1994


You giggle as you lay in Andrew’s damp embrace, both of your bodies splattered with the blood of your latest kill. You gave his lips a fond kiss, unable to help yourself, the fondness in your chest for him growing with every blood-stained second.
You two had just fed again, for the third time this week, gorging yourselves on some filthy humans that had managed to cross your path. The bed you laid in was theirs, the white sheets a wet, sopping mess of blood now as you rolled around in it.
You couldn’t help yourselves now.
You were addicted to the high.
This was the first time you’d seen Andrew since Louisiana in ‘87, and you’d just happened to bump into each other last week. Of course you’d both fed eagerly then, and then had proceeded to mate in some shitty hotel room you’d managed to find, the bloodhigh overwhelming the two of you.
For some reason, you two just couldn’t stop yourselves from feeding now, almost every night like the last — the only problems were the bodies that kept piling up in your wake.
The locals had already nicknamed your kills, calling the two of you the “Handprint Killers.”
Fitting, you supposed, since you left your bloody marks everywhere you went. Too bad they belonged to a girl who had died almost fifty years before, and a man who wasn’t in the system because he was over a hundred years old.
Foolish humans.
You kind of liked the silly name, though. You had no intention of continuing the kills just for pleasure, you knew eventually it would catch up with the two of you and you would take your break from each other again.
But it just… felt so good.
You groan as Andrews lips crawl down your body, now very familiarized with it after the last week, his tongue dipping into the pool of blood in your bellybutton. You shift your hips, your fingers clenching in the sheets as he moved to your thighs and you gasped as his fangs sank into your artery, wet fingers holding tight to your slippery skin.
fuck!
You couldn’t get enough of him!
You loved his body, had come to know it as well as your own, and the sexual pleasure was beyond your imaginings now that you understood it, now that it had become possible again.
But only if you fed heavily.
You weren’t one for killing unnecessarily, but with Andrew, it became mandatory so the two of you could get high.
You were junkies, a word you had always despised but now embraced.
Strange, how meeting a man only twice, your morals had changed so drastically.
Andrew didn’t mind the mindless killings, you think he rather enjoys it, and you know he definitely does not mind the high afterward. He had mentioned once to you that he had never mated with anyone during a high either, but he could understand suddenly the addiction of it.
You both wonder why more vampires hadn’t done this.
But, as you were starting to learn, it was probably a good thing your kind didn’t.
Too many bodies piled up.
You give a sudden cry, your fingers knotting in his thick hair as his tongue slips inside of you, your folds sensitive and ready to be abused. Your bodies were painted red at this point, and there was so much blood in your system your mind was buzzing from it.
Any control you had over yourself was long since gone.
“Fuck!” You groan, his arm clamping down on your hips and pressing them down against the sheets. You squirm, but his tongue is inciting fires again, and you are forced to let him have his way with you.

Not that you mind at all.
“Andrew!”

He groans as he hears his name, and he hefts your thighs higher over his shoulders, his fingers soon replacing his tongue as he moves upward, suckling on other sensitive areas of your body, the taste of blood in his mouth making him groan.
Andrew was as addicted to you as he was the high, which is something that confounded him. He had never been with anyone, not even as a mortal, that demanded so much of him and he was so willing to give to. There was nothing he wouldnt do for you when he was high — murder, pillage, create chaos — the list was endless.
He had never felt this way before, but he knew when the high wore off, when the two of you finally let it go completely, he would be normal again, able to distance himself from you and not see you for another decade.
But he would crave you.
He had craved you since the night he had you in his crypt, had wandered aimlessly and wondered how you fared. When he had found you again, he hadn’t taken any chances, seducing you to the suggestion of a bloodhigh quickly and pouncing.
You were the Bonnie to his Clyde, and would continue to be for centuries if he had his way.
“Fuck, Andrew!” You groan, feeling your muscles start to convulse, your thighs clenching around his head as you cum hard, almost screaming with the pleasure booming through your body.

Andrew loves it.
He loves the way you taste, your red-tinted juices flowing into his eagerly awaiting mouth, it was why he kept making sure the two of you were high, taking your killing spree to an all new high.
He runs his tongue up your skin, leaving a smeared trail all the way up your stomach and to your chest. He quickly shows your breasts the attention they deserve, his teeth sinking into the plentiful mounds, your voice hoarse as you voice your pleasure now.
He’d been at it for hours, pleasuring you, and your body was starting to quake with the exhaustion. You had tried to please him as well, but he would push you back, wordlessly shaking his head.
He was pleasuring you to exhaustion.
And he would take nothing in return, causing you to reach your peak so many times over the past night.
It irks you that you could not please him as well.
“Ungh, Andrew, I —.”

