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Tasted of Blood {Vampire! RomaniaxReader} {PT 1/2}

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“I look at you and what I see is how much I hate you when you breathe.”



Your lungs felt like they were about to burst.

Your head was swelling, your heart throbbing, your breaths were coming out ragged and harsh. Despite the exhaustion and immense pain in your knee, you continued on running.

The chilly October air caused your breath to come out in visible puffs, freezing the inside of your mouth each time you inhaled sharply. Your legs felt sore from sprinting for so long, but you ignored the pain.

It was difficult to navigate through the thick woods—and the fact that it was dark and cold outside didn’t make things any easier. The full moon casted a helpful glow, for it was the only source of light that you had.

You stopped momentarily. You listened hard for any movement, but sensed none. Whatever had been chasing you was now gone.

You bent over and rested your hands on your knees, breathing out heavily. You were sure your predators were nothing other than stray dogs, but the way they chased you was frightening. They somehow seemed larger than dogs—coyotes or wolves perhaps. The thought made you freeze in terror once more.

What were you guys thinking—going into the forbidden woods on Halloween night? The air was thick with fog, the tree’s branches were pointy and sharp, and there were wild animals roaming around. No one had seen a wolf or bear in ages, but as of tonight, you could prove them wrong.

And what’s worse, you had to be the one to get lost. You stopped following your friends for a moment to fix your costume, and when you looked up, they were gone.

Now you were stranded- most likely in the middle of the creepy forest- with no one to guide you out. When you realized you were lost, you’d noticed you weren’t on the trails anymore. You were in an unmarked area.

You sighed, and rubbed your stinging knee. Earlier when you were running for your life, you’d tripped on a low tree branch and busted your knee open. Exactly what happens in the horror movies, you thought irritably. You wiped away the gushing blood, just barely realizing how much it hurt. You’d probably been running on pure adrenaline earlier, and now the agony was starting to kick in.

You looked around once more, but to no avail. Neither your friends nor a trail were anywhere in sight. You had to keep going until you found an exit.

You began limping in a random direction, hoping it wouldn’t lead you to the deep, dark, dangerous lake.

That really was the name of it, though. Deep and Dark and Dangerous. Whoever came up with that name was dead-on. No one swam there, and not just because it was constantly freezing. The water was so dark that you couldn’t even see your ankles when stepping in. Plus it really was deep. The few people who had actually tried swimming there drowned a few years ago.

Gosh, what kind of town do I live in? you thought solemnly. There’s a forbidden forest, a dangerous lake, and groups of witchcraft-obsessed weirdos who hang around there. Not to mention your town was often covered in gray clouds or thick with dark fog.

“’The perfect Halloween town’.” You repeated what your city friends had told you. “’Can we go trick or treating at your place? It’d be so much fun!’” You were angrily mumbling their exact words. “’And can we go to that forbidden forest place? I bet it’d be so cool at night! Especially on Halloween.’”

You scoffed, and continued limping. “Yeah right. You guys are idiots.” You felt like you could never forgive them for making you come here.

You continued on limping in the darkness. The tall trees were starting to block the moonlight, making it harder to see. The wind blew eerily, causing the leaves to whisper in the night. The branches swung back and forth, in tune with the harsh winds.

It wasn’t long until you heard the sound of running water. Oh no… you thought glumly. Exactly where I didn’t want to end up.

But you had to admit, you were curious. You had never seen the infamous lake in person.

Limping a few more feet, the dark bay came into view. The water rumbled past, giving it a stream-like appearance.

“’Kay, I’ve seen it, time to go.” You told yourself quickly. You knew it would be dangerous to get any closer with a bad knee.

Though as you turned, you noticed something that seemingly hadn’t been there before. Is that… a mansion?

Your jaw dropped in awe. And not because the mansion was enormous. But because it was constructed in an ancient gothic theme, no lie. Can this place get any creepier? you mentally complained.

You were ninety-nine percent sure that the mansion was all-black. Though it was hard to tell at night. But that could explain why you hadn’t noticed it at first.

