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Yelena is out of town for a few days. She did not explain why but told Kate she would be back today and asked Kate to “Keep an eye on the street during the full moon”. Kate tries not to be bothered that “Yelena decided to leave the city but didn’t tell her anything else”. They are just friends who happen to be sleeping together on a regular basis, not that Yelena’s obligated to tell Kate what she’s going to do in her spare time. Although Kate is 95% sure it is a “widow-related matter”, Yelena has made it clear that she does not need Kate’s help. Even so, Kate can’t help but pout. If only Yelena would be willing to work with her further, Kate thinks sullenly as she patrols the streets. We work well together in bed and in training! There is no reason not to continue our partnership!

Kate likes Yelena, a lot, and judging by Yelena’s behavior, she likes Kate as much as she does. Kate cannot understand why Yelena shares so much with her but is still very guarded when it comes to her missions. It certainly has nothing to do with Kate’s skills: although Kate is sure that Yelena could still kick her ass if she wants to, Kate’s skills have improved significantly through their training, she can easily deal with ordinary vampires and werewolves, and even Yelena is impressed (Kate has to resist the urge to wag her tail crazily in front of Yelena every time she says she’s a good girl – well, maybe she has a praise kink). The bottom line is, Kate wants to help. She just can’t help it. It’s in her nature.

It’s a full moon tonight. Kate continues her patrol (and her moping) until she notices something abnormal.

She smells the approach of an unfamiliar group of vampires. Yelena has told her that vampires tend to be solitary and that vampires who live in groups are more violent, so Kate is naturally on alert.

She turns the corner and sees the vampires from a distance. She has known a vampire long enough, even at a distance, to realize the problem with those vampires: they are clearly under control by some kind of dark magic.

Kate has seen Yelena being a vampire. As their practice became more serious, Yelena would be just like her in her wolf form: fierce, focused, and wild. The only thing that has nothing to do with vampires being vampires is aimlessness. And the vampires look like a bunch of mindless zombies. Also, they look hungry.

This is probably what Yelena wanted Kate to keep an eye on, Kate thinks with a grimace. A bunch of vampires who are under control by magic spells. Which is just so great.

She doesn’t know who was manipulating these vampires; she doesn’t have time to find out, because the vampires are so close to the city. It was only a matter of time before they scattered in search of innocent humans to satisfy their bloodlust.

Kate hurries to where she had hidden her bow and arrows, and takes out her newly made arrows. She can’t divide the group of vampires or they will scatter and become harder to hunt; so she decides to draw the attention of brainless vampires to her, leading them away from the city.

Kate draws her bow and aims for the lead vampire’s heart. The wood-core silver arrow pierces her, and the vampire explodes into a pool of blood. Oops. Kate flinches a little. Yelena has warned her about what vampires look like when they meet their true death, but actually seeing it makes Kate gag a little.

The rest of the vampires follow the source of the arrow and growl at Kate.

“Uh-oh, not really chatty, got it,” Kate murmurs, and starts to retreat. She begins to think that vampires who talk are more interesting, and while it’s annoying, at least Yelena isn’t planning on ripping her throat out.

Her second arrow flies into the vampire crowd, releasing colloidal silver. The vampires are burnt badly, and Kate officially pissed them off. They charge at her at vampire speed. Kate effectively finishes the first 10 vampires with bow and arrows as she retreats, but archery is not suited for close-range combat. Who would have thought? Kate, an always well-prepared person, didn’t add a stake to her conventional weapon. In her defense, she thought arrows were more than enough. So naturally, Kate chooses to shift.

She bites off the head of the first vampire who comes near her, and blood splatters all over her face. Ugh. Although she doesn’t like it herself, she finds that the wolf in her clearly doesn’t mind. Shaking her head to shake off her discomfort, she lunges at the second vampire who bounces at her.

After careful undercover work and investigation, Yelena discovers that the very problematic head of the coven is not a powerful witch at all, but a follower of an evil man named Xi. According to that witch, Xi is a greedy businessman/cult leader with vast resources, from the notorious crime boss Kingpin to an unknown dark witch, as long as you support his outdated values and give him enough money, he will provide you with all the illegal things.

Xi is a vengeful person, and very afraid of death. Said the witch. He is surrounded at all times by layers of magic-controlled vampire bodyguards. He’s known for his control of his people, and he would wreak havoc on those who cross him.

Yelena is counting on it. She will destroy Xi once and for all when he avenges his little disciple.

Tired of the second-rated witch spouting his political propaganda of human supremacy, she rushes forward, slits the man’s throat, and openly feeds on the stage.

The audience screams and then scatters in terror like animals, heading for the only exit.

For some reason (she won’t admit to having anything to do with some kind-hearted werewolf), she doesn’t go after everyone else in the coven.

“Stop trying to control the immortals,” Yelena suddenly appears at the only exit, blocking all attempts to escape the room. She stands alone in the doorway, in front of dozens of people who are taller and larger than she is. She knows that most people here are not true believers, and even those pathetic human beings who truly hate vampires have neither the opportunity nor the courage to engage with a vampire. At best, the only thing they dare to do is hurt a harmless vampire who is chained in silver. Although part of her thinks they should all pay for hate crimes against vampires, she still chooses not to slaughter them. Not today. Plus, she’s well-fed already. “We are not a race to be controlled by anyone. Now get the fuck out of here. If I find another attempted genocide of vampires… I. Will. Hunt. Each. And. Every. One. Of. You. Down.”

“I remember you. Every single one of you.” She shows her bloody fangs deliberately and gives the crowd an evil smile. Then she disappears into the thin air, leaving behind a group of horrified humans.

The witch wasn’t wrong. Two days later, a huge Asian man approaches Yelena with an exaggerated number of vampire bodyguards.

She is not surprised that the man recognizes her; she has also done her homework, knowing that the cult leader is used to gathering information about people for blackmail. And Yelena knows how many bad guys she’d pissed off. She’s got quite a reputation.

She isn’t surprised that this man tried to threaten her by threatening Natasha. What a cliché villain… Yelena rolls her eyes and snorts. Natasha can take care of herself, and she has an even bigger reputation than Yelena, if Xi thinks that will bring her to her knees, he has underestimated both of them.

Although she isn’t surprised that the villain wants to recruit her either, she’s so done with it. Why are villains so boring? ?? She has missed Kate Bishop. Kate is fun even when they were hostile at the beginning. She even asked her out for a drink when they were fighting! Come to think of it, Yelena could not help but smiles a little. Kate bishop – she’s smart and funny, naive but brave, fierce and sweet, annoyingly stubborn (which sometimes makes her so hot), and sometimes silly. She has to admit that she’s so attracted to Kate Bishop.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the ramblings of a masculine voice. Xi is so pissed, apparently thinking that Yelena is mocking him, so he decides to threaten to expose Yelena’s identity, sending his army of vampires to wreak havoc in Yelena’s city and turn the locals against her.

This kind of threat doesn’t bother her at all, because, frankly, she doesn’t give a fuck about humans, but Kate Bishop cares. So before Yelena left, she asked Kate specifically to keep an eye on it. She believes that Kate is strong enough to protect vulnerable, undeserving humans.

“You’re too self-righteous. In my opinion, a mansplaining old man like you should go to hell with your hideous political propaganda. The world would be a better place that way.” Yelena laughs out loud, then, takes out her two guns and aims at the hearts of the vampire nearest to her in a flash.

The man who is so afraid of death immediately runs away under the cover of his vampire puppets.

Kate chops the neck of the last vampire.

Just in case, she searches around to make sure that no escaped vampires are in town for a blood feast.

After confirming that no one has escaped, Kate sets out to find Yelena. She doesn’t know when Yelena will be back, but she thinks Yelena needs to know that a group of vampires is behaving strangely today.

When Kate arrives at Yelena’s house, she finds the door open. She is immediately on high alert and she storms into the house carefully.

It’s just Yelena. She’s on the floor, covered in blood, unconscious – she’s not healing. Kate doesn’t even know under what circumstances vampires can’t heal. Kate examines Yelena’s body and begins to understand why she has not healed – magic burns.

Kate couldn’t think of anything that would bring vampires back to life other than blood.