He lifts his head from your breast, and you gaze at him hungrily.
His face is smeared with blood-like war paint, and black smears of makeup circle his eyes, thick and streaking. His mouth is parted, fangs glinting white as he gazes hungrily at you.
How could he still desire you so?
“(Y/N),” he whispers, rising on his elbows to kiss you, his tongue dominating your mouth instantly as your hands rise to cup his handsome face, feeling him eagerly pressing between your bleeding thighs, your body covered in wounds from his teeth.

You had both consumed so much blood, the loss wasn’t even registering in your minds.
His tongue curls around yours, and you moan, feeling his fingers inside of you again, lighting the fire in your stomach. You couldnt take much more, however, and you hope he knows that.
You were going to crash.
Besides, you could sense that dawn was closing in on the two of you, and though this room would be safe for the day, you would need to quickly move on in the morning before someone found the bodies.
You reach between your bodies, curling your trembling fingers around his length, feeling it react instantly to your touch. His hips arch into your grasp, he inhaling sharply.
“Let me pleasure you,” you whisper against his lips, slowly running the tips of your fingers up his hard member.

He doesnt respond, just kisses you deeper, crushing your mouth against yours so hard your fangs graze each other. You feel him remove your hand from his length, instead curling it in his tight grip and forcing it above your head with your other one.
He gives no warning, but abruptly rams inside you, almost making you come off the bed in pleasure, a loud shriek forming against your lips that makes him growl.
His body forces yours back down, and your legs wrap around his hips as you mate, the feeling you had been waiting hours for tonight.
He had tortured you all night with his kisses and tongue, and yet this was the first time he had let himself be pleasured, and still it was for the both of you.
“(Y/N),” he groans against your lips, and you give a hoarse reply, your voice almost gone for the night.

You feel his fangs sink into your flesh, bruising, and it should be painful, but you’re numb to it now.
He drinks headily, his hips constantly moving against yours, the pace brutal and near-selfish.
But you dont mind at all.
In fact, it almost gets you off right then.
You flex your fingers into the tainted pillows, feeling a pool of blood slip into the curve of your palm.
It was like being on a water bed of blood.
“Harder!” You suddenly gasp, arching your hips to meet his, feeling his fangs sink deeper into your throat at the movement, causing you to moan. He releases one of your wrists to reach between you, fingering your clit hard, and your damp fingers tangle in his sticky hair.

“Shit!” You can feel the hotness starting up again, and in one part of your mind you found it amusing that you so craved that heat.

Normally your kind tried to stay as far away from fire as possible, considering it was one of the ways to kill you.
Andrews pace bruises the inside of your thighs, despite being slick with blood, and you find yourself screaming as the next wave of pleasure hits you, causing your mind to go completely black as you quake beneath him.
He tastes the pleasure in your blood, and that’s what brings his own, causing him to crash against you one last time before it is the end of him.
He pants as he collapses on top of you, hastily licking your neck to heal the gaping wound he had left there. You are near unconscious already, your eyes fluttering close.
You were done for the night.
Andrews chuckles, sated.
For the time being, at least.
He lays on top of your for a few minutes, running his burgundy fingers through your stained hair gently,
He didnt want anything to ever happen to you, his little mistress, as he likes to think of you.
He nuzzles your neck, giving your jaw a gentle kiss before rolling away onto his back, breathing hard as he looks up at the ceiling.
He glances at the carpet, seeing the two bodies sprawled across it, some happy couple who’d been unfortunate enough to catch his eye. He had thought they would work, and they had.
Plenty of blood for the two of you, and even enough for the bed.
Which had been one of his best ideas to date.
You had been so giddy, the extra blood to fuck in had been perfect.
Andrew yawns, stretching his arms above his head, and then he rolls, nuzzling closer to you as he readies himself for sleep.
“My little mistress,” he whispers.

————-
“What do you think of this one?” You ask, gazing around the small coffee shop the two of you had wandered in too. You were starting to feel the drag of the blood high, your body weary of it, needing a good rest after so much excitement. Andrew was still buzzing, however, the hype in his body not wearing off as quickly as it had in yours.

