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You should probably have listened to Rose when she told you not to go to a fucking cemetery at 3AM. You never believed any of her magic-wizardry-witchcraft-whatever-it-is bullshit, but the new camera sitting in your bedside table was basically screaming at you to take some pictures, and looking at several aesthetic cemetery photos on tumblr all day has made you inspired enough to go take your own. Your fascination for dead things preceded you, so you didn’t even have to open your mouth to your sister before she told you how much of a bad idea it was. But knowing you, and knowing that there’s no way for anyone to stop you once you’ve put your mind into something, she made you a protection amulet, which you put in the left pocket of your jacket before grabbing your stuff and leaving for your dead of night photography session.
The thing is, you have a good ear for stuff. You were raised by your Bro, for fuck’s sake. You can always tell when people are sneaking behind you, nothing takes you by surprise. But again, you should probably have fucking listened to Rose, because if you did, you wouldn’t be scared shitless right now, as another human being just creeps up behind you.
“You’re new here.” the figure says. You turn around in shock. The person behind you has very pale skin, looking almost greyish in the strange light of the cemetery. Her white teeth are pointy and reflect the moonlight above the both of you, shiny. She gives you a smile.
“At the cemetery? Not a place people visit often, y’know.”
“No one you know is buried here?” she sounds almost amicable. You’re still wary of her, the way she basically appeared behind you inaudibly is still offputting.
“Damn, that’s how you talk to people you’ve never met? What if I’m visiting the rotting body of my beloved deceased mother, who passed away tragically and left her daughter alone, succumbing to trauma and pain from losing her only parent so early in her life?”
“Fuck, you talk a lot. Anyways. You’re not visiting a dead parent, are you?” she walks to your side, taking a look at the camera hanging on your neck.
“Nah, just wanna take some pics for my blog.” the pale girl nods, and chuckles a small laugh “Your name?”
“I’m Karkat. You?”
“Dove.”
You accept that you now have company in your past midnight cemetery stroll, so you turn on your camera and start doing what you came here to do; photography. While you search for the best angles to take shots of some cool graves, the weird girl, Karkat, accompanies you. As nice as she seems, you can’t help but get a weird feeling from her, almost as if the aura around her is cold. You mentally thank Rose for the protection amulet she gave you, blindly believing that the small glass vial with herbs and spells inside will shield you from any supernatural evil force. Not that you think Karkat’s a ghost or anything, or even if she was, not that you’d be scared of ghosts. You know for a fact humans can be much worse than any creepy spiritual being.
Lost in your train of thoughts, you barely notice as Karkat sits in a grave and locks her eyes on you. They seem almost… red? Which again, could be the fuckass lighting of the cemetery playing tricks on your mind, cause when you focus on them a little more, they seem black again.
You turn the camera off, and put the strap around your neck once more, camera resting on your chest. You sit by Karkat’s side on the grave. Which is kind of disrespectful to the dead, if you think about it. So you just don’t.
“Done with your photos?” Karkat asks you, and you can almost hear a smile on her voice.
“Yeah, think I got what I needed already. What are you doing here, by the way?”
She evades your question by suddenly getting up, a movement which would have startled you, the way she moves making absolute no sound. But you’ve got your eyes on her now, so her abrupt movement wasn't able to surprise you anymore. She takes your hand, and starts running towards the end of the cemetery, dragging you along with her, making you almost trip on your own feet.
Her steps get back to a normal rhythm as soon as a chapel comes into view. The building seems abandoned, walls decaying and full of graffiti, doors and windows barricaded by wooden slats.
“Thought you’d like to take some photos here, before you leave.” She smiles at you, and once more, you can’t help but notice how pointy her canine teeth are. But you’ve gotta hand it to her: she’s right, the chapel is a nice spot and you wouldn’t even have noticed it if it wasn’t for her dragging your ass here. “Come, I know a way in.”
She takes you to the back of the building, a non-barricaded door hidden away by overgrown bushes and vines. She scoots them to the side, kicking the door open and motioning for you to enter, and you do.
Inside, the chapel doesn’t look abandoned at all, which is weird, compared to the looks from outside. Wooden benches neatly kept, with a fine layer of dust on top, candles eerily lit up around the room, making the place quite intimidating, but somehow cozy. It smells like mold and time.
“I thought this place was abandoned. It’s so well kept inside, though.”
“There’s nothing abandoned here, I’m literally here, idiot.”
Karkat takes a seat by one of the benches, and after staring at the visuals for a while, you turn on your camera again and walk around taking clicks, too immersed in your own mind, trying to take the best shots. Still, every once in a while, you check back to where Karkat’s sitting, her soundless movements have frightened you enough, you want to keep her in your field of vision to avoid more scares.
“You can stop looking back, dumbass. If anything were to happen to you, it would’ve gotten you by now, given your lack of survival skills.”
