Stephen felt very much at peace after giving up the title of sorcerer supreme and settling back into the old habits of a surgeon. He had thought being a vampire would be a major drawback until it had healed his hands. Until he had people who he coul...
Wanda pulled the girl against her chest as she shook with silent tears. "Its okay, Stephen will be alright." She knew though Y/N said she didn't want either of them, she could never watch her mate getting mauled. Furthermore, the fight was way too brutal for her to watch. Maybe bringing her here wasn't a good idea after all. All she could do know was sooth Y/N till Stephen was able to break through the wolf's hold. She looked up worried at his friend, who was withering under the beast. If he didn't break free soon, Bucky would be successful in ripping off his head from his torso before tossing it into the fire.
As if listening to her unspoken concerns, Stephen finally managed to swap their positions. Now the piercing screams of the vampire were replaced by horrifying, agonised howls. He wasted no time in digging his fangs through its black fur, and clenching them till his inhumane howls became thin, despairing bark-howls and then choking whimpers - the cry of hurt. Though Bucky had tried to finish him off completely, he wasn't going to take his life. He kept drawing as minimum blood as necessary till the wolf stopped trying to squirm out from under him.
Y/N finally opened her eyes as the screams subsided. Relief flooded through her as she noticed through her tear-filled vision that Stephen was no longer the prey but predator. But it was short-lived. Red viscous fluid was still oozing from his neck. Underneath him, the ferocious beast was withering in capitulation. After a full long minute, he let go, spat out blood - the wolf's blood - and trudged away from him.
Stephen staggered across the clearing, towards Y/N who had successfully managed to stop her tears and was clutching to Wanda as her lifeline. She swallowed hard, as she took in his form. Against expectations, the alpha did not look triumphant; he did not even seem especially pleased with the success. What part of him wasn't covered in red was white- while as milk, and chalky; and his eyes... The terror screamed through Y/N. They weren't soft grey ones that had met her brown ones few minutes back. His eyes were murderously black - the pupils filled the entire iris. They slowly started to revert to their original form. She tumbled a few steps back as he approached near.
"Don't touch me, I'm not your property or anything," Y/N cried out on top her lungs, surprising herself with the intensity of her voice, not knowing whether it was fear, despair, or anger that caused it. Maybe it was all of them. "So presumptuous," he snarled, brushing past her. Tears brimmed her eyes once again as she cursed herself for the wrong assumptions. She looked back at his limping, retreating form and wished to take away all his pain.
"Stephen," Tony called out, "you need to hunt." He stopped in his tracks and nodded. "Give me some minutes to recover first," he spoke heavily, and then winced. He felt something tugging away the pain sharply. He winced once again. "Fuck...," he heaved, "Wanda, is that you?"
"No," the witch answered, her eyes incredulously fixated on Y/N. "Y/N is doing it... I can feel it." Like others, Y/N stared at Wanda, not understanding what she and Stephen were talking about. "It's faint... she is unaware of what she is doing," the witch concluded.
But then Y/N felt something odd. Like the air around her was shifting. Then kicked in the sickening sensation of her insides being wrung out. She grasped and fell unto her knees. Wanda had caught her before she hit the ground. "Stop it... you'll kill yourself... you aren't trained to do it," Stephen hissed, coming to her side. "Stop what?" She asked, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Stephen pondered a moment about how to explain her. "Try not to think about easing Stephen's pain," Wanda helped in. Y/N nodded weakly and complied. Soon she felt the pain wash away.
Suddenly all the vampire heads snapped in northern darkness. "How close?" Tony asked. "Two minutes," Peter answered.
"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, puzzled. But nobody paid any attention to her question. "Leave now," Tony ordered, his eyes flickering between Y/N and Stephen. "Won't be able to make much far without my sling ring."
"Let him or her come," Thor declared, flexing his muscles. In a split second all the Rochesters were scattered in position, in a fight like stance. Instinctively, Stephen pulled Y/N close to his body. Unlike her, he wasn't much concerned about staining her clothes with his blood. As she attempted to pull away, she earned a grumble from him. "Stay very still, keep quiet and don't try to move away from me, please." He reached out and materialized his cloak from thin air.
"It's of no use," Jane spoke, from the front of the formation, as the cloak wrapped around Y/N, "I can still smell her from here." Y/N human eyes couldn't spot her in the darkness, only her ears could hear faint incoherent words. "I know," Stephen rumbled in frustration.
They all waited in silence for a few long seconds before they heard Jane's concerned cry, "Thor!"
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"BROTHER!!!" His voiced boomed, as he leapt on the moving vampire, tumbling both of them to the forest floor. "Get off me you oaf," a silken voice echoed. Though his voice was heavy with resentment, nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around his brother lightly. All of them, except Y/N, eased from their position and gathered closely like before. Though it had turned out to be a false alarm, Stephen wasn't convinced to let go of Y/N. Besides all the noise, had scared Y/N enough to cling to his blood-soaked torso, like her she had seen- heard a ghost. She further sank into him, as the raven haired man dressed in all black steeped into her visibility.
Examining rest of the coven members, he shiny green eyes finally set on Stephen and Y/N. "Looks like I missed something."
"Yeah, brother you missed the best Omega Fight of the decade," Thor boomed. "Stephen here just had beaten Bucky to death, before letting go."
"Not before bleeding himself to death, I see," he remarked. All of them waited of Stephen to snap back like he always does but he just clenched his jaw in response. "And who that lucky Omega might be?" He toyed with words further as if the answerer wasn't obvious. "You mortal?" He raised an eyebrow at Y/N, grinning wide enough to shine his pointed fangs.
"What do you want, Loki?" Stephen calmly spoke breaking the unnerving silence. "Nothing, doctor," he chimed.
"Should I take your presence here as a sign of the Council tumbling to rubble?" Tony intervened, his tone thick with sarcasm. "You can," Loki answered.
"It's nice to see you after a long time Mr. Loki," Peter butted in the conversation trying to lighten the air. "Nice to see you too Spider-vamp boy," he spoke with a warm tone, unaccustomed to others. "It was a long journey from Norway," he continued, "Anybody cares to join me for a hunt?"
"Sure brother," Thor opted.
"Me too," Peter responded, Tony grimaced. "Fine, Stephen?" Tony looked expectantly at the only person who was in dire need of a hunt. "You all go, I'll catch up."
In a heartbeat they were all gone. "Wanda... Pepper will you drive her home?"
"Of course Stephen," Pepper answered promptly, "Wanda fetch the car, I'll take Y/N to the edge of the forest."
Waiting for Stephen to lighten his iron grip, Y/N looked up, unsure whether she was going to meet the usual calm face or a ferocious vampire. Though he had softened, but his stare had unbearable intensity. She looked down, way into the strange, dark forest, suddenly aware of his closeness.
Snowflake melted on her skin when cold lips were pressed against her thin hair. The feeling fleeted slower than the lips that left as abruptly as they had come in contact, nor was Stephen anywhere near her. All she was left of him was his cloak.
"Come dear," Pepper cautiously called her fearing the girl was on the edge of having a breakdown.
