WLW One shots.

5. blood lust ⚠️

Happy new year loves.

Warnings: blood, smut, thunder.

Wordcount: 1377

I pull my hoodie over my head and slide my arms through the holes, I pull the sleeves up to my elbow and I walk myself downstairs towards the kitchen.

This house is too cold. Too quiet.
Too empty for one soul to fill.

It gets so lonely in my home, should I call it as such. I'm on my own, in a house that needs filling, 6 bedrooms and only one of them is occupied. What is the point if I have nobody to share it with.
I'll Be willing to have anyone to fill the emptiness.

I slide my feet Infront of the fridge and take out my apple juice, I pour myself a glass and place the jug back on the shelve and close the door, as I am about to go back upstairs, there is a frantic knock on my door.

At 1:12am on a Saturday night.

The knocking gets quicker and louder.
I place my glass back down on the counter and reach for the draw on the bottom of the island, I take my pocket knife and flip it open.

I take quiet steps towards the door and cautiously turn the handle, I open the door fully to see a tall, dark-blond haired woman stood in-between the wooden framing.

She has a set stance and a muscular build, but the thing that scared me was she was covered in blood.
She has gashes in her black cargos, her belt was coming undone, the tight dark shirt had been slashed with a blade and was wet with blood.

"Please ma'am, the men, I lost them about a block away but I'm afraid they'll catch up. I beg of you, let me in, please." The woman begged in fear.

I nodded my head quickly and move to the side, she slid passed me and I shut the door, sliding the latches closed, locking the men out if they were to find where she was.
And locking us in. I closed the knife and placed it in a bowl on a little set of draws, along with my keys.

I turn around to watch her wobble on her feet, her tactical boots unlaced and teasing to  slip off her feet.

"Sit down, you're hurt." I place my hands around her waist and I gently push her towards the kitchen island, I set her down on a chair.

Her knees spread apart, her head hanging low, looking at her shoes.

"I have a medical kit in my cupboard. Stay sat." I take out the black box and bring it over too her.

I take out the disinfectant wiped and unwrap one of them, I hold It in my right hand and use the other hand to stead myself on her thigh.

"Look up at me."

She lifts her head and connects her eyes to mine.
She had piercing green eyes, with a long white scar running from her left eyebrow, through her eye and to the bottom of her eye socket.

Hot.

"What's your name darling." The wounded lady looked at me with a cocked head.

"Y/N, what about you? Bloody Mary?"
She laughed and shook her head.

"No love. I'm Salem. Thank you for letting me in. And cleaning me up"

"It's really no worries. I normally don't ask questions. But would you like me to get you some fresh clothes and some water?"

"Are you sure?" I place the dirty wipes in the bin and turn back around to face Salem.
She is stood up and looking down at me. I have only just realised that she is almost a foot taller than me.