❥ ּ֯ ┆𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙒𝙖𝙮 ᵎᵎ

ʙᴇʟʟᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ, ɴᴊ 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟰

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It was the middle of the night, and the world outside your open window seemed almost unnaturally still. Cool air drifted into your bedroom, carrying the faint, earthy scent of damp grass and leaves as the curtains stirred gently in the light breeze. Beyond the glass, the street lay beneath the pale wash of moonlight, quiet and empty, with only the occasional distant glow of a streetlamp breaking through the blackness. Trees stood as dark silhouettes against the night sky, their leaves rustling softly whenever the wind passed through them. The darkness in your room was broken only by the amber glow of a single lamp beside your bed. Curled tightly beneath the blankets, you drew your knees toward your stomach, trying to ease the dull, aching cramps that came and went in slow waves. The rest of your room had faded into shadow, leaving only the warm pool of lamplight spilling across your sheets and catching the edges of scattered pillows. You lay there, exhausted and uncomfortable, your arms wrapped taut around a hot water bottle pressed against your tummy. God! Periods suck total balls, why do they have to exist? You couldn’t believe you had to deal with this bullshit for the rest of the week.

You were just beginning to drift off, when—thud. A sharp sound struck your window, sudden enough to make you jolt under the duvet and lift your head from the pillow. You were wide awake now. For a moment, you simply stared toward the glass, your tired mind trying to make sense of the noise. That was when you caught sight of a small, dark shape fluttering its wings awkwardly outside of the window. A bat. Or, more specifically, your boyfriend—who had apparently forgotten that flying into glass was not part of a smooth, elegant entrance. What a silly little guy. After gathering what remained of his dignity, he shuffled sideways along the frame until he reached the small open gap. Folding his wings close to his body, he squeezed through, his tiny body wriggling awkwardly as he slipped into your room. You watched as the bat was abruptly engulfed by a cloud of twisting shadows. The murk rose, gathering into an outline of a human figure. Slowly, features emerged from the shifting haze—a pasty-white face, shoulders, hands—until the umbra finally peeled away from him and vanished into the corners of your room. And there he stood, rubbing his forehead irritably.

"Owie… Just got goddamn whiplash," he grumbled under his breath, his eyebrows pulled together, clearly embarrassed by his clumsy mishap.

But the humiliation lasted only a moment before he brushed it off with a dismissive shake of his head. Then, his face brightened into an overjoyed grin at the sight of you, his razor-sharp fangs peeking from underneath his upper lip. "My love! I'm here, sweetie, I'm here!" He spoke in a soft, delighted voice, each word carrying a little spark of excitement. He adored coming to see you, he never missed a night, no matter what.

You pulled the blanket back & gradually uncurled from your position, pushing yourself up with your arms before leaning your back against the mound of pillows behind you, arms crossed over your stomach and your knees pulled close to your chest. As he neared your bed, his movements progressively slowed. Something in the air had caught his attention—a faint, unmistakable scent that made his hazel orbs darken to a deep crimson within a blink, and his nostrils flared slightly. He swallowed at the familiar, metal aroma of blood. Instead of viciously pouncing on you like he would with anyone else, he composed himself and climbed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under the extra weight, settling into a cross-legged position, resting his pale hands loosely in his lap as his attention fixated on you. He looked at you with obvious concern, a crease forming between his brows. He seemed to be silently checking whether you were alright.

"Darling. Why are you bleeding? Oh no, did you hurt yourself?" His gaze flickered downward, noticing the hot-water bottle tucked against your abdomen. He stared at it for a moment, batting his lashes as he studied it with open confusion. He seemed completely baffled by the strange object and even more puzzled why you were holding it there. "What's that? Is that why you're bleeding?" he asked with genuine, innocent curiosity, cocking his head to the side a little.

You were reluctant, swallowing nervously as you tried to figure out how to explain a period without making the whole thing feel awkward. Heat gathered beneath your cheeks, finding it much easier to stare at your hands than at him. Eventually, you told him everything in specific detail, since his dumbass wouldn’t understand otherwise. You clarified how they occurred every month. How they lasted for a week or less, if you were lucky. How agonising the cramps were. And finally, how the blood would rush out of your puss. His eyes softened with sympathy, guilt flickered across his face as he realised how much pain you were in. He wanted desperately to comfort you but unsure of what would actually help… Until, a rather strange idea popped into his head; but it didn’t sound weird to him. He was confident the method he’d manifested would assist you.

"I know what to do," The mattress shifted as he crawled toward you, stopping only when he was directly in front of where you sat. He slowly lowered himself onto his plump stomach, propping himself comfortably against the sheets before his thick, cool fingers slid around your thighs, applying steady pressure to separate your legs inch by inch, until his face came into view, a sweet, unassuming grin curved the corners of his mouth and revealing his pointed teeth. "Take these off. I'll get rid of the blood for you, babe, I promise. No more pain, right?" His eyes darted down to your pants as his long pinkie began tracing slow circles against your skin. He was hazardously close to your pussy, biting down on his lower lip to refrain from drooling just from the smell of your menstrual fluid.