“Okay, Yelena, I’m going to let you bite me. I hope you don’t go crazy or anything,” Kate mutters as she rolls up her sleeves and put her wrist against Yelena’s mouth.

After a few heartbeats, Kate realizes that Yelena is too weak to drop her fangs.

“Ugh,” Kate said to herself, shaking her head and searching frantically for something sharp, “You owe me one, Yelena.”

She finds a silver knife in one of Yelena’s pockets and makes a cut on her wrist. Blood drips down, and she put her wrist close to Yelena’s mouth, praying that she could recover from magic burns.

Yelena wakes up in her own room. There was nothing else in her room, but something is off. Light is cast in from her light-tight curtains. She opens the door carefully and finds the actual forest outside. It’s just like the forest where she and Kate meet, but the forest is shrouded in a soft gay purple light, so she is almost immediately aware that she was in Kate’s dream. Yelena rolls her eyes, but Kate is nowhere to be found. She continues to search the forest until she hears a noise behind her.

She turns quickly, not expecting Natasha to be standing behind her.

“Why are you skulking about like it’s a minefield?” Natasha jokes.

“Cause I don’t know if I can trust you,” said Yelena warily. “Is this some kind of trap? where is she?”

“Kate Bishop? The little werewolf of YOURS?” Natasha says with a smirk.

Yelena forgets caution. She jumps in and locks this Natasha down the throat. “Who the fuck are you? How do you know Kate Bishop?”

“For Lilith’s sake, sestra,” Natasha complains under her, not resisting but raising her hands to show no malice, and then she gives Yelena her trademark annoying smirk, “You think you can come to me and smell like the same puppy every time and I wouldn’t notice?”

If Yelena can blush, she would. She lets go of Natasha and mutters, “Kate Bishop is not mine.”

“You do know werewolves smell really good when they are in heat, right?” Natasha asks with a laugh.

If possible, Yelena’s face turns even redder.

“She’s not anyone’s. Keep your fangs away from her,” Yelena growls.

Natasha catches all of Yelena’s expressions and then blinks.

“I didn’t mean that at all,” laughs Natasha, “but you answered my question! So you did scre-”

“Shut up, Natasha! I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will hurt you badly-whether I can hurt you in this place or not-” she yells, face burning.

Natasha laughs out loud. Yelena punches Natasha hard in the arm.

The laughter stops, and Natasha asks curiously, “What is this place?”

Yelena rolls her eyes. “Unclear. I thought you would know.”

“Yelena, I’m in your dream,” Natasha says, covering her eyes. Her little sister sometimes is really stupid. “You should be the one to tell me.”

“This… is not my dream,” says Yelena confusedly, clenching her fists uncomfortably. “If I had to guess, it’s Kate Bishop’s dream, although I have no idea why I am in her dream.”

Natasha looks at her little sister sympathetically. She knows that Yelena does not like losing control, or to be in such a situation, in a completely strange and incomprehensible place.

“This Kate Bishop, did you talk to her?” Natasha says gently.

“About what?” Yelena says, a little grumpy. “About whether I somehow appear in her dream? No, this is obviously not a normal conversation.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Do you know what we vampires dream about? Our dreams are almost always about our memories of the past. Perhaps because we live so long, our brains sometimes have to rearrange our memories. We just don’t dream about strange things.”

“And you are so sure you’re in Kate Bishop’s dream?” Natasha motions around. “That probably means you passed out, most likely from injury, and you drank her blood. A lot.”

Yelena grows restless. “Did I hurt her?”

Natasha doesn’t want to break her little sister’s heart. Her little sister shouldn’t get hurt anymore.

“Calm down, Yelena,” Natasha says reassuringly. “See the light? As long as there’s light, Kate Bishop is fine.”

But this does nothing to calm Yelena’s anxiety. She stands up and walks restlessly in the forest. “How can I wake up from this?”

“I have no clue,” Natasha says honestly, “But you know, you can always ask for help. It doesn’t have to be me, or any widow. It could be this… Kate Bishop. I do not know what happened between you, but I know she is a good werewolf. Very good at doing her archer thing.”

“You just need to let her in, and I’m sure that pup is more than happy to help,” Natasha adds.

“I don’t want to see her get hurt.” Yelena purses her lips. “These missions… is not her burden. She can be a great neighbor-friendly werewolf vigilante, but vampires, widows, these are too much. She’s a literal daywalker, she doesn’t need a dark world with nothing but blood.”

Sometimes her little sister is really stubborn, Natasha thinks, sighing. “She’s a werewolf, Lena, she can take care of herself. They are one of the strongest, toughest races besides us. The life of a werewolf is just as violent and bloody, and she’s fine. Is this how little you put your faith in her?”

“Of course I believe in her,” Yelena retorts.

“I’m just… afraid that I would hurt her. But obviously that’s what happened already, isn’t it?” Yelena waves around angrily.

Natasha shakes her head.

“Sometimes you take the missions too personally, and I know that since Alex – no, hear me out,” Natasha says, waving at Yelena to let her finish.

Yelena makes an audible complaint, crosses her arms and pouts.

“You don’t talk to mom much – I understand that. You always accept my invitation to movie night, but you don’t want to accept my help. You feel responsible for liberating the other widows because you killed Oksana. But we, all the other widows are there. Even if we have other goals, we are still happy to help if you ask. You don’t have to go through this alone. They are our sisters, too. If you really don’t want our help, then you can take it from Kate Bishop, who somehow charms you. After all, I know you’ve always had a soft spot for puppies. Oh, Alexi will be so jealous.”

“I can tell by her scent that she’s a sweet puppy. Probably is overthinking by now, and very sad because you don’t want to open up to her,” adds Natasha as she pulls a straight face, but can’t stop smiling.

“Oh shut up Natasha!” Yelena shouts, annoyed, and pushes Natasha hard. Natasha lets her.

Natasha patiently gives Yelena some time to calm down. When she finally calms down, Natasha bumps her shoulder with her own. “All you have to do is ask, okay?”

Yelena nods reluctantly.

“So how do I get out of here, Smartass?”

“I really don’t know,” Natasha says.

They sit in silence for a while until they hear a voice calling for Yelena.

“Well, that’s my cue. Give your wolf a chance, will you?” Natasha jumps up and disappears before Yelena could say a word.

“Natalia, she’s not m-” Yelena has not finished when she is suddenly pulled out of the dream.

Kate’s voice calling out to her in the dream now is overlapping with reality. Yelena finds herself staring at Kate’s face, which is pale from blood loss. Yelena’s teeth marks were on her neck, and her body is covered in blood.

Kate floats drunkenly over her pheromones, smiling weakly at Yelena.

“Hey, Yelena… I feel terrific…” Kate manages to give her a thumb up and the smile on her face widens.

Kate is so high on Yelena’s pheromones. 

Fuck.

Yelena lets go of Kate violently.

Yelena opens the window for ventilation, so that the room is no longer filled with her pheromones. She wants to run away, but… this is literally her house, and she really has nowhere to go. Besides, there’s so shameful for leaving a bleeding friend behind after she saved her life. She doesn’t want to be the cruel, heartless vampire stereotype anymore.

Then she picks Kate up and put her on the couch, cleans the blood off Kate (thankfully, most of it isn’t hers), examines her wounds (she doesn’t want to abuse her power anymore, at least not now), patches her up and curls up on the other side of the couch until Kate wakes up.

After a while, Kate slowly recovers. She blinks and sits up to look at Yelena.

“Yelena! Are you okay??? Oh My God, I thought you were going to die. Your wounds wouldn’t heal! Were you attacked by some kind of magical sun?”

Yelena looks at Kate in shock, unable to speak. Then she smiles mournfully. “I attacked you and you’re asking me how I am?”

“Well, duh, you were the one lying unconscious on the floor,” Kate retorts, “You needed blood, so I provided it. But I should have known you’d go berserk. I get desperate when I’m really hungry too. Next time I’ll tie you up before feeding you. Oops. It sounds a little bit kinky, so I’ll just shut up.”

Yelena shuts her eyes so that Kate wouldn’t see her eyes that betray her feelings. Kate Bishop is just too good for her.