“Wow, rude much? You were the one who carried me all the way here.”
“Yet you’re still here, the door’s open.”
You give up arguing with her, and decide to take her words for granted. If anything were to happen, it had plenty of chances to attack you. Not because of your great survival skills. Yes, they are great. Being here right now has nothing to do with it. Shut up.
You get back to doing your own stuff, and after a few good minutes of clicking around, you unconsciously let your guard down, letting your mind wander while you focused solemnly on framing the best angles possible. To no one’s surprise except your own, you are, once again, alarmed by Karkat, who all of a sudden spawned behind you, speaking in a voice so quiet it’s essentially a whisper.
“You’re the type of person who’d die first in a horror movie, you know that?”
Her voice runs chills through your entire body, and you’re not sure if it's due to her quick (and again, lowkey creepy) appearance behind you,to her close proximity to you, basically whispering in your ear, or due to the oddity of the phrase just said. It makes you give a startled jump, accidentally dropping your camera. As you pick it up, you’re ready to scorn at her for making you drop such an expensive, sensitive material—
As soon as you turn around, with your mouth open to begin cursing, you’re greeted by her mouth going for yours. You were always so good at reading people, good at figuring out their moves before they even thought about it, but somehow it just is so hard to read Karkat. So when you turned on your heels, and her lips were on yours, it caught you in a shock. You quickly move back by impulse, your arms softly pushing her away from you.
“Shit. Did I misread it? Fuck, Dove, sorry.” something sounds… sincere about it. Almost as if she’s scared that you’re actually going to leave right now. And weirdly enough, you’re not going to. It is how they say, y’know, if you’re in hell, might as well kiss the devil. Or in this case, if you’re in a creepy abandoned chapel at almost 4AM (or at least that's the time you think it is right now), kiss the weird girl who is melting on your lips. Something like that.
So you reach for her again, pressing your lips against hers, confidently, this time. She opens her mouth, and lets her tongue slide against yours. The kiss quickly turns into something hungry, desperate. She presses you against the wall, hands on each side of you. Your feet stumble while you try to regain composure as you’re pushed back, hands searching for something to ground on, fingers scraping on the wall, leaving a small cut with a tiny drop of blood appearing. Before you can even mutter ouch, Karkat grabs your hand almost by instinct, and licks your bleeding finger while looking directly at your eyes. And you swear to God you saw her eyes shimmer with that red glow again. As the blood gets in contact with her tongue, she lets a guttural sound escape, it’s as if tasting your blood is… pleasurable for her, somehow.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
“You know that’s weird to say, right? People don’t normally bring each other to an abandoned church and suck blood out of their fingers.”
“But you liked it, didn’t you?” and you’d be lying if you said her sucking your finger just now didn’t make heat pool in your stomach. But you’re not about to admit it to this creepy-ass girl. “I can smell it on you.”
The fuck? Shit’s getting weirder by the minute. And by shit’s you mean Karkat. With her currently smiling wide at you, you again take sight of her pointy canine teeth. And now that you’re getting a clearer look at them, they kind of resemble… fangs? Okay. That sure is weird. Combining the fucking fangs with the red glimmer on her eyes you’ve managed to get a glimpse twice now, plus the whole deal about finding this eerie girl at a cemetery at 3AM, you feel your brain slowly working things out, synapses finally happening, and coming to a not so logical conclusion.
“You’re a vampire.”
“Took you long enough, pretty girl.” With no reason to hide her identity anymore, Karkat puts her fangs on full display, running her tongue over them, letting it nibble a little bit of blood out of the tip of her tongue. Her eyes, now fully red, look directly at you, with some kind of hunger in them. That should not make you feel horny. It definitely shouldn't.
You grab Rose’s spell charm from your pocket, holding it firmly in your hands, gesturing it to Karkat. She merely holds a laugh looking at you.
“Really? Herbs? Humans are adorable when they think they can actually do something.” you feel defeated by her remark, your arm slowly raising down, putting the vial in your jacket again, “Besides, I can feel your thoughts, you know. And…” she walks closer to you, fixed glaze on your eyes “you don’t want me to leave. Not really.”
Fuck your brain, Strider. Fuck being horny over rational. Fuck you, and fuck your stupid ass brain for priorizing hooking up with a fucking hot vampire girl than being safe. And mostly, fuck your anatomy for making your pussy throb so hard for Karkat, that she can fucking feel it with her fucking vampire powers or something. Fuck everything.
She goes for your mouth again, and this time, you’re too defeated to even fight against it. If she wanted to hurt you or anything, she had plenty of time to do that already, and she even has said so herself. So, maybe this vampire girl just wanted sex. And again, fuck you! Because you did too.
