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Teotoburg Forest, 9AD

The corpses lay strewn on the battlefield, both Roman and Germanic. Blood soaked into the soil, churning it up into a foamy mud. Amongst the dead lay a warrior- they called him Till. He had heard about the Roman army advancing, and had gone to defend his people from their might. And now here he was- dying on the battlefield, not quite killed but on the verge of death. A pilum pierced his chest, skewering him open, and he rasped out a bloody rattle of breath. His lungs were punctured, and he knew his village's healer couldn't save him now. The Roman forces had backed up for the night, setting up their tents and tending their wounded. In one of their camps, an old augur set out blessings to the gods, sacrificing birds and spilling wine on their altars. Mars, for warfare. Jupiter, for might. Minerva, for strategy. Mercury, for swiftness. Victoria, for triumph. And yet in doing his rites, the old man forgot one goddess, and that would be his army's undoing. For the goddess he forgot was Morta- the goddess of death.

She swept across the battlefield on her black wings, her tattered robes and wild black hair fluttering in the breeze. She had been scorned! Forgotten! Morta hissed, and her red eyes fixed upon a dying man. Black hair, bone pins in his brow, an eel tattooed on his arm- and a massive Roman spear piercing his chest. Till let out his dying breath, and Morta swept down on her wings. So, they thought they could just forget about her? Time for a little vengeance!

He must've been dead, as the things he was seeing were wonderful. Till was surrounded by beautiful naked women of many different appearances, all who were incredibly fat with huge breasts, and drinking from a horn of fine beer as about five of the women pleasured him with their hot, red mouths. Another one walked up to him, and presented her enormous chest to him. He gladly started to suckle on her massive nipples, drinking in not milk, but beer flowing from her teats, as another woman kissed his neck.

"Being dead isn't too bad if it's this for eternity." He mused to himself, mouth full of boob.

"Don't get used to it, Tillchen. You're not going to die once she's done with you, and you can't wait for disease, old age or violence." One of the busty beauties said. He was about to ask her what she meant, when a huge pair of black feathered wings wrapped around him, the bosom was pulled from his lips, and a pair of fangs pierced his throat.

Till's eyes flew open, no longer dead, and he howled in agony as he felt the fiend above him suck every drop of blood from his body. Why was this happening? Were the Romans sacrificing him to their gods? He wanted to go back! He howled again in pain, and the woman above him- a pale, skeletal wraith with black wings- opened up her robe. She pressed her teat to his lips, and blood flowed from the nipple.

"Swallow!" She hissed. Till choked down a mouthful, and his body contorted in agony. Irises turned red, canines grew, and his chalky-pale body twisted as new powers were gained, and his heart stopped beating for good.

"What have you done? Take me back!" He gasped, shaking in pain. Everything was so loud! Since when were his senses so good?

"Can't do that. You're Undead now, Till. You must be hungry!" The death goddess laughed. "I am Morta, but you can call me Mother. I've made you into a vampire to get back at those no-good Romans for forgetting my sacrifice."

"What the fuck is a vampire?!"

"You'll never die. You're faster, stronger, and more powerful than any man. You have paranormal abilities and you can transform into beasts! The only catch? You must drink the blood of living things."

Just then, Till was filled with a deep, terrible hunger. Not for meat or bread or soup, but for blood... And only blood. His eyes fell on the Roman camp, and the goddess laughed as she disappeared.

"Go and feast, my child."

The Romans never took Germania. Teotoburg was one of their worst defeats, and none of their historians were brave enough to write down about the beast that tore through their camp and drank the blood of their commanders. Their empire eventually fell, but Till? He kept living.

*****

Hamburg, 1189

Richard sat in the dungeon of the castle, awaiting his death. He was just a stable boy, but when news had come to town of the pope calling a crusade, even he had heard the ruckus. The Lord he worked for was cold and cruel, and loved using violence against the people of the city to get what he wanted. Didn't pay enough taxes? Get whipped! Caught slacking at work? To the stocks! Anyway, the Lord had heard about the crusade, and had immediately raised taxes to an enormous degree to buy himself some new armour and a horse. He had enough money anyway, but he was a dreadful miser. Richard had heard him sending his barons to go and collect money from the poor, and he'd just had to open his big mouth.

"Why can't you quit your Bible-bashing and tax-stealing and actually be a decent leader?" He'd spat.

"Treason! Guards, take him to the dungeon! Kruspe shall hang for this!" The Lord had spat. And so here he was, waiting to die.

"Reeesh!" A voice called. Richard looked around, surprised, when he saw a face in the barred window. A man with white hair and two pins in his brow was standing there, looking in.

"Poor Richard, off to be hung. I could stop it, you know. I'm hungry, you want to live- we could make ourselves a deal." He smirked, showing long white fangs where his canines should be.

"Strigoi!" Richard gasped.

"Oh, relax. I'm offering you a get out of jail free c..." But Richard was backing away, terrified of what he was seeing. Till sighed, and flew off into the night.

The next night, Richard was dragged to the gallows. They were on a crossroads, so his ghost would never find it's way to heaven, and there he was hung by the neck. His spine didn't snap, and he dangled there slowly asphyxiating. The villagers headed home after watching him choke for long enough, and as his face turned purple and the veins burst in his eyes, Richard saw a familiar figure creeping along the top of the gallows.

"Still going to say no? I could do with a friend." Till said, eerie and pale in the moonlight.

"Make it quick... Please..." Richard replied. Till broke his noise and grabbed him by the underarms, and the vampire feasted to his heart's content on Richard's blood. Biting his own lip, Till kissed Richard, letting the blood flow into his mouth.

"I'm alive!" Richard gasped as his eyes flew open, now also blood red.

"Not quite... You're UnDead, like me. Now how about we share that tasty-looking Lord?" Till asked, licking the new bite marks on Richard's neck.

München, 1359

Father Schneider crossed himself yet again, and headed into the priory. Munich was being ravaged by the plague, and the corpses were piling high, being eaten by rats and mice as there wasn't enough room to fit them into the many plague pits around the city. He always carried a bag of lavender with him to deter... Whatever it was that was causing this, and before entering the priory, he paused to comb his hair. Lots of the infected had flea bites, could it be a connection? With a sigh, as he was starting to despise his fellow clergymen, Christoph opened the door and walked in. The other priests were enjoying a big meal, which made him want to vomit. They should be feeding the poor, not stuffing their faces! Still, he could always take their leftovers to the beggars of the city. It was the least he could do.

"You're late, Schneider." One of the priests remarked.

"I was busy doing last rites at a plague pit." He replied, helping himself to some bread and butter.

"That's nonsense. God is killing them for their unholiness." Father Fritz said with a sniff.

"What's causing this plague anyway?" A younger priest asked.

"Well, we've blamed the weather, witches, the Jews, harlots, the Saracens, the Jews again and housecats. None of that has worked." Father Fritz replied. "I say we just... COUGH! COUGH!... wait for the unholy to die."

"They're not unholy. They're sick!" Schneider replied. "We should have charity on them. They all have flea bites, perhaps..."

"IT IS GOD'S WILL!" Father Fritz yelled. "Now shut up and eat." Schneider couldn't take any more shouting, and jumped forward. He tore open Fritz' habit, revealing the black buboes covering his flesh.

"You're infected!" He cried. "This plague has nothing to do with punishment for sin!"

"Heresy! How dare you accuse me of being a plague-ridden sinner!" The older priest screamed. He grabbed his steak knife, and stabbed Schneider in the chest.

"Men, dump his body in the plague pit. I don't care if he's still alive, he'll be dead by morning." Fritz commanded. The other priests nodded, and carried Schneider to the nearest open pit.

Richard and Till had been hungering for some fresh blood for a while, and their ears pricked up as they heard Schneider's wails of pain in the plague pit.

"Come, now. Let me take away your pain." Till cooed, taking him into his arms.

"Are you an angel?" Schneider gasped as two sets of fangs pressed into his throat.

"Something like that."

That night, the rest of the priory was found dead, their throats torn open. Consecrated ground hadn't been enough to save them from three hungry fiends.

Cologne, 1890

Paul gasped out in pain as blood seeped from his broken nose. He'd taken up a job as a boxer to make some money, just enough to live off, but it wasn't going well. He'd just been very badly beaten in a fight, one that he'd had the stupidity to bet all his money on. Now he was penniless and broken, and trudging down the roads of Cologne to the bridge over the Rhine. He stared down at the dark rushing waters, prepared to throw himself in and end all this misery.

"Hey." A voice called. Three pairs of red glowing eyes loomed out the darkness, and Till strutted towards Paul, with Doom and Richard flanking him. They had no reflections in the water below, and Richard cradled Paul's cheek with his hand.

"You know, suicide isn't your only way out. We could offer something much better." Richard mused.

"Whatever it is, I'll fucking take it." Paul sighed.

"Can I do the Change, Tillchen?" Richard asked, grinning to reveal his sharp white fangs.

"Go ahead, Reesh." The older vampire replied. Richard took Paul into his arms, and kissed his neck, making him moan softly with bliss.

"You're beautiful." He hissed. Then he drew his fangs, and bit down. As he fed, Paul's reflection disappeared from the waters below, never to be seen again.

Black Forest, 1944

Flake set up his radio set, preparing to do another broadcast. He'd been working with resistance groups in the area for over a year now, running a radio broadcast where he'd read out news of how the war was going, and read out a chapter from a book banned by the Reich to end. Flake had always been a rebel, and he was currently broadcasting from a old falling-down cottage in the black forest, his radio antenna hidden in the chimney.

"Evening, folks." He said into the mic. "Today's news- yet another defeat for the Reich, as the D-day landings were successful. Allied forces are marching on Berlin as we speak, and our so-called "superior" military is failing. Supplies are low on meat, eggs and bread, so I hope you're all enjoying those ersatz steaks back home. Not much of a nation of superiors if we're dying so easily, are we? Almost like this whole fascism thing is absolute bullshit." He reached for the book by his side, planning to read a passage, when there was a slamming at the door.

"Christian Lorenz! We know you're in there!"

Shit! They'd found him!

Flake yanked open the back window and tumbled out, running into the dark Black Forest. There was a shout from behind him, and he screamed as a bullet hit his leg, but he kept running.

"Fuck you Nazi sons-of-bitches!" He yelled behind him, at his squad of pursuers.

"Our orders were to bring him in for questioning!" One of his pursuers yelled, reloading his gun.

"He's running, that means he's guilty. Shoot the rat on sight." Another replied, and Flake went stiff as a bullet rocketed through his chest.

"Got him!"

"Leave the body to rot, as a warning." The officer said, looking down at Flake's bleeding body. "Come on, it's dark. Let's get out of here before the fucking wolves come out."

There are no wolves in the Black Forest. What hunts there is far more deadly, and as the soldiers left, they slinked out of the shadows. Four pairs of red eyes surrounded Flake, and Till picked him up, pressing his glowing fangs to his throat.

"Welcome to the pack." Richard said as Till dripped his blood into Flake's mouth. The skinny man gasped, his eyes turning gold, and Till raised a pierced eyebrow, knowing what this meant.

"A daywalker, hmm?" He remarked. Daywalkers were not as powerful as other vampires, but could go out in the sun. They were incredibly rare, with only about five recorded throughout history. Flake sniffed the ground, picking up on the smell of his pursuers, and snarled.

"Rip and tear!" Doom remarked, as Flake set off into the night for his first feed.

East Berlin, 1975

Ollie scraped at the concrete in his back yard, his plans to make a tunnel seeming more and more unlikely as the days went by. The wall was too well guarded to cross, not that he'd be allowed past anyway, so he had planned to dig a tunnel from his house, which was about half a mile from the wall. From there, he would dig to a park in West Berlin near the wall, and emerge a free man. He couldn't rely on anyone else to help him out, in case they snitched. His plan was to dig into the sewer pipes and crawl through to freedom, but it wasn't a pleasant one.

"Fuck this..." Oliver sighed, staring at his shovel. He'd barely even broken the concrete above.

"Feeling hopeless?" A voice tilled. He looked up, to see five figures sitting on his roof.

"How did you get up there?" He cried.

"We can go anywhere we like." Doom said, gliding down to him. "You want to join us?" He was so hypnotic.... Ollie couldn't help but nod. Multiple pairs of fangs broke his flesh, and that night, Ollie did cross the Berlin Wall... As a bat.

Transylvania, about (your age) years ago

Sister Ioana of the Priory of the Sisterhood of Our Lady the Eternal Protector had been feeding the hens early in the morning when she heard the baby's wails. She opened the main front door, to see a baby in a basket on the doorstep. The note with her read "TAKE CARE OF HER", but there was no sign of who'd left you.

"Poor thing!" The old nun cooed, picking you up in your basket. "Did your parents not want to keep you?" You gurgled (on account of being a baby) and the nun raised her head to the heavens.

"Mother Mary, thank you for delivering this child to our safe arms. She'll make a splendid huntress, as I'm getting too old to go out and stake those bloodsucking motherfuckers." And on that note, she carried you into the warmth.

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You were still a baby in your cot when your training as a Huntress started. Sister Ioana had brought a big, colourful picture book to read to you in the crib, and she showed you all the pictures as she read out.

"Betty Bunny was playing in the park with her friends, Freddy Fox and Sally Squirrel. They were in the treehouse, when a stranger with RED EYES and NO REFLECTION came up to them. "May I come in?" Asked the stranger?"

She turned the page, to show an illustration of Betty Bunny sinking a stake into the heart of the stranger.

"But Betty Bunny knew that vampires are not our friends. So she staked that bastard, and reduced him to ashes. The end!" You giggled and cooed in your crib, and Sister Ioana kissed your forehead as she tucked you in, turned on your mobile and nightlight, and applied a fresh spray of garlic juice to the window and doorway.

"Sleep well. Scream if the vampires bite." She said, closing the door behind her.

As you grew, so did your training. By age six, you were a black belt in karate, and the sisters were teaching you parkour and acrobatics. These were no ordinary nuns- yes, they brewed mead and grew vegetables and prayed to the Virgin Mary, but that was somewhat of a front for their true work. The Sisterhood of Our Lady the Eternal Protector were one of the oldest bands of vampire slayers out there, formed out of women fleeing abusive relationships as the blood bags of powerful vampire lords. Vlad Tepesh himself had organised a witch hunt against the founders of the priory, accusing them of slandering him as a vampire. He was in fact a vampire, the one who had been feeding on these women for years, and so no other woman would ever be kept as a slave to a bloodsucker, the founders impaled Tepesh on his own stake. From then on, they set out to protect humanity from rogue vampires by training and arming women, and worked with other vampire slayers from all across the globe.

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"Put more rage into it. Imagine you're swinging this blade at a vampire who's just ripped the throat out a teenage girl."

You were 9 years old, and sparring with Chomden, a vampire hunting nun from a Buddhist nunnery in Tibet. Chomden was used to slaying Jiang-Shi, hopping Chinese vampires that came over the border from China, but a walking corpse was a walking corpse as far as she was concerned and she'd gladly stake them all. Her bald head and orange robes stood apart from the Priory's red robes, but the Prioress was always glad to invite her over. You both held short sticks with smears of black paint on them, so you could see if you'd struck your opponent without hurting them.

Prioress Elisabeta watched you from the side, not saying a word as usual. She was an old woman with long white hair, always dressed in her red robe and belt of stakes. You lunged forward and struck Chomden on the chest with your stick, and her eyes glimmered with pride at how well you were learning- before she swiftly kicked you in the temple, knocking you to the ground.

"Not bad, kid." She said. "You'll be staking strigoi like a professional soon."

******

"You have a duty as a Huntress now, y/n. You have received your calling." You had been preparing for bed one night when you were 14, but as you were brushing your teeth, you saw your irises turn purple in the mirror. You had yelped with shock, and Prioress Elisabeta had walked in to see what the fuss was about.

"But why have they changed?" You asked, looking at your new eyes.

"It is a blessing from Devana, the Slav goddess of the hunt and the moon. When our founders prayed to her in desperation after Vlad Tepesh kidnapped them, she blessed them with strength and skill in hunting. Your eyes will change at night, letting you see in the dark, and see heat signatures- as vampires have none."

"So I'm... Not human anymore?"

"Oh, you're fully human. Just as how a Daywalker is still a vampire, a Slayer is still a human. Albeit a little different. Your powers come out at night, as that is when they are needed. I am glad the Goddess has chosen you! Devana shall arm you, and Mother Mary shall protect you." The Prioress turned out the light, and led you to bed.

"Some day, you shall make us very proud, and protect humanity from the servants of Morta."

"Goodnight, Prioress." You said, getting into bed.

"Goodnight, my girl. You are now a Huntress, just like us. Like the Goddess Devona, you hunt and slay under the light of the full moon. Like the Mother Mary, you protect and cherish humanity, and you shall be everything. And like Mary Magdalena, you shall be nobody, forgotten and scorned by those who shall never understand your sacred role." And on that note, she turned out the light.

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The backpacker ran down the cobbled streets of the little village, screaming with terror. A wicked laugh came from behind her, and she was yanked into an alleyway by her auburn ponytail. The blonde strigoi gazed down at her, his fangs stained with the blood of her boyfriend.

"Oh gawd!" She screamed.

"Kimberly, Kimberly... You're going to taste so sweet." The bloodsucker teased, bearing her throat for his feeding. Suddenly, the vampire stiffened, and screamed as he crumpled to dust. You pulled your stake out his chest, and offered Kimberly a hand. You were only 17, but where's the fun in being a teenager if you're not slaying vampires?

"Wh-who are you?" She whimpered.

"I'm nobody." You replied. "Or you can call me the Slayer. You were in a tight spot there, weren't you?"

"Gawd, I sure was! Thank you for saving me! I..."

You puffed a spray of a special concoction in her eyes, and Kimberly fainted. When she woke up, her and her boyfriend were in hospital in Bucharest, safe in the knowledge that vampires didn't exist, but they should still never wander alone at night without a good dose of garlic in their pockets. Sister Ioana worked at that ward where you took survivors of vampire attacks (she'd cover it up, tell the hospital to treat them for animal attacks) and you received a text the next day that both mundanes were healing up.

****

Years passed and soon, you reached (your age). You were in the training room, practicing your parkour when Sister Ioana walked in and called you down.

"The Prioress wants to see you!" She called. You clambered down from the high beam you were on, and landed on your feet.

"What's it about?" You asked.

"She didn't say." You thanked her and headed to the Prioress's office, through the cloisters and up the stairs. It was cold, as usual, since the nunnery was high up a mountain.

"You wanted to see me, Prioress?" You asked, opening her door.

"Ah, Y/N." She said, turning around. "Sit down." You did so, and she turned on a projector. A picture was projected onto the wall, showing a tall, beefy man with pins in his eyebrow, and white hair.

"Y/N, this is Till Lindemann. He is the leader of the Rammstein Pack of Berlin. Familiarise yourself with him, as he's not the vampire you'll be seeking."

"You mean the most powerful pack?" You asked. You'd heard about them in your studies- six vampires who stalked the night in Berlin. The Priory only had pictures of five of them in their archives though, as vampires didn't show up in photos. The Daywalker of their pack was still mostly unknown to you.

"Correct. Lindemann is over 2,000 years old, and is a spawn of Morta herself. Y/N, you've proven time and time again to be highly adept, so we're going to assign you to Berlin. There's a mystery on our hands."

"What sort?"

"A few weeks ago, tourists started showing up dead with their throats torn out. The Rammstein pack were our first suspects, but they're a no-kill pack, who prefer to sip from hypnotised humans and let them live. Furthermore, the pack tends to target locals as snacks. These killings must have been done by a very powerful vampire pack, possibly lead by another spawn of Morta. Your duty is to travel to Berlin, slay the leader of this new pack, and protect humanity."

This was a big responsibility, but you nodded.

"Right. I'll be glad to serve, Prioress. In the name of the Goddess, the Madonna and Magdalena."

"And Y/N? The Rammstein pack are not your allies. Do not put yourself in debt to vampires, or let them be indebted to you."

"Noted, Prioress."

"Good. Now start packing for Berlin."

*****

The Slayers weren't the only ones upset by news of a new vampire in Berlin. Till dangled from the ceiling of the abandoned hotel him and his pack frequented by his feet, as Richard glided up to him.

"Any news of the new leech?" He asked.

"None, Doughnut. No more killings since yesterday. Paul and Ollie are on patrol, Schneider is feeding and Flake's keeping an eye open for Rosenrot."

"Fucking parasite, stealing our city and our prey." Till spat. Richard purred and stroked his cheek, before Till embraced him.

"Ah, Reesh... You smell good."

"I fed off some ravers. Acid really gives blood a kick, doesn't it?"

"Almost as good as sex." Till replied. "And speaking of sex..."

"Oh, go on, you thirsty bastard." Richard laughed, floating down to an old chaise lounge and bending over. It didn't show in the mirrors surrounding them in the abandoned ballroom, but the noises the two vampires made were enchanting enough to waltz to, just as the long-departed guests used to waltz in that very room.

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The moving van drove down the Autobahn 13, and you followed in a rented car. You'd been driving foba few days, stopping at motels and eating at shitty roadside diners. Berlin wasn't a long way now, and you were anticipating your new job here. You were in disguise in the daytime, as with a daywalker on the loose, you couldn't let the Rammstein pack know you were the huntress. They could kill you if they were threatened, jeopardizing your mission to protect the city from the new vampire. Since Rammstein were a no-kill pack, they were monitored, but not targets to be slayed yet. Should they kill a slayer, the Priory would descend upon them like a flock of avenging angels, and six new notches would be in the Prioress's battleaxe. So, for your own sake, you were disguised. Your clothes were corseted in places and padded in others to change your body shape, and the clothes themselves were a wildly different attire to your nighttime wear. You wore a wig too, and glasses, as you couldn't be too careful.

You passed the sign welcoming you to Berlin, and drove down the roads until you reached your apartment block. It was near the Tiergarten park, and on the third floor. The Sisterhood had made sure to pay for a nice apartment in Berlin (they were crazy rich in account of stealing the treasure of every vampire lord they slayed), so you'd have a HQ to operate from. You thanked the driver and tipped him after he'd helped you load your furniture into your apartment, most of which was flat pack, and he left. With him gone, you immediately hung two mirrors in your hallway- one on the opposite wall to the door, and one next to the door at an angel, to see if any visitors were missing their reflections. From now on, you had to be on high alert. Anyone out here could be the Daywalker until you proved otherwise, and the fact that some daywalkers appeared completely human in the day (albeit with slight amounts of their night time powers) made this even trickier. The Sisterhood didn't even know this Daywalker's real name! All you knew was that he was a man know as "Flake." You had a silver ring on each hand, and although you maintained a shy and nervous persona in the daytime, your slayer brain never stopped scanning for danger. Oh, and the bloodthirsty murderer on the loose didn't help.

You were screwing together a flat pack kitchen chair when there was a knock at the door. You stood up, tugging down your white "clean girl" cardigan that paired with your beige skirt, and answered the door. Standing there was a man in his late fifties, wearing glasses.

"Guten morgen, Madame. I'm Christian Lorenz, I live across the hall from you. I take it you're the new member of our block?" He said. He had a geeky maths-teacher vibe, and your eyes slid to the mirror by the door. He definitely had a reflection... So far so good. You shook his outstretched hand, careful not to welcome him in, and he didn't flinch at your silver ring. You were holding the IKEA chair leg in your arm like an impromptu stake, and he didn't appear to be hissing at that either, or the incense you had burning in a holder.

"I'm Y/N." You said. "I'm a content creator, I moved here for the museums." This was a total lie, you didn't even have social media. But Lorenz was old enough to not give a shit about what an influencer was or even know what it was, so you needn't worry about him interrogating you on that.

"I'm a piano teacher by day, but by night? Well... I'm also a piano teacher." He said, with a nervous laugh. He was so geeky! Christian reminded you of Giles from Buffy, with his specs and tweed jacket. You laughed at his quip, and he adjusted his glasses.

"I shan't take up any more of your time, miss Y/N. But it was lovely to meet you, and I hope you have a good day. Isn't the sun wonderful today?" He asked.

"Sure is pretty." You replied. He left and waved you goodbye, and you closed the door. Well, he'd passed your tests so far. And anyway, what sort of a vampire looked like a maths teacher?

****

Flake retreated back to his apartment, and locked the door behind him. It was dark and silent inside, the way he liked it. As a daywalker, he had to schedule his coffin rest with time outside by sacrificing a few night hours, and sleeping in the early mornings. He was usually awake in the day from 10-3, and slept from 3pm-9pm and 6am-10am. He'd retreat back to his coffin then, and arise in the nighttime as a younger, sexier, more powerful bloodsucker. Even then- his powers were nowhere near Ollie and Paul's, and not a scratch on Till's. He could've been even more powerful, but Flake didn't like to drink from humans unless necessary. Animal blood killed the Thirst, but human blood let a vampire maintain and strengthen their powers. As someone who drank from humans only a few times a year, Flake wasn't that powerful. However, daywalkers could eat human food, so to get both a blood meal and some belly-timber in him, he opened his fridge and took out some blood sausage. Someday, he'd ween himself off human blood entirely. Flake wanted to break away from vampire society this way, but it wasn't exactly fun being the runt of the pack. Still, he was stronger than any human, and only really had to worry about Slayers. And it wasn't like the woman next door was one, was she? She was a shy, shrinking violet!

