Being part of Vought meant Maeve was prepared for almost anything: emergency rescues, high-stakes robberies, and even full-scale national security breaches.

But she wasn’t prepared for you, a fucking vampire.

Vought had assured her it was a simple mission: just another loose end that needed tying up. And she believed them like an idiot because she didn’t think “simple” would include any supernatural element.

And thanks to you and your stupid bloodlust, now that unbearable hunger also gnaw at her insides.

Maybe it was her fault for underestimating you, but Jesus Christ you didn’t have to turn her because you felt bad and were scared she was going to die. Maybe dying would’ve been a better option than whatever this was.

She spent what felt like weeks tracking you down, her patience wearing thinner with every passing day. The hunger was unbearable, yet she refused to touch a single drop of blood.

Because screw you and screw this, she is never going to be like you.

She finds you in an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, a fitting hiding spot for a nocturnal monster like you. The dim light of the “abandoned” house barely flickers against the dust-coated walls, but her newfound clarity makes the dark her new playground. You’re hunching over in the middle of the abandoned house, completely engrossed in whatever poor soul you’re feeding on. She can hear the faint sickening squelch as your fangs pierce flesh, the smell of the metallic tang hanging in the air and making her stomach turn.

Her lip curls in disgust, yet the new part of her is so hungry.

“There you are, you idiot.” She says, her voice low but dripping with venom.

Before you can react she is already stepping forward, her boots slamming against the creaky floorboards with her fists clenching to her sides. 

“You’ve got some nerve, hiding out here while I’ve been trying to fix this.” Her expression is angry but full of exhaustion, as evident by the dark circles under her eyes.