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Not Pig's Blood {Strade×Reader}

(reader is a vampire and no gender is specified. Also it's Strade × reader If you squint--)

{Y/N} POV

The wind howled as I stood in a dark section in a alley. Trashcans, dumpsters, and other various things that people left to rot were found. I sighed and lifted my sleeve to check my watch. 11:46. He was running twenty minutes late...

Who is he you might ask, well you see I'm a...very special person with special needs, without my monthly fix of blood I go a little coo coo. A problem I come across is that I refuse to drink any humans blood, so instead this guy named Strade delivers pigs blood to me. In return I give him about 50 dollars per pound of blood, why so cheep? Hell if I know, and I don't really care. I just want to get my bodily fluids and go about my day.

"Heya buddy!" Calls a voice from the entrance of the alley, the voice makes me flinch slightly in surprise, but I quickly calm myself. "You're like 30 minutes late." I respond and turn my body to face the approaching figure, a smile plastered on his face.

"20 minutes." Strade corrected as he stopped in front of me and dropped the bag that was previous slung over his shoulder to the alley floor. "I had to...feed my dog, sorry for keeping you waiting!" He apologized with a chuckle. "A dog?" I asked before picking up the bag to look at its contents. "You never told me you had a dog, what's his name?" I questioned while rummaging through the zip locked pouches of blood, it looks well over a months worth.

"His name is Ren, he's---he's a.... Chihuahua?" Strade said, but it sounded like more of a question. I quirked an eyebrow at his response, but shook it off. "Alright. Here." I stood up straight and dug through my pocket before taking out 100 dollars made up of loose money, I dropped it in Strade's waiting hand. "Pleasure doing business with you!" He said with a cheerful smiled, and I eyed him oddly. Why is he so happy?

"Enjoy your pigs blood!" He called out behind him when he was exciting the alley, but for some reason laughing right after before completely disappearing behind the corner. "Weirdo.." I mumbled under my breath and leaned down. I took one of the baggies and opened a tiny portion of it to take a well deserved drink.

The bitter and matelic taste felt oddly good to my taste buds. I've drank blood many times before, but every time I do, a shudder goes down my back. Before I knew it, I managed to guzzle down half of the bag. But I kept craving more.

I suddenly reeled back and gagged as something solid hit the very back of my throat, and I coughed violently, causing blood and saliva spurt out of my mouth. I took the back of my hand and rubbed the liquids from my chin, as well as the corners of my mouth. "God damnit--" I said while eyeing the mess of spilled blood splattered over the alley floor.

"I should get out of here before someone sees." I whispered as I gathered the bag and let in hang over my shoulder, I turned around to leave the narrow alley, but then something caught my eye.

Something....shiny.

I turned my head back around to see what shiny thing was hiding in the blood, I leaned down to pick it up and examine it.

"O-oh my god." I suddenly dropped the item and covered my mouth in pure disgust. It was a finger, it seemed to had been chopped clean off, and a silver ring was present on the detached body part. "This...this isn't pigs blood.." I said out loud and with slight fear clinging to me.

My gaze traveled to the bag that had been across my shoulder, thinking about leaving it behind while knowing that all that time I had been drinking the blood of a human. "That means--Strade." I instantly shuddered at the thought. Had I been dealing and making small talk with a killer? Was I going to be his next victim if I somehow managed to offend him in some way? My eyes went from the blood-filled baggies, then to the finger sitting on the floor. I couldn't deny it, I needed the blood. At least I'm not the one killing, right? No harm done?

A flashlight suddenly peaked inside of the alley and I whipped my head around. "Hey! Police! What are you doing in there?!" A loud voice commanded. I had little time to react, I gripped the bad of blood and made a sprint towards the back of the alley where a chain fence was and hopped it quickly.

I made a bee line home, making stops to hide from cop cars. All my mind was thinking of was when the next blood drop off will be....

{Bruh--this is so ass--and it's barley a Strade×Reader--but that's what I get for having no inspiration--please for the love of God request something.}

-Beetle