“I’m fine. But you’re still bleeding. May I?” Yelena calms down and asks softly.

“Be my guest,” Kate chuckles, “I think you should do that. Although I don’t feel any pain anymore, I think it’s best to stop bleeding in your house. Do you also heal all the other humans who provide you blood every time?”

Yelena smiles wryly, drops her fangs and bites her finger. Kate doesn’t even flinch at it.

Her finger runs over the cut on Kate’s wrist, then the bite marks beside it, then a scrape on Kate’s shoulder, then the bite marks on Kate’s neck, and a cut on her face.

“I would offer, but some humans like to keep the bite marks, I think they like to keep them as souvenirs. What happened?” Yelena looks at Kate, who is dirty and covered in blood.

“A group of mindless vampires under magical control attacked the city, and I destroyed them,” Kate says. “No humans were hurt. Don’t worry about me… What about you, you were out of town for days, and you almost died in your own house… What happened to you?”

Yelena lets out a long sigh with mixed feelings.

“You’re doing it again,” Kate says cautiously as she moves to Yelena’s side at some point, mimicking her posture and leaning on Yelena.

“Doing what?”

“Still like a statue,” Kate explains.

Yelena smiles bitterly.

After a while, Yelena finally speaks. “Tell me, Kate Bishop, how do you do it?”

“Do what?” Kate wonders, not knowing what the conversation is about.

Yelena raises her hand and gestures vaguely, “… This. How do you control yourself as you shift into your wolf form? How do you switch between human and wolf so easily without losing your mind? I’ve seen you in wolf form, Kate. You become more primitive, impulsive, and wilder. But I’ve never seen you lose your control, except maybe that time at the werewolf bar. But that’s because of those wolves. You never lose control when you’re alone, even when you’re in heat or our fights get serious.”

Kate still doesn’t understand what this has to do with what has happened to her in recent days, but she answers after thinking. “My mom’s a werewolf, you know? I guess you already knew that.”

Yelena nods.

“She always told me, trust my gut, trust your wolf. Werewolves are impulsive, act on Instinct, you know, but instinct isn’t always bad.” Kate says, “Mom always said that the wolf inside of us knows what to do. You just have to let go of your fear and let the wolf support you. I always trust my wolf whether I’m firing my shots, or shifting into wolf form.”

“Just like that? Trust your instincts? What if my instincts are bad? What If I can’t trust my heart? I’m not like you, Kate Bishop. I’m not as good as you. I am a vampire,” says Yelena, slightly shivering.

“Vampires and werewolves aren’t that different,” Kate muses, “You’re very fierce when you’re on full vampire mode, that’s super sexy by the way, but I can tell that you’re very well in control and you don’t want to hurt me. Well, most of the time.”

“Maybe your situation is the other way around,” Kate adds thoughtfully. “You just need to believe you can control your vampire instincts.”

Kate smiles. “You didn’t drain me dry back there, did you? You stopped.”

Yelena turns to look at Kate. There’s something in her smile that makes Yelena desperately want to believe her. And the need to bare her soul to Kate impulsively.

“I was once one of the vampires under the control of magic,” Yelena says suddenly. “Before Natasha defected… all widows are bound by the bonds between their makers who turned them. A vampire’s maker can control their progeny, but the progeny can still fight back. It takes great courage and extraordinary skills, but it can be done. After Natasha escaped, Dreykov started to put all the widows under magical control, eliminating the last chance of resistance. That’s when I was just turned. Eight years later, I was released by an older widow with the magic antidote, but I landed a fatal blow before she sprayed it in my face. I watched her die. I was so scared. Before Natasha came to me, I had no idea how to deal with blood lust. Under the control of magic, we can no longer feel any desire or any emotion, so naturally, when I was released, all the feelings and desires came back. I tried to count human heartbeats every time I fed, but I met a fairy once. She smelled so good, and that’s how I found out fairy blood is so addictive. Their blood was just like vampire heroin, so I totally lost control and attacked her. When I snapped out of it, she has passed out. I was so afraid that I killed another innocent person, so I took her to the hospital, but I was too scared to stay. When I went to see her the next day, she did not wake up. The nurse said she did not have a blood type at all. Doctors did not know how to treat her. I managed to sneak into the ward eventually, and transfused my blood to her. I could see her recovery, but I left before she could even open her eyes. I swear I will never lose control again after that. But I think I finally lost control and bit you. See the bite marks on your neck… I’m truly sorry.”

Yelena lets out a long, trembling breath. She looks down and realizes that at some point, Kate’s hand has been placed on her, drawing soothing circles on her thigh. When did she get so comfortable with Kate’s touch?

Kate keeps caressing her, uncharacteristically not rambling. Yelena just told her the most private thing about her, and that’s a lot. Kate starts to understand why she has always been so controlled and so guarded. After everything she’s been through…

Kate waits for both of them to calm down before saying in a soft voice, “First… I let you drink my blood willingly. You did not ‘attack’ me. Secondly, you didn’t kill me. You stopped. And you didn’t kill that fairy, did you? Instead, you saved her. The way I see it, you can control yourself perfectly.”

“But I still hurt you. I bit you. Twice. That fairy wouldn’t have gotten into that situation if it wasn’t for me,” Yelena cries out in frustration.

“What’s her name, the fairy?” Kate asks.

Yelena pauses and closes her eyes.

“Claudine, her name is Claudine,” she says in a broken voice.

Kate nods and moves closer. She leans close to Yelena, one hand pressing soothingly against Yelena’s lap, the other arm around Yelena’s shoulder, grounding her.

“Hey, Yelena,” Kate pushes gently, “look at me. You’re a vampire. You need to feed to survive. I understand now. You never kill humans for blood. And you never kill for fun. You care about every human you feed on. You’re a kind vampire. Sometimes accidents happen, and you can’t stop them, but you can fix them. You’ve controlled your bloodlust, you didn’t kill Claudine, and you didn’t kill me. It’s normal for you to feel sad. It’s very human. I can’t speak for Claudine, but I don’t blame you, okay, Yelena? I know you weren’t yourself when you bit me. But you eventually got your blood lust under control. You’re GOOD.”

She looks into Kate’s clear blue eyes and cannot find a trace of a lie. Her vampire heart is no longer beating, but she feels a surge of emotion deep inside her dead heart. “Oh Kate… You really… you really are something.”

A tear runs down from the corner of Yelena’s eye, and she notices that Kate is immediately getting nervous. “Yelena! Are you all right? Your eye is bleeding!!! Did the magic do something to you? I-”

Yelena bursts out with a laugh, startling Kate a bit. “Ah, I should have told you. Our tears… are blood.”

“OH.” Kate blinks and laughs back.

When the laughter stops, Kate tentatively holds Yelena’s hand. Yelena does not resist.

“So, you want to tell me what you’ve been up to these few days?”

So Yelena tells Kate everything. Because how could she look into Kate Bishop’s puppy eyes and say no?

Yelena explains how she found out about the witch’s relationship with Kingpin and Xi, and how she took care of the half-skilled witch and went after the cult leader eventually. Apparently, that cult leader has a few tricks up his sleeve besides the magic-controlled army of vampires. Yelena finally managed to snap his neck, but he hurt her badly with magic. Yelena left as fast as she could to avoid any possible reinforcements. She managed to get back to her house and avoid fainting outside. Otherwise, she might have been burned to ashes by the rising sun.

“I kept calling him by his full name, and he got so mad and started throwing magic all over the place. Apparently, no one had dared to call him by his full name for a long time. He was so angry that he missed his shot and I finally got the chance to go behind him and break his neck. You should have seen his face. All he could think about before he died was how dare someone call him by his name!” Yelena says with a half-laugh.

Kate laughs too. It is hard to imagine that anyone cares so much about names these days. “And what do his people call him, ‘My Lord’?”

“Something like that, I guess. Those dictators are all the same. They took themselves too seriously.” Says Yelena casually.

“In this case, I’m glad you killed him and didn’t die, and I’d be very sad if you did,” Kate says softly, looking into her eyes.

