shouldn't move so much, it will only hurt more~"

However, he did not listen and continued. How could he stop after a disaster, a murder, was about to happen? The vampire was unfortunately too strong for him, probably because of all the human blood he had drunk so far. A shiver ran through the human as a warm breath caressed his neck. The next moment, a sharp pain settled in that very spot.

He had just been beaten so quickly, he didn't even have time to do anything. It was pathetic. His blood was being drained from his body and transferred to the hungry demon. His eyelids started to get heavier, he struggled but they seemed to go against the force of his will. So this was how it was going to end?

His mind sank into darkness.

Tick tack.

The sound of a clock.

Tick tack.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He was in a room, on a bed. Where was he?

"Awake?"

It was him. The exorcist wasn't going to lose this time, he grabbed his dagger and threw himself at the vampire who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He pressed his blade against the latter's throat, drawing a scarlet line across his skin.

"This thing is dangerous, you know?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Such a strong resolve~ But are you sure about that?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Well... Maybe because you're not what you used to be."

There was a short pause. A realization. The exorcist squeezed his dagger a little harder, his eyes filled with rage.

"You..."

"I can help if you wish~"

"What do you take me for?"

"Aesop Carl... Renowned exorcist hunting vampires... How would he react now that he's become what he hated?"

"Eli Clark... A murderer."

"It was all a decoy, my dear."

Aesop growled at the vampire, he could chop his head off at any moment but he didn't when it was served to him on a platter. Instead, his dehydrated throat seemed to burn, demanding something yet unknown. However, there was no way he would ever stoop to that. Not in this life.

"What are you doing-"

He stepped back and retracted his dagger, only to point it at his stomach. His mission was to kill all vampires and now that he was one, he was no exception. His hands then went off in a rush to end it all once and for all but before the tip even touched a thread of his clothing, a hand slammed against his own and sent the blade flying across the room.

"Are you crazy!?"

Eli was now standing over him, his hands firmly holding his so that he would not try anything else dangerous. There was anger in his voice but Aesop did not react. He simply looked at him with blank eyes, staring at two cerulean orbs. Ah, he noticed that the latter was no longer wearing his mask. When had he taken it off? It was criminal to have such beautiful eyes considering all the atrocities he had done.

"Do you want to die!?"

"It seemed obvious to me."

"Why do such a thing!?"

"It's just my duty. Why are you angry? Shouldn't you be relieved? I tried to kill you and I still wish to do so. My death would be one less obstacle."

"That's not what I wanted!"

The exorcist did not answer. He couldn't. Not until his thirst was quenched. The vampire didn't know what to say, it wasn't what he wanted in the first place when he went out of his way to lure the latter into his house. He clicked his tongue and withdrew one of his hands to bring it to his lips, sinking his fangs into his veins and filling his mouth with the scarlet fluid. 

He lowered himself and crushed his lips against the exorcist's. The kiss was rough, Aesop tried to struggle but he quickly gave up as he felt Eli's tongue penetrate the inside of his mouth and spread the metallic taste in every part of it. When the vampire finished making him drink it all, he pulled back, a thread of saliva connecting their mouths.

"Just kill me."

"I'm afraid you are now my prisoner."

"I will kill you."

"I've been waiting for that."