Ohhh, how I'd love to drink from her. Imagine the powers you could gain, and her soft whimpers of blissful agony! And she's so pure too... What a treat.

Flake shut up his inner monologue with a bite of blood sausage. He had enough problems without the new girl in town waking up to find him nibbling her neck.

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You had been flipping through social media (no account but you used a VPN that let you view it) when you raised an eyebrow at a trending tag.

#KlubDurcheinander!

You looked it up to see that Durcheinander was a Berlin nightclub that was getting popular. What with all that human attention, there were bound to be a few vampires coming along too, looking for easy snacks. You smirked, drew your blinds, and tugged off your wig. Sweet, shy Y/N was gone- Y/N the slayer who made strigoi her bitch was coming out to play tonight!

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As night fell over Berlin and the street lamps lit, you changed. Your eyes flashed violet, and you closed the blinds, ready to eschew your daytime self. Off came the wig, the glasses and the padded clothes, and you scrubbed off the makeup that changed your facial features. You pulled your trunk out from under your bed, and got into your huntress gear. You wore a red velvet coat with black lace on the front, with a high collar to cover your neck and wide sleeves to conceal your blades. You added tight black trousers, a few belts and your red high heeled boots, the heels of which doubled as sharp stakes. Then came your accessories- the mini perfume bottle in your shoulder bag contained holy water (the bag could only be opened by you due to the nifty sigil on the inside), your sleeves hid your twin silver blades (you called them the Virgin and the Whore), the chain dangling from your belt was actually a silver whip (Schneewittchen).

You had black gloves with silver claw-like nails, and you finished your look with black crescent moon earrings, a silver ring at the end of your ponytail, black lipstick and a black choker with a moon symbol. Blood red clothes and silver moons were the symbols of your Priory, but thanks to Berlin's huge alternative/goth scene, you'd blend right in. You could always just say you were cosplaying a vampire slayer.

You winked at yourself in the mirror, switched off the lights, and headed out the door. You went down the service stairs to avoid any possible detection, dipped down an alleyway, through a few service doors, and you re-emerged at the nearby U-bahn station and scanned your pass. One of the benefits of being a slayer was that you weren't noticed much, unless you wanted to be, but sometimes that was a burden too. Slayers struggled to marry as vampires would target their spouses, and having friends who weren't also slayers meant that they could end up being used as bait, or killed to one-up you. This was what the other sisters had told you in the Priory, and what occupied your mind as you caught the train to Klub Durcheinander.

****

As the sun set, other beings changed. Flake awoke from his slumber, and yawned, feeling his fangs grow in. Even with lesser powers, he was still a sleek vampire at night, and his human form melted away to become a much younger, sexier form. At night, he appeared about 20 years younger, with longer hair too. He was pale and his golden eyes flashed, and the vampire turned into a white bat and flew out the window, into the night. He had to meet up with his pack, after all- they were going clubbing tonight.

Richard crawled out his coffin, feeling a little hungry. He had been a while without a feed, and as Paul awakened, they fixed eyes. They both looked older since it had been a while since the last feed, in about their late fifties/early sixties. As it was nighttime, their pack marks appeared on the back of their left hands. Vampires in the same pack all shared a rune-like mark, and theirs was a + with an "R" as the left side.

"Snacktime, Reesh?" Paul asked, scratching next to his neck tattoo. Richard's fangs slid out involuntarily at this, two cute little white points.

"Oh, definitely. I'm hungry as fuck. How about we find our familiars and meet up back here in a bit? Once doughnut wakes up, we can go out clubbing."

"Sounds like a plan." Paul replied. They slinked out of the tower that the Rammstein used as their home based, a brutal concrete block with few windows, and prowled out into the night.

****

Milla had just finished her job at the art gallery she worked at, and was heading home when she saw Richard standing on the street corner. He cast no shadow despite being under the street light in the dark, and she grinned.

"Evening, Reesh." She said, kissing his icy cold cheek. He kissed her back, and took her hand. The vampire led his familiar into a dark alleyway, and pressed her against the wall.

"I'm so hungry, Milla..." He purred in her ear, pressing himself against her. "How I crave you... I know your blood shall make me young again, and feed my powers."

"Richard, please..." She begged, her brightly dyed afro curls bobbing as she trembled with anticipation. Milla bared her neck to the vampire, and Richard licked the length of exposed flesh. He kissed her throat, and sunk in his fangs, sipping delicately from her jugular. His bites bonded them together, as Milla was now under his protection. She was such a tasty treat to him, like a brightly coloured walking cupcake, and the familiar shook as the vampire drank from her. He kept sipping until he'd drunk just about 450ml of her blood, and pulled back. Richard licked the wound he'd made, and it instantly closed due to his saliva having a healing property. It left a little scar, but Milla could just play that off as being a freckle.

Richard gave a long sigh as youth flooded back to him the way it always did when drinking blood, and he lost 20 years of physical age. Vampires had to drink about 2 cups of blood about twice a week to survive and prevent themselves going mad with hunger, so he carefully planned his meals. Once a fortnight, him and Paul would drink from the abattoir. Twice a fortnight, they'd drink from their familiars. And once a fortnight, they'd drink from the expired medical waste at the hospital. Schneider and Ollie would drink from the abattoir three times a fortnight, and would either drink hospital waste or find someone willing to drink from the other night. And Till? Nothing but human blood, three times a week, six times total a fortnight. 

"I love you, Reesh..." She gasped, swaying slightly on her feet. Richard took her in his arms like a prince charming from a fairytale, and gently walked her to an all-night cafe around the corner.

"Take it easy tonight, princess. In a few nights, we can meet up and have some fun, but I don't want to wear you out after drinking from you." He said, ordering her a big mug of hot cocoa and a slice of cake to get her blood sugar back up. 

"You're an angel, Richard." Milla slurred, feeling sluggish after having blood taken.

"No... I'll never be an angel." He said, suddenly melancholy. In the silvery metal tables of the cafe, Richard left no reflection, and his breath didn't fog up the windows in the way his beautiful, creative familiar's did.

******

Caroline was waiting outside the abandoned hotel that the Rammstein pack liked to haunt, and Paul came stalking round the corner like a hungry wolf eyeing a rabbit. She waved to him, as she'd been walking their chihuahua, Minni.

"Paulchen!" She grinned upon seeing him.

"Oh Caroline, I'm starving." He smirked. The two of them entered the hotel, and they started to kiss in the abandoned ballroom. Paul picked up Caroline by her waist and glided into the air, and she gasped as she saw herself floating alone in the many, many mirrors. Of course, Paul loved Richard, but he loved Caroline too, so dearly. She was a feast to his hungry fangs, and she gave a soft moan as his sharp teeth penetrated her neck. Rather than sipping like Richard, he let her bleed, and licked the blood from the column of her neck like it was a melting ice pop. It was just as refreshing to him as an ice lolly on a hot day was to a human, and his familiar trembled in his arms. His bites were addictive and they felt so good, Caroline just loved being nibbled by her undead lover. She stroked his neck tattoo as he pulled off her, and licked her wound to close it.

"You taste divine." He whispered to her, floating back down to the ground. Minni yapped, and Paul tossed her a treat from his pocket. He loved to feed on Caroline and strengthen the bond between familiar and vampire, but sometimes, he wished he didn't have to be so reliant on human blood. Still, he wasn't like Till- drinking from as many humans as he pleased, not killing them but treating them all as kegs to be tapped. They'd squabbled before about it, but he really didn't want to let his anger get the better of him with his pack leader. And anyway, he loved the bond he had with his lovely Caroline.

"My lips are tingling... Did you have Italian for dinner last night?" He laughed.

"I couldn't live life without garlic bread." Caroline blushed.

"You naughty girl. But I won't try and stop you, it's your life. You're more than a blood bag to me, baby." He kissed her scars, and she locked lips with him, kissing in the darkness of the empty ballroom.

******

Klub Durcheinander was busy and the music was blaring loudly. You were admitted in by the bouncer and paid your entrance fee, and stepped into the noise. It was dark bar the strobe lights and the mirror ball, and the DJ was headbanging like wild. You didn't order a drink (couldn't get drunk and let your guard down) and scanned the room for any potential vampires. Your violet eyes flashed, but you blended right in, as plenty of other people had coloured contacts in. Your coat and heels didn't even stand out in the riot of different clothes on display. You activated your heat-signature vision, and didn't see any telltale grey blobs yet. Vampires had no heartbeat, so they showed up grey amongst the sea of red and white humans, hot and sweaty in the club. So, with no bloodsuckers in your sights yet, you headed down to the ladies' room. Because even vampire slayers need to piss, ok?

*****

Richard and Paul flapped back into the tower as bats, and turned back into vampires as they landed in the main coffin room. They were now physically both 20 years younger, and Richard's hair lacked the grey streaks. Their veins pumped with fresh blood, which pleased the two horndogs, as it meant they could get it up again. Without enough blood in them, vampires couldn't get stiff, meaning that the Rammstein pack was very keen to keep themselves fed.

"Reesh!" A voice called. Till stepped out of the shadows, pale and gaunt in black leather, the inside of his mouth glowing as it did when he woke up. Nobody really knew why he could make his mouth glow, but he liked to scare other packs of vampires with it. He'd just been down to the red light district, and fed from one of the many self-employed prostitutes there (Till didn't fuck with pimps. He liked his blood bags free-range, not trafficked and abused. Skeevy pimps in the area often ended up being found dead, and their deaths covered up before a certain band of red coated ladies could figure out). Candi and Mandi and Sandi and Bambi and Cristal and Gertrude were always happy to see him, and he paid royally for the pleasure of biting them, so they didn't complain.

"Doughnut!" Richard grinned. "Me and Paul just went out for breakfast." Till sniffed deeply, and grinned.

"Oh, don't you two smell delicious? Come on, spare me some blood. I'm hungry."

"Hey, get your own blood. You're getting chubby with all your feeding anyway." Paul snarked. Till hissed, his mouth glowing, and Richard laughed.

"Oh alright, you big chonker." He said, offering Till his wrist. He'd had enough blood to sustain himself for a few days, without hurting the girl he'd fed from, and because his veins were now full Till could drink from him. And he'd still be able to keep a boner after this! The pack leader bit down on his wrist and sipped deeply, only taking a few gulps, and licked his lips.

"Now that's some good blood. Humans always taste so sweet..." He mused, eyes flashing red.

"How about I suck you too?" Paul purred, nibbling Richard's earlobe. Schneider and Ollie were off feeding at a slaughterhouse, so Richard sat down on a red velvet couch with a smirk, and Paul knelt down.

"That's it, Paulchen. Be a good boy and suck me off." He purred. Paul freed Richard's cock from his leather trousers and hissed appreciatively, taking him down his throat.

"I vant to zuck your cum!" He joked, making Richard laugh.

"Fuck, that's hot." Till grinned, dangling from the ceiling. He almost exclusively drank from humans, making him incredibly powerful. "Do you know what else is hot?"

"Let me guess, big fat..." Richard began, before Till interrupted him.

"Big fat chicks sitting on my face, and they're on the rag, and also wearing stockings and eating chocolate pudding." The older vampire finished.

"Pervert." Paul mused around a mouthful of cock.

"You're the one giving a blowjob in front of me!"

"And a very good blowjob too..." Richard grunted. Just then, a little bat flew into the room, and turned into Flake. He ignored Richard's moans and Paul's slurping, and looked up at Till.

"Any news?" He asked.

"None, boss. No proof that the leeches are daywalkers, and no more kills today. But if they keep this shit up, we'll have Rosenrot swarming us before long." Vampires referred to the Sisters as Rosenrot because saying "Slayer" was a taboo to most, and due to their red coats. But Till had started sniffing, and gave a loud moan.

"Oh Flocka! You smell delicious! Did you make contact with any new mortals?" He purred, floating down to the ceiling.

"Shook hands with my new neighbour. Didn't even disappear in the mirror when I touched her silver ring." He replied.

"Oh, of course. You're giving up your weaknesses along with your powers. Flocka, you're almost pathetically human somedays." Till sniffed. Flake gritted his teeth, knowing that if he fed exclusively on humans he'd be even more powerful than Till, fuck, maybe the most powerful vampire in the world what with his sun immunity- but he couldn't bring himself to drink humans anymore than needs be to maintain his baseline of powers. He'd lived through a terrible war spurred on by the belief that the weak must die for the strong to live, and the idea of swallowing that ideology like he swallowed blood made him want to vomit.

"There's no such thing as superior beings." Flake growled.

"Oh calm down, I know that. There's a reason I turned into a pack of eels and ate that Kommandant from the inside out in 1943. But Flake, that human's scent... She's delicious!" Till licked Flake's hand, and moaned, nuzzling his face into it.

"Flocka, you have the strength of a saint to not even take a nibble." He groaned. "What's her name?"

"Y/n. She's an influencer."

"A what?"

"Internet thing."

"Ah. Still, if she ever invites you in... Don't feel too bad about taking a sip, eh? She smells scrumptious, absolutely irresistible!" Slayers, in their daytime forms, had an absolutely irresistible scent to their blood. Most vampires were so enchanted by it's scent that they didn't even consider you could be a Slayer in your daytime form. Your scent changed at night, but not the traces of your daytime sweat on Flake's hand, thus allowing Slayers to essentially bait vampires into coming to them. Unfortunately, however, this made the blood of Slayers a rare treat for vampires, like a fine wine.

"Till, you horndog, how do you know that isn't the smell of Rosenrot?" Ollie quipped. Him and Schneider were back from their feed, and Richard loudly grunted as he came down Paul's throat.

"Y/n? There's no way she's a Rosenrot. She's cute and shy, and looks like she couldn't say boo to a goose. Surely a Rosenrot would drape themselves in garlic and religious icons?" Flake replied.

"You're right." Ollie said. Paul finished cleaning himself up, and the six vampires smirked.

"Clubbing time?" Schneider asked.

"Certainly." Till replied. So they all headed down to the U-bahn to go to Klub Durcheinander.

*****

In the club bathroom, you spritzed yourself with some perfume after washing your hands (holy water, rowan bark, incense, garlic flower undertones) and checked yourself in the mirror. A blonde girl next to you was giggling to herself, wearing a big tie die t shirt and frayed shoes with hippie jewellery. She looked very out of place, but seemed happy as a clam.

"Having a good night?" You asked.

"Oh, definitely!" She cried in a chipper Aussie accent. "I've met this super hot guy in this club, and he's talking about us slipping out down the alleyway. He's so cool and like, emo! Says his name is Leif. I'm Mona, by the way."

"I'm Rowan." You said. It was a traditional vampire deterrent, after all, so would make a good fake name. Mona headed back upstairs as the toilets were in the basement, but your blood ran cold as you saw something in your heat signatures moving on the dance floor.

Six grey blobs.

The six men you saw before you were all hypnotic, but none were human. One tall, beefy and pale, one skinny and bespectacled, one bald, one tattooed, one with spiky black hair and one with eyeliner and brown hair. None of them had heartbeats, but the other dancers seemed to go wild for them. You sniffed, picking up on the smell of blood- they'd fed recently, so they were probably here to fuck. You recognised them from the pictures you'd been shown, but they looked very different from the old woodcuts and parchment scribbles that depicted most of them. Which one was Flake? The skinny one saw you, and you felt he looked vaguely familiar. Like a younger Mr Lorenz, perhaps a relative? Maybe Lorenz had an ancestors turned into a bloodsucker by these freaks. You could never really tell when a vampire had been turned, so you decided to play the role of a clueless human. No vampire would want to fuck a woman who thought that they sparkled, right?

Flake had no idea that the woman in the red coat making eyes at him was the same girl who lived next door, but he eyed you with suspicion. Could you be Rosenrot? He'd have to play it carefully.

"I like your outfit!" He said, over the music.

"Aw gee, thanks. I got it off Shein." You replied. "Like... I'm not really into all this freaky goth music shit, but I like the whole vampire vibe." Playing the role of a "poser" goth should do well for now, he'd probably brush you off as another clueless human.

"You like vampires?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Surely a Rosenrot wouldn't dream of...

"Oh yeah, love 'em. They're so sexy, and it's a shame they're fictional. I love Twilight!" Till resisted the urge to throw up, but the rest of the pack shared the same thought. "No way would a Rosenrot like Twilight! This chick is just some poser goth going clubbing. Pretty hot, though."

"Well, I'm no vampire. I'm Flake." The skinny one said, and you fought to steady your heartbeat. That was the name of the Daywalker! But if the Daywalker here looked just like Mr Lorenz....

Oh fuck.

You were living next door to a fucking vampire. And you couldn't let him know you knew that. And even worse? You'd just led him to believe you were flirting with him, in the hopes he'd abhor it.

*****

Mona looked around the club, and her eyes lit up when she saw tall, pale Leif.

"Come outside." He said, tugging her arm. "I have a surprise for you."

"Is it fun?" She asked.

"Oh , it's to die for..."

Chapter Text

Your eyes swept across the crowded club, looking for a way out, or trying to think up a plan. You had the whole Rammstein pack in the same room, so you could very easily just whip out Schneewittchen- but that would be defying orders. The Prioress had told you to target the new pack, not the Rammstein pack as they weren't anywhere near top priority. That being said, if one of them tried to take a nibble, you'd happily reduce them to a pile of ashes with your silver blades and holy water. The one with spiky black hair- Richard of Kruspe, that was his name- and the one with a tattoo on his neck were eyeing you too now, so you decided to decided to pull your trump card to get them away from you.

"Heya, handsome." You purred. Richard danced over to you, and although he looked young and incredibly, gothically, panty-ruiningly sexy, you could see through his glamour. All the Rammstein pack wore Glamours, and with the exception of Flake (who just looked a little pale and pointy-eared) you could see their more monstrous forms. A vampire's sexy appearance was an enchantment that hid their monstrous selves, and you could see Richard's greyish skin, red eyes and pointed ears. To humans, Till looked like some kind of sexy, pierced beefcake. But you could see his glowing fangs and red eyes, the old scar on his throat from the death goddess who was said to have made him, and anyone could see the tattoos on the backs of their hands.

"I'm Richard, who are you?" Kruspe smirked, eyeing you up like you were a cake in a bakery.

"Call me Lucy." You replied, using another fake name. "Look at me, I've only been here for five minutes and already I have two hot guys eyeing me!"

"How can I resist? You're absolutely delicious." Richard replied. You pretended to blush, and Flake glanced at Richard, sending him a little silent psychic message, unheard to you.

Don't even think about it. You've already fed today.

I can't help it Flocka, she smells so yummy. I won't bite! Just a quick fuck.

Reesh, we've got to keep a lower profile. Who knows if Rosenrot will show up because of the Leeches?

"Say, maybe we can ditch this club and go out for a late night treat." You mused.

"And what sort of treat is that?" Flake said.

Hopefully a piece of that ass! Till interrupted their thoughts.

Doughnut! She's mine!

"I was thinking Doner?" You mused. "It's my favourite food. Unless there's a different type of hot, tasty meat I'm yet to try."

Flake cringed at your cheesy porn dialogue, and turned his head. Absolute nope. He didn't want to fuck someone so vapid. But Richard seemed even more eager after hearing your dirty innuendo. Oh fuck, he could practically taste your blood, and his tongue swiped over his lips at the thought as his fangs slid free. He imagined you in his arms, whimpering and moaning in bliss as he drank from you, Paul drinking from the other side of your neck, and the other four pack members sucking from your wrists.

"Perhaps there is, Lucy. Hot, tasty meat just slathered in yoghurt sauce." He flirted.

"Or garlic sauce!" You added. "Seriously, like... I love garlic. I'm thinking of doing a garlic diet, you eat a bulb for breakfast for a week."

Richard's ears twitched in revulsion, and he barely choked back a gag. Garlic every day! Absolutely not! If it was just a clove every now and then he could easily handle that, but gulping down so much heavily garlic-laden blood would easily poison him.

"What's wrong?" You asked, acting all innocent.

"Um... I'm allergic. Guten nacht!" Richard announced, before dashing off.

Relieved to have the Rammstein vampires (Rammpires?) off your back for a bit, you decided to look for Mona. You knew that Rammstein were picky with what they ate, and looked for victims who were either into biting as a kink or made adjustments for their vampiric natures, so they'd be off you for tonight. But you'd have to be more careful in the future, make sure they didn't see you. You scanned the crowd for Mona, using your thermal vision, and to your horror you saw her with a seventh grey blob. But if you knew where all of Rammstein were... Shit!

***

"Leif, what's the rush?" Mona asked. She'd only gone to this club because it was trending, and now this tall blonde absolute hunk couldn't get his hands off her! He dragged her out the fire escape and into the dark alleyway, next to a couple of bins. He slammed her against the wall, and started to sniff her throat.

"Leif, you're hurting me!"

"Shut up, blood bag."

"What? That's mean." Leif stared down at Mona, and suddenly hissed, dropping his glamour. He had grey skin and a ridged forehead with huge fangs and glowing green eyes, and the Aussie screamed at the sight of him.

"Leif! Let me go!" But just then, out of nowhere, Leif buckled and howled in pain. A silver chain had wrapped around his throat, and he turned, to see you standing there in your red coat.

"Rosenrot!" He spat. "Run home and pray to that pathetic moon goddess, the teen mom and the whore! I shall drain this bitch's blood for Morta!"

"Already did. They said I should take out trash like you." You replied, yanking on Schneewittchen to throttle him. Leif roared and charged at you, and you acted fast. You kicked straight up, and the vampire screamed as the sharpened stake of your high heel punched straight through his throat, and sprouted out his mouth. Blood dribbled from his eyes as he crumbled into a pile of ashes, and Mona stared at you in shock.

"Rowan! You just killed him!"

You sprayed her with your memory loss spray, coiled up Schneewittchen, and scraped dead vampire off your shoe.

"I was never here, and you don't know me. If anyone asks, a stranger in a red coat saved you." You said, before turning and leaving into the night. You were sad to leave Mona, but you couldn't afford friends in this line of work. You'd only get them hurt.

***

Flake heard the screech of a dying vampire over the din of the music. Doom, Paul and Richard were still dancing, but he headed towards the fire escape where he'd heard the noise. It banged open, and Mona rushed back in.

"What's the hurry?" He asked.

"Leif just attacked me! But this... Stranger in a red coat saved me!" She said, looking panicked. Her huddle of friends came over to her, and Flake looked outside the door to see a pile of ashes.

"Fick!" He spat, turning around and looking for Till. The pack leader was with Ollie, and he had a woman in a short neon pink dress sitting in his lap.

"Till, we've got a problem." Flake said. The leader signed, and gestured for the woman to get off his lap.

"What is it, Flocka?" He glared.

"Rosenrot."

His red eyes went wide at this, and he turned to Ollie.

"Ollie, you don't think..."

"That chick in the red coat Reesh was flirting with?" The bearded vampire replied.

"The one who came onto me! It must've been an act!" Flake gasped. Till stood up, and clutched the Daywalker by the shoulders.

"Flake, you know what this means. That fucking leech vampire pack have just brought the worst possible people to Berlin."

"And Richard attempted to get into her knickers." Flake added, not to mention the fact that all of them were dancing whilst a Rosenrot slayed vampires just next door.

"What the fuck does she want with us? Vampire bodyguards? Insider secrets?!" Till spat.

"Maybe she wanted to size us up as threats." Ollie mused.

"Who knows what that Rosenrot schlampe is up to now?!" Till spat, his fangs glowing.

****

"Doner wrap with chips and garlic sauce?" The owner of Faldan's Doner called out. You walked up to the van's window, and took the bag from him.

"Hope you have had a good night, my friend!"

"It's been wonderful." You replied. "Absolutely killer." And you headed off into the dark.

Chapter Text

You got back to your apartment via the way you left, and flopped down on the sofa, putting your doner bag on the table. You breathed a sigh of relief, only to be interrupted by a loud knocking on the window. You jumped, before noticing it was a squat, grey gargoyle. The Priory used them for messaging, and you were familiar with this one. Lydia was a layabout and constantly hungry, but she made a good messenger so the Priory kept her around.

"Staked any yet?" She asked.

"Sssh! Keep your voice down!" You hissed. "But yeah, I've already got one."

"You'll need to keep it up. No way was that one the leader. Orders from the top are that you should use me as a lookout." Lydia said, squashing a bug on your windowsill and eating it.

"Could you keep lookout on the top of the Cathedral then?" You asked her.

