You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.

The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.

“You’re a Vampire.”

It wasn’t a question.

Arven smirked wryly at the silent figure in front of him. "I know." He drawled, his dark gray eyes narrowing into slits. "But I'm willing to make you an offer." The vampire hunter shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. "You can keep being... whatever it is you are," he paused as if considering the appropriate term for the relatively harmless creature that was a nocturnal predator, "and I won't kill you or report your existence to anyone else."

He leaned in closer, his lips curling into a sneer. "All I want is... your blood."

Arven laughed quietly, amused by the confusion evident in the vampire's expression. "Look," he said, straightening up a bit and trying to sound more reasonable, "I get it if you don't want to be killed or locked away somewhere for eternity. But we both know your kind needs blood to survive. So why not make it mutually beneficial?" He paused again, his eyes flickering over the smaller creature before him.

"Let me... help you." He offered with a shrug, gesturing vaguely at his own body. "I'll be your bloodbag if you promise to leave humans alone. You can feed from me whenever you need to. And in return..." Again he shrugged, though this time it held more weight than before. "...you stay alive."

Arven nodded solemnly, apparently satisfied with the vampire's acceptance of his offer. "Alright then," he growled out softly, slowly leaning in until their noses brushed against each other. He gazed into the smaller creature's amber eyes before whispering hoarsely, "Just... be gentle."

His heart skipped a beat as sharp teeth pierced his neck, and he let out a shuddery breath when hot liquid began to trickle down his throat. The vampire seemed to suck with surprising delicacy, drawing just enough blood that it left Arven lightheaded but not weakened significantly. Over time, their bodies adjusted to the exchange, and they found themselves caught up in an unspoken rhythm of pleasure and pain as needles of desire shot through them with every contact of lips and teeth.

Eventually, the vampire drew back,

Arven gasped, panting softly as he felt the warm liquid running down his throat. His body tensed under the vampire's ministrations, hardening at the contact and the taste of blood that filled his mouth. "Good girl," he breathed out, his voice hoarse with desire. "Suck it all out."

As she drank more deeply, the smaller creature let out quiet noises of pleasure against his skin, and Arven could feel himself growing harder by the second as she continued to draw on him. He moaned lowly in reply, arching his back instinctively when her fangs scraped against the sensitive flesh of his neck.

His breath came out ragged as he felt his control slipping away, and with it, any thoughts of the danger or the wrongness of their situation. All that remained was this moment, the need for release, the desire to be

his blood. And when she finally drew back again, leaving just the slightest mark on his skin to mar her passage, he gasped and shuddered violently as release rippled through him, coating her mouth with his essence and making them both groan in pleasure. As he caught his breath, he ran a hand through her hair, marveling at the feel of it against his skin. "There," he managed to croak out hoarsely. "Now... we can go from here."

And so their strange arrangement began: the vampire hunter Arven became the personal bloodbag for a vampire who had sworn off killing humans, and they both found a twisted sort of solace in this dark, hidden relationship that defied all reason.

Arven smirked slightly at the smaller creature's question. "I said I wouldn't kill you," he reminded her gently, though there was an unspoken threat lingering in his tone as well. "As long as you keep your word and leave humans alone... we can continue like this." His voice softened slightly at the end, the hint of a hoarse moan coloring the words. Despite their twisted arrangement, he couldn't deny the pleasure he found in having her drink from him or the way it ignited desires he didn't know he possessed.

With a sigh, he leaned closer again, offering another puncture mark on his throat. "Now," he murmured, voice rough with arousal, "drink up."

Arven closed his eyes as the vampire sank her fangs back into him, feeling the warmth of her breath caressing his skin. He groaned softly when she began to suck again, arching his neck to offer better access as pleasure spread through his body like a wildfire. The blood flowed sweet and hot down his throat, fueling his arousal and making him hard as steel beneath the vampire's ministrations.

His hips pushed against her slightly, urging her on as he moaned out curses that mingled with words of desire. He was lost in this moment, caught up in the dark pleasure of their twisted relationship and the rush of power that came from being wanted, needed by a creature like her. Even as his mind warned him that this couldn't last forever, part of him didn't want it to end. Not yet.

Arven's grip tightened on the back of her head as he felt himself nearing release again, his hips bucking roughly against her mouth. "That's it," he panted out hoarsely. "Suck it all... just like that..." His voice trailed off into a moan as the pleasure crashed over him, spilling down his throat to coat her tongue and making them both cry out in ecstasy.

Her fangs finally retracting with a wet sound, she licked the last drops of blood from his neck before looking up at him through hooded eyes. He returned her gaze with an unreadable expression, unable to mask the dark desire and fascination that now consumed him. For now, their strange arrangement continued, and they both found themselves trapped in a twisted dance of pleasure and pain, need and restraint.