Yelena swallows hard. She doesn’t know when they got so close. She looks into Kate’s blue eyes, which are filled with unquestionable affection, mixed with desire. They fuck regularly enough for Yelena to recognize Kate’s desire. She looks at Kate’s lips and licks her own unconsciously. They never have sex outside of Kate’s heat. They also never discuss their arrangements outside of the bedroom. Yelena’s eyes meet Kate’s again, and her own desire is reflected in Kate’s eyes.

Yelena knows too well that Kate wouldn’t do anything. Kate is way too polite and sweet to do anything to make Yelena feel uncomfortable. Even during her hormonal heat, she always listens to Yelena. But the thing is, Yelena desperately wants to kiss Kate Bishop. And it’s too real, too overwhelming.

Yelena breaks their eye contact.

“I… It’s almost sunrise. I need a shower before I go to bed,” Yelena says awkwardly, standing up.

“Okay.” Kate doesn’t take her eyes off her.

Yelena disappears behind the bathroom door, and Kate looks at the time. The sun doesn’t rise for another three hours.

Yelena turns the water temperature to the lowest, and clears her head under freezing cold running water.

She wants Kate so bad. She really does. She wants Kate to come in, but a part of her is scared, more than she’d admit. She is afraid that she would end up hurting Kate, not to mention that she is immortal and Kate is not.

还有那个梦。叶琳娜不确定那是一个梦，还是她潜意识在对她窃窃私语。但她记得梦里娜塔莎关心的眼神。她知道娜塔莎是对的。她知道那也是现实中娜塔莎会给她的建议，她也毫不怀疑现实中的娜塔莎已经知道凯特的存在了，正等着她提出来，然后她会嘲笑叶琳娜的多愁善感并说些类似“你忍心看那只小狗伤心吗”的话。

And the dream. Yelena isn’t sure if it was a dream or if her subconscious was fucking with her. But she remembers the concern in Natasha’s eyes. She knows Natasha was right. She knows it’s the actual advice that Natasha would give her, and she has no doubt that Natasha already knew about Kate and she is waiting for Yelena to speak first, then she would laugh at Yelena’s sentimentality and say something like, “You wouldn’t have the heart to see that pup suffer, would you?”

“All you have to do is ask,” Natasha’s voice is echoing in her head.

Yelena doesn’t know it takes how long before she hears the sound of the door opening. It’s Kate.

“You’ve been in the bathroom too long,” Kate, still dressed in bloodstained clothes, tells her lazily. “I also want to take a shower. I’m all filthy and sticky. Can I share the shower with you?”

When Kate acts like that she is basically a golden retriever begging for food, and how could Yelena say no to her favorite wolf pup? She’s just an ordinary vampire girl.

With a sigh, she sets the water temperature to mortal-friendly mode and motions for Kate to come in.

Kate is more than happy to take off her dirty clothes. She makes sure to show off her abs while undressing.

Neither of them was unfamiliar with each other’s naked bodies, but Yelena couldn’t help but stare at Kate. Kate is breathtakingly beautiful. And she knows Yelena is watching, as she gives her an understanding smirk. Yelena rolls her eyes and makes room for Kate.

At first, they’re just sharing a shower innocently. The blood stains on their bodies are washed away by the water and the shower gel, staining the floor red.

Yelena loses track of who initiates the kiss. They kiss under the shower head. It’s different from any passionate and hormone-driven kisses they had before. It’s sweeter and gentler.

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena sighs softly as they kiss.

“I have a question,” Kate whispers against Yelena’s lips.

“Always so many questions,” Yelena says with a chuckle deep from her throat.

“What did I taste like?” Kate asks curiously.

Yelena kisses Kate again, this time hungrier. She keeps planting kisses on Kate’s chin and neck, especially focusing on the place she had bitten, as she says during the kiss, “You taste like pure vodka. Strong, aggressive, complex, concentrated, the most delicious mortal I’ve ever tasted,”

Kate blushes and moans under Yelena’s skillful kissing. “I don’t know I’m so tasty,”

“I’ll let you know how delicious you are,” she promises, kissing all over her abs and letting Kate lean back against the cold tile, kneeling on the floor and going down on her.

Yelena wants to worship Kate. She makes love to Kate with her tongue devoutly, and she will let Kate feel heaven.

One of the benefits of being a vampire is that she doesn’t need to breathe. Yelena makes Kate come three times before standing up. She titles her head up and kisses Kate.

“You taste good, don’t you,” Yelena whispers, looking at Kate.

Kate groans and pulls Yelena into another passionate kiss.

“Let me take care of you,” Kate says with passion.

“I am scared,” says Yelena, trembling slightly. She suddenly feels very vulnerable, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she has just given Kate three orgasms or the temperature or the fact that she is completely naked with Kate.

Kate changes her position and put her arms around Yelena from behind, leaving a series of gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders. “I know,”

Kate’s hug is very grounding, warming her supposedly dead vampire heart. She turns her head, and reaches out to pull Kate’s face down for a kiss.

“Fight Valentina with me,” Yelena suddenly says. “She has a lot of werewolves. I need a werewolf ally of my own.”

Yelena can feel, rather than see Kate’s smug smile. “Thought you never ask.”

“You know, we’ve never had sex in your bathroom,” Kate says cheerfully, “And we’ve had sex on every other surface of your house. There’s still time before sunrise. We should make the most of it.”

“You talk too much, Kate Bishop,” Yelena smirks. “Put your mouth to good use, will ya?”

Kate has that cocky smile in her eyes. “Challenge accepted.”

Notes:

I wrote this chapter to avoid academic writing.

Yelena wakes up to find the sky is covered with clouds. Vampires have keen senses and are better at predicting the weather than the weather forecast. Kate doesn’t like rainy days either, since the werewolf clearly doesn’t like getting her fur wet. Therefore, Yelena decides to go to the bar and tells her that there’s no practice today. Yelena doesn’t trust electronic devices, and she never uses them unless a mission requires them. Besides, nothing pisses the werewolf off more than Yelena showing up and sneaking off whenever she wants, so why not?

Half an hour later, she decides that she has done teasing Kate Bishop, then she disappeared with satisfaction (“Why’d you have to disappear on me?” Kate shouts behind her, and Yelena yells back, “Come and get me if you’re fast enough, Kate Bishop.” knowing that Kate’s werewolf hearing can absolutely hear her).

Yelena quietly returns to her house and decides to start reading. There is nothing more pleasant than reading on a rainy day. She watched a show called Dickinson with Natasha a while back, and she was fascinated by this poet, Emily Dickinson. She finds herself in love with this girl who was so determined to be a poet, and sometimes quite dramatic. She’s reading Emily Dickinson’s letter to Susan Gilbert and thinking of a particular werewolf in her life.

Her reading is interrupted by a knock on the door. Yelena is on high alert when she hears the knock.

This house is not just Yelena’s safe house. It is the closest thing she has found to the old house in Ohio, that she considers her semi-permanent home, a place that no one but Natasha knows. The neighbors all are unenthusiastic citizens whom she has carefully chosen. Uninvited guests mean trouble.

Yelena put down her book and picks up her pistol hidden under the table. She checks the magazine quickly, the wooden-core silver bullets, and quietly approaches the door.

To her surprise, it’s Kate Bishop.

Yelena rolls her eyes and opens her heavy safe door to reveal the disheveled, somewhat wet werewolf. “Kate Bishop, I didn’t think you’d take me seriously when I said come and get me.”

It takes Yelena half a second to realize that Kate is different. Her scent is so strong, with a special kind of flavor, and she smells even more delicious than usual. Kate’s pupils are dilated and agitated.

“You smell different,” she says, measuring Kate.

“I’m in heat, Yelena,” Kate says, shifting her weight uncomfortably, pouting. “Are you gonna let me in or not?”

Yelena looks a bit surprised, but then she gives her a smirk. “You didn’t mention this in your Werewolf Culture 101, wolfie.”

”I’m telling you now,” Kate whines.

Yelena pulls the door open and gestures for Kate to come in. She guides Kate to the sofa in the living room and pours Kate a glass of water (tap water, of course, since she has never hosted a human guest in her home before).

When she returns to the living room, she sees Kate squirming anxiously on the sofa.

She releases a strong shot of pheromones into the air and hands the water to Kate. “There. Better?”