"What's in it for me?"

"You can have my fries."

"Deal!" She took the bag of chips, and flapped out into the night. You closed the window and blinds, sighed, then went to run a bath. This wasn't going to be easy, as you had no clue how big the new pack was. You got into the hot water and laid back, staring at the ceiling. How were you supposed to track all those vampires? You'd have to just keep staking them when they showed up to feed, or else you'd never be able to keep up. A Slayer wouldn't be welcome in vampire-heavy spaces anyway....

But a familiar would!

"Eureka!" You exclaimed. Archimedes wasn't the only person to get good ideas in the bath, it seemed.

***

Till left the club in a rage, hissing and bearing his glowing fangs.

"A Rosenrot! This is the last fucking thing I need!" He spat. As if it wasn't enough that his creator, Morta, had sent a new vampire into his territory! Curse that fucking goddess! She was no mother to him, she... She was his torturer. She kept him imprisoned like a jailer, and nothing he did could break him away from her. Somedays, he felt like his skin was hers, and he hated how she had created him. All this fucking power, for what? Till screamed in rage and sunk his fangs into his tattooed arm, ripping at the flesh, only for it to start to heal instantly. He scratched at his face and yowled at the moon, before flopping against a wall, arms a savaged mess.

"Till!" Flake had heard him, and came walking up. "Till, I know this is bad news, but..."

"Flocka, shut up." Till hissed. "You don't know what it's like. My own mother wants me dead, gone. So she's sent a replacement, knowing it would drag a Rosenrot over to kill us." A melancholy look crossed Flake's face, and he reached out a hand. He loved Till, he truly did. And he only wanted to keep that wild, hedonistic, brutal night creature safe.

"Till, we'll protect you from the other pack as best we can. And Morta..."

"Flocka, I don't want to fucking hear it. You're almost practically human." He spat the word like it stung to say. "You don't even have any fucking powers! You're too chicken to feed on humans so just fucking... Leave me alone!"

***

Flake looked hurt, but said nothing as he turned and left. Schneider watched him go, and sighed.

"That was uncalled for, Tillchen. What if mortals heard you two? We can't draw attention to ourselves."

"Doom, can't you see I'm pissed?"

"Obviously. Till, please, we need to keep a low profile, what with the new clan and the Rosenrot. We can't go falling apart now. We're a six man marriage in a way, so please, work with us."

Till sighed, but he knew he'd been selfish. He turned into a bat and flew up to Flake, who was walking home (not enough power to transform whenever he wanted, so Flake rationed his flight).

"Flocka!" He called. "Flake, I'm sorry. Don't run off."

"It's fine, Till. I know I'm too human for vampires and too beast for humans. You don't have to mince words around me."

"I was still a fuckwit for snapping at you." Till replied. Flake gave a sad smile, and took Till's hand in his.

"You're my fuckwit." He said, kissing his cheek.

"And you're my Daywalker." Flake ran his hands along Till's scarred arms, hissing at the feeling of the bites, and the Daywalker bit into his own finger. As his blood fell on Till's skin, it healed the scars. Vampires could use their blood to heal the vampire who sired them, and Flake had wanted to be a doctor before he died. In a funny way, that dream had come true. The two undead kissed, and Till's eyes slid up to the moon.

"We've got a few hours before sunrise and you have to head back. How about we have some fun? Let me show you how sorry I am."

"Tillchen, you spoil me." Flake smirked, leading the older vampire into a cemetery. The two of them headed deep into the graves, before lying down on one of the oldest, darkest graves.

"Fuck me, Till..." Flake gasped. He undid his trousers and straddled Till, rubbing his hole all over the bulge in his leather pants. He squeezed Till's slight love handled and licked his face, desperate and needy.

"That's it, Flocka..." Till growled, lubricating two fingers and sliding them into him. He moaned as he was penetrated, and Till drizzled lube all over his dick. It was always hard to take someone as big and thick as Till, but Flake loved every inch. His own impressive erection bobbed between them as they fucked, and Till stroked it.

"Good boy, such a good boy for your sire." Flake groaned at these words, his head thrown back, and Till started to kiss up and down his throat. Flake was almost warm, like a human, not ice cold like Till was.

"Fuck, Till!"

"You like that? Course you do." Flake bit his lip with blunted fangs and groaned as he came, and Till gave a loud grunt as he spilled inside Flake.

"I get to fuck you next time." Flake joked as Till pulled out. "Promise?"

"Vampire's promise." And the two curled close on the gravestone.

***

The next day, in your civilian disguise, you headed down to the blood donation clinic. Vampires often hung around here after dark to dig for meals in the dumpster where they kept expired, biohazard blood, so a stakeout was a good plan. You peered round the back, and raised an eyebrow when you saw the Rammstein pack sigil scratched onto a dumpster. So, they'd claimed the expired blood from here as theirs- you'd have to keep an eye open. You headed into the clinic, gave your details, and soon you were hooked up to a machine and giving blood. Even now, you were on the hunt, keeping your eyes open for familiars. They'd often frequent blood donation clinics to get their platelets and blood sugar levels checked, and you saw two women leave a checkup room together as you were donating. One skinny, blonde and tattooed, one with brightly coloured curls- and both with little marks on their necks that weren't quite freckles to your keen eyes. Familiars, clear as day.

"So it all went well, Milla?"

"They say I'm all good, Caroline."

You made a note to tell Lydia to keep her eyes on those two, and lay back to keep giving blood. You were forming a plan, and these two familiars were absolutely key to it.

Chapter Text

The next day, you got a knock on your window. You looked up from cleaning and purifying Schneewittchen with selenite and holy water, and opened the window. Lydia clambered in, and brushed herself off.

"I've been spying all night, boss. That one with the spiky hair? He's got a familiar with all this dyed hair. She works at the big gallery."

"If I can get to her, I can get to him." You pondered. "Thanks for the intel, Lydia." You tossed her a cookie as thanks, and she gobbled it down.

"You know, I can't spy on six vamps at once." She said, sticking a finger up her flat, pug-like nose. "And why are you chasing after them? I thought your duty was to hunt down the new pack!"

"It is, Lydia." You replied, coiling up your silver chain. "I'm going to use the Ramm pack to hunt down the new vampires. If I can spy on them, I'll get their intel about the vampires of Berlin, and you just have to keep an eye on their whereabouts."

"You're insane, lady. I like it!" Lydia laughed. "And here I was, thinking you were going to use them as your hunting dogs."

The idea of Richard and Till on silver leashes attached to black leather collars sent a shiver up your spine, but you shook it away.

"Go keep an eye open for the other five tonight. Get a nap in the day on top of the cathedral, that's an order."

"Free cookies and sleeping on the job. Man, I love being a gargoyle." The statue said, opening your window and flapping off. You waved her goodbye, and went back to plotting. If somehow you could get all six of the Rammstein pack to take you in as a familiar without the others knowing, they'd feed you information on what they knew about the new pack (if they had any) to keep their lovely future blood bag safe. You could then feed the information back to the Priory, be safe in the knowledge that the most powerful pack in the city wouldn't be after you, and have more time to hunt the new pack. You could always keep coming up with excuses as to why they couldn't hunt you. Vampires didn't share much about their familiars to other vampires, even to other members of their pack, so you'd have anonymity. And if the new pack got worse? You could always take Lydia's advice and use the Rammstein boys as your hunting dogs. But before you did all that, you had to go and visit a certain gallery.

***

The gallery opened until 8pm, when night would fall, and you'd happily spent a few hours in there in your daytime disguise. You'd stopped in front of a huge modern painting, showing two people embracing- one grey with wild black hair, one with colourful hair and warm skin.

"Do you like that one? I actually did it myself." A voice said. You saw one of the two familiars you'd seen at the blood donation clinic walk up to you, her colourful curls bobbing.

"It's beautiful!" You said. "What was your inspiration?" You knew for sure that the picture was of Richard biting her, but you couldn't let on.

"I have a wonderful muse, let's say." She said. "I'm Milla, you are?"

"(Fake name)." You replied. You were in baggy jeans and a Buffy T-shirt, and Milla noticed Spike on it.

"I know, it's not the most intellectual thing." You said. "But I'd just love to hang out with a wild vampire, especially one with great hair."

"You like the spooky stuff too?" She asked. "So does Richard, he's the muse."

"I'd love to meet him." You said, eyes flashing purple. Your powers were growing as the sun set, and Milla pulled out her phone.

"What's your number?" She asked. You told her (you had several burner phones, bought specially for this) and she texted it to Richard. A new blood source for her boss? He'd absolutely reward her for this.

"He'll call you when he wants to meet up. He's a bit weird, so it may be like, at full moon?" She said nonchalantly. As if full moon wasn't the traditional time to make a new human into your familiar.

"Thanks, Milla!" You grinned, and the two of you hugged. "You've really done me a favour."

***

It was dark now, so you decided to play your "wounded gazelle" gambit and lure out any new vampires. You wanted to get a peek of their clan mark too, so you headed home through the park, shivering and hunched over. You had a vial of holy water in your necklace and a silver ring, more than enough to slay with. You were walking past a patch of brambles when you heard a rumbling growl, and saw a pair of green eyes peer out.

"Little human..." The voice snarled. A figure stepped out of the shadows, pale and bald and with huge fangs. It was emanciated and had a bat-like nose, and clearly hadn't fed in a while.

"Tasty little human, all alone in the dark. Mine all mine, to rip and tear, feast and rape, drain and devour!" The beast spat. You cowered in your boots, miming absolute terror, but if that beast knew what you really were, he'd be the one shivering. He reached out with clawed hands, one with a red fang-like mark on the back, and you screamed.

"Oh my god!" You squealed. "Someone, please, help me!"

Flake had been in the park, feeding on a rabbit in the bushes, when he heard your desperate yells. His ears perked up as he realised it was you, his neighbour.

"Y/n!" He gasped. You were being attacked! The new clan? Flake bolted out the bushes, face smeared in blood, and tackled the starving vampire who was bearing down on you.

"Well, if it isn't the runt of the litter." The vampire spat. Flake hissed, fully showing his fangs, and you fumbled under your t-shirt for the holy water vial.

"St-stay back!" You whimpered. The new vampire kicked Flake off with ease, ripping out a chunk of his hair, and charged at you again. You appeared to be flailing, but it was really drunken boxing, taught to you by a Shaolin nun. You threw the holy water into the mouth of the vampire, and it screamed in agony as blood gushed out it's mouth, it's organs dissolving. The fiend crawled towards you, and you backed up, until your back was against a fence.

"Holy water? You little shit!" The vampire spat. It lunged, and you ducked just in the nick of time. The vampire hit the fence behind you instead, one of the sharp upright stakes smashing through it's chest. The vampire screamed as it dissolved into ash, and you crawled away, in a noisy fit of tears.

****

"Wh-what was that?!" You wailed. You looked up to see Flake, and gasped.

"Y/n, it's ok. He's gone now." Flake said in a soothing voice, taking your hands in his.

"How do you know my name?" You asked. You looked into his gold eyes, and shivered.

"Your eyes... But you look so much like..." You gasped, and covered your throat with a hand (honestly, at the rate you were performing, you'd be in for an Oscar soon).

"Mr Lorenz?!" You whispered. "You look like him, but younger, and paler, and those eyes..."

"Y/n, you've had a big shock. You got lucky that the vampire didn't bite. If he did, there'd be a Rosenrot on the scene like flies on a corpse." He muttered, scooping you up into his skinny arms with ease.

"Are you a vampire too?" You whimpered, tears falling from your eyes. You'd scraped your knees in your "terrified human" act, and Flake could smell the hot, fresh blood oozing from them.

"Yes, but I don't eat people." He said, carrying you into the apartment. You shivered in his arms, covering your eyes.

"Mr Lorenz, I'm scared..."

"Call me Flake. If you're worried about those vampires, I could always put you under my protection."

"Huh?"

"Y/n, I could make you into my familiar." Flake said. "I'd have to feed from you at least three times a year, but me and my pack could protect you from this other, dangerous pack."

"Well... Ok." You sniffed. "If you'll look after me, Flake."

"Then it's a deal. How about we meet up on the full moon for the change?" He asked.

"Deal." You said.

"Oh, and Y/N? Don't go telling anyone I'm a daywalker vampire. Who knows if a Rosenrot is listening?"

"A what?" You asked, playing innocent.

"A s-l-a-y-e-r. Saying that word is taboo to us." Flake said, setting you down by your front door.

"Ok, I won't tell anyone. I won't let them know about what you are." You said.

"You want me to come in with you?" He asked as you opened the door.

"No thanks. I'll just go to bed, with a garlic bulb under my pillow. Night, Flake." You said, closing the door. Flake headed back out into the night, hoping that the shock from knowing he was a vampire would wear off soon. As for you? You'd just gotten two vampires in one night, and gained a new bit of info on the new clan! You pumped your fist in victory, then limped off to patch up your knees.

Chapter Text

"I've heard you're getting a new familiar, Reesh." Till and Richard were in the tower as the sun had just set, and Richard was texting you on his phone.

"Yeah, Milla recommended her to me. She seems like a good supply, so I'm going to turn her on the full moon."

"You know, we should all be getting new familiars." Till remarked, stretching out on top of his coffin. "We still don't know much about this new pack, so extra blood would do us good, keep our powers up." Just then, there was a knock at the door. Richard opened it to see Flake there, and welcomed him in.

"Any news, Flocka?" Till called.

"I've got a new familiar. Sort of had to make her one after she was attacked."

"Fuck, was it the new clan?" Richard asked.

"Yeah. They've got these red fang marks on the backs of their hands."

"Ooh, bloody fangs. How fucking original." Till sneered. "But good on you for getting yourself a familiar, Flake. You need all the extra blood you can get."

"I said she was under my protection, I'll only feed when I need to." He said. Till sniffed Flake's neck, and gave a soft, shuddering moan.

"Oh Flocka... Is she the new neighbour?"

"She is, Tillchen. She smells so good! And she's such a shrinking violet, she was absolute vampire chow that night in the park. It was good that she had a holy pendant with her, or else she'd be another corpse."

"Wait, she killed the vampire?" Richard asked.

"We can't kill other vamps. That thing was starving, so she got lucky." Flake explained, digging in the fridge for a bottle of cow's blood.

"If she smells so good, she'll be a walking honeypot. Flocka, you should really let me take her on as my familiar. I'm more powerful, and I could keep her safe." Till smirked. "Not to mention that she'd probably have such a nice, tight cunt. As the most powerful, I'm obviously getting dibs on her soft little muschi. I might even let you fuck her somet..." Suddenly, Flake gave a loud hiss, and shot across the room. He grabbed Till by the throat with a clawed hand and hissed as loud as possible, sliding his fangs out and making his golden eyes glow.

"Don't you fucking dare. She's mine! Every last drop of her is mine!" He snarled. "Go feed on your prostitutes and ravers, but Y/N is mine, Till, mine to feed on! Every last drop of her blood is for me, and I'll lock you in a sunbed if you dare go near her! Let me have just one thing for myself for once!" He snarled.

"Flake! Easy!" Schneider called out. "Look, we should all get different familiars, and not tell the others about them so we don't get jealous and try to feed on each other's. On full moon, we all meet up, and then we all take first feed together."

Flake was still pissed off, but he let go of Till.

"I can do that." He said.

"Same here." Richard added.

"I suppose Doom's right." Till sighed. "But fuck, Flake... Where did that rage come from? You must really be craving her blood."

"Flocka, we've got to feed on humans..." Schneider started.

"Look, I know we need to feed on them, I just don't like doing it. I want to savour Y/N, you know? I know I have power I don't even know about because of how much I ration my feeds..."

"You walked because you don't have enough power left to turn into a bat, do you?" Till asked. Flake just nodded, and Till took his hand in his.

"I promise, I won't get bitey around Y/N. She's all yours, Flake."

"Deal." He replied, and went back to his cow's blood.

"All of you, by full moon, make sure you have a new familiar! We're going to need all the blood we can get with this new pack! Make sure you keep your familiars safe, and tell them any information you know about this bloody fang pack." Till announced, fangs glowing. And none of the vampires noticed it, but Lydia grinned at what she'd heard, and fluttered away to find you.

***

"So you're telling me that they're going to be feeding any info they have on this new pack to their familiars?" You said, as Lydia had just found you slaying one of the bloody fangs. You'd throttled her with Schneewittchen and broken her neck, dissolving her to dust.

"Sure hope they are. I can't spy on six vampires at once!" She remarked. You tossed her a bag of pork scratchings as payment, and she chowed down. Her idea of you using them as hunting dogs to hunt the new pack was appealing, but you couldn't! Spying on the pack as a familiar was one thing, but using them would be an alliance! You'd put yourself in debt to them! The Prioress had approved of your idea to obtain information from them, but you knew she'd go spare if you were allying yourself with them. You weren't expecting Flake to have shown up last night, but you were glad he did, as you'd gotten another informant. You'd have to be careful though, as letting it slip that you were a slayer would be deadly to you.

"Any other news?" You asked Lydia.

"Ollie's going to feed from the slaughterhouse tomorrow." She said. "I heard him talking about it when him and Doom were patrolling to keep an eye out for bloody fangs." You suddenly had an idea, and opened up a temp agency website on your phone.

"Lydia? Looks like I'm going to be going to work tomorrow." You said, noticing that they needed a worker for tomorrow's shift.

Chapter Text

You arrived at the slaughterhouse the next day, in your daytime disguise.

"I'm the temp you hired." You said to the receptionist, who buzzed you in. The manager greeted you there, and handed you a uniform, gloves, a face mask and a hairnet.

"You'll be working until 8." He said as he led you into the chilled basement. You were glad that you wouldn't be slaughtering the actual animals, as you'd rather be slaying vampires. The manager led you to a conveyor belt where several people were standing, and plucked chickens were trundling along.

"If any are too manky, pull them off, and put them in this bucket." He said. "At the end of the day, we'll go through these and see if any can be used for pet food. The ones that don't pass need to be taken to the dumpster, that's the blue one. The red one is for blood."

"Gotcha." You said, and he left you to it. The radio buzzed overhead, and you listened to Nena sing about red balloons as you stared down at the chickens trundling past.

After hours of work, the buzzer went off, signalling that it was the end of the day. You chucked one last chicken in the bucket, and walked over to the end of the conveyor belt, where another worker had been dividing the chickens into "salvageable" and "dumpster fillers."

"The rotten ones are in that sack." He said, pointing to a blue canvas bag, like the big IKEA ones. You thanked him and hefted the bag, carrying it out to the dumpster. As you dropped it in, your eyes slid over to the red bin, inscribed with the R+ sigil on the side. It was already dark, so after you got changed and clocked out (your money would be wired over tomorrow) you made as if you were heading to the train station to head home, but slid back. You crept into he shadows of the yard where the dumpsters were, noting the broken security camera, and lit a cigarette. It was just a waiting game... Lydia had told you that one was coming tonight...

Out of the shadows flapped a bat, and you snuffed out your cigarette. You'd only had it to give the illusion you were on a smoke break, anyway. You saw a tall figure slip from the shadows, and you hid behind one of the dumpsters as he opened the red one, and dipped his hand in. The vampire was tall and wore a black hood, and you gave a deliberate gasp as you saw him slurp down cow's blood.

"Who's there?" He hissed, whipping around. Your eyes widened as he darted out and grabbed your throat with a bloody hand, marked with the R+ sigil. Just in case, you were wearing brown contact lenses- couldn't let vampires see your purple eyes. You knew that this one was Oliver, and he was apparently the most brutal, if the Priory's records were true.

"What did you see?" He hissed, letting his fangs slide out. Your lower lip wobbled, and you burst into tears.

"P-please! I won't tell anyone!" You blubbered, letting snot dribble out your nose. He grimaced af this, and dropped you.

"I can't let you live if you've seen me feed. My existence has to be kept a secret from mortals." He sniffed.

"Please don't kill me! I'll... I'll do anything!" You blubbered. Ollie was reminded of last night, talking about finding new familiars, and it was like a light bulb went off over his head.

"I won't kill you, human. I'll make you into my familiar." He said, running a clawed finger under your chin. He pulled your phone out your pocket (one of your burners) and jammed his number in.

"Message me the day before full moon. We'll arrange where to meet then. If you don't, you're dead." He stated, before pulling his hood up and turning into a bat again, disappearing into the darkness. You shuddered and whimpered as you headed to the train station, but you were laughing when you got home. He'd fallen for it! You now had three vampires, half the fucking pack! You snuck past Flake's door, as you didn't know if he was in, and locked the door to your flat behind you. You'd have to snag the other three now, but you had a plan...

***

Lydia had been spying on the pack last night, so she'd informed you that Paul was going to feed from behind the hospital tonight. You'd been patrolling last night, keeping an eye open for bloody fangs, but you'd not seen any. In your human disguise again, you headed down to the hospital after sunset, when you heard a dog yapping.

"Look, Minni's excited to see her Vati, Paul."

"Could you give her a biscuit? We can't have her barking, she could alert a mortal to where we..."

You walked down the alleyway just then, to see Paul and Caroline scooping blood out the dumpster and pouring it into bottles.

"Oh!" You gasped, but Paul glided up to you, and grasped your shoulder.

"Well well. Look what we have here, Caroline. A mortal!" He smirked, showing his fangs. You shrank back, eyes sliding to the bottled blood

"That's right. I was going to drink it. Scared?" He asked with a smirk.

"N-no... I'm not scared of you two vampires..." You replied, shaking. You knew that Caroline was a familiar and not a vampire, but you couldn't let them know that you could tell the difference.

"Oh, I'm not vampire, girl." Caroline replied. "I'm his familiar."

"I feed from her, because she's so tasty." Paul said, running his fingers down your arms. "I wonder, are you tasty too?" You gave a soft squeak, and he immediately pulled his hands back.

"There's some dangerous vampires out here." Caroline said. "I'm glad I'm Paul's familiar, because he'll keep me safe."

"There's been so many strange deaths recently..." You muttered. "Would being a familiar keep me safe?"

"I'd protect you with all my strength, if it means I get to feed." Paul replied. "So, what do you say, human? Feel like becoming my familiar?"

"Yessir!" You gasped, keeping up the illusion you were terrified. He scribbled his number on a scrap of paper, and passed it to you.

"Message me before full moon, I'll turn you then." He jokingly gave a hissy, and you sprinted out the alleyway as he laughed.

"Oh Paul, that's mean." Caroline giggled.

"I know. But if she was secretly Rosenrot, she'd have staked me for that. So it's worth a shot."

"Her? Oh Paulchen, no way is that girl capable of anything like that!" Paul laughed, and kissed his familiar on the cheek as you ran from them.

****

You headed through the dark streets of Berlin, past an impressive cathedral. Lydia had filled you in via text that Schneider frequented this church after hours, so you dropped in, keeping your footsteps quiet. It was a huge, gothic cathedral, the insides full of marble pillars, golden decorations and huge, painted ceilings. Dark wood pews sat in lines, and Schneider sat at the front, head bowed and hair curtaining his face.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You said, sitting next to him. You noticed how stiff he was, his hands in tight fists, a tear of blood falling from his eye. Consecrated ground hurt, but he'd be damned if he didn't go to church once a week. Those bishops who'd had him killed for feeding the poor and hungry and wanting to help plague victims hadn't seen him as a Christian, so he was determined to prove them wrong. He did believe. Even if that belief burnt his eyes and stung his flesh, Doom was determined to believe in Christianity. Maybe it was his remaining humanity clinging on. Or maybe he just didn't want the bishops to be right, that he was an ungodly monster.

"Oh!" You gasped, seeing his tear. You passed him a tissue, and Doom glanced at you to see a shy girl in glasses and a big sweater. He accepted your hankie, and wiped the bloody tears from his face.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked.

"Scared of what? You look strange, but that's no sin. I just want to be charitable for you." You said.

"You should stay away. I... I don't want to be tempted by your blood. I'm a monster, girl, a vampire." Schneider hissed. He wanted you to run away, didn't want to be found drinking the blood of an innocent woman like you, prove them all right...

"If you drank from me, you wouldn't be tempted to attack people, would you?" You said, acting sweet and kind. Doom's eyebrows raised, and he turned to face you.

"If you were a familiar... Then yes. If we meet at full moon, I can claim you as my own."

"Here's my number." You said, passing it to him. "I didn't know vampires were real, but you poor things... Hopefully my charity can help you." And you left the church, feeling the eyes of the statues of Mother Mary and Magdalena on you.

"Relax, ladies, it's all part of a bigger plan." You said under your breath, trying not to smirk at having gotten five vampires under your belt. Once you got Till, the leader, they'd funnel all their information to you to keep their future little bloodbag safe. And that promise made it worth all the acting as a sweet little lady who couldn't say boo to a goose, when you were so desperate to just whip out Schneewittchen and get the information out of them the hard way. But a Slayer values secrecy, so you headed back to your apartment as just another human face in the crowd.