You didn’t understand how he kept going, where all of his energy seemed to come from.
“I dont know,” he sighs, watching the human you’d pointed out. “Not much meat on those bones, wouldn’t be much to paint with.”

“Andrew,” you chide gently, rolling your eyes at him. “That’s not the point!”
He chuckles, and to your surprise presses a soft kiss against your knuckles, a fond gesture that was becoming more common for him.
You couldn’t understand why.
Perhaps his high?
You were eager for your next hit, yes, but you weren’t feeling overly affectionate. In fact, you were quite worn out. It wouldn’t bother you at all if you didn’t feed for the next month if possible, you were overly full.
And all you really wanted to do was sleep for an eternity.
How he kept going confounds you.
“What about him?” Andrew suddenly straightens, his eyes lighting on the next victim on his list. You follow his glance tiredly, and wrinkle your nose.

“No, I dont like him.”

“Why not?” He sounds so disappointed.

“He’s going to be a sweet one.”

“Oh,” Andrew sighs. “I almost forgot you don’t like those.”

You couldn’t stand the sweet-tasting ones.
“Maybe… maybe we should take a break,” you say after a few moments, contemplating your fingers were they were clasped on the table. “I’m growing tired of this now.”

“You are?” You feel his eyes snap to your face. “So soon?”

“So soon! Andrew, it’s been two weeks now,” you huff, frowning as you look at him. “We can’t keep doing this, not for a few more years, anyhow. Too many bodies,” you say softly, shaking your head, feeling the guilt eat at the edge of your mind at the unnecessary kills. “And I grow tired. I need rest. Our bodies are wearing down from this. My neck hasn’t healed from the last time.”

It was true, the black and blue bruises encompassing your neck from his last deep bite were still lingering, as was the wound, and both of you looked like you were abusing the other.
You need a break from him now.
And he needs one from you.
He suddenly scowls, and you go stiff, staring him down.
He was much more impulsive then you had originally thought of him.
He sighs, and you feel yourself relax as he does.
“One last night,” he murmurs, reaching across the table to stroke his long fingers against yours. “And we’re done.”

“One more? You promise?”

“Yes.” he nods quickly, his eyes bright and blue as they meet yours. “One more, I promise you, my sweet.”

His sweet?
You frown at the pet name.
He was starting to concern you. Either the high was not leaving his system appropriately, or he was forming an unnatural attachment to you that you did not understand.
Vampires… they didnt form attachments.
Did they?
——
“You’re so funny!” the girl giggles as she staggers around, Andrews arms the only thing keeping her standing as they walked back to her place, you trailing several feet behind them in the shadows, annoyed.

You didnt like the girls voice, it grated on your nerves.
You didn’t like the way she touched Andrew, her hands roving his ass every few minutes, giving it a squeeze and pat when it pleased her.
Only you were allowed such motions.
Not some fucking useless whore of a human.
The girl giggles again, suddenly staggering to a stop beneath a streetlamp, and she leans heavily against Andrew, his face a mask of friendliness as she presses sloppy, drunk kisses up his chest and to his neck.
You clench your hands, watching angrily.
You were growing more and more confused.
You shouldn’t be feeling this way.
This was how vampires hunted, luring their prey into thinking they were safe by their looks and attitudes, and then tearing into the prey when they were alone and ignorant.
But it pisses you off.
You feel a muscle in your jaw tick as the girl kisses Andrew, tangling her fingers in his hair much like you do.
No more!
You suddenly appear behind her, your fingers wrapping around her tiny head before you jerk it furiously to the side, the snap of her fragile neck echoing through the dark streets.
“(Y/N)! What the hell?” Andrew demands as the girl crumples to the ground, lifeless, and his pissed eyes rove to yours.

“I didnt like how she was touching you!” You hiss huffily at him, crossing your arms. “You should have stopped her!”

He just looks as you, confused.
Well, he wasn’t the only one, either!
That shouldnt have made you angry.
That shouldn’t have affected you at all.
You nerves suddenly become worse, suddenly realizing what was happening.
“We can’t do this anymore.” You say immediately, staring at Andrew, and you see his resigned expression.

“I know.”

“So we stop, then?”

“Yes.”

“Forever?”

He hesitates. “Twenty years, give or take?”
You frown.
“Andrew, this is serious. We’ve… we’re overdoing it. We shouldn’t be feeling this way, the blood high isn’t getting out of our system right, it —.”