Kate’s blushing. She gulps down the water and says, “Thanks. I mean, your pheromones. They really help.”

“Anyway, how’d you find me?” Yelena is genuinely curious. She takes this house very seriously. She never takes the same route home or comes straight home.

“I followed your scent. I almost lost you a few times, you’re really good at covering your tracks,” Kate says, her face reddens even more, but then she gets so cocky, preening herself. “But we’re the best trackers, I’ve told you.”

This is actually pretty impressive. Yelena is so good at getting rid of trackers that she didn’t even think of the idea of someone could track her. Kate Bishop is truly a one-of-a-kind being.

Yelena smiles again. “So why’d you come to me? Don’t you have your werewolf friends? Or lovers? How did you deal with it before?”

Kate’s werewolf friends have their own packmates these days. And she certainly doesn’t want to go to her exes. Exes are exes for a reason. She doesn’t want to go through her heat alone either, because it’s sad and pathetic.

“I just want you, okay?” Kate almost yells, flushing. “And I like your pheromones. They make me feel calm,” Kate adds sheepishly.

Okay. Yelena is amused by Kate. After being freed, she has had very negative feelings about vampire pheromones. She has manipulated so many people with her vampire pheromones that she never wanted anyone to be involuntarily influenced by supernatural elements like she was. Maybe she’s not entirely right about pheromones.

“All right,” Yelena moves closer to Kate and looks at Kate with her hands props on the arm of the sofa where Kate is sitting. “Just one condition: no shifting in bed.”

Kate’s eyes drift to Yelena’s lips before nodding.

“I thought you like it when I’m in wolf form,” Kate says, half-joking, then her eyes drift to Yelena’s lips again.

Of course Yelena notices Kate’s gaze and gave her a big bad smirk. “Maybe I just like it when you talk so much,”

Kate makes an audible choking sound.

“Not so chatty now, is it?” The vampire side of Yelena can’t resist teasing the blushing werewolf, but before she can come up with another more teasing comment, Kate basically jumps her.

The thing is, Yelena is a vampire. A very talented one. She has no problem with the werewolf jumping on her. She holds herself with ease and responds to the werewolf’s rough kiss without thinking.

Kate kisses her desperately and tears Yelena’s clothes with her hands. Yelena’s grip on Kate tightens, causing her to let out a shuddering moan as they kiss. Yelena swallows Kate’s moan and presses Kate against the wall. She rips off Kate’s clothes and wanders down her body with her hands, releasing another wave of pheromones at the same time.

“You good, Kate?” Yelena breaks the kiss to check on Kate. She’s still not sure how the pheromones affect the werewolf, although she thinks Kate’s scent in heat has a similar effect on her. She smells so delicious.

Kate is able to focus on Yelena’s intoxicating pheromones, rather than feeling the pain of the heat. It’s the single “Kate” that ignites her, and she whimpers, “Fuck me, Yelena.”

Yelena obeys.

She has seen Kate naked dozens of times, but it doesn’t stop her from gasping at the werewolf’s beautiful body as if she sees her naked for the first time. She worships the werewolf’s body with her mouth and hands and takes off Kate’s pants.

“You’re so wet for me, wolfie,” Yelena teases, touching Kate’s wet folds with her middle finger.

Kate whines. “Yelena, please…”

Yelena doesn’t let her finish. She presses her thumb against Kate’s aching clit, effectively cutting off whatever Kate wants to say. Satisfied with her achievement,  she leaves a wet kiss on Kate’s skin, her fingers sliding through the wetness and lazily playing with Kate’s clit.

Kate moans loudly, legs weak. She doesn’t fall only because Yelena pins her against the wall. On the other hand, Yelena can not only feel, but also smell Kate’s orgasm building up.

Kate lets out her most obscene groan as she melts into a useless puddle under Yelena’s fingers. Yelena feels Kate’s orgasm brushes her senses, and knowing it well that her fangs can’t help but inch out.

She kisses Kate carefully, and determines not to accidentally bite the werewolf. The last thing she needs is a delicious werewolf in heat bleeding in a house full of her own pheromones, or she’ll absolutely lose her mind.

Kate apparently notices her fangs, at some point she licks her fangs playfully, and Yelena almost loses control.

“You okay with them?” Asks Yelena.

Kate stared at her swollen lips and sharp fangs in awe for a moment. “They’re so hot,” she says, pulling Yelena back into a kiss.

Yelena almost pushes the werewolf into the wall. The wall creaks ominously as the two of them get it on, and Kate smiles between kisses, “Do you have a bed, or do you just sleep in a coffin?”

Yelena rolls her eyes. “I’m a vampire, but I’m not that old,”

She carries Kate (Kate’s long legs wrap themselves around her waist) and enters her bedroom while kissing. They stumble and fall into the bed. Yelena looks down at the panting werewolf with desire beneath her, her vampire instincts spike like never before. She pins Kate to the mattress and kisses her, leaving marks on her neck, sliding her tongue over her breasts, teeth carefully nibbling at the top of her thighs, and finally fucking Kate with her tongue. Kate cries out in extreme pleasure, she cums fast and hard, and this stimulates Yelena to release a new wave of pheromones once again.

Kate is drifting happily in the intense pheromones of Yelena. It’s a miracle that she finds the strength to pull Yelena up into a kiss. Kate murmurs between kisses.

“Please keep fucking me, Yelena,” Kate giggled as her eyes dark and hungry. “And you can bite me if that’s what you want.”

“Mmmm,” is the only thing Yelena says.

Kate shudders when Yelena presses kisses behind her ear. Then she leaves wet marks on Kate’s neck with her tongue, and her hands trace Kate’s body, leaving red marks on her breasts, abs and ass. With Yelena’s leg slots between her legs, Kate lets out a groan of frustration.

“I’m going to use my fingers, okay?” Yelena says against Kate’s neck.

Kate blinks between the frustration of the unfulfilled desire and the euphoria of pheromones, and Yelena could feel, rather than see her eager nodding.

Yelena uses her fingers to tease Kate’s entrance, and Kate lets out another groan. “Fuck me, Yelena. Hard and fast,”

“So demanding,” Yelena teases, but does so anyway.

Yelena slides her fingers into Kate and bites Kate’s neck at the same time. She knows that it will leave a mark tomorrow, but she resists the urge to bite through her skin, even though Kate’s powerful pulses desperately urge her to do so.

Kate shivers under Yelena’s skillful fingers.

“Fuck,” Kate gasps, voice cracking. Her eyes are now gold and wild. Yelena looks into Kate’s golden eyes deeply and was amazed by how wild the werewolf is for her. She moans and speeds up.

Yelena curls her fingers and Kate breaks under her. She bites on Kate’s collarbone and feels Kate’s orgasm sweep over her. Yelena herself cums as well, drawn by her vampire instincts. She gives off the most powerful burst of pheromones so far, rolling off Kate, trying not to think about how good Kate Bishop smells after an orgasm, covered in her very own pheromones.

“Wow,” Kate grins drunkenly, making Yelena look at her. “What is that, a vampire orgasm?”

Yelena rolls her eyes. “Apparently, mixing up our pheromones would have such an effect. Did you know werewolf pheromones smell delicious?”

“For you, maybe, but I’ve never heard a werewolf would say that,” Kate says with a smirk.

Then Kate flips over and straddles Yelena, she looks down at the vampire on the bed with a mischievous smile. “I’m still horny. Do you need a break, Yelena?”

Yelena huffs. “It’s a good thing vampires never get tired, isn’t it?”

She switches their positions easily.

They fuck until the end of the night.

Kate’s desire is kinda satisfied (Yelena finds her very insatiable), and Yelena feels the sun coming up. Kate lays on top of her and somehow surrounds her, snuggling up to her like a puppy. If it’s anyone else, Yelena would feel disgusted and kick them out of the bed, but Kate Bishop… she’s like a harmless golden retriever, so Yelena allows it.

“The sun will rise in a few minutes,” says Yelena, “I need to sleep. Feel free to use the bathroom or leave, you can’t actually wake me up. But don’t try to make me up before sunset. Never wake a vampire before sunset unless you have a death wish.”