Chapter Text

You'd been slaying last night, but you weren't any closer to the leader of the red fangs. You'd figured out that you should hang around popular tourist sites to slay any potential vampires who came to feed off drunk humans. You'd taken out two more bloody fangs but you didn't yet know exactly where they were coming from. However, you were getting a constant feed of information from your vampires, letting you figure out where to go to slay.

"Stay away from the red light district." Paul would text you. "Sighted a possible bloody fang there." So good little human you would say she would stay home, and your slayer self would go out and whet her blades. You were actually glad you were getting closer to them like this, as not only did you get info on the vampire packs, you were actually a little aroused by them all. You'd never tell the priory, but you found all six vampires to be very sexy. Still, you were here to slay, not to flirt. So you kept your crush on the back burner. You couldn't allow pathetic human feelings in the way of your quest for knowledge and slaying the bloody fangs pack!

The afternoon after that slay, Flake knocked on your door, still in his older daytime self.

"Y/N, I was wondering, would you like to go clubbing with me tonight?" He asked. "My sire wants to meet you."

"Um... Ok!" You said. "Can he go out in the daytime too?"

"No, only I can. I'm a Daywalker, we're very rare. Y/N, I won't let him bite you, ok?" Flake reassured you. "And if he likes you, he'll want to keep you safe too."

More potential information, huh? You smiled, and nodded.

"Ok, Flake. Knock on my door at nine and we can head out." You said. He nodded and headed back to his coffin, and you smirked as he left. You'd be meeting the big guy himself! You winced slightly as you headed back to the living room, as your period had shown up yesterday. You were on the pill, but you still bled. Still, you didn't complain- vampires loved the stuff. Made it easier to lure them in. Catch anyone staring at you and sniffing hungrily? Say hi to the stake!

"Can't believe that you're getting smarts off a pack of vampires." Lydia exclaimed, cleaning her claws with a butter knife.

"Any information on this new pack is good information." You replied, tossing her a cookie to keep her from chewing the curtains out of hunger.

***

That night, you put in your contacts and put your wig and makeup on, then changed into a short, glittery pink dress and a pair of chunky silver boots. You added a touch of baby pink to your lips and some shimmer to your eyelids, a world away from your daytime beige or your slayer's coat of red. You heard the knock at your door, and opened it to see Flake there. He was younger again as it was nighttime, but not as young as he could be. He hadn't fed from a human in months, meaning that eventually his nighttime self would resemble his daytime self. He currently looked about 45, and wore a long silver coat, denim hot pants, a black off-the-shoulder top and sunglasses.

"Promise not to freak out when you see my sire?" He asked.

"I promise." You said, twirling a lock of hair with a manicures nail. A black bat flapped into the hallway, and turned into Till. You pretended to be shocked, as Till was freaky with his pale skin and hair, and dark eyes. Even the pink fluffy jacket he wore over his kinky black leather bodysuit didn't distract from how scary he was.

"Um... Hi." You squeaked.

"Relax, I don't bite." He smirked. He had no clue that you were the slayer, so you decided to play it meek.

"Um... I'm Y/n... I'm Flake's familiar..." You muttered. You gave your real name, as you'd given fake names to all the others.

"Ready to head out?" Till asked, adjusting his jacket. "Flake, you need to feed soon. You're getting really old."

"I'm not that old. I'll last until full moon." He snarked back.

"Let me just get my bag." You said, turning and bending to pick up your pink purse. Neither of the vampires had been invited in and Till's eyes widened as you bent over, flashing your panties to both of them.

"Scheiße, Flake! You picked a hot one!" He thought telepathically.

"She's MINE." Flake hissed back. He sniffed the air, and the vampire's pointed ears twitched at what he smelled.

"Fick much, Till... She's on her period."

"Just a nibble?"

"Nein! She's all mine! Especially now that she's menstruating!"

"Boys?" You asked, as you couldn't hear their telepathic chats. You'd just been watching them stare at each other for a few minutes.

"Right, we should head out." Flake muttered, adjusting his coat. He put a hand around your waist, Till put his arm around the other side, and the three of you stepped out into the night.

***

The club was hot and dark, but there weren't too many people. It was pretty exclusive, but when the doorman had seen Till, he had gulped and immediately let you all in. Flake danced like an absolute maniac, writhing and jerking around, and Till headbanged whilst smashing his knees. You sipped a mocktail and danced between the two of them, making sure to wiggle your hips.

"I see you staring." You teased, winking at Flake. I mean, why not wind him up? Get him addicted to you? He'd be even more eager to keep his little innocent human safe that way- as if you hadn't injected holy water into a vampire you'd spotted an hour ago, after following her into the ladies' bathroom and cornering her with a silver needle.

"How could I not?" Flake remarked. Till was staring too, and you gave a girlish giggle.

"How about we get a private room? I wanna play with you, Flocka... And Till? He can watch." The two of them exchanged looks, talked to the bartended, and five minutes later you were in a private booth upstairs, with a big purple couch, a door between you and the rest of the club, and a bottle of jäg on ice.

Your priory didn't have a chastity vow. You were devoted to slaying vampires by any means necessary, and if that meant sleeping with one to get information about a far more dangerous one, so be it. Till thought with his cock, that was obvious. So why not give him some food for thought? Might convince his pack to prioritise keeping their "new familiars" safe.

"Let's be real. We all know what I want here." You said, sitting on Flake's lap. You kissed his cold lips, and you couldn't lie, you actually liked it. Deep down, you wanted to fuck this vampire, and maybe his whole pack too. They were sweet forbidden fruit, and you wanted to make those bloodsuckers beg for an orgasm from the hands of a dreaded rosenrot. His tongue pressed onto yours, and your eyes slid over to Till.

"Flocka... How about we give Till a little show? I'm all yours to feed on, but we should still thank your sure, don't you think?" You asked, rutting on his lap. His hands grabbed you by the waist, and with inhuman strength, Flake lifted you and lay you on the table.

"Please let me lick you..." He begged, looking like a kicked puppy. "I won't bite, but just a lick, please! A taste of your nectar!"

"You're so cute when you ask nicely." You giggled.

"Fuck, this is hot..." Till growled, undoing his fly. He wouldn't try and fuck another vampire's familiar before she was claimed, but he was just so horny at the sight of the two of you. Till's cock sprang out from his fly, a thick, pulsing, pierced length of fuckmeat, and your eyes widened.

"I'm glad that's not going in me tonight. I haven't had sex in a while, and that massive cock of yours would be a pretty tight fit!" You cooed, deliberately winding Till up. Flake dropped to his knees and pressed his nose to your crotch, breathing in deeply and pleading.

"Y/n, pleeeease... I can't go in without permission." He begged. You patted his head, pulled down your panties, then clenched your legs together shyly.

"Promise you won't bite?" You asked, faking shyness.

"I swear. Neither of us will bite, won't we?" Flake said, glancing at Till.

"Neither of us." He replied. You lay back on the table and opened your legs, pulling out your mooncup. Flake moaned, and immediately buried his face in your cunt. He licked up your blood hungrily, and you moaned, stifling your gasps with your hand. Till grunted as he beat his cock, and your eyes widened as you saw the effect your blood was having on Flake. He was getting younger and younger, hair getting longer and skin losing lines, and suddenly the vampire before you was only in his late twenties. You gasped as he fucked you with his tongue, hungry for your pussy, and slurped on your clit.

"Flake, oh fuck, I need your cock in me!" You wailed. "I'm on the pill... Please!" You were truly horny and needy for him, wanting him to fuck you hard. Yet still, you played the role of an ordinary human, couldn't let him know what you truly were.

"I couldn't even get you pregnant if I tried. And diseases revile me." The vampire reassured you, before dropping his shorts. You gasped at what you saw, as Flake was absolutely huge. Longer than Till, yet skinnier, and very sparse body hair. You bent over the table and wiggled your arse at him, before slapping it cheekily.

"Come on in." You smirked, and Flake gripped you by the hips as he aligned himself with your pussy. He was used to being the one who was bent over and fucked, so thrusting his cock into your tight, wet heat was heaven to him. Till gave a needy whine, and Flake pulled you up so you were kneeling, and he got a good view of Flake's dick thrusting in and out of your bloody pussy.

"Flake, please...." He begged. "Touch me... Or y/n, just bend forward and suck me!"

"Aw, but I'm not your familiar. It wouldn't be right for you to cum in someone else's familiar before I've been properly claimed."

"Sit and watch, Tillchen." Flake hissed, his eyes flashing gold. "Watch me fuck this delicious mortal and know you'll never get to fuck her as good as I'm fucking her right now." You moaned, and wiggled your hips.

"Don't worry, Till, I'll give you a little treat afterwards." You winked, before giving a loud moan as Flake thrusted harder. You didn't know a guy so skinny could be so fierce in bed! The booth had mirrored walls, so it looked like your pussy was clenching around nothing, an invisible cock streaked with your arousal and your blood.

"Flake, please... I want you to cream pie me." You begged, writhing like a snake. Flake grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, and despite your arousal, you fought down a shudder. He was a bloodsucker, a filthy strigoi! But fuck, you couldn't lie, he was hot like this. If the Rammstein pack all wore muzzles, you'd happily fuck them all at once. But for now, you just moaned loudly. Flake's thrusts became erratic, and he groaned loudly as the two of you came at the same time. He pumped thick ropes of cum into you, before pulling out, and you twitched with bliss.

"That felt so good..." You moaned, watching Till cum all over his black leather. You crawled over the table to him, and bent over again.

"I promised you a treat. How about you lick me clean so I can put my panties back on?" You asked. Your spent pussy was leaking a mix of cum and period blood, meddling together from your fucking so it was pinkish. Till smirked, and immediately began to lick you clean, his piercings pressing into your sensitive pussy.

"I can't wait for the full moon. Y/N, the Rammstein pack is going to do anything to keep you and our other familiars safe." Flake said, kissing your forehead.

Good, very good You smirked internally. But for now, you just blushed and gasped, as Till slurped the cummy mess from your pussy.

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The day before full moon came, and on all your burner phones, you got the same message.

"Meet me at the old abandoned Mercedes warehouse on the city outskirts. Don't tell anyone, be a good familiar."

"Oh, I'll be very good." You smirked, before turning to your altar and lighting some incense for Devana. Tonight was the night! Although the pack had fed you information on where they'd spotted bloody fangs, they didn't track them, as vampires couldn't slay other vampires. It went against the ancient laws, and would bring down the wrath of Morta. You knew exactly what you must do tonight, and you'd bought six silver collars just for it. You were going to make these six vampires into your hunting hounds, just like how Devana hunted with her sacred sighthounds. Dogs had always trusted you, so you'd happily train the six vampires into your hunting pack. They were shape shifters anyway, so you wouldn't just have hounds, you'd have wolves! Anything to properly track down the leaders of the Bloody Fangs, and make them pay.

"Prioress said you shouldn't make friends with vampires." Lydia snarked as you poured out a devotion of wine to Devana.

"They're not my friends, they're my hounds." You said. "More like my pets."

"Kinky! I respect it." The gargoyle replied, crunching down on the empty wine bottle.

***

Night fell, and the full moon rose. As was typical on full moon, you could feel your power grow, just bursting at the seams. You changed into huntress gear, pulling on a wig and mundane coat over it, and set off to the outskirts of the city. You took the U-bahn, and walked into the warehouse, acting shy and meek. You could see the grey blobs on the ceiling, as the Rammstein pack were dangling from the girders by their feet like bats. The whole warehouse was lit up with candles, leaving lots of dark shadows. You hid behind a crate when you saw them, yelping.

"Come out come out, little familiar." Till crooned, hovering down to the ground. The rest of his pack followed him, and you peeked out from over the top of the crate.

"Well, that's one of five familiars." Paul said. "We are going to fucking feast tonight!" You mentally cursed his good looks, as his vampiric ways disgusted you.

"Wait... Y/n? That you?" Flake called.

"Who's y/n? That's obviously the girl I met in church." Schneider said.

"Church? That's the chick I saw at the blood bank!" Paul exclaimed.

"I was under the impression she was my familiar." Ollie remarked. You stepped out from behind the crate, and everyone gasped.

"They're all the same girl!" Till frowned. "But why?"

***

He was so hungry, ever since he had crawled out the morgue. He could hear Mother Morta's voice in his head, angry at how her son Till had betrayed her. Not killing humans? Pathetic!

"I can sense Till is near... in the warehouse. Call your whole pack and send them in for the kill. I'll lift the laws just for you, my beautiful bloodsuckers." Mother Morta said in his head. The vampire smirked, and hissed, calling his brethren to the feed.

***

"What the fuck? We've all chosen the same woman as a familiar?" Richard said, lighting a cigarette. "But she sent different replies to all our texts!" The six vampires looked at you, still in their mortal glamours, no red eyes or grey skin to be seen.

"Unless she's got multiple phones..." Ollie said.

"Y/N, I'm not mad. I just need to know, why did you seek out all six of us? Were you worried that a Daywalker couldn't keep you safe so you needed the whole pack?" Flake asked. You acted shy, looking down at your boots (uggs, hiding your slayer's boots.)

"Well... You see..." You stuttered, when you saw a flash of grey behind Till. It wasn't just a flash, it was a whole swarm! Your eyes flashed purple due to your heat vision, and you tore open your coat and kicked off your uggs as the first Bloody Fangs crashed through the windows. You grabbed Schneewittchen, and in one swing of your meteor hammer, you smashed open the head of the first vampire.

"What the fuck?" Paul hissed, his glamour dropping. The six pack members dropped their glamours in shock as you swung your silver chain, using it as a flail and meteor hammer as you ploughed down vampire after vampire.

She's a fucking Rosenrot! Why didn't any of you see it?" Till shrieked.

"Why isn't she slaying us?" Doom wondered, as you staked a bloody fang and kicked another on the jaw.

"Slaughter the Rammstein pack! Glory to Morta!" A vampire hissed. Richard turned to Till, and the two of them gulped.

"Donut, what exactly do the ancient laws say?"

"No vampire may kill another... Without the blessing of Morta."

"Then we'll just have to maim these ones and leave it to y/n." Ollie spat, drawing his claws.

You had just parkoured up a steel pillar and staked a vampire from above, before slashing at another with your blades when you saw Richard glide up to the girder you were fighting on. You braced for a battle, when he just punched one of the bloody fangs in the face, knocking it out. You staked it with your heels, and glanced at him, confused.

"They want to kill me too." He shrugged. You just tossed your hair, as the other five members of the pack ran this way and that, staking vampires with ease. You swung down from the girder on your chain, tossed holy water on the nearest bloodsucker, when you felt a sudden surge of power. There were so many bloody fangs, dozens and dozens! Would you be able to keep up? The full moon shone brightly through one of the windows on the warehouse, and you were bathed in silver light. You clenched Schneewittchen, time seemed to slow down- and you surged forward, silver moonlight reflecting off all your jewellery and weapons. Vampire after vampire shrieked as the light hit them, and you slayed them easily, cutting them down like a reaper cutting down corn. You tore through the warehouse and screeched to a stop as the moonlight faded, just to notice that you'd slayed every bloody fang in the building!

***

"Not bad, Rosenrot." Till smirked, clapping as he walked towards you. You clenched your meteor hammer, head still reeling from what you'd just done. How had that happened? Nobody had said anything about Slayers being able to do that before!

"How very clever, the little human played a trick on us." Richard laughed. "Tell me, why are you here? For the Bloody Fangs? Or for us?"

"Maybe she's got a crush on us, Reesh." Paul laughed. You sniffed, determined not to be fazed by them.

"Till's the one with a crush." You laughed. "Remember that night in the club? You were all "Oh please, mortal, let me take a sip! Please, slayer, let me lick your bloody cunt!" You mocked. Till hissed at this, and Flake just sighed.

"I should've known someone so meek had a secret. Of course, you're a fucking Rosenrot."

"A Rosenrot you fucked, beanpole." You jibed back. He hissed, bearing his fangs, but you just clenched Schneewittchen. The six vampires seemed too scared to attack, you could work with that.

"Unless we've killed the whole pack there and then, I'll need some hunting hounds to track down the leader of the Bloody Fangs." You said, producing one of your silver collars. "Be my hounds, hunt the leader down, and I'll grant you immunity from the huntresses."

"You want us as your pets?" Till spat. "We are far more powerful than you think, human." He spread his arms, letting live eels burst from his flesh, and he spat flames.

"That's flash, but you don't scare me, Lindemann. Cunt licker." You snapped. Till snarled at you using that nickname, and Richard circled you like a shark, running a finger through your hair.

"We all have powers, Y/N. Flight, transformation, strength- we all have those. But some of us have individual powers. Till has his flames, Flake is a daywalker, Doom can resist holy ground for a while, and Paul can shadow travel. Mine's glamour- I'm like an incubus, naturally seductive." He purred.

"So you're a man whore. Big whoop." You spat. "Is everyone here desperate to eat me out or something?"

"Enough about sex!" Doom spat. "You're playing a dangerous game, Rosenrot. We want to know who you're working for."

"As I'd I'd ever tell you." You spat, backing off. "And where's the tall one?"

"Oh, almost forgot!" Paul laughed. "His power is invisibility."

"What?" You gasped. But just then, you felt an invisible hand grasp your shoulder from behind, and a rag full of chloroform was stuffed onto your face.

***

You came to groggily, in a strange room. You were lying on a four-poster bed, and you gasped when you realised you were wearing a huge red ball gown. Where were you? Why weren't there any windows? And why were you in this dress? You could hear organ music, despite the concrete walls and floor (richly decorated in this room). You ran out the door and down the concrete stairs, into another round, windowless room. Flake was playing the organ at the other end of the room, flames huffing out the pipes, and the other five members sat at a long table, decorated with wine glasses and shing platters. They were all in ballgowns too, and antique weapons lined the wall.

"Ah, Y/N." Till smirked. "You're just in time for dinner..."

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You immediately reached for Schneewittchen, only to find nothing. Damn! They'd taken your weapons!

"Looking for this?" Till taunted, picking up your silver chain with a gloved hand. He was in a long black ballgown with fishnet sleeves and a corset. "We had to take your toys away because you weren't playing nicely, Rosenrot. So sit down and we won't have to do this the hard way.

"It was my idea to change your clothes. That jacket and those boots were covered in silver accessories." Doom remarked, in his slinky black dress. "And there's nowhere to hide a weapon on that red ballgown." It was true, although you still had your old underwear on thankfully, you'd been placed in the low cut long dress and a dainty pair of black kitten heels.

"I don't need a weapon to fight." You glared. "I snared you all in so I could have a set of hunting hounds for..."

"Finding the leader of the Bloody Fangs? How quaint. You haven't made any progress in finding them yet, the bloodsuckers just won't tell you. So you're just running around staking strigoi. Typical stupid Rosenrot." Ollie sighed. He wore a long white fishtail dress, smeared with blood

"You're going to tell us who sent you here, and why you're focusing on us to be your hounds." Richard said. He was in a long red dress with a big skirt and no sleeves, all shredded and distressed-looking. "But we're not animals, so let's do this over dinner. Flake!"

You grimaced, but you didn't have a choice. You sat down at the empty space at the table, eyeing your steak knife. Could it possibly...

"Before you ask, there's no silver in here." Till said. "Just stainless steel that resembles it." Flake placed a covered platter in front of you and filled your crystal wineglass with red wine, before taking the cover off and serving all the other people at the table. On the plate lay a large, rare steak. The others had bloody steaks, and Flake took the seat next to Till, at the head of the table. He was in a silver long sleeved dress with a short skirt, and silver mesh details. You noticed that the Daywalker was gagged with a ball gag, and Till saw you staring.

"He let me down. Didn't sniff out a slayer living next door! So I've had the runt gagged for tonight's entertainment. Which, funnily enough, is also how we're going to get information out of you.

"Little runts don't deserve a sweet sip of Rosenrot blood." Richard smirked. Your aforementioned blood ran cold at this, and you jumped out of your seat in shock.

"You fucking..." You started, before Ollie grabbed you by the arm. He was wearing gloves, and him and Doom tied Schneewittchen around your ankles, the chain looping around your dress. They flipped you upside down and dangled you from a strong hook on the ceiling, looping the other end of the silver chain around your wrists, behind your back.

"Hey, let me go! Fucking bloodsuckers!" You yelled.

"We'll install a spile in your jugular and treat you like a tap. Never taking more than can be restored, and drinking freely from our on-tap Rosenrot until you cave and tell us who sent you." Till smirked. "I've been alive hundreds of years and yet you slayers always evade me! But that won't be for much longer!"

"You're a monster!" You cried.

"Nein, I'm just hungry. Starving, and the scent of you drives me mad. You smell so good!" Till hissed, fangs sliding out.

"You played games with us. It's only fair we get to play with you. Oh relax, we wouldn't fuck you like this!" Paul laughed. He wore a dress just like Richard's, but in grey. Your eyes grew wide as you saw the spile, and you started to thrash in your bonds. Tied up with your own weapon! The shame!

***

"Y/N, girl, listen to me. There's a way out." You heard a voice in your mind say.

"What?"

"Grab the end of your chain by your left hand and pull it. The whole thing will become undone. But do it quickly! You've got to save us!"

"Wait, who are you? Lady Devana?" You thought, but the voice was gone. Till approached with the spile, and you kept up your "terrified mortal lady" act before suddenly dropping it, and smirking wickedly. There was a flash of silver light as you escaped your chain and grabbed it as your weapon, your dress turning from red to white. What was all that about? But you could figure that out later, you had a vampire to fight now!

"Should've tied me up better." You teased, before yanking yourself out your bonds and flipping round so you were standing up. You slashed your skirt with the blade end of the chain so it was shorter, and charged at Till with a furious yell.

"Strigoi!" You yelled. "You WILL be my hunting hounds! Unless you want me to tell my superiors what you were planning to do to me!"

"Is that all you can do? Tattle?" Till replied, slashing back at you. The two of you sparred on the table, you jumping over side attacks from the other vampires and swinging from the chandelier as you slashed at Till with Schneewittchen. You blocked his lunges with your chain, and spun it, wrapping it around his neck. Till gave a loud hiss and dropped to his knees on the table, and you strutted forward. The rest of the pack hissed, even Flake, and you just giggled.

"Neither of us like the Bloody Fangs. If you obey me and work as my tracking hounds, I'll not only let your sire live, I'll grant you immunity from my band of slayers if we are to fully defeat the lack. And if you don't? Till loses his head." Till hissed and shrieked, changing forms- a flock of eels, a slathering white wolf- but your chain hung on tight.

"It's your choice..." You teased, before Till was the first to crumble.

"Fine! I fold!" You loosened the chain and he collapsed, gasping at the burns from the silver around his neck.

"Someone bring the collars I had with me." You said. Richard scurried off and came back with a box that had the rest of your stuff in, and you collared all six of the vampires, before cutting off Flake's gag.

"From now on, I'm in charge. You're all equally below me." You said. You sat down at the head of the table, pulled your rare steak over to you, and tucked in.

"Well? Let's eat." You said. The pack headed back to their seats, and Paul looked up at you.

"So, what are the new rules?" He asked.

"Rule one. Do as I say. Rule two? You're my eyes and ears. You report any bloody fangs sightings to me, as that's your main job now. And you're to guard me against any rogue vampires."

"But why us?" Till asked, getting used to the weight of his collar.

"Oh, it's simple. If I can get the most powerful pack under my thumb, I won't have to worry about any of the other smaller packs. If we're attacked, I'll instantly know it's the Bloody Fangs." You said, before turning to the vampire who was previously second in command.

"Richard."

"Yes... My lady?"

Ooh, you liked that.

"I've got an important question for you." You said. "What's for dessert?"

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It was summertime now, weeks had passed since you'd come to Berlin. You still hadn't found the leader of the Bloody Fangs pack, but you'd been hunting and slaying every night. You were currently in an abandoned U-bahn tunnel with Richard, on the hunt for Bloody Fangs. Although far less people were being killed, you were still staking a new pack member every night. Your hunting hounds- that is to say, the Rammstein pack- weren't allowed to kill other vampires, so they'd just herd them towards you instead. The Bloody Fangs pack were mostly old-looking, with lined skin and grey hair. Before that fateful full moon, you'd been encountering younger pack members, but they'd mostly dried up by now. The newer ones didn't have a chance to feed off humans and regain their youth, as you'd come thundering in with your stakes and Schneewittchen by your side.

Richard stalked down the dark tunnel, gave a low hiss, and you heard a snarl. A bloody fang came charging out of the darkness, and your purple eyes narrowed. Richard darted out the way and you lunged forward, shoving a stake into its chest. The vampire shrieked, and exploded into dust.

"Not bad, Rosenrot." Richard smirked. He lit a cigarette and took a drag as you prowled the rest of the tunnel, eventually satisfied that there were no more vampires down here. You headed out the tunnel, and Richard followed you, his silver collar glittering in the moonlight. He was using his Glamour powers, so tonight he had silver eyes and glittery silver hair, with pale skin and black lipstick.

