Vampire's Don't Have 'Mates' (Deacon Brucke x Reader)

Vampires Don't Have 'Mates'

You couldn't remember exactly when you zoned out Nick; it might have been between the constant exclamations of 'I'm Twilight!' or him listing various bars the guys could go to. Either way, you were already half-way through the park, and about to ask the guys how far away you were from the flat, when Deacon began to sniff the air vigorously as if he'd smelt something foul.

"I can smell werewolves," the raven-haired man suddenly announced. The group paused, and you could feel your heart rate increase at the thought of an encounter with one. You'd never met any in Wellington (well, not any to your knowledge), but with the stories you'd heard, you were glad you hadn't.

Vlad responding quickly, mumbling a curse under his breath as he turned to the camera crew documenting them. He motioned for them to come closer, speaking in a low and foreboding tune, "we're just about to walk past some werewolves, so some shit might go down." Your reflexes kicked in, and you chose 'flight', not getting very far before you were tugged behind Deacon.

Fuck.

Your heart involuntarily fluttered at the vampire's firm (and dare you, caring?) action. All the work you had done over the past week to quash down your lingering heart-throbbing feelings for him were coming undone; it was a constant struggle not to confess everything to him. But, the fear of losing your best friends for a crush that might not even be reciprocated stopped you every time.

When the feelings first emerged, you figured it was due to the close bond you shared with your flatmates; it wasn't until one dark and sleepless night, when you realized the thoughts keeping you up weren't of Vlad or Viago stealing tender kisses and holding you — only Deacon. It was then you realized that you'd u̶n̶w̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶y̶ ̶u̶n̶w̶i̶s̶e̶l̶y̶ fallen for the crude vampire; even given his pugnacious nature, there was something that drew you in. As time went on, the deeper your feelings consumed you.

As your group moved as one, you noticed there was another group of men walking in your direction. You kept your eyes glued to the back of Deacon's jacket, trying to not pay them any attention.

"Watch out guys, don't catch any fleas." Deacon said as you passed the group. Your eyes grew wide as you suppressed a shocked laugh, hoping that they hadn't heard his comment. Maybe they weren't actually werewolves, but a bunch of guys on a midnight walk! Unfortunately, they had and were all rightfully offended. "What?" Your combative vampire asked with an amused smirk, noticing how his small jab had affected them.

"We heard that mate, we've got sensitive hearing!" The man in the jacket quickly responded. You weren't much help, too awed that 'wow, they're actually werewolves'; Vlad tried to meditate the chaos, but even he couldn't do much for damage control. As the chaos unfolded, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that Deacon had begun walking towards the group. In a desperate attempt to control him, you grabbed the back of his black-banded military jacket, only to be shook off with ease.

"I do!" He announced, walking towards them. "Have I got your hackles up?" He asked, his features twisting into a wide and fanged smile as he further goaded the werewolves. "Why don't you girls smell your own crotches, huh?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Viago shook his head and attempted to apologize for his friend's rude behavior, which fell on deaf ears.

"We don't smell our own crotches, we smell each others', and it's a form of greeting." The glasses wearing werewolves said, earning a shared look of disgust between you and Viago. How the hell did a night on the town turn into learning about disgusting (and yet informational) looks into werewolf social gestures?