You part your lips for her, inviting her tongue in again. Karkat deeply appreciates your move, tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth. You let yours explore her mouth too, and when your tongue accidentally touches her fang, you decide to fully let your kinky thoughts take control of you, pressing your tongue against the sharp tooth until it draws blood. Karkat moans when she feels the rusty taste of your blood between you. She sucks on your tongue and lets her mind go wild with lust as your hot blood spreads in her mouth. She keeps moaning against your lips, the taste of metal filling both of your mouths.
Her body is pressed so close to yours you’re sure you’d be able to feel her heartbeat against your chest, should she have it. Boobs brushing against each other, hers so big and perky it would be immoral for her to still be covered up. Acting purely on your horny impulses, you take your hands to her waist, grabbing her shirt and lifting it up.
She gladly lets you undress her torso, returning the favor and dropping your jacket off of your shoulders before lifting your shirt too. Breaking the contact between your lips should be illegal, but watching Karkat’s disheveled face and plump, red tinted lips as she lifts her shirt is a view directly from the heavens. Or in this case, from hell. Do vampires come from hell? Before letting your mind go on a full-on tangent about vampires and their upbringings, Karkat’s mouth finds your nipple. She nibbles on the left one, and you can feel how attentive she is being with her fangs on your perky nub, careful enough to not hurt you.
Her kisses follow upwards, and she reaches for your neck, your body tenses up as her mouth gets closer to the sensitive skin there. You freeze up, unintentionally dodging her mouth.
“You don’t have to look at me like that. I’m not going to bite you.” she gives your neck a wet, open mouthed kiss, “At least, for now.”
Your mind should worry about that comment, you’re sure it is trying its hardest to send a flight or fight signal to your body, but you just can’t act on it when her mouth feels so good against your neck. Even if it’s strange to feel her nose on your skin and not feel any air breathing out of it.
While her mouth is on your neck, sucking the skin there and leaving marks that surely will be there for days, her hands are exploring your sides.
Karkat’s hands are kneading your breasts, index finger ever so often grazing lightly on your hard, recently bitten nipple. You don’t even try to contain the moans coming out of you, mind completely numb with pleasure.
With her mouth still on yours, tongues sliding against each other in a desperate motion, she walks you towards the altar located at the center of the chapel. She turns you backwards and bends you there. The altar’s wood is cold, it’s the middle of autumn, after all. And the few spaces left without slabs at the windows let a faint breeze in, making the cold air hit your naked back. Your entire body shivers, from the cold of the weather and the hot of Karkat’s touches.
She goes for your jeans, pulling them down. You’re left exposed, ass up, and nothing but your red underwear on display. She takes her sweet time kissing your back, hands grabbing a fistful of your ass. She grabs on your face to turn it sideaways, so she can give you sloppy kisses before going for your back again.
“If you- hhhhn- if you bite me, will I turn too? Into a vampire?” you say between moans, hard to form a comprehensive thought when a sexy vampire girl is giving her full attention to every part of your body she can touch.
“Transformation only happens if I bite your neck.”
“Bite me, then.” and you hear her whispering fuck above you, almost as if she has been holding something back this whole time and you just told her to let it loose “I mean, not on the neck. But anywhere else, please.”
And now you’re definitely sure that is something Karkat has been waiting to hear, because as soon as the words leave your mouth, she goes straight for your shoulderblade, softly biting the skin there. The way her teeth press against your skin is so careful, it’s barely a proper bite.
“You can- aah, shit, just bite me harder.”
“Your skin is so delicate I’m afraid of actually hurting it.”
“... This isn’t your first time with a human, is it?”
“Uh, no? Maybe?” she hides her face in your shoulder again, “Shut up.”
She sounds flustered. It's adorable.
She bites the skin there again, this time, breaking the skin just a little bit so she can taste your blood. When she straightens her body to push hair out of her face, you take a full look at her and you decide that if having sex with this hot vampire is something that is going to get you killed, it will 100% be worth it. Her pale skin gives the impression to be glowing when reflected by the candle lights, her mouth is wet with blood. With your blood.
Still on the altar, you turn your back so you’re able to properly face her, and sit upwards. You cling your body to hers, letting your hands explore every bit of skin she has on display for you, her skin is cold to the touch but something about this moment makes it almost burn as you touch her, as if it’s sparking every time your skin meets hers.
Your legs are curling around her body, with your own body moving against hers to get every bit of friction possible. She senses how desperate you are and kneels down in front of you, taking your panties down with her before spreading your legs open with her hands. The view of her kneeling in front of you in this church is almost magical, makes you feel like a God being worshipped, her eyes looking at you as if you’re her lord and savior. And Karkat makes sure to worship you like one.
The teasing is endless with Karkat, showering the inside of your thighs with kisses and every once in a while leaving a bite, sending a sharp pain across your body that makes you wetter each time. She makes sure to drag a long lick wherever the bite manages to draw blood, savoring your taste like you’re some fine delicacy.