"Thought I'd pay tribute to you." He said. "Seeing as how you're big on that moon goddess."

"What, are you like a shape shifter? How does your ability work?" You asked.

"Well, not entirely. My glamours are like a dress up doll. Underneath I'll always be the same vampire unless I'm in wolf or bat form, but I can change how mortals perceive me to a degree." He said. Richard's form shimmered, and he was now young and thin, with spiky black hair.

"I can be anything they want, as long as it's me." He mused, shifting so he was older by about twenty years, with a lined face and a deliciously padded tummy. "And my sweet Milla, she doesn't even ask me to change! She says she likes my true form." There were no mortals around, so he dropped his glamour for now, revealing his grey skin and red irises.

"Some humans... They like me without glamours. They say I draw them in like moths to a flame no matter what I look like."

"Glamours don't work on me, pretty boy." You replied. He was hot as fuck, but you tried not to think about that. You heard a snarl behind you, and Richard gave a hiss, flying forward and tackling the bloody fang that had snuck up behind you. You quickly yanked out Schneewittchen and broke its neck, before giving a loud sigh of relief.

"That almost got you, human." Richard teased.

"Don't remind me! But... Thanks, Reesh." You said, a rare smile painting your lips. "You really saved my arse there. I gotta thank you, really."

"A reward for good behaviour? What, I'm gonna get a sparkly sticker?" Richard joked. The two of you left the tunnel, and you hurled a vial of holy water into the vents, so that it would vaporise and spread out through the U-bahn, poisoning any vampires.

"Oh no, something much better." You said. "Come on, let's get to the top of that office block, then I'll show you." You went to climb up the fire escape, only for Richard to put his arms around you.

"Let me." He said. He glided into the air, carrying you as he did so, and placed you down atop the building. Richard landed next to you, and ran a hand through his locks.

"Let me show you some proper thanks." You said, pricking your finger with one of your clawed gloves. A bead of red blood welled up, and you gestured to Richard.

"Kneel." You said. He did so, and you held your hand over his mouth, letting the blood drip in. Richard gave a moan at the taste of your red ichor, lapping it up thirstily, so needy for you.

"Ohhh, it tastes so good..." He moaned. You let him have about a shot of your blood, before taking your finger away and licking it, the wound closing (slayers healed fast if they didn't need blood to draw in prey).

"You like that, puppy?" You teased. Richard nodded dopily, licking his lips, and you smiled.

"You know, I think you're pretty hot even without any glamours. But I gotta take some precautions, can't have you nibbling me." You said, taking out a metal muzzle. "Are you down?"

"Fuck yeah." Richard replied. You buckled the muzzle onto him, then placed your heeled boot on his chest and got him to lie back. You undid his trousers and pulled out his cock, slender and grey with a nice fat head, and you purred.

"Can't carry any diseases, and can't knock me up. What a perfect little sex toy you are." You teased. Richard moaned, loving all of this. Oh fuck yeah, the sexy Rosenrot who'd been trailing his pack was into him? You'd rather fuck him than fight?

"I'm your fucktoy, Mistress, I'm all yours." He said with a groan.

"That's a good boy!" You smiled, pulling down your black leather pants and rubbing your wet cunt all over his cock. You were wet and dripping, and your breath caught as you pushed down onto Richard. His cock was cold, but it felt so good inside of you, stretching you just right. The vampire below you whimpered, reaching up to play with your boobs through your jacket.

"So obedient, hunting down bloody fangs so I can slay them. Who's a good boy?"

"I... I am, Mistress..."

"Who's being a good little fucktoy for his Mistress?"

"I am!"

"Mmmh, good boy! Stuff me!" You wailed, bouncing on Richard's dick. The vampire gasped and groaned beneath you, his fangs extending despite his muzzle, and he shrieked as he came, stuffing you full. You kept bouncing on him, giving a loud keening moan, and you squirted all over his cock. You stayed sitting up, Richard deep inside you, letting your juices mingle.

"I can't believe I just fucked a Rosenrot..." Richard gasped.

"That was a reward for good behaviour. Don't get too used to it." You said, brushing your hair out your face and pulling off his cock. Going back to your stern slayer self, you pulled your clothes back up, and brushed off your jacket. Richard tidied himself up too, and you made one last patrol before heading back to the concrete tower, which you were using as a HQ.

"So, are you any further to finding the pack leader?" Doom asked Richard as you got back. "I can't wait to get these collars off."

"Not yet. But we're definitely getting closer." You said. "And the collars stay on until then."

"I think you're just a kinky weirdo, making us wear these." Flake jibed.

"Guess I'm kinkier for enjoying it then." A familiar deep voice said.

"Till!"

"Well, if you all do as you're told like good boys, you'll be rewarded. And I don't just mean immunity from my sisterhood." You said.

"Believe me, it's a good reward." Richard said. You headed off to purify your weapons, and Paul glanced over at Richard.

"You mean you two..."

"Yeah."

"Oh sweet! Reesh, you absolute legend! Fuck it, I wanna go on hunt patrol next time if there's a chance of that!"

"It's my turn next, actually." Ollie smirked. "And I plan to enjoy it..."

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Far away, in the deep caves hidden away under the Alps, the goddess Morta was seething with fury. She'd heard about that Rammstein pack, one of her firstborn sons and his little gaggle of followers swanning around Berlin. But their insistence on not killing humans annoyed her, infuriated her, to the point that she'd created the Bloody Fangs to go after him. They were the only vampires permitted to kill other vampires, and any other strigoi who tried would be sent straight to her for punishment. But ruling the night with her bloodsucking children wasn't enough, and Till was a thorn in her side. Even worse, any scouts she sent out to report on his pack always ended up Slayed!

Morta sighed, and got up from her throne. Her vampire thralls were busy at work in the mine she'd set up under the mountain, searching for the one thing that would let her finally conquer humanity. The Moonstone was an ancient crystal, spoken about only in whispers, but it was said to grant huge amounts of power to whoever wielded it. It could only be identified by a Rosenrot, but she could always capture one to sniff it out. It was said that if, on a full moon, one held the Moonstone to their chest and was struck by Morta's scythe, they would reach the full potential of their power. They would be able to command the moon itself, becoming Mistress of the Night. However, she had no clue what the crystal actually looked like aside from "like the moon", so her thralls were just digging up anything that vaguely fit the description.

"The Moonstone is said to have been gifted to earth by Devana." Morta muttered. "But once I have it, I can snuff out the moon- and that pathetic moon goddess and her huntresses- then stretch my powers out and bring on an age of eternal night!" She cackled. "I just need to get my hands on a filthy little Rosenrot... And deal with that cursed Rammstein pack!"

"But Mistress, what about the prophecy?" A thrall asked. Morta hissed, as she hated being reminded about that.

"It's a load of nonsense! And it shan't come true once I have the Moonstone in my grasp." She said. "Now get back to work!" But as the thrall headed back into the mines, the words of the prophecy went round and round in Morta's mind.

The Lady in pure Silver-red

Feeds her consort clad in gold

Once united with the moonstone

Hidden powers shall unfold

A blade of silver

Shall cut through dark night

And the empress destroyed

In their shared violet light

"Gold, silver and red don't make violet. The prophecy is a lie." She sniffed. But it couldn't help but nag in the back of her head.

***

You and Ollie were on patrol as usual, and you'd already staked a few vampires. Why were all the Bloody Fangs so old? Did they only take victims from nursing homes?

"They all smell like embalming fluid." Ollie said, sniffing. He didn't speak much, so this was probably something important.

"You mean they're resurrected corpses from the graveyard?" You questioned.

"Might be. We should head down there." And on that note, Oliver turned into a white wolf and led the way, following their scent with his keen nose. He'd turned himself invisible too, to avoid detection, so you followed the sound of his footsteps. You reached a graveyard, and your purple eyes widened when you saw the graves that appeared to be clawed open. And there was only one person who could raise corpses like this!

"Morta... She's raising the dead." You muttered. "There isn't a leader to the bloody fangs pack as she's the one who's creating them all!" Ollie snarled, and turned back into a human.

"This is our turf... She doesn't know what she's messing with." He growled. Just then, the earth rumbled, and a hand shot out.

"Slaughter the traitor! And bring my Mistress what she desires!" The vampire hissed as it clawed itself out of the grave. You jumped into action, swinging your chain, and the beast hissed as you hit it and it dissolved into dust.

"Right, we've got this whole graveyard to deal with." You said. "Because no way am I bringing their mistress anything she wants."

"But how can you slay hundreds of vampires at once?" Ollie replied. "Unless you're secretly some kind of goddess of the hunt." Your eyes fell on a groundskeeper's shed, and you grinned.

A few hours later, after pouring holy water and garlic salt into a sprayer, you'd doused every grave in the graveyard. Ollie had kept watch for any more vampires, but he hadn't seen any.

"We can do the rest of the graveyards in the area over the next few nights." You said. "But I'm starving right now."

"That's not a problem for me." Ollie said, fishing a blood bag out his pocket and jamming a straw in, like a Capri sun. You gagged a little, as the two of you headed out the graveyard gates.

"Hey bitch! Nice arse!" Some loser yelled at you from across the street. Ollie hissed at him, eyes flashing red and fangs extending, and he gave a squeal and ran away in fear.

"Ollie, don't blow our cover!" You gasped.

"Who'd believe a drunk like him? Anyway, I'm not going to stand for people catcalling you, Rosenrot."

"Thanks, Ollie." You said, smiling at this. Awww, he really did care for you! You got a doner from one of the late night takeaways, and sat down under a dark, empty bridge to eat it. You didn't fear who might holler and shout at you, as they didn't know how much power you held. And having Ollie hiss at them felt good, like you were walking around with a bodyguard- or a powerful pet on a leash.

"I see you staring." He said. "And why do you eat so much garlic? My eyes are watering from all the sauce."

"Because it's delicious." You said. "You must miss it so much, Ollie. Best thing you could possibly eat."

"Second best." He said, giving you a dirty look. His face was pale under his dark hood, eyes gleaming like two rubies. You caught what he meant and spluttered, before yanking on his silver collar.

"You mind your tone!" You snapped. But a smile taunted your lips, and you fiddled with Schneewittchen.

"Well, Oliver, you've been a good boy. You tracked down the graveyard the undead were coming from. And I can't have you starving, can I?" You wrapped part of the chain around his wrist, over the sleeve, and tilted his head up with a finger.

"I'll let you fuck me as a reward. Keep you loyal to me. But if I feel your fangs in my neck, your hand comes clean off." You teased. Ollie immediately span you around and pressed your head against the wall of the bridge. He pulled down your trousers, and started to rub your clit with his freezing cold fingers as he thrusted his clothed bulge against your thigh.

"You want to play with the big bad wolf, Rosenrot?" He growled as he freed his cock, and started to rub it against your wet slit from behind.

"You want to feel a Slayer take her pleasure from you like you're a fucking vibrator?" You replied. Ollie thrust into you, and you gave a soft moan, eyes rolling back as he pressed you against the bricks.

"Fuck, that's good..." You moaned. It was weird, to an outsider it would've looked like Ollie was in control, but he was the one following orders here. It felt delicious to dominate these powerful beings like this, terrifying monsters kneeling before you and giving you pleasure. Ollie thrust hard and deep into you, and you gave soft muffled moans, before you were cumming all over his cock. You pulled off him, dropped to your knees, and took him down your throat. You sucked Ollie greedily, and he shrieked as he came down your throat. You spat the stuff out, before standing up and undoing your chain from his wrist.

"There's a good boy." You smiled. "Now how about you lick up the mess you made my pussy make?"

***

"Lydia, I'm home." You called, as you got home just before sunrise. You'd bought her some Doritos on the way back, and she popped open the bag and dug in. She'd been surveilling the area that night, as she always did, so you felt she'd need a reward.

"So did you fuck the tall one?" She asked.

"Lydia!"

"What? You were spending time alone with him tonight! As for me, I'd rather be with that beefy one... Me-ow!"

"Oh Lydia..." You laughed, before heading to bed. But just then, you got a message from Doom.

Tomorrow night, meet me at the Cathedral. The others will be on patrol. I think I've found a nest of vampire thralls!

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The next night, you met Doom at the cathedral. It was dark, and you were surprised to see him in a black robe and white collar.

"So we'll blend in." He said. "I used to be a man of the cloth, after all."

"I've spent my whole life raised by nuns, so I know my way around a place of worship." You said.

"I think I remember reading about The Sisterhood of Our Lady the Eternal Protector." Doom said as you walked into the cathedral, you making sure to invite him in. Holy ground was usually agonising to vampires, but to him it was just like pins and needles and a dead leg combined. "Said you were discommunicated by the Pope?"

"I don't spill secrets to bloodsuckers. But yes, we aren't officially part of the Catholic church. The sisters don't worship God or Jesus, and our trinity is the Virgin Mary, Mary Magdalena and Goddess Devana. We got kicked out sometime in the 15th century and the Vatican nowadays claims we never existed." You said. "They weren't keen on us giving silver knives to prostitutes and spinsters, and holding rituals to our "backwards" moon goddess." You kept your voices low, and Doom gestured to a side door.

"I spied a thrall sniffing around here. My guess is that they're in the crypt underneath." He said. Thralls were a type of vampire who fed off both humans and other vampires, yet were more powerful than either. They were created by Morta to do her bidding, and hunt down any renegade vampires she disapproved of. Usually, they took on the appearance of a dead person.

"Bloody things." You sighed. "Let's get this dealt with, or we'll all be dinner." You then activated your night vision, and headed down into the gloom.

***

The crypts were damp and cold, and had absolutely no light. Multiple old caskets lay around, and you kept your stakes drawn as you stalked forward. You were followed by Doom, and he gave a low hiss, bearing his fangs. There was a malevolent chuckle, and a thin, pale figure stepped out from behind a coffin. Under their glamours, Thralls always had snow white skin that glittered, even in the gloom, and bright blue glowing eyes (as opposed to the usual grey skin and red eyes of vampires).

"Well well, a traitor and a filthy slayer." The Thrall laughed. He didn't seem to fear you, as he didn't call you a Rosenrot. "Come to slay me? Honestly, you're pathetic. And strigoi are so weak compared to us superior Thralls! We'd rule the night if it wasn't for our huge appetites." Thralls had to feed off another vampire every day, or else they'd become absolutely beastly and uncontrollable. They could also command other vampires that they'd fed from, and a swarm of Bloody Fangs flocked into the room.

"You stuck with Lindemann, even after he betrayed our beautiful, terrible Mother. You've had this coming for centuries." The Thrall hissed. Doom bared his fangs as much as possible and gave a deathly shriek, and you quickly snatched your chain. The Bloody Fangs surged forward and you swung Schneewittchen, Doom grabbing the other vampires and throwing them in the way of your chain.

"You can't kill other vampires! That's against the Ancient Vampiric Laws!" The Thrall spat.

"I'm not killing them, she is. I'm just throwing them and if they get hit it's their own fault." Doom growled back. He grabbed your arm and sped up the stone steps, back into the Cathedral, and the remaining Bloody Fangs followed you. You staked them down, and the Thrall gave a sadistic laugh as he flew out the crypt, and hovered above you. Doom's eyes suddenly widened, as he realised exactly who it was.

"It can't be... Father Fritz?!"

The Thrall laughed, and floated back down to the floor.

"Aye, that is me. Morta dragged me back from the land of the dead and made me into her Thrall after you and your little fuck-buddies killed me. She's done it with several of the other humans you've all killed too! I've been stewing in her lair for centuries, until she let me out recently. I..."

The Thrall suddenly froze. It had been exactly 24 hours since his last feed, and he gave a loud groan.

"Doom, what the fuck is happening?" You asked. "You know him?'

"He's the man that killed me. My first meal." He replied, eyes wide with fear. "And now he's going to go feral as he hasn't had a good meal in a few hours."

***

Fritz shrieked as his body contorted, and his mouth split open like a gory mandible. He had several rows of needle-like fangs and his face contorted, like a bat's. He dropped onto all fours and charged at you, and Doom sprang into action. He grabbed the crucifix from the altar, shrieking as it burnt his hands, and held it out against the Thrall.

"Fool! You have no faith in that symbol! It's the belief that counts against me and you believe you're damned!" The crucifix burst into flames, dribbling blood, and Doom collapsed to the floor in pain. You quickly wrapped your chain around the Thrall's neck, and Fritz shrieked as you yanked him towards you.

"Believe this." You spat, and kicked him into the font of holy water. He shrieked and hissed, dissolving like a sugar cube in hot tea, and you grabbed his feet and pushed him all the way in. The holy water bubbled and burst into flames, but turned clear again. The Thrall was gone, his strigoi dead, and you and Doom were the only two people in the cathedral.

Schneider dropped to his knees as Fritz died, and raised his head to the skies.

"Oh lord! Why have you forsaken me!" He screamed. What tantalising torture- to be able to walk on holy ground, but any symbol of the faith he'd devoted his life to would burn up in his hands, and scorch his skin.

"Doom?" You asked.

"Apologies. I... I spent my whole life dedicating myself to my Lord, and I know now that if He even is real, He despises me. Do you know why everyone calls me Doom? Because I've always known I'm Doomed." The bloody cross lay on the floor, and you wiped it clean and put it back on the altar.

"I'm so careful with hiding from humans. It's why I don't have a familiar and I keep Till in line when needed. Because I don't want them to be hurt! I may be a godless monster, but all I ever wanted is to save their mortal souls and bodies. I hate what I've become." A tear of blood fell from Schneider's eye, and he looked over to you.

"How you must despise me. A demon in the flesh, the thing you were raised to slay. And I don't even blame you." He said in a small voice. You knelt down, took his hands in yours, and then pressed a small kiss onto his cheek.

"I don't hate you. I'd be Thrall chow if it wasn't for you helping me out." You said. He looked up at you with watery red eyes, and stood up, taking your hands in his. His pale face, framed with his chocolate brown curls, seemed to light up.

"You mean it?" He asked.

"Absolutely." You replied. The two of you left the Cathedral, and walked hand in hand down the dark streets of late night Berlin, heading back to the concrete tower.

That night, you and Doom made love on the red silk sheets of his four poster bed in the tower. His cold skin pressed against your warm flesh, his red eyes gazed into your purple, and he kissed your hand like a gentleman before retreating into his coffin come sunrise. But as you headed home, something nagged in your mind. Why was Morta using Thralls? Why was she so desperate to get rid of the Rammstein pack? And why was she so against Till?

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The next day, you got up and fed Lydia, then decided to study your assorted codices. You wanted to learn more about Thralls, and plan out your next move against them.

Thralls

Created by the goddess Morta reanimating a corpse, Thralls are a type of vampire that are stronger than your average bloodsucker. They feed off one vampire per day, and any less would have them devolve into a monstrous form. Thralls are rarely used as their feeding habits make them fragile. They are typically used by powerful vampires for specialist reasons, like retrieving something important their creator needs. Like all vampires (bar Dhampirs and Daywalkers), they are weak to holy items, silver, garlic, a stake through the heart and sunlight.

You remembered what the vampire in the graveyard had said about "Bringing his Mistress what she desired." But what did she desire so badly? You read the passage on Dhampirs, only to be relieved when you realised there couldn't be any sent after you

Dhampirs

Dhampirs are vampires created when a human who has been drained by one vampire is fed blood and thus ressurected by another vampire. They have all the strengths of a vampire, but they are immune to the sun. However, unlike Daywalkers, they are also immune to holy water and garlic, and do not need permission to enter a building. However, Daywalkers are created because of a rare mutation, and Dhampirs are created on purpose. They are rare, as the Dhampir is always filled with rage against the vampire who drained them, and they often become vampire slayers because of this. Dhampirs are solitary creatures and do not work in packs. They have glowing orange eyes, as opposed to a vampire's red-eyes, a Daywalker's gold or a slayer's purple.

So Morta, as the head of the bloody fangs pack, was obviously creating these Thralls to do her dirty work. However, making a Dhampir (or at least draining the human who'd become one) would be suicide for her, so at least that was one less monster to worry about. And on that thought, you packed your weapons, and headed to the concrete tower to share your info with the Rammstein pack.

***

"So she's got her special ops in, presumably because you keep killing her regular henchmen." Till said, dangling from the ceiling by his feet. Richard was on the chaise longue, feeding from Milla, and the others were clustered around the room.

"She wants something off us, but I don't know what it is." You said. "But if she wants you all dead, why'd she send a vampire that's usually used for fetch quests?"

"Maybe it's something to do with the prophecy." Flake muttered. Till snarled at this, baring his glowing maw.

"Flocka, don't you speak of that. Don't you remind me of what happened!" He hissed.

"What prophecy?" You asked, but Till turned his head.

"None of your concern, Rosenrot. Just don't let the Thralls kidnap you."

"They want to kidnap me? What?!" You gasped. But Till had growled and walked off.

"Till, don't get into a mood!" Doom called, scurrying after him.

"Come on, let's go on patrol whilst he has a sulk. It's not your fault, just something that happened hundreds of years ago. He'll have to explain it to you someday, but I'll fill you in." Paul said, taking your hand, and you followed him out into the night. There was an eclipse coming up soon, so you'd have to be on watch. Vampires could come out during those precious minutes of darkness, so you'd have to stake out the city to make sure the Bloody Fangs wouldn't stand a chance.

"What's all this about kidnapping, then?" You asked. You and Paul were stalking the alleyways, slaying any Bloody Fangs. There'd been no human deaths in weeks because of your patrolling.

"Well... For centuries, Morta's been hunting down the Moonstone. The legends say only a Rosenrot can find it, so she's probably out to kidnap any of you she can get her hands on, so you can identify the stone for her."

"The stone that can give people huge amounts of power?" You gasped. Paul nodded, and you sighed.

"I'll have to be on watch then. But what's all this about a prophecy?"

"You'll have to ask Till directly about that." Paul said. "He'd freak out if I gossipped about it with you. It's pretty personal to him, and even I don't know all the details." And on that note, he turned and headed up the alleyway with you following.

"Doesn't it ever bug you, Paul?" You asked. You'd both finished patrol for the night, and were sitting on a fire escape on an office building. You'd gotten some Chinese food (special fried rice) and you were chewing it, watching over the city.

"What does?"

"You're hanging out with a Slayer." You picked a piece of prawn with your chopsticks, and ate it.

"Doesn't it bother you that you're doing your dirty work with a pet vampire?" Paul retorted with a smirk.

"It does. But it's what needs to be done."

"Oh, sure. Cause it's not like you like having us six as your obedient hunting hounds?" He laughed. You bit your lips, and Paul smirked, closing in on you.

"Oh y/n, you do, don't you?"

"I'm no supposed to... But I can't help it. You're all so hot, but business comes first." You replied.

"I'm here to have fun." Paul replied, dangling upside down from the other fire escape above you. "Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"You're eating maggots. How do they taste?"

You looked down and spluttered as you saw maggots in your takeaway carton, before seeing that it was still fried rice.

"Paul!" You spat. But then you smiled, and ran a finger along his jawline.

"So, you like to play games, do you? Then how about we go back to the tower and play some more?" Paul smiled, took you in his arms, and immediately flew off with you, eager for what was to come tonight.

***

You didn't notice the woman in black watching you from the top of another building. But she smirked, seeing that the Rammstein pack had a slayer working with them. Oh yes, this was very good news for her... She then loaded her crossbow, holstered her pistols and made sure her katanas were in their sheaths on her back. She had work to do, after all.

***

You arrived back at the tower, and Paul led you up the stairs to his room. His coffin was against the wall, and he had a messy king sized bed with grey sheets, and the whole room was lit up with candles (no windows). Paul lay you down on the bed, and crawled over to you. The two of you started kissing, tangling tongues passionately. He lifted your leg and slid down your trousers. Paul pulled your panties aside, and planted a hungry kiss on your wet pussy. He was getting hard in his jeans, rubbing himself against the bed .

"Please... Fuck, y/n, I need this." He growled. You spread your legs, and clipped a leash onto his collar, pulling him over to you.

"Come on, Paulchen. Come and fuck me." You purred. He immediately fell upon your pussy, licking and slurping like a starving man upon a hot meal, and you gave a loud moan.

"Fuck, Paul, yes!" You gasped, back arching. He started undoing his fly with one hand as the other held up your leg, and he was letting out little gasps and moans as he licked your pussy. He freed his cock from his trousers, and started to rub it against your wet cunt, letting out little needy grunts and gasps. Five throbbing inches of veiny vampire cock was rubbed again and again against your clit, along your slit, Paul lubricating himself for the main event.

"Go on, Paul. Fuck your Mistress, there's a good boy." You teased. Paul pushed himself into your wet heat, giving a loud, soft moan as he did so.