“Is making us feel, I’m aware of what it’s doing,” he sighs, waving his hand dismissively. “And we’re not even hungry and yet we want to feed.”

Exactly.
Your brows furrow unhappily.
“So…. is this it, then?” Andrew asks you, and your eyes raise from the body laying at your feet to the vampire standing in front of you.

It had to be, right?
“It has to be.” You respond, clenching your fingers in your dress. “Because… too many bodies, right? The others will get irked with us, and…. we can only stain so many houses with our handprints before someone catches on to us.”

Andrew rolls his eyes.
“Don’t be so dramatic, (Y/N). We’re dead. No one is going to catch us.”

“But —.”

“Hush,” he orders, and you blink as he steps over the body of the girl and to you, his hand rising to cup your face. His thumb brushes your plump lower lip before leaning down to give you a surprsingly, worryingly warm kiss.

“We can do whatever we want,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming as he looks at you. “We’re invincible, (Y/N). We’re the Handprint Killers,” he chuckles, amused by the name. “Who cares about the mortals? You feel good, don’t you?”

Well, yes.
You nod.
“Do you not feel the best you have since you were turned?”

Nod again.
“Then why should we stop?” he murmurs, letting his lips trail to your jaw. “Why should we have too? We can do whatever we want, no one can stop us. If we want to massacre an entire small town and bathe in their blood, who is there to stop us?”

Well.
“The others of our kind,” your murmur, your mind wavering as you feel his hands caress your body, soft and precise in all his touches; he knew your weak spots, the places that would make you cave quicker to his desires because you were so weak-willed when it came to getting pleasure.

“Please,” he snorts in response curling his long fingers in your hair. “We’ll get rid of them. We’re stronger then them, like this. So much stronger, my sweet. They can’t stop us, no one can,” he breathes, causing a shiver to course your body as his lips find your neck.

You lean into his grasp unconsciously, and he grins in triumph as he feels you give in to his wishes.
“Now, let’s find someone new,” he whispers in your ear. “And get a good high going before we leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You roll over onto your back, panting for breath, and you can hear Andrew heaving as well.
That had been intense.

“That was… different then usual,” you gasp, feeling his wet fingers slink through yours tightly as you lick your lips.

“It was,” Andrew agrees, marveling. “Why do you think…”

“Do you think she was a real witch?” you murmur, gazing up at the painted ceiling.

You’d darted into a shop that was closing for the night, finding two women manning it who had fell to your charms, though they had been a little more difficult then usual.
And had tasted differently.
And this time, your bodies still felt different, still tingled warmly where usually the icey-touch of your skin had returned.
Witches.
The two of you had fed from witches.
“This is amazing,” Andrew groans, his hands running through his black hair, and his dilated eyes rove to yours. “We need more of them!”

“We do,” you whisper, snuggling your naked body against his, enjoying the tingles of your skin, how warm and… human… you almost felt.

You let your fingers run across Andrews chest, through the light patch of hair so lightly colored you wouldn’t notice it if you didnt know it was there.
And blood-stained, of course.
You feel yourself growing drowsy, and by Andrews even breathing, you knew he was asleep already.
Good.
You wait for an hour or so before rising, heading for the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind you. You step to the sink, sighing as you looked your body over.
You had bite marks over every sensitive area your body had, blood smeared and coating your skin and hair.
You could see a red handprint going around your throat where he’d held you, and you bite your lip, feeling that rush of unfamiliar warmth through your body.
You clasp your bloody hands around the edge of the white sink, staring blankly for a few moments.
Witches…
Blood highs….
Killers….
How long could the two of you get away with this before something bad happened?
Before your kind made the two of you stop…. permanently.
You had no intentions of dying, not for anyone, no matter how fond of Andrew you were. If it came to you or him, you would always choose yourself, no questions asked.
He was dangerous to your health.
You knew this.
So why were you sticking around still?
You bite your lip worriedly, letting your eyes rise to the mirror, staring at your reflection.
You couldn’t even recognize yourself.
You hesitate, then raise your hand, pressing it flat against the glass.
He was going to get you killed.
He said you were invincible, but no one really was.
You let your hand slowly drop, barely aware of the print you left behind.

You needed to get as far away from him as possible before his handprints were left on more then just your body.

Notes

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