It's late 19th century, Y/N moves to Louisiana to learn more about vampires. But what happens when she finds one likely creature of the night at Porterhollow Cemetery?
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"So I want to know everything." "Everything?" He said as he sipped some of his hot coffee. We sat in the very back of a dingy cafe, no one really came in here and if they did they minded their own business, acted as if you weren't in the same room as them. Which is a benefit for us. "Everything." I confirmed. "You're a nosey little thing, aren't ya?" He beamed. "Yes sir. Now come on. We haven't got all day." I wave my hand, gesturing him to continue. "Well, I was born and raised in Brooklyn—" "New York?!" I exclaimed. "Yes. Let me finish, we haven't got all day." He quipped. I narrowed my eyes as he smirked. "I was born and raised in Brooklyn, yes, New York. My family moved down here because we got a letter stating my maternal grandma had grown ill. I was about seventeen when we moved. We originally moved to Strawberry, which is a few towns over. She eventually passed a few months after we came down, we spent as much time with her as we could. After about two years I heard this place had a lot of job opportunities so I saved up some coin and moved here. I started as grocery boy, delivering groceries to folks houses, then I got bored and stared workin in a gun shop, I eventually got tired of that, too. My last job was... well... I became an outlaw." My eyes widened, he was once an outlaw? "A group of men and women came into town and set up their little camp in the woods, where your home is now. I went to visit them, welcome them to town and such, and before I knew it I was one of them. Helping them steal from casino ships, helping them rob banks. You know, things outlaws normally do. Anyways what led me to the group of hydra was this family, the O'Driscoll family. They'd been feuding with the group I was with for so long, it seemed like they had bad blood from the beginning of time. They caught me and sold me to this family from Russia, the Hydra family. It was a small family consisting of at least five, that's all I saw, three men and two women. Two of them were witches, one being a man and another a woman. I was always hog tied and I always slept in a closet. They would brew up these potions and elixirs and force me to drink them. I was once turned into a wolf, but they made quickly made a reverse potion once they saw I could easily overpower them. Once I was back to normal they starved me, only gave me the potions and elixirs. After the whole wolf incident, my eyesight had improved, I could hear a little bit better than before, and my body temperature rose, I was never cold. Until one day one of them threw in random ingredients and a few failed potions into their pot, mixed up real good and forced the liquid down my throat. I don't remember much after that but I do remember feeling a burn flow through my veins. I passed out within seconds after drinking the black drink." This completely blew my mind. He was tortured, starved, and turned into a wolf for lands sake! "I remember waking up in an alleyway and I felt this deep burn in the back of my throat and I was really thirsty, I thought my throat was just dry so I went to the pub and got a few drinks, it didn't affect me at all. I felt no buzz and the thirst didn't go away, it only intensified. I felt like I wanted to claw my throat open. It was like an addiction. I craved something and I couldn't figure out what it was, exactly. I took a stroll around town, my whole face felt heated and the cold air felt so good against my skin. I felt like I was on fire. So I came across a pasture, at least a couple dozen cows and horses. Something inside me told me to get closer. So I did. I walked up to a cow and then I just snapped. I broke the neck and sucked it dry. I drank a few other cows and horses after that and by the time the morning came I found my self sitting against a tomb in Porterhollow Cemetery. Blood stained shirt, it was all over my body, all over my face. I felt full for the first time in a couple years. Hydra had me for, I wanna say two years, coulda been longer, I don't know though. But I felt full and satisfied, and the burn in my throat had disappeared. It felt good." "When did you start to feed on humans?" "I got tired of the taste of animal blood. It all tastes the same, because they all eat the same. People, they have different diets. A lot of people drink. The first time I fed off of a drunkard, it was amazing. I didn't get a buzz, I got more of a high. It feels so damn good when you're on a high. Have you ever done drugs before, Y/N?" "No..." "Well don't. They're not good for you. But I've done drugs when I was with the outlaws. Certain ones make you calm, they slow the world down, it's like your surroundings are in slow motion. Your eyes, they move slow, even your brain. Everything is so peaceful, your heart even slows. That's what gets me. Whenever I feed on drunk bastards, it affects me like drugs do. My heartbeat slows down, the world around me almost stops, everything around me is just peaceful and quiet. And I almost feel like myself again. To others the slow heartbeat scares them but to me it's totally different, it's comforting." He smiled down at his coffee. "So you do have a heartbeat..." he nodded. "I'm still a man, you know. I'm still a person. I've just got a different diet and a few enhancements. There's nothing that's changed my emotions, I can still feel. I can feel happy, I can feel angry, I can feel love."