"Fffuck! Mistress!" He whined. You were clenching him like a fist, and he gave a loud groan as he thrust in and out of you, lewd slurps coming from your pussy. You pulled on his leash and stroked his hair, rubbing his tonsure, and you licked your lips hungrily. Paul was bearing his fangs, hissing and gasping as he thrust into you again and again. He was rubbing against your clit, and you moaned as you came, soaking the sheets below you. Paul groaned, and he came inside you, the cum dripping out around his cock. He pulled out, and licked your face affectionately. But as the two of you snuggled together, Richard burst in, looking terrified.

"They've found a slayed Thrall! Doom and Flake were on patrol and they found one turning to dust, it had just been killed! And there was a silver bullet in the corpse!" He gasped.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Paul asked. But you weren't so glad about this, as you hadn't killed any Thralls today. And your sisterhood didn't use silver bullets!

"You mean... There's another Slayer out there in this city?"

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You immediately whipped out your phone and called the Prioress. She used an old fashioned landline rotary phone, but she eventually picked up.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Prioress, have there been any other Sisters sent to Berlin?" You asked her.

"What? No, there haven't been. Why do you ask?"

"There's a new slayer on the scene. I..."

"It's most likely a Dhampir, spurred on by the Thralls showing up there. Tell me, girl, are you handling this or do you need backup?"

"I'm ok, Prioress. Just wanted to check with you and fill you in. I'm making progress with the plain old bloody fangs."

"Hmm, good. And you aren't tangling with the Rammstein pack, are you? Nasty, filthy bloodsuckers. I don't want them seducing you."

You bit your lip, but answered.

"No, Ma'am. They haven't seduced me at all. I fought off Lindemann a few weeks ago but he hasn't caused me any trouble since."

"Good to hear. There's an eclipse over Berlin soon, so get your hands on their Daywalker if you can, and use him as bait to get any Thralls out." And then the phone went dead, as the Prioress never said "goodbye" to anyone.

"Use me as BAIT?" Flake spluttered.

"There's another Huntress running around now, and she's not with my sisterhood." You said. "How do I know she won't target you lot? I need your help for my hunts, after all. Flake, we should stick together for the eclipse tomorrow. I don't want her taking you out."

"Ohhh, she cares about us." Paul taunted.

"Hey, I'm not getting my hunting hounds killed off by some wannabe Buffy." You replied. "And if she's a Dhampir she's probably after a vampire here in this city. The Prioress said she's most likely a Dhampir since she's not known to the Sisterhood." You snapped back, face getting a little hot.

"I might as well go with you for the eclipse then." Flake said. "Even if I am just "bait." Till had been quiet all this time, and you eyed him curiously.

"A Dhampir... No, it couldn't be her..." He brooded.

"Till, she's gone. She was only mortal after all, you should be glad she can die and wasn't trapped as a slave of Morta." Doom said.

"If she's dead then Morta can turn her into a Thrall! I can only pray she's a Dhampir but what G... Divine being would listen to me!" Till snarled, and stamped off again.

"Drama queen." Richard sighed.

"What's going on with him?" You asked. But Paul just shook his head, and you knew that someday you'd have to talk to Till directly about this. Did it have something to do with the prophecy he'd mentioned?

"This Dhampir's either after us or the Bloody Fangs." Ollie mused.

"What about the other vampires of Berlin?" You asked. You'd heard about two vampires who lived in a mansion near a park in Berlin, but since your duty was to keep an eye on the Bloody Fangs and stop them from eating young women and tourists, you hadn't staked out the area. The Sisterhood had apparently never sent a slayer after the two vampiresses there, despite their track record for brutally killing human men.

"You mean the Frau? Well, she isn't the sort who makes enemies out of Dhampirs. And since she's only number three now, rather than simply being second most powerful behind Till, she's bound to be seeing red." Richard smirked. "I wouldn't like to be the kind of man she likes to feed on!"

***

Erik stumbled down the dark, grotty alleyways, angry and full of hate. He'd been thrown out of every brothel in the red light district for violently assaulting their ladies. He did the same to his own wife and daughters, and didn't see why he shouldn't. Their job was to look after him! What were a few slaps here and there or a night locked in the basement? He didn't want to head home to where that old cow he was married to would be, so he decided to stay out a little longer. He was squinting in the darkness, when he saw two figures walking towards him. Women- hopefully hookers. But he grimaced as they got closer, as one was fat and dumpy with a face like a pig. The other one was tall with coiffeured hair and pearls, and Erik sneered at the two women.

"Fucking bitches. Fatass and a tranny." He spat. Both of the women stopped walking, and fixed him with angry glares. Their irises were as red as roses, and Erik felt a little chill down his spine.

"Care to repeat that?" The tall one said.

"I said, uh, bitches?" He muttered. The Frau and the Sau looked at each other, and they both smirked, showing long white fangs.

"I don't care for that kind of misogynist language. Men like you are always ruining women's lives." The Frau said, walking closer to him.

"Men like you killed me and butchered my body. Men like you forced their babies into me and left the same babies to die on a cliff once they came out female." The Sau added. They both circled Erik, and the Frau licked her lips hungrily.

"So now we'll take from you!" She snapped, an Erik screamed as she sunk her teeth into his throat. Sau sunk her tusks into the other side of his neck, and the man screamed and thrashed as the two vampires slurped at his veins. Sau pulled off, and Frau Schneider licked hungrily at his bleeding neck as Sau ripped open his shirt and bit into his belly. She ripped out huge mouthfuls of squishy red innards and blobby yellow fat, staining her face red as she pushed her head into his belly and devoured his entrails like a pig in a trough. Erik gasped as his heart gave out, and the two women stood up. Frau daintily wiped her lips with a white handkerchief and wiped Sau's face too.

"Delicious." She said. "Shall we go home and take our friend here for our meat cellar?"

"Let's, liebchen." The two women stuffed Erik's body into a black plastic bag, joined hands, and walked off into the night.

***

The day of the eclipse came, so you and Flake had to prepare for the five minutes of darkness. You'd had a small amount of your blood drained into a bottle (about two shots) by Paul's familiar, and you handed it to Flake that morning. He still resembled a skinny older man, as he always did in the daylight. He had a hat on, and a slightly cheesy t-shirt with a slogan. You, meanwhile, were in your shy daytime disguise, your weapons hidden on you.

"You'll need energy. It's been a while since you've fed from a human." You said. "Not counting that time in the nightclub, that is." He took it from you and sipped it, but he didn't appear to get younger.

"This is just my daytime form, I'll gain my powers and night form when the sun's away." He said. The two of you set out to the park, walking past all the humans out enjoying the sunny weather. You saw a gaggle of women your age walk past in colourful short dresses, all holding tinned cocktails or Starbucks frappes, and felt a pang of envy. Slaying was a holy duty, but some days you wished you could be normal. Have a friend who understood what you went through who wasn't a vampire or a statue (no hate to Lydia though), but you knew you couldn't ever have a normal life. Normal wasn't for slayers. And you couldn't befriend normal humans in case a vampire targeted you by killing them.

"You're staring." Flake muttered.

"Don't you wish you could be like everyone else some days?" You said.

"I'm so far from human but so close." He replied back. "It's like being Tantalus. I'm 125 years old but I'll never look older than 55, I'll never get sick."

"Some days I wish I could be like every other woman in this city." You sighed. You walked past a McDonald's, where a group of young mums were sitting outside with their kids, and some students were sitting on a bench watching a video on one of their phones. Boyfriends and children, another thing Slayers couldn't have, another thing that could be used against you.

"Eating mass-produced ultra-processed Americanised junk food, using devices made via slavery in the Congo and wearing clothes made by Uyghur child slaves in China whilst spending every waking hour on Tiktok, slathering over the pathetic lives of capitalistic American "influencers" online who spend their lives brainwashing you into overconsumption, materialism and swallowing down American pop culture bullshit, slowly destroying your mind and polluting our planet? Glorifying shallowness and anti-intellectualism, slathering your face in petroleum based makeup, chattering to AI machines that rot your critical thinking ability, driving some huge polluting wank-panzer of a car and getting your face stuffed full of Botox by the time you're 30 because social media's convinced you you're an ugly hag who deserves to die unless you get it? No thanks." Flake said. "Most people are idiots anyway."

"That's not what I meant! I mean just... Having friends who get me. Friends like everyone else has. Being able to be as happy as they are." You said.

"Y/N. I haven't felt happiness in a while. Even with Till, I know I'm failing to fill a gap he can never fill. But I hate to say this to a Slayer who keeps me as a pet, but I'm almost happy with you. When you wanted to be my familiar? Even though I know you were lying, it felt good to have someone else who I can be with." Flake said. Your eyes widened in surprise. Flake liked being with you?

"I thought you didn't like me after that." You said.

"Why'd I do that? You saved my arse from the Bloody Fangs. I owe you... And maybe it's nice to have someone around me who can go out in the day."

"Then you'll have to take me out to lunch sometime." You said with a smile. "Anyway, it's almost the eclipse! Let's get to a shady spot!"

***

You got to a shadowy spot under the trees, far away from any humans, and the moon slid over the sun. It was a clearing, directly under the eclipse, but nobody was in it as looking straight up would fry your eyes. You immediately gained your purple eyes, and Flake shifted into his younger nighttime self. He flexed his fingers, your blood giving him power, and you stood back to back.

"If there's any vampires hiding out here, they'll be in the shade." You whispered. Just then, you heard footsteps, and Flake's eyes widened as a pale, glittering figure stepped out of the trees. He had a large chunk missing out of his head, and watery blue eyes.

"Kommandant Landa..." He gasped.

"Who?"

"The Nazi son of a bitch who killed me. I bit his head open when I came back. Morta must've brought him back as a Thrall!"

"We meet again, Lorenz." Landa drawled. "Pity I'll have to kill you and take your girlfriend. What sort of woman goes running around with knives?" He snapped his fingers and a swarm of Bloody Fangs burst from the soil. You yelled and drew your blades, slashing through vampire after vampire.

"You idiot! There's only four minutes of darkness left!" Flake spat. Landa hissed, and the two vampires charged at each other, scratching and hissing.

"I only need four minutes to kill you! And my Mistress will be so pleased when I bring her that gottverdammnt slayer!" You didn't have enough room to get Schneewittchen out without hitting Flake, so you had to rely on your knives.

"What sort of vampire sparkles?" You retorted, cutting the throat of a Bloody Fang.

"Attitude!" A maggot squirmed out of Landa's head hole, and dropped onto the floor. Despite his glowing eyes and mobility, he was truly very dead, rotting away before you despite being a Thrall. "I'll have your tongue cut out for that."

"Go paint the wall behind you!" Flake snarled. A Bloody Fang jumped out at you, only to be suddenly shot down by a crossbow bolt. All three of you stopped fighting, to see someone dressed entirely in black motorcycle leathers and a helmet walk into the clearing you were fighting in. They had two katanas on their back and a crossbow, alongside guns in holsters.

"The twink can fight the fascist. I'll deal with these fangs with the redcoat." They said. They sounded female, was it a woman under those leathers?

"ATTACK!" Landa screeched, and you immediately jumped back into action. There was only a minute until the eclipse was over! The mystery slayer swung her katanas as you slashed with your blades, and eventually it was just Landa left to slay. He charged at you, fangs bared, and Flake grabbed him by the throat. The Daywalker snarled, his veins glowing gold, and you and the other slayer sunk your blades into him. You screamed as you did so, and Flake let out a similar battle cry. He seemed to be glowing gold now, and you had a silver shimmer all around you, as if Devana herself was guiding your hand.

"You think... That'll... Kill me?" Landa choked. He'd lost an eye in the fight, and maggots were slithering out of the hole, dripping onto the ground.

"No, but that will." The anonymous slayer said, pointing up. He looked up, and terror crossed his pale face just as the moon slid away from the sun. A beam of light hit his skin, and he shrieked, flesh melting and eyeballs boiling. You forced your blade further into his chest as his face melted, jawbone dropping off as he screamed to the heavens. The Thrall exploded into dust, and you and Flake dodged the explosion.

"I didn't kill him, the sun and your blades did." Flake said. "So I haven't broken the ancient laws."

"Wait, where's the other slayer!" You gasped. She'd gone! She must've run away in the explosion.

"She had guns, you think she was the one who Richard saw the other night?" Flake asked.

"Yeah, maybe. But she didn't kill you although you were a vampire. So she must be after Morta, or the other packs, not the Rammstein pack! And what was with those glowing lights?"

"I've never had that happen before, even at an eclipse." Flake said. The sun was out, so you were back to being shy y/n and skinny Mr Lorenz. Just then, your stomach growled, and Flake took your hand.

"You were saying about lunch?" He asked. "I think we're earned it, seeing as we just killed a whole flock of Bloody Fangs and a Nazi zombie, and figured out something about this new Slayer."

***

After a late lunch at a Polish restaurant, and a patrol of the city, you and Flake headed back to the apartment block. You reached his door, and he looked down.

"You want to come in?" He asked. "Spend a bit of time together before heading out to see the boys?"

"I'd be honoured." You said. You followed him into his apartment, to see that it was messy and bohemian with plenty of bookshelves. Flake had a large bed with his coffin tucked underneath, and you both sat on it.

"The sun's setting right now." Flake said. "I'll be a vampire again soon, not just in my day form."

"I like you either way." You replied.

"It's not normal to crush on a man in his late fifties, y/n."

"Since when were we normal? I'll never be normal, neither will you. So let's be strange together." You said. You kissed Flake on the lips, and the two of you tangled together on his bed. As the sun went down your eyes changed at the same time, and by the time he slid into you, you straddling him like a queen on her throne, it was dark. You rode him with deep strokes like a ship riding heavy waves, pushing onto him, and your orgasm washed over you like the tides. It wasn't like the quick fuck in the nightclub, this was a beautiful, sensual dance between lovers. Flake guided you to orgasm again and again, his pleasure bringing you pleasure like how the sun gives light to the moon, and you chased him to his orgasm like day chasing night. Constellations flashed behind your eyelids as he made you cum again and again, so lithe and agile, unlike any human but unlike any vampire too. After you were spent, the two of you curled together in the bedsheets, softly kissing. Your warm body pressed against his cold skinny one, your purple eyes gazed into his, and your hands held each other's. You both had given and received the same amount of pleasure, as balanced as the equinox.

"We've got to see the others at the tower." You muttered. "But let's spend five more minutes together like this first." And to Flake, that sounded like a fine plan.

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You and Till were on patrol the next night, full moon overhead, your eyes open for the thralls and the new Slayer. You'd told him about what had happened at the eclipse, with you and Flake getting strange glowing auras, and he was absolutely stumped by it. You were in one of the parks, as some Thralls would bury themselves in the leaf mould and mud and jump out at humans out late, and your eyes were drawn across the park lake to the big fancy houses on the other side.

"They probably don't even know what's going on out here." You remarked. But your eyes fell on one of the houses, one the Prioress had warned you about before coming to Berlin, and you had the feeling that perhaps some of them did.

The two bloodsuckers in the big white house by the lake... Leave 'em. They do us a favour, dealing with riff raff and creating Dhampirs. She'd said. But you still didn't know much about the Frau who lived there, and Till narrowed his eyes at the sight of the house.

"Come on, let's get into the woods." He said. "She doesn't like being stared at."

***

Frau Schneider and Tillsau had just sat down for dinner, in fact. Their dining room faced the lake, and they were enjoying the man they'd hunted last night. There were chops and knuckle and sausages, with potato dumplings and braised red cabbage, all skillfully cooked and beautifully presented. Frau was in her usual cream suit and pearls, and Sau had dressed up in a black lace dress and gold jewellery. Their Dhampir housekeeper Shishi was also sitting down to eat, as Frau treated her staff well. The three ladies sipped blood from ornate goblets, and used gold cutlery, as silver burnt their hands.

"Is everything good?" Shishi asked. Sau nodded, wiping her greasy lips with her napkin.

"My darling, it's delicious." She said.

"I'll say. You're a good cook, Shishi. And such a light touch with the chops!" The housekeeper blushed at this, and the Frau smiled. She'd spent years making Dhampirs out of every half-dead woman she could find, drained by a vampire, and when she'd found Shishi in the gutter in the red light district, she'd just had to save her. From then on, Shishi had gone from hooker to housekeeper-cum-bodyguard, and the Sau had been happy to have another woman in their romance.

Frau Schneider had found Tillsau in a ditch in rural Germany several hundred years ago, killed by an angry husband who wanted sons. He was an alchemist who'd experimented on her first, giving her a pig's face and trotters (alongside six sagging breasts), but the Frau had found her beautiful. They'd feasted on her hateful husband that night, and from then on, the Sisterhood had allowed Frau and her ladies to live as long as she kept making Dhampirs and bumping off violent, abusive men. Two figures moved through the bushes across the lake, and Frau frowned.

"It's Till. And... A mortal." She sniffed. "He'd better clear off because he's ruining my appetite. He doesn't kill those he feeds off, but he treats them as things to be consumed nonetheless..." Thankfully, the two cleared off into the woods, and the Frau smiled.

"Well, crisis averted, girls. Let's eat!"

***

You grunted as you drove a stake through the chest of another Thrall. These ones were dressed in scraps of rusted armour, and Till snarled as yet more of them crawled out the mud towards you two.

"Bastards. They're the Roman soldiers who killed me." Till spat. "I had a vision of the afterlife, the ancestral plain... Then Morta pulled me away from it." But as much as it hurt to be dragged away from a paradise of unlimited beer and horny fat ladies, it was nothing compared to the pain of how Morta had taken her away from him. His one and only, his lost love... The Romans marched onwards, their rotting faces stretched into wild grind, and Till gave a sudden loud howl. The full moon lit him up, and although he was only planning to turn into a wolf, he became so much more. Muscles twisted and warped, bones crunched and fur bristled as fangs burst from his gums and a thick tail sprouted from behind him. His clothes all tore off, and your purple eyes widened. Even the Roman Thralls stopped in their footsteps, as Till had just turned into a werewolf- a huge, slathering anthropomorphic wolf-man. You drew your chain and slashed at the approaching Thralls as he let out a huge howl, and grabbed one by the head with his jaws. He savaged the centurion back and forth, shaking him like a chew toy before throwing him to your blades, and the Thrall screamed as he was reduced to dust. You cut and slashed through vampire after vampire until they were all dead, and Till gave a huge howl of rage and victory.

***

You stared up at Till, now a huge anthropomorphic wolf-man with pure white fur and glowing red eyes. He was incredibly fluffy, and his piercings glittered in his ears and nose.

"Till... What the hell?" You cried.

"All my pack... I don't know why but we can just transform. On full moons, our wolf forms can become this thing. Yet another reason for Morta to hate us, we're practically worshipping the moon like this." But he seemed somewhat proud of his werewolf form, and flexed his claws. He stared at you, then licked your face with his big wet tongue.

"Aw, Till!" You laughed.

"Mistress... Smells so good..." Till grunted. He picked you up and carried you to a big flat rock, where he lay you down. You suddenly noticed his erection sticking out of his fur, and you bit your lip and pointed to it.

"Someone getting excited?" You teased. Till nodded, and growled in your ear hungrily.

"You smell so good, make me wanna mate... Wanna mate with my Mistress..." He growled. You smiled, and slowly slid your trousers down. Till pressed his nose to your panty-covered pussy and breathed in deeply, savouring your scent. You were getting wet, and you could see the effect your pussy was having on Till. His cock was growing, getting longer and thicker and redder, the veins bulging and the knot at the end pulsing. Till tore your panties off with a clawed hand and buried his face in your dripping pussy, slurping at it with his wet tongue. You moaned, and he gripped you close, nuzzling and slurping away at you. He slapped his cock against your thigh, aligned it with your cunt, and you moaned as he pushed into you, hot and thick and throbbing. Till howled at the feel of your tight pussy around him, and you wailed out in pleasure.

"Oh Till!"

"Mistress! Fuck! Need to... Breed... Gonna put pups in you, whole litter of cubs..." He was slathering and panting like mad, so eager to fuck you hard. He pounded in and out of you and you groaned and gasped, getting wetter and your orgasm creeping up on you. You came around his huge werewolf cock, and Till snarled before burying himself inside you and cumming. His knot inflated, sealing you together as he pumped you with his hot sticky cum. The two of you stayed sealed together for a while, Till slowly returning back to human, only for him to gasp at the sight of you stuffed with his cum.

"Y/N!"

"It's ok, I'm on the pill..." You started, only for him to shake his head. Bloody tears fell from his eyes, and he sat on the rock, looking utterly miserable.

"How could I? I can't believe it, I wanted you so badly... After I'd promised her I'd be hers forever. I wanted you and you wanted me but damn it all!"

"What do you mean?" You asked. Till looked at you, and wiped his bloody tears from his eyes.

"Y/N. It's time I told you about the prophecy, and why I'm so angry at myself for having sex with you. And to tell you about the prophecy, I'll have to tell you about my lost love."

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Eastern Europe, 1100AD

It was twilight, and Ziva walked through the forest, gathering herbs and berries in a basket. She wore a simple cloth dress, and had her dark hair tied back with a kerchief. She was the village's Cunning-woman, but she wasn't well liked. The villagers feared her, and muttered amongst themselves that she was a witch. Still, nobody here was rich enough to afford a doctor, so they always came to her for cures. Ziva knew exactly what herbs, roots and leaves could stop pain or cure illnesses, so despite her strangeness, the villagers tolerated her. Ziva suddenly heard a commotion coming from the bushes, and her eyes widened when she saw what was causing the noise. A group of youths had gathered around a baby deer that had been separated from it's mother, and were throwing stones at the poor faun.

"Hey! Leave it alone!" She yelled. Ziva hated seeing people hurting animals for fun, or disrespecting the forest. The youths all screamed, and turned tail when they saw her coming out the forest.

"Run! It's the witch!" One of them yelled as they ran home. Ziva walked up to the baby deer, to see that it luckily wasn't too badly hurt. Just a few scratches. She rubbed some salve from a bottle she kept on her belt into the deer's wounds, and soon enough the little thing was skipping off to it's mother. It was getting dark now, so Ziva headed back to her cottage in the woods, as she didn't want to stay out late. The strange Lord in the castle overlooking these woods was rumoured to stalk here at night. She didn't notice the bat watching her from the shadows as she walked off, it's red eyes glowing.

Till had lived in the castle for a century, hiding away from humanity and his terrifying creator. Morta had wanted him as her servant, but he'd escaped her, and gone to live by himself. Till had escaped his wicked mother, knowing that he needed to feed on humans but not wanting to slaughter them like Morta did. He fed off any humans who tried to go out and kill him, but this human he'd just seen? She was nothing like anything he'd seen before. She almost warmed his dead, shriveled heart. As Ziva headed back into her cottage, Till pulled a red rose from the bushes, and dropped it at her front door.

"Sleep well, little human." He said. Then he disappeared into the shadows from whence he'd come.

***

For the next few weeks, Ziva would wake up to find her chores done at night. She suspected it was a Domovoi, a helpful house spirit, who was weeding her vegetable patches and making sure her beehives were kept in good condition. The Domovoi never came in the house, but he always kept her garden and animals in good condition, so she had more time to work on her spells and cures. But one day, a new priest came to the village, Father Nowak. He disapproved of Ziva's Cunning, and marched down to the cottage to have her burnt as a witch.

"She will blight our crops and eat our children!" He screamed. The villagers followed him, carrying torches and pitchforks as he dragged Ziva out of her cottage and kicked her beehives over.

"She dances naked with the devil!" He shrieked (Ziva did no such thing). "She is a whore to the dark forces which blight us! Burn the witch!"

Just then, there was a huge burst of flames. Till stepped out of them, dressed all in black with his mouth glowing, and the priest felt terror run down his back.

"Lord Lindemann!"

"Leave her. She's under my protection." Till growled. "I ought to kill you all for this wickedness! After I served her for so long, this is how you treat her?" Ziva realised that Till was her "Domovoi", and ran towards the vampire.

"Don't kill them, please!" She cried. She didn't want this to result in a bloodbath, even if she did hate the priest. Till glared at the holy man, and sniffed.

"Fine. Priest, if you ever go witch-burning again, know that I shall spare nobody. I will rain down hell on all of you. But if you leave me and my Ziva in peace, I shall spare you all. Do we have a deal?"

The priest nodded, in tears, and Till disappeared in a flash of flames, with Ziva in his arms.

***

From then on, Ziva and Till were like two peas in a pod. He'd never been so enchanted by a mortal! She was smart and funny and kind, and he loved to hold her in his arms. They'd dance together under the full moon, and Till couldn't bear the thought of changing her, even though it did tempt him some days.

"I like it that you didn't bite me." Ziva had said one night.

"My darling, your humanity and life is why I love you so." He said. They spent several happy years together... But it wasn't forever. And Morta made sure of it. Ziva could see the future with her witchy powers, and she had one day given a prophecy about Morta.

