The Bow And The Arrow (Yandere!vampires x GN!reader)

Chapter 4 - The Spark And The Burn

The crunch of your shoes on the leaves and sticks of the forest floor is all you can hear. You know they're behind you, that the soldiers stalk your every move. But you can't hear it. You can't tell where they are, how far behind you they are - how close. They could be breathing right down your neck, and you wouldn't even be able to tell.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle, and you rub at the spot.

You're... scared.

The admission makes you froth with rage. You hated being scared. Especially of them, of the blood-suckers.

You didn't need to be scared. You were strong now, you'd prepared. A myriad of traps littered these woods, and you were walking these assholes to the worst of them.

Would it kill them? You didn't know, but it was the best shot you had.

Your hand moves to your back pocket, where a set of keys sit. A set of car keys to be exact, one for a car that didn't work anymore. You'd never actually seen a working car outside of the Walls, but that didn't mean they didn't exist. Anyway, it wasn't the jangling keys that were important.

It was the bluetooth button attached to them, the ones that used to open a car from a distance. It had taken you two years to figure out how it worked, and even longer to apply it.

But you had, and now it was your greatest weapon. That is, if it'd work today. Your machines were always a bit finicky. You gulp down the bile rising in your chest. God (if you're even real, in a world like this), please make it work today.

...Please.

"When are we getting there?" Silvan asks, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. He sounded like Asa, a literal child. These vampires were disappointing you.

You hoped they'd continue to do so.

"Soon!" you shout over your shoulder, continuing your trudge through the woods.

Finally, the shed comes into sight. It's a shabby building, made with planks of wood you'd scavenged and a tin roof you'd had to tear off some other house. It was fine, it wasn't like anyone lived there anymore.

"Here it is," you say, your voice a little too high pitched for your liking. Your hand twists in your pocket, finger grazing over the button. You still can't hear their footprints, so you don't know where they are.

You need this to be perfect - otherwise, you weren't making it out of here alive.

It's quiet for a moment longer, before a long drawn-out sigh echoes through the woods.

"It smells like silver-"

Fingers dig into the button, triggering the trap. You hear one loud 'beep', releasing the flurry of cross-bolts. Hundreds of silver-capped arrows fly through the air, the breeze throwing your hood back. There's too many of them to dodge, for even the strongest of vampires. The satisfying 'crunch' as they enter the soldiers' bodies ring through, and you turn with gritted teeth.

The fight begins.

You whirl around on your feet just to see one red eye flash as Daire tackles you to the ground. Your back slams into the earth, breath beaten out of you. He pins you to the ground, face mere inches away from you. You gag at the sight of the bolt that's gone clean through his eye. The remaining eye's pupil is a pin-prick. Daire snarls, teeth flashing to your neck.

You shove the chain of your cuffs in his mouth, blocking the killing blow. His fangs cut through the enchanted metal like butter, finding your wrist. They slice into your skin. You scream.