Male Reader X Various Characters

Happy Halloween (FemVampire X Male Reader)

  You were invited to a Halloween party by your friends for the night. You didn't know what exactly to go as and even told them you have work to do tonight, but they thought you were lying.

  Though you thought it would be perfect tor dress in your normal work attire for the night actually. Since it works as a "costume".

  It was simply just a black suit with a long dark coat dropped over it, and circular shades. Even bringing a few "props" along with you.

Rachel: (Y/N) don't leave the house without this.

  You turn to see your mother as she hands you your pepperbox.

Y/N: Thank you mother.

Rachel: You have your silver bullets?

Y/N: Yes.

Rachel: Hidden blades?

Y/N: Yes. Including the ones in my heels.

Rachel: Holy water? Silver knives? High velocity rounds? The syringe.

Y/N: Yes, yes, and most definitely. Also of course and I remember the rule.

Rachel & Y/N: Only use it as a last resort.

  She smiles as she places her hands over you and kisses your cheek.

Rachel: Goodbye sweety. Have a good hunt.

  Making your way out of the house you walk past all the trick or treaters to this parties location.

  Knocking on the door a girl dressed as a werewolf opens the door. You recognized her as your friends girlfriend Samantha.

Samantha: Oh you must be (Y/N). And what are you supposed to be?

  You offer a light bow.

Y/N: I'm Y/N Van Helsing. And I hunt monsters.

Samantha: Oh very nice. Now we can have some safety at this party. I love the coat, oh and I love that pepperbox. Looks very real.

Y/N: . . . Yeah, you have no idea how long it took to make.

  You say with a fake smile. Samantha invites you inside as you look around and notice all of the other children with Halloween costumes on. Sitting to the aide you mostly observe everyone as you just watch.

  As time goes on more people begin to spill into the house as it grows more populated and the music radiates through the house.

Y/N: This place is just full of horny children. I don't think I'll get any work done here.

  An ironic statement since you were only sixteen, but still. You answered to a higher power.

  You sigh until you feel a hand lightly tap your shoulder. Turning quickly and nearly drawing your pepperbox, you turn to see your friend Sean.

Sean: Hey you alright? You've been looming in the corner all night.

Y/N: More than fine. I thrive by myself.

Sean: Dressed like that everyone can tell. You stand out like a sore thumb. Got talk to someone, make some friends or even a girlfriend maybe.

  You honestly never thought about that. You've done nothing but train to fight monsters your entire life, killing a zombie at the age of 5, then a witch at the age of 7, then a witch by the age of 10. And with your clan all gone or in hiding, the only remaining Van Helsings were you and your mother to your best memory.

  So the outside world and it's people were a mystery to you, apart from Sean. But you still prioritized work all the time. Though you would eventually have to continue the bloodline, so maybe finding a suitable mate would work best.