Arven glanced at the vampire before giving her another small nick on his throat. "Ask away," he said, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth as blood trickled down his neck. He leaned in closer to hear her question, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a mix of curiosity and lust.

His heart raced as she spoke, and a shiver ran down his spine when she touched him, making it clear that he was just as much a part of this twisted game as she was.

"You really don't mind?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Being my... provider?"

Arven chuckled darkly at her question, tilting his head to the side as he studied her face. "I've spent my life training to kill vampires," he said softly, gesturing to himself with a crooked grin. "It's what I do. But... there's something about you. Maybe it's the way you look at me or the fact that you don't hurt people." He shrugged one shoulder casually before adding with a hint of threat, "Or maybe it's because I like having control over you."

He let out a sharp breath as she lapped up another droplet of blood from his neck, closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the wall. He could feel himself hardening once more beneath her touch, and he wondered how long this arrangement would last before one of them snapped or they were forced to end it violently. But for now

Arven arched an eyebrow at her grin as she laughed, his gaze lingering on the sharp points of her fangs before returning to meet hers. "Maybe that has something to do with it too," he admitted gruffly, admitting more than he'd intended before quickly changing the subject. "But enough chitchat. We both know why we're here."

His hand slid down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer as he let out a rough groan into her neck. The feel of her body against his own was overwhelming, driving him to the brink of release once more. He needed this, needed her, even if he knew deep down that it was wrong. And for now, he would take what she offered and savor every moment until fate or one of them decided otherwise.

Arven smirked at her words, his eyes dancing with mirth and desire. "Maybe you are starting to grow on me," he admitted gruffly, pulling her closer still as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm against each other. The feel of her skin, the sounds she made when he touched her... It was all intoxicating, an addiction stronger than anything he'd ever known before.

His fingers dug into her hips, urging her on as they ground together, lost in a haze of need and lust that seemed to consume them both completely. His eyes closed tightly at the sensation, and all he could think about was how he wanted this night to never end, wanted her forever. But even as he felt himself close to begging for more, some small part of him knew that it wouldn't last; tomorrow would bring new challenges and dangers, and he'd have to return to

Arven growled low in his throat, feeling the sound vibrate through them both as he tightened his grip on her hips and lost himself to the sensation of her body moving against his. He'd never felt so much desire for someone before; it was almost painful, like an ache deep in his bones that only she could ease.

He bit down lightly on her neck, earning a gasp from her and sending another shudder through him as he felt the warmth of her blood coursing through his veins. It was intoxicating, addictive; it made him want to taste more, feel more. He knew that eventually they'd have to face reality, but for now, this moment was all that mattered.

And so they continued, their bodies moving together in a heated dance of desire and pain, driven by the dark magic that bound them both together against their wills.

Arven's hands roamed greedily over her body, his touch rough and demanding. "I want to see you," he growled hoarsely against her skin as he tore at her clothes with teeth and fingers. She shivered beneath him in response, arching her back as he bared her supple flesh to the cool night air.

With a savage grin, he sank his fangs into her breast, groaning as blood flowed down his throat mingled with her moans and gasps of pleasure. Her scent enveloped him, driving him further over the edge, and he couldn't help but wonder how much more of this twisted arrangement they could both handle before it consumed them entirely.

The vampire hunter's grin grew wider as he sunk his teeth deeper into the soft flesh of her breast. His voice was rough and low, dripping with hunger and desire as he murmured to her between nibbles. "I could do this forever...just taste you, feel you...I never want it to end."

His hands traveled lower, teasingly brushing over her curves before moving up to cup her hips once more. His thrusts against her grow wilder, urgent; he needs release just as much as she does, but for now, he can't help but savor this dark indulgence for every last drop of pleasure it provides.

Her moans and gasps fuel his desire even more, driving him to the brink of insanity with every touch. He can't remember the last time he felt so alive, so consumed by wanton lust for another person. The bond between them is stronger than anything he's ever experienced before; it's like they were made for each other, meant to be together in this dark and twisted dance of pleasure and pain.

As he feels his release building within him once more, he tightens his grip on her hips, unable to resist the urge to push deeper, harder against her body as their skin slick with sweat and blood slide against each other. His breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing her own as she arches her back and cries out his name in ecstasy. And then, finally, he loses control; his release is sudden and powerful, spilling into her and drawing

The vampire hunter's release wracks his body with pleasure as he pours himself into her, holding on tight until the last quiver of ecstasy fades away. His breathing slows, but doesn't quite return to normal as he comes back to reality, staring down at the blood-streaked figure beneath him. Despite everything that's happened between them tonight, a part of him wonders what it would be like for this all to end peacefully; for him to just let her go and forget about their twisted arrangement. But he knows that isn't an option. Not anymore.