The building up is getting you crazy, you need her mouth to finally lick your clit desperately, but it seems like she’s making sure to touch every inch of you except where you need her to.
“Do I have to invite you in for you to finally eat me out?”
“I haven’t seen people in a while, okay? Excuse a woman for enjoying herself, damn.” she sounds almost offended by your remark. She takes one last bite on your thigh, a deeper one this time, more blood oozing out of it. She gets her tongue fully coated with it before dragging her tongue on your clit, smearing your cunt with your own blood. The feeling of her coarse, cold tongue against your hot core is almost too much. Your legs shiver with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. She thrives on seeing you enjoying yourself.
“Your skin is so pale I can see your veins.” she says between each kitten lick she’s giving you, again, not giving fully what you want. Always a tease with her. “You’re so pretty.”
The sudden compliment makes your face even redder, the whole thing about having sex with her was okay, but being complimented during it wasn’t in your vampire sex bingo card. You thought she wanted you only because you’re the first human to give her attention, not because she actually found you pretty.
But the way she is moaning while eating you out makes your mind shift that thought. She’s enjoying herself way too much to not find you at least a bit attractive, and her pauses to look up at your face from time to time can attest to that. With each moan she lets out while her tongue rubs between your folds, it sends a vibration straight to your soul, overwhelming you. You’re a mess of aaah’s and Karkat, Karkat’s.
She sucks on her index finger, coating it with saliva before slowly inserting a digit inside of you, basking at every noise you give her while she gradually adds one more finger inside. After some time of just testing waters with you, pumping them in and out, she meticulously curls them at just the right spot. Her finger keeps rubbing against it with precise movements while her tongue is still working at your clit, finding the ideal rhythm to it. You’re seeing stars, vision blackening and white spots claiming your vision, you’re close, you’re so close.
“Karkat, shit, Karkat- I’m gonna- nhhhnhg”
Before you’re able to finish what you were going to say, Karkat presses against your g-spot one more time, and you’re coming undone in her mouth. Legs shaking, back arching and a shockwave running through your body, straight into Karkat’s mouth. She only takes her mouth off of you when you’re so sensitive you begin to get squirmish, so she crawls up to the altar to lay on top of you. You take your mouth to hers, the taste of your own fluids (not blood, this time) spreading between your mouths. Karkat is grinning happily against your lips, and feeling her smiling against you makes you smile, too.
You spend a while riding down your high, running your warm hands on her cold undead body while sloppily kissing. As weird as this entire situation is, it feels right. It feels right to be laying on an altar at god-knows-what-time-it-is with a sexy vampire girl. It feels right to lay down with Karkat.
When you’re finally returning to your senses, Karkat helps you dress back, making sure to keep kissing your back, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your wrists… She kisses every bit of you with such devotion that it deeply aches you that you have to leave her here, alone. By now, you’ve figured out that this chapel is probably where she stays, the cleanliness of the place and her knowing her way in being proof of that. It hurts you that she’ll be here, cold and alone. Fuck it that she’s a vampire and fuck that yes, you are getting overly attached to your first hookup, okay? Leave a girl with deep attachment issues alone.
Karkat is cleaning her mouth on her shirt, leaving a few bloodstains from the rest of your blood that managed to still be in her face. While she is occupied with it, you turn on your camera again and snap a candid pic of her. That’s at least a way you’ll be able to revive this moment.
“...Dove?” you look up at her, face now clean of any blood. “You didn’t forget I’m a vampire, did you?”
“Fuck, shit. You won’t show up in photos.” she laughs at your disappointment, and it’s so comical that she’s a vampire when her laugh sounds like it came directly from the skies, making your heart skip a beat with every gasp for air between her loud laugh. Having the memory of this sound sticking in your brain is worth more than any picture of her you could’ve taken. What if there’ll be no physical memory of this moment? Having lived through it and getting to hear her laugh is more than enough for you.
With the both of you dressed up, you begin heading for the chapel’s back door, heart aching for leaving her behind. When you’re a few steps away from the door, you feel her cold aura emerging from behind you. It’s funny that you weren’t able to sense the shift in air before, now it seems so obvious to you.
“Keep this.” she says, shyly, and hands you a rosary. At the end of the rosary, instead of a cross, there’s the cancer sign symbol engraved in gold. “I’ll sense it when you grab it. You’ll just have to invite me in.”
You give a last kiss to her lips, before getting on your feet again. While you make your way home, you press the rosary so hard in your hand you think the cancer symbol is going to be marked on your palm by the time you arrive there.
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When you finally get to bed, you go to sleep still thinking about Karkat, excited about tomorrow's night, when you’ll get the rosary now neatly kept inside your drawer and invite her into your home.