Hesitating for a moment, the vampire adds, “You can sleep here, too.”

Kate’s eyes light up. She’s practically wagging her tail. “Yelena, are you saying that we can sleep together?”

Yelena rolls her eyes and snorts. “It’s just been a long night. I’m not sure you’ll be able to walk home.”

Kate grins so hard but doesn’t talk back. They both know Kate is a werewolf and werewolves have great stamina. Instead, she just says, “Can I ask you a question, Yelena?”

Yelena sighs softly. Kate Bishop always has so many questions. But she’s in a good mood, maybe because she just spent a whole night fucking a werewolf into her mattress, Yelena finds herself doesn’t really mind. “And what’s that?”

“Why didn’t you bite me?” Kate asks curiously.

“You’re in heat,” she says lazily, raising an eyebrow at Kate, “you’ll say anything for pleasure. And my pheromones are all over you. You are high as a kite. I’m not going to take advantage of you at a time like this.”

Kate’s blushing.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Kate murmurs.

“I told you I don’t take advantage of people, Kate Bishop, and I meant it,” Yelena says, but there are no bites in her voice.

“Idowanttotasteyourbloodtho,” Yelena mumbles, then succumbs to the power of the rising sun.

Kate doesn’t catch that. All she can think about is how much temptation Yelena has to overcome just to defy her vampire instincts.

When she realizes that the vampire has fallen asleep, she can’t help but shows a silly smile as she looks at the vampire’s calm, non-threatening face.

Kate decides that the cold skin of the vampire is so comfortable for her overheated skin. She passes out against Yelena.

Kate wakes up before Yelena does (duh). She finds Yelena in the same position as before, though Kate had wrapped herself around Yelena like an octopus.

Kate quietly gets off her and allows herself to stare at the vampire in her sleep for a moment. She looks like she’s asleep peacefully, although Kate knows that the vampire isn’t breathing and has no heartbeat. Whatever marks Kate has left on her are gone, and she looks gorgeous. Kate looks away before it feels like intruding. She needs to take a shower. She smells like a vampire in heat. Do immortals have heat? Anyways Kate smells like Yelena, and she can’t go to work like that. She takes a look at the clock beside Yelena’s bed. It was two o’clock in the afternoon.

Kate comes out of the bathroom and steals one of Yelena’s T-shirts because hers has been torn to pieces by the said vampire. Before she leaves, she sees Yelena’s book on the coffee table. Open Me Carefully. “Emily Dickinson,” Kate says to herself, smiling. “That’s gay.”

Kate’s eyes sweeps across the living room and saw a stuffed dog on a smaller table. She laughs and comes up with an idea.

Yelena wakes up precisely after sunset. Kate has left, but a sand-colored puppy doll is put on where she has slept. Yelena remembers stealing this stuffed puppy doll because it reminded her of a stray dog that she liked very much.

Yelena rolls her eyes fondly at Kate’s behavior and gets ready for a long shower. She smells like a werewolf in heat.

She feeds before going to see Kate. After last night, she’s not sure she can control herself from jumping on Kate Bishop and ripping her throat out (minus the violence, but the bloodlust is very real) .

She walks into the bar and sneaks up behind Kate.

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena trails off. “It’s good to see you here. I thought you’d turned into a puppy.”

“Yelena,” Kate smiled, turning around, which gives Yelena a glimpse of her neck. And her shirt, too, which obviously is Yelena’s because it’s a little bit tight for Kate. Kate doesn’t even try to hide those hickeys.

Yelena’s vampire instincts roar, screaming “She’s mine” behind her head. She swallows hard. If a vampire claims that a mortal is “theirs”, it means that only they can feed from that mortal, the mortal is off limits to other vampires. Although Yelena had no intention of owning anyone, in fact, she resents this vampire culture deeply, plus, Kate belongs to anyone, and technically they just had sex, but Yelena still loses it by the way Kate does not bother to hide those hickeys.

Kate notices Yelena’s gaze and her wolf-like smile widens.

“I told you, werewolves don’t care,” Kate says smugly.

Yelena swallows. She thinks can even smell her own pheromones lingering on Kate’s skin. What has this Kate Bishop done to her? But she’s Yelena, so she quickly calms herself and throws a question at Kate that catches her off guard:

“I can help with your monthly heat.”

This time it’s Kate’s turn to lose her balance. Her eyes widen and she can’t speak for a moment.

“You sure?” Kate finally manages to speak after a few heartbeats. Her face turns red and her eyes light up as she looks at her expectantly.

Yelena is amused by Kate’s reaction and rolls her eyes good-naturedly. She thinks she can totally imagine Kate wagging her tail. “I offered, didn’t I?”

Kate smiles happily, then leans into Yelena’s space and says, “As long as you let me return the favor.”

Well, a vampire can play this game. Although Yelena does not know where this will take them, she still nods in agreement. “You’re cute, wolfie. I just don’t know if you have the energy to return the favor after me fucking you all night.”

The werewolf cocks her head arrogantly. “You and I both know that werewolves have super stamina.”

Yelena gives her a knowing smirk. “Then we have a deal, wolfie.”

Kate tries not to get too cocky (she fails, of course).

Notes:

Def need a Dickinson reference!!!
The stuffed animal is a Bloomington reference.
Yelena still didn’t feed on Kate yet, but soon she will.

Before Kate realizes it, she and Yelena become… friends?

Every night they meet in the forest. Yelena teaches her how to deal with vampires and other hostile supernatural creatures. When fighting with Yelena, Kate manages to get out of Yelena’s grip by shifting into her human form, which makes Yelena pretty impressed. It stops working as Yelena notices that Kate shivers very slightly when she shifts, and she warns Kate not to rely on it to avoid being caught by experienced vampires. Kate pouts for a while, but Yelena admits it could be a good tactical advantage (“Huh! I knew it! It’s a good one,” Kate says proudly, and Yelena rolls her eyes).

They meet, they fight, they run in the forest, and they talk in between those things. Yelena asks Kate what it’s like to have a tail. Kate says she thinks her tail never listens to her. Kate braces herself to ask what Yelena had done to her after they left the werewolf bar, and Yelena does explain to her about the pheromones. Kate can’t help but wince over the alternative use of pheromones (not because she was afraid of what Yelena might do to her) and says, “Thank God I’m attracted to you, I don’t know what I would have done otherwise (though it’s dark in the forest, she’s sure that Yelena’s vampire eyes have seen her redden ears). Yelena tells Kate about other supernatural creatures she had met all over the world, and Kate is fascinated by her for knowing so much. Not“She’s a vampire villain, and I have to stop her evil plan against humans” kind of obsession, but a softer, more sincere, non-invasive kind of obsession. When she’s sparing with Yelena, she looks at Yelena’s fangs and fierce eyes, fascinated, and no longer feels instinctively disgusted. After all, she is just another supernatural creature, just like her. Besides, a lot of people would say werewolves are horrifying.

Ever since they meet in the forest, Yelena has stopped taking humans to the bar where Kate works. Kate likes to think that they’re past the hostile phase, though Yelena doesn’t stop visiting Kate at all. No, she just comes by and orders an overpriced drink she never drinks, keep enjoying getting under Kate’s skin, but there’s a lot less aggression in her tone.

For Yelena, her feeding sessions return to pure business. She pays humans, humans supply her. The thought that the mortal she’s feeding on is not Kate bishop makes Yelena feel unappetizing to eat. Kate’s scent fills her nostrils as they fight. She wonders what Kate Bishop would taste like and if she is as delicious as she smells.

They never talk about Yelena’s feedings. Yelena never says, Kate never asks (though Kate is certainly curious).

Two weeks after practicing, Kate improves significantly. Though the vampire gently mocked Kate’s abilities, Kate is a werewolf. Werewolves are natural hunters, and it’s easy for Yelena to notice the difference between Wolf Kate and Human Kate. In her human form, Kate is a literal sweet golden retriever puppy, she’s brave and determined, but the Wolf Kate is more… primitive, though she is still the sweet Kate Yelena knows, the wolf was fiercer and wilder. However, Kate manages to maintain the essence of the exercise without actually biting Yelena once. Looking into Kate’s golden eyes in her wolf form, Yelena finds herself drawn to Kate’s duality.