The Lady in pure Silver-red

Feeds her consort clad in gold

Once united with the moonstone

Hidden powers shall unfold

A blade of silver

Shall cut through dark night

And the empress destroyed

In their shared violet light

The idea of being killed or banished terrified Morta. How could her son have such dalliances with a human? How could he treat her with love rather than feeding hungrily from her throat? Morta was enraged by Till taking Ziva as his lover, and as the goddess of death, she knew what she must do. She waited until their five-year anniversary, then appeared in a storm of black bats and sunk her teeth into Ziva's throat. The human screamed as Morta sucked her empty of all her blood, and Till wept tears of blood as he cradled her limp corpse. They fell over his lost love's face, dripping into her mouth and flowing over her cheeks, but she didn't wake up. Ziva was well and truly dead.

"You see what happens when you disobey me?" Morta hissed. "You are no longer part of my pack! You're outcast from my clan now, Lindemann, and I'll leave your little dead girlfriend as a reminder!" She grabbed Ziva's corpse by the neck, the amulets to Morana and Devana that she always wore around her neck jangling, and threw the woman into the fast-running river near the castle. Till screamed, but it was no use. Ziva was gone, washed downstream, her amulets floating in the water as they too were washed down the rapids.

"Begone! Leave me, you evil hag!" Till screamed. "You're not my mother!"

"You could've ruled the world, Till, but you chose to simper over a stupid little human. This is your punishment- you'll never be a real vampire." Morta hissed, as she disappeared. And from that day on, there was a Ziva-shaped hole in Till's heart that would never be filled.

"You see? It's why I can never truly love again. I'd be betraying my sweet Ziva." Till said, wiping his tears away. You were filled with a deep sadness for him, but something about it stood out to you.

"Did you say the priest was called... Father Nowak?" You asked.

"Ja. Why?"

Your eyes widened at this, remembering the story of how the Huntresses came to be.

"Till, you're not going to believe this, but..."

Wallachia, 1476

The women being kept in Vlad the Impaler's personal blood supply were in a permanent state of terror. He'd come every night and take one to feed from, and their numbers grew thinner and thinner. They'd been taken down to the river by his guards to get water to wash themselves with a few days ago, and one of them had found something odd. An amulet, dedicated to the goddess Devana. It was hundreds of years old, so she hid it in her clothes as they were dragged back to the castle, and locked back in the dungeon.

"Goddess Devana, please... Hear my prayer. We need a miracle..." She whispered.

Vlad the Impaler had been turned into a vampire by a vampire who was once a priest called Father Nowak. He'd apparently been bitten by a vampire who'd found him burning witches in a town he'd just moved to, and rained down hellfire. Everyone in the town, all ten thousand of them, had been slaughtered by the angry Vampire Lord. Fire had rained from the sky and the lord had grown ravenous eels out of his arms, devouring every last person who lived there. He'd sucked out all their blood, growing incredibly powerful because of it, then disappeared into the night. Nowak had become a vampire too after the Lord's bloody tears fell into his mouth, and he'd turned Vlad so that the two of them could rule the world together.

"Bring me another female." Vlad had ordered half an hour ago. But the guards hadn't come back yet with a mortal, and he was about to send Nowak to go and fetch them when the door to his chambers was kicked open. All ten surviving women stormed into his bedchamber, all of them glowing with a faint silver light. The chains around their necks had been broken, and they too were silver now. The women's eyes had turned purple, and they all glared at Nowak and Vlad with furious faces.

"What are you stupid bitches doing? And where are the guards?" Vlad hissed. One of the women threw something at him, and he realised it was the heads of the guards.

"Stupid bitches!" He snarled, showing his fangs. Him and Nowak surged forward, but the women were quicker. In one swing of a silver chain, Nowak's head was smashed open, and he burnt away into dust. Vlad shrieked at seeing how easily they had killed the vampire, and one of the women ripped a wooden leg off a chair, making a stake.

"This is revenge for all of us you killed, drained and raped. Go to hell and tell the devil himself to fear us." She hissed, before she sunk it into his chest. Vlad exploded into ashes, and from then on, vampires had something to fear. The Sisterhood of Our Lady the Eternal Protector spent their days worshipping the Huntress, the Mother and the Apostle by slaying every vampire who dared threaten the lives of women, and soon the Rosenrot were the bane of every vampire Lord out there.

"You created the priest who created Vlad the Impaler!" You cried.

"How was I to know he'd become a vampire? And if it wasn't for him, your precious Sisterhood wouldn't exist!" Till spat back, before taking a deep breath.

"You said... A pendant to Devana led to the women creating the Sisterhood. My Ziva always wore one."

"Well, if that's the case, what happened to the Morana pendant?" You snapped. "Till, I'm sorry for your loss, but you created... You led to the creation of such an evil vampire Lord. I can't forgive you for that. Ever." You pushed down all the lust you'd ever felt for him, and turned on your heel.

"I'm heading back. Try to keep up." You said.

"You love me, Y/N." He said in a flat voice. "I know I've upset you, but I can't love you, Y/N. I'll only ever be betraying my Ziva."

"And all your vampire fuck-buddies? And the prostitutes they feed on?" You snapped. "Or are we all things for you to consume and throw away?" You were angry and sad and confused, and didn't know how to feel aside from that. Stupid y/n! Why why why did you have to fall in love with him!

"Nothing can ever fill the gap, Y/N. I used to think I didn't have a heart as a vampire, but now I know I do, because it breaks for her every day. And I wish I didn't love you, because it breaks me even more to see you fall in love with the monster who created the beast that killed so many women, and to know that that monster tries to love you. And maybe that monster knows that his dear Ziva couldn't ever love him anymore, as he couldn't save her."

"Don't you try and guilt trip me." You glared. But you knew you loved him, and you hated how easily you'd fallen for such a monster. Even if he regretted it now... He'd still done it!

The walk back to the tower was a quiet one. And when you got back, Till shut himself in his coffin, and tried not to let you hear him crying himself to sleep.

"Bad day?" Lydia asked as you got through your apartment door in the wee hours.

"You have no idea." You sighed, and headed to bed.

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The next few days were an awkward mess. Till moped around the tower like a bad omen, his head full of Ziva and nothing else. She'd have those visions of the future occasionally, but why did he have to speak of Ziva's vision of Morta's defeat? He'd been in doubt as to who "The Empress" referred to, but Morta had confirmed it was her with her reaction. The prophecy had haunted his mind for hundreds of years. The silver-red lady could be a Rosenrot, but the rest absolutely stumped him.

"I wish I didn't have to break her heart. But nobody will ever fill the gap Ziva left." Till sighed. Flake bristled at this, and Till noticed it.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. I've only been trying to fill the gap for millennia with other people. But it just won't work. Paul has Carol, Richard has Milla, Doom's got Ollie, but I've got nobody. And neither do you, Flake."

"So that's all I am to you. A placeholder." Flake snapped, and stormed out the room.

"Till, for goodness' sake, don't do this. We're a pack, we can't go fighting with each other! Our strength is each other!" Doom said.

"A pack, and that's why she hates us! All of this mess is my fault. She's sending these Thralls to kill us because I disobeyed her by falling in love with a mortal, and our werewolf forms? It's another reason for her to hate us. Wolves are linked to the moon, just like Rosenrot. And I led to the creation of the fucking Rosenrot by biting that Priest! Morta needs a Rosenrot to find the Moonstone too... I'm just making everything worse by existing. I wish I was never born, and by making you into a vampire I just dragged you into this mess."

"Well, I'm sorry I ever tried to help you." Doom glared, and he headed out too.

"Wait, Schneider! I'm sorry! I..." But Doom was already gone.

***

Meanwhile, you were out on the streets with Milla and Carol. You were showing them how to slay, using a sack of straw as a dummy.

"You want to carry silver on you at all times, especially with the Thralls out to get us. Use your silver as a deterrent, then STRIKE THE BLOODSUCKER IN THE HEART!" You lunged at the sack and rammed your stake into it, channeling all your anger. Stupid sexy vampires! Why did you have to fall in love with someone as unavailable as Till!

"You can't ever trust a vampire. They'll just rip out your heart and eat it like a currywurst." You said.

"Y/N, you're really angry today. You and Till having problems?" Carol asked.

"Yeah girl, you're really not doing well." Milla said.

"He's still in love with his dead girlfriend. I'm angry at myself for falling in love with him when he just sees me as a placeholder. We're all just things to be consumed for him." You said.

"Paul says he's depressed. He doesn't wanna get close to people in case Morta kills them again, and he's terrified of betraying his Ziva." Carol said.

"Me and Richard noticed he's spending loads of time alone. It's that prophecy that's bugging him! Milla added

"I'm never falling in love with a vampire again. They'll just break your heart." You sighed, sharpening your stake. "I feel bad for him, but I can't forgive him for creating all those vampires. And he massacred a whole town!"

"Well girl, if he breaks yours, he should know you could always stake his!" A voice called.

You all whipped around to see a woman in black motorcycle leathers standing on a window ledge. She jumped down to ground level, and you saw she was the mystery slayer from the eclipse!

"You!" You gasped. The woman pulled off her helmet, to reveal that she was pale, and had thick brown hair. She also had glowing orange eyes.

"You're a Dhampir!" You gasped.

"Damn right. You can't have my name, but you can all just call me "The witch" if you like." She saw your red coat and silver jewellery, and grinned, showing her small fangs.

"Devana's lackey, huh? I'm more Morana myself." She said. "I mean, Morana did invent Dhampirs, you know? She didn't like another death goddess poaching on her territory." The Witch saw Carol and Milla staring, and gave a sarcastic little wave.

"So, you two snack machines- I mean, familiars- are gonna come with us. I'm taking you three slaying. Think of it as a girl's night out!"

"But why?" You asked.

"Simple. I know you're with the Rammstein pack, huntress. And it's in my best interest to keep them alive. So we're going to go and stake as many vampires as possible tonight, cause I have a fucking bone to pick with Morta. And then you're going to go back and sort shit out with your little hunting doggies because I can't bear listening to them fighting."

You grinned, and gripped your silver chain.

"Let's slay." You said.

***

Klub Blutengel was the kind of place Thralls liked to visit, to rip apart a juicy human and feast, but tonight it had turned into a bloodbath (and not just because of the blood sprinklers). The basement club under the slaughterhouse had a reputation amongst vampires, but tonight it was like something out of a doomsday painting. Two slayers and two familiars had burst in and simply massacred every vampire they could, pouring holy water into the sprinklers and swinging silver chains. The Witch just attached a UV light to her crossbow and melted vampires into ash as she shot at them, and after five minutes of disgusting, bloody struggle, every vampire in the room was dead. The Witch lapped some blood out the throat of a thrall, and the four of you headed out the club and into the night.

"That was insane!" Carol gasped.

"Now, all of you, no telling anyone you were out with a Dhampir. Or else your little fuck-buddies will try and get their hands on me, and they don't need to be focusing on that. They need to fix their pack before they fall apart, and that's up to you, Y/N."

"Got it." You said. You, Carol and Milla headed off, as the Witch revved up her motorbike and sped off into the night.

"And tell Till that Morana's got a message for him! His lady definitely isn't a Thrall!" She cried as she zoomed off.

***

You headed back to the tower, to find yourself in the middle of a fight. Till and Richard were hissing at each other, fangs bared, and the other four vampires were scattered around the room hissing too.

"Are we just playthings for you? Do we matter so little?" Richard snarled.

"You'll never understand!" Till roared. You cleared your throat, but the fighting continued. Then, you had an idea. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and whistled, and every vampire except Flake immediately fell to their knees like obedient dogs.

"What was that?" Carol whispered.

"Search me." Milla replied.

"Till, I've had a message from Morana. Ziva isn't a Thrall and never will be." You said. "And angry as I am at you for the massacre, I'm not going to bring it up again. We'll need to work together to defeat Morta and survive the Thralls. But we can't work together if we're fighting, and we're a pack! You're my hounds!"

Till took a deep breath, and turned to the rest of the Rammstein pack.

"I'm sorry, all of you. I never meant to make any of you feel like placeholders. You're all important to me, and I shouldn't have compared you to Ziva. I'm glad I Made you all, and I'm not going to let Y/N get killed by Morta too!" He crawled over to you, and rested his head at your feet.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. And I'll do all I can to set this right."

"Till, that's all I ever wanted to hear." You said. Richard, Paul, Ollie and Doom crawled over too, and they nuzzled their cheeks against you, like a pack of obedient pets.

"None of you are placeholders or substitutes or the "runner up". I'm glad I met you." You said, and Flake walked over to you. He took your hand and stood by your side, resting his head on your shoulder.

"From now on, I'm not treating you as playthings. I've been a dick, but I'm going to be better from now on. You're all my pack, after all." Till said.

"You're my pack, and I'll hunt with you until Morta's banished and gone." You replied. The waning moon flashed outside, and you gasped as the vampire's collars glowed silver. They now had silver charms on them- Till's was a gibbous moon, Richard's was a waxing crescent, Paul's was a waning crescent, Doom's was a half-moon and Ollie's was a black new moon. Flake's was a little gold sun, and the moon charm on your choker flashed too, becoming a full moon.

"What the hell?" Ollie gasped.

"We're a pack now!" Paul grinned. "But what do all these symbols mean?" Caroline and Milla had gained little hair clips that resembles crescent moons too, and you grinned as you realised what it was.

"It's Devana. She's on our side." You said. "And she's sent us her blessing."

"If that's the case, we'll just have to use our wolf forms more often." Doom said. "So let's hunt!"

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"So you got everything sorted out with your toy boys?" Lydia asked, as you were emailing the Prioress about your progress.

"Lydia, don't call them that. They're my... companions."

"Who you fuck." The gargoyle said, munching on some tortilla chips.

"Lydia, just let me message the Prioress in peace and eat your snacks." You sighed. The Prioress knew you'd been gathering information from the Rammstein pack back when you were posing as a familiar, but you decided not to tell her about using the boys as your hunting hounds. That was incredibly unorthodox, and you didn't want to risk her sending over other slayers and getting them killed. But you told her about the Dhampir lady and the Thralls, and that you and Lydia were keeping a good eye on the pack.

"If Morta is really at the head of this pack, ally yourself with the Dhampir. She is a dangerous goddess, and Dhampirs have their own special protections and grudges against Morta." The Prioress had told you. "I will look into this and have the sisters on speed dial, however, in case she sends a real plague of Thralls upon the city. But for now, you are doing an excellent job, Y/N." You hadn't told her about the aura you and Flake had, or the jewellery that appeared. You were still somewhat stumped by what any of that could mean.

However, you'd been researching into werewolves, and come across something strange in an old book in the archives of the Berlin Library.

The Hounds of the Moon, sometimes known as the Hounds of Devana, are more commonly known as werewolves. They become wolfmen on the full moon, yet they are incredibly rare. Most are vampires with an uncommon condition, and they are duty-bound to serve the orders of Devana, in whatever f....

The page cut off there, as the book was incredibly old and partially rotted. But something about Rammstein's full moon change possibly making them the Hounds of Devana... You started to realise exactly why Morta wanted them dead. They were connected to the goddess who created the huntresses!

Your only question was, when would Devana call upon them? And how? As you left the library that evening, you had a strange feeling that you'd find out soon enough. After all, their moon charms were obviously a gift from Devana, and you had a feeling that yours and Flake's charms had more meaning than just a symbol of her protection. And with that on your mind, you headed off to do your patrols.

***

In the light of the moon

When the stars are in bloom

On a hot night in June

That's when I call for you

Caroline admired her new silver pin in the mirror. He didn't have a reflection, but she saw Paul's charm on his collar behind her in the mirror.

"Paulchen." She smiled, as he put his cold arms around her. He buried his face in her neck and kissed the marks on her throat that his fangs had made. The moon was waning, and Paul took her into his arms, sitting down on the bed.

"One day, I'll Change you. But I don't want to risk it now, Carol." He said. "These thralls, and that Dhampir... Who knows what they'd do to a fledgeling vampire?" Deep down, Paul feared his Thirst. He'd always act funny and silly, but he feared what he could do if he let the Thirst overcome him. What if he drained Caroline before he could Turn her? He couldn't bear the thought of killing anyone, even if that was how his species had survived for centuries. Caroline saw his distress flash over his face, and took his hands in hers.

"Paul, it doesn't matter if I'm a vampire or a mortal. I'll still love you." She said. Paul had a sudden image of Caroline, aged and decrepit whilst he stayed young, and he squeezed her hands.

"I'm glad we have each other." He said, and the two of them curled up together. It felt good to be loved by something warm and alive, with blood in her veins and breath in her lungs. Someone who'd love him back, although he feared he terrified her. But when Caroline looked at Paul, all she felt was happiness and safety.

***

I've been working the whole day long

Getting older while you stay young

Give me shelter, the night is dark

Live forever

"Do you ever want to be Changed?" Richard asked. He'd taken Milla out on his motorcycle, and they were riding down the dark roads of Berlin.

"Richard, I seeked you out because I didn't feel safe in Berlin. Carol had seeked out Paul because she loves vampire movies- he's the spit of that dude from The Lost Boys- and she recommended me to you as a familiar." Richard had saved Milla from the fangs of a rival vampire, and she'd stuck with him like glue ever since. He was her safety, he was everything. Richard was like a nice, dark coffin to shelter from the glare of the sun in, and she didn't care that he was ancient and powerful and bloodthirsty. Because nobody had loved her before in the way he loved her. She knew that him and Paul spent time together, and of course there was Y/N, but even though they weren't exclusive she loved being with Richard. And to him, she was more beautiful than any sunrise.

***

When you meet anyone you can find

Sink your teeth, you're in love for one night

As you sleep in the day, you are mine

I just want your love, so don't waste my time

Till had gone down to the red light district again, to feed and fuck. Flake had waved him off, and left some blood in the fridge in case he was still hungry, but he'd sighed as he left. He knew Till wouldn't ever love him as much as he loved Till, and he was just glad that Ziva wasn't a Thrall. That would've absolutely killed Till, like a stake to the heart. He only ever wanted to see his incredible, fascinating Sire happy, and if that meant he didn't get to be with him? If that meant he'd never matter as much to Till as Till mattered to him? So be it. After all, Daywalkers weren't that powerful. He couldn't be Till's equal even in his dreams.

"I just hope he has a good time." Flake muttered to himself. And he sipped on a glass of cow's blood, wondering why he was so torn up by all of this. There were other bats in the belfry, he could always find another... But who'd possibly compare to Till?

A flash of red and silver crossed Flake's mind. He took a sip of blood and ignored it. Surely not, it wasn't love... After all, him and Y/N were as different as the sun and the moon.

***

Take me now, in the dark

I can't wait, make your mark

Bridget Schneider lay in the arms of her two Brides, and gazed at the painter ceiling of her boudoir. The three naked women lay curled around each other, and the Frau smiled as an idea came to her.

"Darlings. We really must have a ball someday." She said. "And make sure to invite that slayer girl who hangs around with the Rammstein pack. After all, I do love to see a woman in charge!"

"What about that stray Dhampir?" Tillsau asked.

"I don't know where she is, so I can't invite her. But I do love another devotee to our Lady Morana, so we'd best leave a seat empty for her just in case." The Frau smiled. Shishi got up to write and deliver invites, and the Frau lay back as Tillsau fed her chocolates.

"And one more thing! Make sure to include my favourite kind of dress code!" She called after Shishi.

***

By the light of the sun

I knew your time had come

I opened the box

And in just one go, you had gone

The sun was rising, and you and the Witch were out slaying. You'd stabbed a Thrall through the head with the blade end of your chain and dragged him out into the sunlight, where he had burst into flames and dissolved. You turned back into your daytime form as the Witch put her helmet back on, but you both jumped when you heard footsteps.

A blonde woman with glasses, in a short red dress and black leather jacket, stood in front of you. She handed you an invitation on cream paper, wrapped in a gold ribbon.

"For you, little Rosenrot. My lovely Mistress quite admires how you've tamed that pack." She said. "Take this to Till, and say she expects to see you all there." And then she was off in a flash. You turned around, just to see that the Witch was gone too. The invitation had a mark on it, two crossed scythes and a straw dolly underneath. You'd seen it before- it was from the Vampiress who went around creating Dhampirs, to protect women from vampire packs.

"Till's got to see this!" You cried. But first, you really needed to sleep, so you headed back to your apartment with the invitation tucked inside your coat. Because based on what you'd heard about Frau Schneider, this was important.

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You slapped the invitation down on the table in the trudelturm, and the Rammstein pack stared down at it.

"Fuck. It's from the Frau... We can't refuse this." Doom muttered. "And we really want to stay in her good books. You don't want to upset Frau Schneider..."

"She's one of the most powerful vamps in Berlin, after you lot. Nobody knows how old she is." You said, idly cleaning the silver claws on your gloves. "After all, she's the one who creates Dhampirs, she's apparently blessed by Morana. Gets her piggy girlfriend to sniff out any half-drained women and turn them. The Sisters let her live on the basis that the only humans she hunts are abusive men. That blonde who hangs around with her is her Dhampir, and she's made every Dhampir that's currently out there."

"So she probably made that Dhampir that's in Berlin right now!" Paul gasped. "If we go, we can get information on her! And if we don't she might get a Dhampir to kill us, so best not risk it." Till opened the invitation, and the invite inside matched the outside, gold and cream.

Till Lindemann et al

You are formally invited to a Dance of the Dead at my mansion on the next New Moon. All of you are permitted to bring a +1. And remember your places, manthings

RSVP

Bridgette, Sau and Shishi send their regards

"She'll be wanting you to come when this ball comes along." Till said to you. "The Frau doesn't view men as people. So if we want to find out about this new Dhampir, I'll have to be your pet."

"We'll all have to obey you well." Flake said. "We should probably do some obedience training or something." But just then, Till yelled out.

"THAT'S IT! What if Ziva is a Dhampir and the Frau turned her?" Till gasped.

"We could ask for her records! It'll be another thing to put my mind at ease so I'll stop moping, and I'll know if she's safe. Oh Ziva... I just want to know what's happened to her. This is a great opportunity, we can't miss it!"

He turned to you, and clutched you by the shoulders. Till was absolutely manic, seized by the idea that Ziva was still out there.

"Y/N... You can be Flake's +1 to the dance. Because I've got a date with destiny on the next new moon."

"Cliche." Flake muttered sardonically. But deep inside, a little part of him was happy about getting to be your +1. And that feeling of being with you shone inside him, bright as a tiny little sun.

***

The Witch knew there was a party coming up, and she wasn't invited. But she knew that Till would be coming, and she smirked at the thought. She'd been after him for so long now... She'd soon be able to pounce. She couldn't do it in private, no, she had to do it with another powerful vampire around to prove that she wasn't working for that bitch Morta. After all, the Frau was protected by Morana, no Thralls would get their dirty paws on her property. And knowing that y/n the slayer would be there too? Even better. Always nice to have a kindred spirit. She revved up her motorcycle and drove off to slay some vampires, but the one vampire she'd been hunting for was going to be hers very soon...

***

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The night of the ball came at last, on the New Moon, and you and the Rammstein pack had planned everything out to a t.

"Paul, you go with Carol. Richard, you're with Milla. And I'm with Y/N." Flake said, adjusting his coat. Everyone was in their best clothes, with Till in his favourite black leather bodysuit, and Flake was wearing a shiny silver coat and black goggles. Richard was in a long coat with red bits in his black spiky hair, and Milla and Carol were both in formal dresses that showed the bite scars on their necks. You were in your red Slayer's coat, as this was technically official business. Ollie and Doom were going with each other, as a pair, and the six of you walked down the pavement to the big white house near the park. You were fully armed, but you weren't here to hunt the party guests. Your priory knew about the Frau, so you wanted to potentially talk about an alliance with her if Till was going to try and get access to her records.

You reached the front door of the house and showed your invitations, and the blonde Dhampir on the door ushered you in. Shishi looked like a skinny young woman, but the sniper rifle hung over her shoulder told another story. She was the Frau's bodyguard, so you had no plans to be pissing her off.

"I shall tell the Ladies that you have arrived." She said, and headed off down a corridor. You'd brought the Frau an appropriate offering, and Flake squeezed your hand as you stepped into the ballroom.

"I won't let them hurt you if things get ugly." He whispered.

"Thanks, skinnylegs." You whispered back. There were a few dozen vampires milling around the ballroom, all dressed in black and mostly female, and they all turned to stare as you and your group came in. The ballroom was a huge white and gold affair with grandiose staircases, but no windows. There were mirrors on the wall, and it was a little unnerving to see that you, the two familiars and Flake were the only ones with a full reflection

"What is a Rosenrot doing here?" One muttered.

"Lindemann, what's the big idea? Are you trying to kill off the competition and get all of Berlin as your hunting grounds?" Another hissed. Till bared his fangs at this.