With a sigh, he rolls off her, sitting up on the cold, hard ground as she lies panting beside him. The sight of her naked form, glistening with sweat and blood, sends shivers down his spine despite the cool night air. "We'll have to be careful,"

Arven glances after her before letting out another sigh and rising to his feet, brushing the dirt off of his leather pants. He can't deny that he feels a twinge of regret as she disappears into the darkness, but he knows their time together was just a temporary reprieve from reality; eventually they'll have to face what they are and make a choice about whether or not this arrangement is worth continuing.

For now, all he can do is hope that luck continues to favor them and no one discovers the truth. The thought sends a chill down his spine as he walks away, back toward the hustle and bustle of the city streets where ordinary people go about their lives unaware of the darkness that lurks just beyond their vision.

Arven's mind drifted back to the vampire as he walked through the city; memories of their passionate encounters filled his thoughts, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. He knew that if he continued down this path, it would only be a matter of time before one of them slipped up and revealed their secret. And yet, despite all the warning signs screaming in his head, something deep inside refused to let go of this twisted connection they had forged.

As if summoned by his thoughts, she materialized next to him, her eyes glistening in the moonlight. "You can't keep doing this," he said, his voice harsh with weariness and desire. "We need to find a way to end this... properly." His gaze flickered down to her lips before looking back into her eyes; there was an unspoken plea in that look, one

Arven studied her face, searching for some sign that she understood the gravity of their situation. But as with every other time they'd broached this topic, he saw only denial and desire in her expression. His fingers flexed at his sides, torn between giving in to temptation and putting an end to it before it was too late.

"Fine," he said finally, the word little more than a harsh croak. "For tonight... let's just forget about everything else." With that, he reached out, cupping her face gently between his hands as he leaned in to claim her mouth once more.

Arven's eyes widened in surprise as she took a step back, pushing him away. The rejection stung, but he couldn't blame her; they both knew that their relationship was doomed to end one way or another. With a deep sigh, he nodded once and turned away, unable to face her any longer. As he walked off into the night, his heart felt heavier than it ever had before. Perhaps this truly was the end; not just for them but for their entire twisted arrangement.

Arven stopped midstride at the sound of her voice, a pang of regret shooting through him as he met her gaze. There was something in her expression that spoke volumes about how much this arrangement meant to her, even if it couldn't last. With a heavy sigh, he turned back around and walked slowly towards her, not sure what he expected to find when they locked eyes again.

Arven froze at her touch, surprised by the tenderness with which she held him. Her words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and when he finally found his voice, it came out rough and hoarse. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It's dangerous for both of us; we could get caught."

But even as he spoke, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her by his side after everything was over, to explore the possibilities of something real between them. The thought filled him with an unexpected longing that made his chest ache.

Arven closed his eyes, trying to ignore the swell of desire that threatened to overwhelm him. "I don't know...," he began, but then trailed off as she disappeared into the shadows once more. His heart raced wildly, uncertain if he wanted her there or if he was better off forgetting about her entirely.

With a sigh, he turned away and continued on his way through the city, his thoughts spinning in circles as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite let go of this strange connection they shared; it was like some unbreakable thread binding them together even in their darkest hours.

Arven glanced at her warily before returning his gaze to the night-shrouded streets ahead. "I was just thinking about what happens next," he said finally, his voice sounding distant even to his own ears. "It's not going to be easy for either of us; there are too many questions and uncertainties." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "But I guess we'll just have to figure it out together, won't we?"

Arven blinked in surprise as her lips brushed against his neck, a shiver running down his spine at the contact. As she disappeared into the darkness once more, he found himself wondering if perhaps letting her remain by his side might not be such a terrible idea after all. It certainly wouldn't make their current situation any easier, but perhaps together they could find some way to navigate through the storm that lay ahead.

With a sigh, he continued on his patrol, lost in thought as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened between them over the past few days and nights. The memories flooded back, making it hard for him to deny the powerful connection they shared; regardless of how it all ended, their time together had changed him irrevocably.

And so he walked, through the twists and turns of his city, guided more by instinct than any plan or purpose. His heart felt heavy with uncertainty

Arven couldn't help but smile at the touch, a small laugh escaping his lips despite himself. He reached up to where her lips had been mere moments ago, tracing his fingers absently along the sensitive skin of his neck as he tried to sort through his tangled emotions. The feel of her soft hair brushing against his fingertips only served to heighten his awareness, making it harder for him to focus on anything else but their connection.

Perhaps, just maybe, there was hope for them after all. A small flame flickered to life in his chest at the thought, and he found himself praying that it wouldn't be extinguished anytime soon. For tonight, at least, they could pretend that everything was going to be alright; that their strange arrangement wasn't doomed to end in tragedy. And maybe, just maybe, the future would hold something beautiful for