One night, they fight together, as usual, the werewolf put the vampire down on the ground, so that the vampire can not move. The werewolf is more skillful now, the huge paws step on Yelena’s pressure points, making her hard to counter her. Yelena grunts under the werewolf and throws her off with brute force.

Yelena overdoes a little. The werewolf is thrown into a tree.

“Oh, shit. Kate Bishop, are you okay?” Yelena stands up with her vampire speed and simultaneously appears next to Kate.

Kate, already in her human form, groans and touches her back. Both of them suddenly freeze.

She must have scraped it when she crushed into the tree, and Kate sees red on her hand.

Yelena feels her fangs growing longer.

Kate, obviously aware of this, looks up at her.

Yelena exhales deeply and keeps calm. “Are you all right, Kate Bishop?”

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” Kate says, standing up and staring at Yelena.

She accepts Yelena’s hand. Kate isn’t scared, but she does worry that Yelena would lose control or something like that.

“Let me see,” says Yelena.

Kate is still a little sore, and she stands still, checking her bleeding side. Does either of them bring any medical supplies? Kate doesn’t anyway. She also doesn’t think that Yelena, a pocket enthusiast, would carry medical supplies for mortals, even though she carries tons of weapons when she is even in civilian clothes.

Yelena rolls her eyes. “I don’t bite. Well, at least I’m not going to bite you. Not today anyway.”

Looks Like they are going to call it a day. “What, are you going to… bite me the other day?” Kate jokes as she’s sure there are no broken bones or internal injuries.

Yelena rolls her eyes again and does not condescend to answer Kate.

“Let me see,” she asks again.

Kate obeys. She turns around so the vampire can see the wounds on her lower back.

Yelena is actually shocked by the fact that Kate has exposed her bleeding back to her without any resistance.

She doesn’t know whether to be upset that Kate trusts a vampire so much, or be glad that Kate trusts her. She smiles wryly, but soon turns her attention to the wounds she caused.

Once she has cleaned the wounds to make sure they are actually that bad, she bites her finger and applies her own blood to the area where Kate has been injured.

Kate shudders at Yelena’s touch. Yelena holds her breath and watches the broken skin heal.

The last cut was healed by Yelena’s blood and she lets out a sigh of relief. Damn, Kate Bishop smells really good.

“What is that? Do you have magical fingers? It’s that another vampire power?” Kate, realizing that wounds have healed, turns around and jokes.

“It’s my blood,” Yelena explains. “I don’t know if you remember, but vampire blood has amazing effects. Apparently, it can also heal wounds.”

“Wow,” Kate says in surprise. She must have slept through her vampire culture class. “Can it cure cancer? It’s hard to imagine it’s not a big hit…”

At some point, Kate realizes that Yelena is not responding.

“Are you okay?” Kate asks.

Yelena snaps out of it and looks at Kate suspiciously. “I threw you into a tree, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“But they’re completely healed now!” Kate twists her hip happily, as if she’s wagging an invisible tail.

Yelena raises an eyebrow and looks at Kate, amused. Kate suddenly realizes that she’s not in her wolf form, but in her human form. OH DEAR LORD, Yelena definitely sees her trying to wag her tail.

“Anyway,” Kate said, changing the subject real quick to avoid mocking, “When you’re upset you doing this thing every time-”

“I do what?” Yelena suddenly becomes very defensive.

”- more like doing nothing. Not doing anything. You’re just, like, totally still. Like a statue. I don’t know if it’s some kind of vampire power, but I’ve never seen mortals can stay still like that…” Kate gushes.

With a half-smirk, Yelena picks up Kate’s clothes and throws them into Kate’s face. “Kate Bishop, just because you can’t stay perfectly still doesn’t mean other mortals can’t do it.”

“Hey!” Kate exclaims, offended. “I’m sorry, I CAN stay perfectly still! It’s not my fault my tail accidentally sweeps something else!”

Yelena was teaching Kate how to be stealthy to avoid being discovered by vampires the other day when Kate’s performance was not quite meet up to Yelena’s standards, but in her defense, wolves have always been trackers, they are not stealthy hunters like cats.

“Last time I checked, your tail was still very attached to you. There wasn’t a living tail dancing here, right? You’re so bad at being stealthy,” Yelena teases gently, pretty amused by the werewolf.

“Whatever,” Kate said, waving her off. “Werewolves are impulsive creatures, which makes us better hunters. We’re the best trackers. We don’t do stealth.”

Yelena rolls her eyes. “One day you’ll need to lay low. You don’t want to mess it up, do you?”

“I’m improving!!” Kate whines.

Yelena laughs. “No, you’re not.”

Seeing Kate pouting, Yelena laughs even harder.

The laughter dies down and Kate decides to try again.

“Do you want to… talk about It?” Kate says softly, carefully moving to her side.

Watching Kate approach slowly and carefully, Yelena is awed by Kate’s golden retriever type of friendliness and curiosity. She has never met anyone like Kate Bishop.

Vampires – especially widows – live a life of blood and violence. They are literally born from death. Vampires who live in groups are even more violent. And humans are no better. Even humans do have beating hearts, they are just as cruel, if not worse. She has met so many creatures, and hunted more, but she has never met anyone who is this sincere and willing to get close to her. Apart from Natasha and her parents, she has never run into someone who cares about her. But their concern always annoyed her. Most of the people she met wanted to kill her. Well, to be fair, she did kill most of the people she met, but the point still stands.

But the same thing can be applied to her. Now here she is, befriending a werewolf, caring about her, teaching her how to deal with her own kind.

Yelena sighs and lays down on the grass.

Kate lays down as Yelena does.

At first, none of them speak, and they look at the forest above them in comfortable silence.

“There was a girl, she was only 19 when she was turned. She was sold to a drug dealer. That dealer specializes in selling our blood. Although vampires are naturally strong and difficult to catch alive, once trapped by silver, we are just as vulnerable as humans. She became that man’s money-making machine, silvered. He only fed her once a week. Sometimes only fed her once in two weeks. But made her keep supplying,” says Yelena suddenly, after a long silence.

“That’s so fucked up,” Kate whispers.

“That drug dealer obviously was very proud of owning a vampire. He decided his clients can drink blood directly from her as long as they paid enough. didn’t care how his asshole clients hurt her with silver.”

Kate was horrified by the cruelty of the human race. “Fuck,” is all she can say.

“Apparently humans have a sick obsession with immortals, even though they hate vampires,” Yelena says in disgust. “They cut her with silver just to enjoy watching her heal.”

Kate’s stomach is twisting uncomfortably. Waves of anger flares up from the bottom of her heart. She wants to hurt him badly. She wants someone to punish that man.

“When I found her, she had fainted. I removed silver chains,” Yelena gritting her teeth as she continues her storytelling. “But I had to make her drink my blood to wake her up.”

“Did you kill the drug dealer?” Kate asks softly, turning her face to look at Yelena.

Yelena refuses to respond to Kate’s gaze, only shaking her head slightly. “That’s not my place. I gave that dealer to the girl, Alex. It was her revenge. She drained all of the dealer’s men dry in front of him, kept the dealer as a blood bag ever since, and hunted down every man who ever tortured her.”

Kate squirmed uncomfortably. It’s cruel and bloody, but after all she had been through, Kate feels she had no right to call her cruel. What’s more, Kate now knows that an eye for an eye is a vampire culture. Besides, who is she to judge vampires for being cruel when one of the wolves must die during the challenges of the alpha wolf the alpha must die in her culture.

“And what about you, Kate Bishop?” Yelena asks suddenly, turning her face to look into Kate’s eyes. The green-hazel eyes meet the blues, she looks deeply at Kate without blinking. “If it were you, what would you do?”

“I-I-” Kate stutters. She’s never a fan of cruel traditions, so she never has a pack. Her mother had people murdered and collaborated with the mob, so she chose to turn her mother over to the police. But the police can’t stop Kingpin, and she doesn’t think the human authorities care about vampire rights. Shit, Kate knows that Bill intents to protect vampire rights didn’t pass in many states (unlike other supernatural creatures, vampires are basically dead people, so vampire rights are one of the most controversial topics in America). She hunts vampires and other supernatural creatures to protect humans. She may even have killed a couple of tracksuit guys in Christmas. But, in this case, she really doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t think a bullet to the head would calm her anger.

