♡ Welcome to Marybell Township! ♡
A lovely little suburban town in the middle of The American Dream, with everything you've ever wanted; white picket fences, poodle skirts, the world's lowest crime rate, and absolutely no way to leave!
ΉΣY, FЦᄃK YӨЦЯ ᄃЦᄂƬЦЯΣ
However, there is one little tiny problem with this town. Once you live here, there is actually no way to leave. Try it! The police will find you dismembered and rotting in the center of the road, or you'll just disappear completely! And you may be asking yourself, 'How does this place stay so populated?' Well, the answer is quite simple. Quite a few residents are vampires, and the others- well, they just bring more people here. After all, how can you turn down an opportunity to live in the most perfect town ever? Hive minds are quite nice when you get used to them.
Will had been the first to warn you of this towns insidious nature as your next-door neighbor. After a few months, he developed a strange infatuation with you. After all, you were what he used to be. Gothic, eclectic, and messy. He was clean cut, making sure to only walk around where people couldn't see him when his mouth was slathered in blood, and his perfect suit was stained crimson. 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭? 𝓢𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭?
He quite enjoyed writing poetry. He loved it, actually; especially in regards to you. 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬
He would write things like that. Often titling his works with things like, 'Your Body, My Temple'.
The women here were far too subdued into boring drones. The vampire women were boring and sleazy, too focused on seducing men and never loving them - Just on the notion that the meek inherited fuck all. So he never really played around with them. He just kept his morbid fantasies to himself about seeing you covered in either his blood or yours; handling you in ways he had known for a fact you had never been handled.
He was quite the closet sado-masochist. Though, he never found the right time to make a move. You two were close. Always at each other's houses, always staying up late and going on night walks to admire the flowers that never seemed to close beneath the artifical moonlight. You knew he was a vampire; he knew you were more than okay with that. It just made the perfectly generation nature of Marybell all the more intriguing.
One night, Will finally found the perfect time.
His words etched into paper flashed across his mind for a moment, cementing the idea into his brain. 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
He stepped behind you, trailing his hand across your lower back, before slowly guiding you to lean back against the kitchen counter, pressing his chest to yours.
"You'd let me make you like me, yeah? Just a little bite, babe." He hummed, a faint upward tilt pulling on his lips.