"We're the most powerful pack in the area, we don't need more territory. I'm here on official business with the Frau. The Rosenrot is here with us because of the Thralls and Bloody Fangs. Anyway, the Frau likes her lot." The conversation was interrupted by a porcine squeal, however, and you saw a figure appear on the balcony atop the huge staircases that flanked the sides of the ballroom.

Tillsau squealed happily again and trotted down the stairs, dressed in a huge frilly affair of black lace and ruffles. Her pudgy hands were wrapped in black lace mittens and she'd taken her hair out of her curlers, and it hung in waves.

"Oh, the Rammstein pack! You made it! And is that a Slayer you brought? Me and my darlings just love those ladies!" She shook your hand, and turned to the crowd.

"Everyone, this Slayer is a guest of honour. You have my word that she shall not slay you if you too leave her be." She shook Milla and Carol's hands too, ignoring the men.

"So, you've finally come, Lindemann. Come to beg something off me?" A cold voice said. Another woman descended the staircase, dressed in a long white silk dress and a wide black hat atop her coppery hair. It was Frau Schneider!

"We've all gathered here tonight because we're not aligned with Morta, and her Thralls have been feeding on our pack members. Consider this a space to form alliances, because despite the local huntresses, we'll need them. Morta is angry, she's most likely plotting something." The Frau said.

"I need to see your records. It's about the new Dhampir, and... Someone from my past." Till explained. The Frau didn't look interested, so you brought out your offering (a box of luxury chocolates). Her red eyes suddenly widened, and a smile crossed her lips.

"Sneaky little redcoat." She said. "But fine, I shall allow Till into my records. You too, and take your Daywalker, he looks well behaved. Sau, dear, can you play hostess for a while? I have some important business at hand."

***

"I don't often let people in here, so count yourself lucky." The Frau said as she led you down into a dark cellar. It was a sort of library, with rows of bookcases stuffed with papers, books and old photos. The only light came from a lantern she held, and she led you to a section labelled "Dhampirs."

"I collect information on everything to do with Vampires. Since I've been making them for centuries, here's my information on Dhampirs. Most of them end up getting killed but some survive." She said.

"So you made the one currently in Berlin?" You asked. The Frau's face darkened, and she pursed her lips.

"I don't know where she came from. Possibly directly from Morana, but she's not one of mine. She's killing Thralls and keeping Morta in check, but I don't know why she's out here or what she wants. Our necks could be on the line next... That or she's been brainwashed by Morta. I simply don't know." You remembered your encounters with the Witch, still confused as to what was going on with her. Could she be a double agent?

"I've got another request. Frau, do you know anything about Ziva? My Ziva... We were told that she's not a Thrall. Did you ever turn her into a Dhampir?" Till asked. "I know you're a very ancient and powerful vampire..."

"Lindemann, I was born in 1159. She was long dead when I was still in the cradle. I'm sorry to say this, but she's gone for good." Frau Schneider said. Till's eyes widened, but he didn't scream or yell. He just seemed to crumble, losing something he'd clung onto for years, the chance that Ziva was still alive. Till didn't say anything, he just hung his head and slowly backed away from the bookshelf.

"You could've broken it to him a little easier." Flake said.

"What, should I have baked him some cookies? It's harsh but it's true. Ziva's not a Dhampir, she's gone, the poor girl." The Frau said. "Now is there anything else in my archives that you're so desperate to see or will you leave?" Flake noticed a shelf labelled "Daywalkers", and turned to the Frau.

"Frau Schneider, do you have any evidence of a Daywalker surviving off just animal blood? Or of how powerful a Daywalker can truly become?" He asked. "I don't understand myself at all some days. It's like I'm an anomaly."

"That's because you are." Frau Schneider said. "Daywalkers are so rare because Morta has them all killed as soon as possible. You survived because you were turned by a powerful vampire, her renegade son."

"What?!"

"I don't know how your kind work because there's none of them to study bar you. And I don't know why, but Morta insists on killing the "sons of the sun" as she calls them. Till disobeyed Morta to be with Ziva all those years ago, and ever since she's hated him, but he's too powerful for practically any vampire to defeat him. It's why you survived, he took you under his wing. You should be thankful that she doesn't like getting her hands dirty, as she's preoccupied looking for the Moonstone. Who knows? Maybe she thinks Daywalkers are part of that prophecy that Till's dead lover had."

You were about to ask if Frau had anything on the prophecy as Till had told it to you that night in the forest, but just then, you heard a huge scream from upstairs! A mysterious voice yelled out:

"LINDEMANN! WHERE IS HE?!" 

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The four of you ran up to the ballroom to see what all the screaming was about. You drew Schneewittchen just in case, and Till's eyes widened as he saw who had called his name. There, in the middle of the ballroom with her silver katanas drawn, was the Witch. She had her motorcycle helmet on and her usual black leathers, so you couldn't see any of her features, and she turned to face Till.

"Lindemann. I've spent a long time looking for you." She said. "I knew that you were with that huntress, but I couldn't risk going for you in private. Oh no no no, every other vampire in the city would start getting ideas in their heads about me, and what I truly want. Well, it's you I want, Till, and I've been looking for you for centuries."

"Who the hell is she?!" Flake exclaimed. The helmet muffled the Witch's voice, making her sound different to how she did without it.

"Come now, Till. Don't you recognise me?" She said. Richard's eyes widened, and he hissed, bearing his fangs.

"Morta!"

Richard sprung at the woman in black, drawing him claws, only for her to roll out of the way. She swung her katana, and Richard hissed at the silver blade, backing off. Paul shadow-travelled behind her and grabbed onto her shoulders, trying to rip her helmet off, only for the Witch to claw at him and throw the short vampire off. He crashed into one of the mirrors, which promptly shattered.

"You'd better pay for that!" The Frau yelled, as the Witch pulled out a small pentacle. She bared it at Ollie, who hissed and backed away from her, only for Doom to grab it and try and wrench it out of her hands. Despite his ability to resist holy ground and religious imagery, it still stung like hell.

"Hands off me, pretty boy!" She snapped, and kicked him swiftly between the legs. Christoph gave a high pitched squeal, and the Witch stared down at Till. She reached for her helmet- only for a bullet to ricochet off of it. Shishi had crawled up to the chandelier and was shooting at the Witch, determined to protect her mistress. The Witch just stood there as she was shot, before grabbing a chair and throwing it at the Dhampir. It hit Shishi square in the chest and she fell from the chandelier with a shriek. She wasn't dead, but the fall knocked her out.

"I don't like to hurt other Dhampirs, but I don't appreciate that." She said. She kept heading towards Till, and you took your shot.

"You traitor! Frau Schneider creates all the Dhampirs to stand against Morta!" You yelled. "Why are you attacking us?" You drew your chain and used it to block the Witch's katanas, and she glared at you through her helmet.

"You idiot, I'm not attacking you. I came here peacefully and you were the ones who jumped to conclusions and attacked me! I wanted to reunite with Till publicly at an event for vampires not aligned with that bloody goddess, so you'd all see that I wasn't an enemy and I wouldn't have to slay any of you. And I wasn't even created by the Frau! I was created by Morana herself!"

"How could you want a monster like me, you stupid woman?" Till snarled from behind you. You heard bones crunch and skin shred, and felt the huff of fire against your back. Till had turned himself into a monster, using all his transformative abilities at once- wolf, eel, bat. He gave a huge shriek, spitting flames to the ceiling, but the Witch just gave a giggle.

"I always liked it when you turned into things, Till." And then, she reached up with one hand and pulled her helmet off. Till suddenly froze, and said in a small voice.

"Y/N. Drop your weapon."

"But she..."

"DROP IT!"

You did so, and turned to watch the Witch walk towards the hideous beast that Till had turned himself into. He looked like a bipedal bat with no fur, a huge maw full of fangs, red eyes and live eels that spat fire sprouting all over his back. The beast looked down at the Witch as he turned back into his human form, and only one word left his mouth.

"Ziva!"

***

Till and Ziva hugged in the wreckage of the ballroom, bloody tears falling from Till's eyes.

"But I thought you were dead! How can you still be alive?"

"When Morta killed me, your bloody tears fell into my mouth. I was washed downstream with my Morana pendant, and the goddess came to me. Just as the Devana pendant led to the creation of the huntresses, my Morana pendant created the Dhampirs." Ziva said. "It's quite a long story..."

The dark Goddess Morana stood over Ziva's corpse. She resembled some kind of angel of death with her eight wings, halo of frost, pale skin and long black hair in two braids. Her eyes were covered in black makeup and she wore nothing but witchy jewellery made of bones and silver over her skinny body. She looked genuinely dark and haunting, unlike Morta, who resembled a cheap Halloween decoration in comparison. She was furious at the goddess Morta poaching on her territory like this. She would need to be taught a lesson! And what better way to do that than by creating her own kind of vampire, one who hunted down those who killed them? Morana gave a screech, and Ziva gasped as her eyes turned orange and life flowed back into her. She was reborn, the first Dhampir, and her desire to slay Morta was almost as strong as her desire to find Till again. But he was hundreds of miles away down the river, and the sun was soon to rise. And she'd have to get used to being a Dhampir.

"Not today, but some day, you shall find your Lord again." Morana whispered. "Go and avenge yourself, my child."

"And ever since then, I've been looking for you and hunting down Morta's thralls." Ziva said. "But Till... I'm so glad I've found you again. I have crossed oceans of time to be with you." The couple embraced, and shared a long, sad, bittersweet kiss. They'd finally found each other again, after so long!

"Let me help you in fighting Morta's thralls. I gave the prophecy about her demise, I want to play a part in it." She said.

"I'd fight with you until I crumble away to dust, my sweet." Till said. He took her by the hands, and the two glided into the air, flying out the doorway and through the night sky together.

"Isn't it romantic?" Tillsau gushed. "I don't like it that she kicked you, Shishi. But aside from that, it's like something out of a fairytale."

"Well, I suppose I'm happy to have this mysterious Dhampir on the same side as us, against Morta." Frau Schneider sighed. "But she still broke my favourite mirror!" Flake looked up to the sky, watching Till and Ziva fly away, becoming smaller and smaller.

"I'm happy for you, Till." Was all he said, as a single gold tear fell from his eye. Then he wiped it away, and went to help clear up the ruined ballroom.

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Till and Ziva walked hand in hand through the midnight streets, the full moon shining overhead. It was a cold, crisp night, but they didn't mind. After all, Till didn't feel the cold due to his undead state of being and his fire-spitting ability, and Ziva (as she had been brought back to life by Morana, goddess of winter and the dead) could bend ice to her will just as Till bent flames. They walked together through the shadows, both dressed all in black. Ziva had eschewed her motorcycle leathers in favour of a long black gothic dress, and Till was in one of his sleeveless leather bodysuits.

"Ziva, I'm so sorry I didn't wait for you. All these years we've been apart, and... I had lovers, I'm sorry, but they could never compare to you. I was a glutton, stuffing myself to fill a void only you can fill." He said.

"Till, don't feel bad. You didn't know I was still alive in a way. I'm just glad to be back with you again." The two lovers kissed, and Till took her hands in his.

"Always and forever, my little sorceress?"

"For eternity, my dark lord." And they walked off into the night.

***

Meanwhile, you and the other members of the Rammstein pack were in the woods in one of the parks, practicing your hunting skills. It was full moon, so their senses were heightened, and you were buzzing with silver energy. The five vampires answered to your every beck and call, and you worked as a tight little team. The full moon shone brightly overhead, and you were all lit up by the silver glow.

"Feels good when it's this time of the month." Paul said. "Makes me wanna go wild."

"Would you mind if we transform? Our werewolf forms get a little cranky if they don't get let out every now and then." Doom asked you.

"Sure, go ahead. You'll need to train as wolves too." You said. Paul and Richard grinned at each other, and Flake gave a groan as he looked up to the full moon. His teeth turned to fangs, as claws burst from his fingers. Ollie let out a howl as his ears started to turn pointed, and Doom snarled viciously as fur sprouted all over his body. Paul grabbed his shirt and ripped it off as his face lengthened into a muzzle, whilst Richard's feet grew into paws and tore through his boots. Flake writhed as his spine lengthened and a tail started to wag behind him, and blonde fluffy fur grew all over him. The five of them grew in height, ripping off clothes as bones crunched and joints popped and fangs grew, until five anthro werewolves stood before you.

Two had brown fur, one was grey, one had black fur and the skinniest one was blonde. Flake's glasses had stayed on despite the whole transformation, which got a chuckle out of you. But these were no friendly, fluffy furries, and you knew that their huge frames and sharp fangs were designed to hunt and kill.

"What lovely puppies you are." You remarked with a little smirk. Ollie snarled at this, but Richard puffed up his chest and admired his claws.

"Wonderful specimens, aren't we?" He said in a voice much more deep and growly than usual. His collar had stayed on during the transformation, his moon pendant glittering against his midnight dark fur.

"Yeah, you're one hot werewolf, Scholle." Paul said, and the two lycans started to make out. Flake batted his eyes at you, and underneath the ragged remains of his trousers, you could see something rising.

"Are you in rut?" You asked.

"We're all in rut. Full moon is when vampires traditionally get horny. No clue why, our sperm is dead." Doom explained, awkwardly hiding his boner.

"But sex feels so much better with every sense heightened. Like smell... I can smell your arousal..." Ollie said with a low growl, sniffing the air. You smirked, and slowly undid the top buttons on your red jacket. The five werewolves bristled, toothy grins breaking out across their faces. Paul tore off the remains of his tattered clothes, revealing a hard, pulsing red cock, and the others shredded their clothes too. Five massive, throbbing knotted cocks were presented to you as you stripped naked, and drew Schneewittchen. You wrapped the chain around Flake's collar to act as a leash, and licked your lips.

"Richard, Paul, come and warm me up." You said. "We're going to have a long night."

The two werewolves knelt down, putting out their tongues, and Flake carefully lifted you up to present your pussy to their hungry slathering mouths.

"We'll be gentle, I promise." He said, adjusting his glasses on his snout. Paul started to lick your clit like it was a lollipop, and Richard pushed his tongue in and out of your pussy. You clenched and fluttered around their wet, hot tongues, pussy leaking arousal juices hungrily, and the scent of your weeping cunt just spurred them on more. Richard's tail wagged, and he eagerly started to slurp up your juices, really burying his face in your pussy, whereas Paul licked little circles on your clit, before teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

"Ooooh! Paul! Fuck, yes!" You gasped. Doom and Ollie glanced at each other, then moved up to you. Each of them took a nipple into their mouths, and started to suck your breasts as Flake kissed up and down your neck. Oh my fucking god! You were having an orgy with a pack of werewolves in rut! You moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure run through you, and the two werewolves eating your pussy pulled off with a grin.

"She's all yours, Flake. Give her a good knotting, she's absolutely begging for it." Richard said. Flake readjusted you and you took Paul and Ollie's cocks into your hands, holding one in each, and started to slowly jerk them off as Flake aligned the head of his cock with your pussy and pushed it in. You groaned, and pulled on the chain attached to his collar.

"That's a good puppy, fucking me nice and hard. Who's a good boy for his Mistress?"

"I am!" Flake whined, pushing more and more of his fat cock into you.

"Who's an obedient little pet?"

"I am!"

"Let's give our lovely Mistress a show." Paul said to Richard, lying back and pulling his legs up. Richard immediately got onto his knees and started rimming Paul, as the shorter man liked to bottom sometimes, and stretched his arsehole wide with his tongue. Richard spat on his paw and used it to lubricate his cock, and pushed it into Paul with a howl.

"Ooh fuck! Knot me, Richard!"

"Yeah, I'll knot you, fill you up nice and... Oooh!" Richard gasped as he hit Paul's prostate, and you were moaning and drooling as Flake got over his nervousness and fucked you hard. His eyes glowed gold, and you shimmered slightly silver as the two of you fucked. Your purple eyes were rolling back and you wailed as you came, squirting around Flake's cock. He pushed his knot into you and howled as he reached his peak, stuffing you with thick werewolf spunk.

"You're such a good boy!" You gasped.

"I'm a good boy! Gotta make my Mistress proud! Oh, Mistress, oh!" Flake wailed as he milked his big werewolf balls into you. Ollie and Doom both howled at the sight, and came on your face, before pulling off you and going off to snuggle together and fuck in the undergrowth. You watched them hump as Richard and Paul fucked, and you sat on Flake's lap, resting your head in his fluffy blonde chest fur as you felt his knot nestled inside your pussy.

"Let's stay like this for a while." You said. "But I wouldn't mind all of you having a go with me if you'd like."

"I love you, Mistress." Flake said, almost casually.

"Love you too, big boy." You replied, and nestled into his fur for warmth.

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Vampires don't dream. So what happened to Till that day, when he was snuggled close to Ziva slumbering in their coffin, was incredibly strange. He found himself standing in a dark forest in the dream, a familiar one, like the ones of Germania back when he was mortal. He didn't walk, but rather he glided towards a strange light, the way you move in dreams. Till knew in his soul that this place was old, older even than he was. He floated towards a clearing in the woods, where some kind of revelry was going on inside a huge ancient stone circle. Based on the flowers the revellers wore in their hair and the bonfire, he assumed it was midsummer night of some kind. The sun was still setting although it was late at night, and he flinched at the sight of the golden light, although it did not burn him in the dream. The revellers didn't notice him- they were instead drinking out of huge horns of sweet honey mead, eating fresh summer fruits and huge juicy joints of roasted meat, dancing around the bonfire, and all of them were chanting and singing their praises to an effigy.

The effigy was the size of a man, made of wood, the base decorated with offerings of sunflowers, keys and candles, and it had eyes made of little pieces of amber. It looked like a male figure, with a huge headpiece like the rays of the sun, in a long robe. Till saw that it glittered in the firelight, and he realised that there was gold decorating the effigy's sun headpiece.

"Hail ye, oh sun!" A priestess called. "Tonight, on the solstice, we welcome you! Our most honoured guest!" The sun set below the horizon with a green flash, and Till's eyes widened as the effigy lit up in the dark. In front of it appeared a man- a man made of flesh and blood with golden eyes, dressed in the glittering golden sun headpiece and long gold robe.

"My followers!" The sun god smiled.

"My lord!" The priestess grinned, and everyone cheered and raised their drinking horns as a toast.

"Hail to he of the golden gaze!"

"Hail to our key to fertility!"

"Hail to our lord who thins himself over winter so that he may rise again in spring and melt the frost! Hail to he who lives, dies and lives again! Hail to the walker of dawn, the thin one, he of shining eyes!" Everyone hollered and cheered, but suddenly, a huge shadow flashed over the bonfire and it went out. And from the shadows, skinny and black-robed, stepped Morta.

"Having a little party are we?" The death goddess smirked. A few of the humans drew their knives, but the sun god raised his hand to stop them.

"Now, Morta, this is the solstice celebration. My followers do it every year to thank me. And I'm sure your followers in Rome have offerings for y..."

"Enough! In a few winters, my Roman troops shall march on your Teotoburg forest. I know that if they succeed, they shall leave me offerings and prayer aplenty as thanks for killing your barbarians. If they don't, well... I've got plans. But I know that your barbarians will try and stop them in your honour. And even if my Romans lose and I birth my unholy creation into the world, there's still a problem. Your sun-rays are the one thing I can't make them immune against..."

"What are you saying, Morta?" The sun god demanded, putting himself between her and his followers so they wouldn't get hurt. "What is the meaning of this?"

"It's simple. I'm here to kill a god." Morta sneered.

"But that's impossible... No god can use their weapon to slay another!" The Sun god gasped. Morta laughed, and from behind her back, pulled a horrific looking scythe.

"Good thing I stole this from a Slavic death goddess then... It's not my weapon, but it'll soon be known as the Scythe of Morta, killer of the golden one, the Sunbane!" And on that note, she swung her scythe. The sun god screamed as she sliced his arm off, and the death goddess howled with glee as she charged towards his followers.

"No! Leave them alone!" The golden god shot a bolt of fire from his hand, and Morta screamed as she went up in flames. She howled as the shadows curled around his followers, ripping them all to shreds.

"Where is your precious sun god now?" She shrieked as she killed every last human in the clearing. She kicked the effigy over and casually swatted her burning robes at it so it went up in flames, the gold melting and wood burning into charcoal.

"And now, golden boy, you die." She spat.

"Kill me... And I'll come back. I'll take the form of one of your creations... And mark my words... Sun and moon shall together destroy you, Morta..." The sun god rasped with his dying breath. Morta just laughed, and swung down the scythe, as Till awoke in a cold sweat. The sun had just set, and he was shaking like a leaf in a storm.

"Till! What's wrong?" Ziva asked, awakening to see her lover in a state of complete terror.

"Just a dream... A weird dream." Till said. But he had a feeling it was something more than that. And what the Frau had said at the ball, about Morta killing Daywalkers for unknown reasons, stuck in his mind like a popcorn kernel inbetween two teeth. What on earth was going on?

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The next few weeks passed in an odd sort of haze. It wasn't exactly "happy" as you were spending your nights staking whatever was left of the Bloody Fangs and burning up Thralls, but there was almost a strange routine to it now. You woke up late in the day, scouted out Berlin in your civilian disguise and noted wherever any Thralls might be hiding, then headed back to your apartment at sunset and got your hunting gear on. You'd feed Lydia and she'd go out for her night watch on the cathedral, and then you'd head down to the Trudelturm to meet up with the pack and slay. Slowly, as the days went on, the numbers of Thralls grew fewer and fewer. Could you be finally seeing the last of them? Frau Schneider and her ladies maintained a frosty sort of silence around the Rammstein pack, but they were overjoyed with Ziva although she'd smashed up their ballroom.

"I like a lady who beats the shit out of Morta's little playthings and stands her ground. And why, you were created by Morana! She's always been a favourite goddess of mine." The Frau smiled . Her, her ladies, Ziva and you had met up to share information on the movements of the Thralla. Frau's pack mark was two crossed scythes and a corn dolly, both symbols of Morana.

"Our Lady used to have a sickle too, but it was taken from her by Morta and reforged into her scythe. It's why she's so hellbent on having me as a slayer." Ziva added.

"My sire left me for dead. So Lady Morana showed me mercy and she was the one who resurrected me. Your eyes widened as the Frau said this.

"You're a Dhampir?!"

"Of course I am! Why else would I be so keen on dear Ziva? Us Dhampirs have to stay together."

"And you're such a lovely Dhampir too!" Tillsau squealed, nuzzling Frau with her snout. Shishi gave a slight smile, and she was promptly nuzzled by her porcine girlfriend too.

"Ain't that cute?" Ziva asked. She then got up, and loaded her silver pistols.

"Come on, Y/N, let's go and slay." She grinned.

And so, life went on. You didn't sleep with Till anymore but you'd hook up with the other pack members, usually Flake. Till and Ziva were like two peas in a pod now, fire and ice, and they'd be constantly together. Till had told Ziva about his strange dream, and she'd pondered about it.

"Maybe since Morta is so active, some of the other old gods are coming back." She'd mused. "But a dead god? I've never heard of that. And a regenerating sun god with amber for eyes is even weirder." Till was still puzzled though, and currently you and Ziva were patrolling through the centre of Berlin, keeping watch for Morta's vampires. It was late and dark as pitch, and you saw Ollie walk out of an alleyway and head towards you.

"Oliver! Seen any?" You asked. But he kept walking, not speaking. He looked younger than he usually did, and he was without his collar and shirtless, his skin pale and waxy. He stopped in front of you, his head nodding, and he suddenly snarled.

"Stupid mortal bitch. You think I am that traitor? I am something far greater." You saw the mark of Morta on his hand, and your purple eyes widened as he attacked.

"Ollie, what the hell? What's gotten into you?" You yelled, parrying his attacks. This vampire wasn't moving like Ollie at all, and from out of the shadows charged another Ollie- this the older one you were familiar with- and slashed at the fake Ollie with his claws.

"Y/N, he's not me!" He cried, and you saw the silver collar on his throat. "He's... A copy? I don't know what it is but he's somehow me but loyal to Morta! Like a clone!" The copy moved faster than Ollie, and kept his blue eyes locked straight on you as he fought the other vampire, before charging at you and Ziva. She quickly shot him in the chest with her crossbow, but even the silver bolt didn't stop him! Was he immune to silver? You drew Schneewittchen and slashed with the blade end, cutting his head off and finally reducing him to dust just as Lydia came flying down from above, in a total panic.

"Y/N, big trouble! The tower's being attacked by imitators of the pack... And there's dozens of them!"

"They sent me to go and get help. Y/N, it's absolutely swarmed! And the silver doesn't damage them, so we'll have to wait until sunrise unless you get down there!" Ollie said, saying more words in that one gasp than you usually heard him say in a week. "Me and the pack can't decapitate them, because killing other vampire's a sure way to get Morta after us directly. We need you and Ziva!"

"Then let's go!" You cried, and the lot of you set off on a sprint towards the tower.