“I’ll shoot him like a target,” Kate says, “until he’s covered in arrows like a hedgehog.”

Yelena smiled sadly.

“No, Kate Bishop, you won’t,” Yelena says. “That’s not who you are.”

Kate doesn’t know what to say. Yelena loses interest to speak again, the two of them quietly lying on the grass, thinking in each other’s silence.

It takes forever for Yelena to stand up. Kate sits up in surprise and looks at Yelena. “You’re leaving?”

“No,” says Yelena. “Enough of brooding, Kate Bishop. Are you gonna spar with me?”

Kate grins and shifts into her wolf form.

Notes:

Blood incident but they are both totally in control!
They are getting closer!!!

Five days later, she runs into Yelena, again. In her defense, she thinks Yelena is stalking her intentionally! One of Kate’s werewolf friends, Franny, told Kate that a friend of her told her that his cousin bragged about him and his friend went to a very cool bar, it was full of“Werewolves, witches, fairies and vampires!”. Werewolves, witches, fairies, and vampires, all of them have their own separate and exclusive societies, and fairies hate vampires, vampires despise werewolves, witches and vampires are enemies, werewolves reject everybody else besides wolves. Kate has no idea how supernatural creatures could stay in one place and not fight, so naturally, Kate is going to investigate.

It turns out to be a werewolf bar. It’s a Saturday night, the party starts early, and Kate blends in with an unfamiliar pack of wolves when she spots a vampire.

To her surprise, that vampire with purple streaks on her hair goes straight to the stage. She stylishly asks for attention and delivers a heartwarming speech.

Kate is in the back of the crowd, raising her eyebrow so hard as she listens to the vampire. Werewolves… working with vampires???

What happens next horrifies Kate even more.

The vampire bites her own wrist, letting the blood drips into the rows of cups held by the werewolves downstage, and then distributes cups of blood to all werewolves.

Werewolves drink vampire blood and start howling. Then, they start shifting.

Kate feels the wild energy pulsing in the air. Her own eyes go wild too. She has never felt such an uncontrollable desire to shift.

She was yanked out of the bar by a pair of hands on her waist next.

The force is so strong that she’s dragged out of the bar and taken away by it.

They do not stop until she could no longer feel the inescapable desire to shift, that’s when she smells the familiar scent. The next thing she knows, she’s held down against a brick wall by Yelena (what’s wrong with Yelena and her need to pin Kate down on a rough object’s surface anyway??).

“I told you to stay out of this, Kate Bishop,” Yelena says grumpily. “I see you’re in my way, again.”

Kate’s eyes are still wild.

“I-you-” Kate yells in frustration. “That’s a werewolf bar!!! I have every right to be there! But you, WHY ARE YOU THERE!”

She fights against Yelena fiercely, and that’s for the first time she feels Yelena’s pheromones. It’s… very clamming? She can’t help but relax, clamming her breath with them. Those gold eyes slowly return to their original blue.

“What the HELL just happened???”

“If I hadn’t dragged you out, you would have died there,” she says, frowning as she looks into Kate’s eyes, which have just returned to their normal color, and gently put Kate down. “there’s a bunch of V-crazed werewolves out there. They’ll tear you to pieces if they find out you don’t belong in the pack.”

“I’m Hawkeye! I can defend myself – what the fuck is V?”

“Hawkeye?” Yelena relaxes into an amused smile. “You’re a werewolf, not a were-bird.”

“It’s just a name…” Kate whines. “You haven’t answered my question! What the FUCK is going on in that bar and what’s V?”

Yelena’s face is set in a grim expression. “You don’t know much about the supernatural drug culture, do you, Kate Bishop?”

Kate shakes her head.

“V means vampire blood. Mortals- including werewolves – get stronger but crazier, when they drink vampire blood, and it’s addicted. Basically it is like a supernatural stimulant. That vampire in the bar, Valentina, is supplying those werewolves.”

Kate makes a disgusted face. “That’s disgusting. So those werewolves work for her just for her blood?”

 “Correct.”

“Is there any particular reason why you are both interested in a death-controlling coven and a pack of doped werewolves?”

The mysterious vampire just stares at the werewolf. After a few seconds, the vampire lets go of Kate completely. “No, Kate, stay away from them. You’ll get yourself killed.”

Without an explanation, she turns her back on Kate and leaves.

Kate gapes at Yelena’s back. How could she keep messing with Kate’s missions without a word of explanation?

“Hey! You owe me an explanation!” Kate runs after her, grabbing the vampire by the shoulder.

As if anticipating her stubbornness, Yelena easily shakes Kate off. Kate refuses to quit, and the next thing she knows, Yelena grabs her wrist and she is on the ground.

Kate stands up, facing Yelena then slaps her.

The Vampire was more surprised than hurt. She looks SO offended. “What is this?”

Kate stares blankly at Yelena. She’s just trying to get Yelena’s attention! She doesn’t know what to do next! “I don’t know,” She responded weakly, panicking.

Yelena rolls her eyes. She stomps around the werewolf and continues her way.

“Hey, get back here-” Kate shifts into her wolf form, chasing after the vampire and tackling her to the ground.

Yelena huffs, kicking the giant wolf out of her way. but Kate keeps engaging. For a moment, Yelena literally mobs the floor with the wolf’s face until Kate rolls over to get away from her and dashes the vampire to the ground.

“What are we doin’,” she gasps, “I mean, it’s a full-moon night, let’s have a drink, huh? Can’t a couple of girls take a little break from fighting to catch up?”

Under the werewolf, Yelena raises a perfect eyebrow. She is amused by the expectant look on the werewolf’s face. Kate seemed genuinely happy to buy her a drink and genuinely thinks she would say yes.

“You’re a werewolf and I’m a vampire, so, no, we’re not two girls who can have a drink and a girl talk.”

Kate looks like Yelena kicked her dog (or kicked her because Kate is basically an oversized puppy). She’s so disappointed that Yelena almost feels sorry for her.

“Kate,” Yelena looks at her pointedly, “You are still very naked, and you are on me.”

“Oh, sorry,” Kate says unapologetically, standing up, and offering a hand.

Yelena accepts. She studies the werewolf carefully, who is still very naked and chest-heaving from the fight.

“You know what,” says Yelena, still openly checking Kate, “maybe I’ll have a drink with you.”

“You do?” Kate doesn’t miss those glances, but her eyes literally lit up for her agreement.

“Okay. Yeah, sure, after you stay away from the coven and those wolves.”

Kate’s face immediately falls. “No! No, come on, that’s not what -”

But the vampire has vanished without a trace.

Kate stares into the thin air, again, trying to understand her cryptic behavior. She doesn’t remember to look for her clothes until she hears a distant horn.

Before falling to sleep that night, Kate thinks a lot. She keeps meeting Yelena, right? But vampires generally don’t stick around in one place for too long (for obvious reasons). But given a vampire’s eternal life, “not too long” can also mean (for them) a long time. However, this is not enough to explain why Yelena repeatedly meddles in mortal affairs. Vampires are usually very exclusive, and narcissistic, an altruistic vampire, it’s a little bit odd (though Kate thinks what happened at the werewolf bar may have broken the racial balance in vampire society, but it still could’ve been an isolated incident). But why does every time, Yelena has to mess with Kate’s plans, every time (although Yelena claims that it’s Kate in her way, not the way around. Hello she’s just a neighbor-friendly werewolf)? And those“Dates”? Of all the bars in town, Yelena HAS to go on a “Date” every time at the bar where Kate works? Every time when Kate’s there (the bar owner said she never showed up when Kate isn’t working)? All that innuendo flirting? Kate just cannot understand this mysterious vampire, and she’s both frustrated and fascinated by her.

Kate rolls over and lets out a frustrated scream into the pillow. Why can’t she talk to me??? Why’d she have to be so complicated???

Notes:

There’s a POI ref if anyone notices-
The next chapter would be Yelena’s POV!!!