You glanced around, and heard an owl hoo hoo in the distance. Bats flew in groups among the dark sky. “This is getting ridiculous.” You said aloud. What was this, a terribly written horror fanfiction?

You contemplated knocking on the gothic-themed front door. Whoever was in there could help, right? They could show you the exit to the woods. Or you could use their phone to call someone.

But the mansion somehow looked like it was abandoned. Cobwebs were everywhere, the gargoyle statues looked like they hadn’t been dusted in years, and the lawn obviously hadn’t been tended to for a long time…

Plus this place was giving you the creeps. The backyard looked horrible—with all the fallen gravestones and what not. The grass was way overgrown. And the statues looked like they were glaring at you. And the-

-WAIT, WHAT?

Go back.

You listened to the alarms in the back of your mind. You glanced back to where you had just been looking, and sure enough—you weren’t imagining things.

There was a cemetery in the fucking backyard.

Now fully afraid, you began limping backwards. The familiar sound of four-legged sprinting became audible again. In the distance, you heard a wolf howling. The bushes near you began to shake, and you instantly understood.

You ran for your life again.

Though you were still creeped out by the mansion and whoever may or may not live in it, you immediately ran over to the front door and started banging frantically on the black wood. “Help! Somebody help me, please!” You shouted, as the wolves jumped out of the bushes and ran after you.

Just as the enormous dog-like creatures got to the front yard, the door opened.

Now to be completely honest, you were expecting something of an elderly, overweight gothic-obsessed man. One who would be wearing all-black, with crazy hair that stuck up in several places. You thought he might look like a Tim Burton wanna-be, what with the massive gothic house, in the middle of the forbidden forest, with the country’s most dangerous lake nearby, and the cemetery… and everything…

But, oh wow, were you wrong.

Surprisingly, the boy who appeared in front of you looked around your age. Sixteen or seventeen perhaps.

And goddamn, was he hot.

His mesmerizing eyes were crimson red, and he had shaggy, straight, side-parted light brown hair with a small red top hat on the side. One yellow ribbon and one red ribbon fell from the hat down to his slim shoulder.

He was wearing a red trench coat, with black-and-white-striped sleeve cuffs. Beneath it he wore black slacks and brown lace-up, knee-length boots.

He smiled gently at you, showing off a pair of fanged teeth. You noticed he had a small pearl-like earring on his left ear. “Hello there, darling.” God, even his voice was perfect.

You were momentarily speechless. Somehow, your heart began beating faster than it had been when the wolves were chasing you.

Speaking of the wolves…

You broke out of your trance, and turned around. The wolves were still there, but they had slowed their running to a slow trotting. They came into the porch light, their tails wagging, tongues panting, acting as if they were common house dogs.

One excitedly jumped up, accidentally clawing at your waist.

“Down Lucifer.” You heard the boy command.

The wolf (dog?) instantly listened and backed off.

You glanced back at the house owner, wide-eyed. He grinned sweetly, “Sorry about them. I’ve tried training them not to kill people, but they don’t always listen.”

You cringed. He said that so casually.

He got down on his knees beside you, his left shoulder brushing against your bare leg. He pet the three wolves cheerfully, giving them enough hugs and love to satisfy them for the moment. “You’re such good little wolves, you know that? I love you guys. You’re so cute~!” When he was done, he sent them back into the woods.

You stood there, frozen in the doorway. What. The fuck. Was going on?

When he stood back up, he faced you again. A look of guilt instantly struck his face. “I’m really sorry. You’re a guest. I shouldn’t have given them more attention than you,”

Once again breaking out of your reverie, you frantically shook your head. “N-No, it’s okay, really. I thought those things were going to eat me until you showed up…”

He smiled at you again, nearly making your heart melt. “What can I do for you, darling?”

You looked down, suddenly embarrassed. You told him how you got lost in the woods and needed to use his phone to call your parents.

“Hm? I don’t have a telephone. I’m a bit too old-fashioned for that. But you can stay here for the night, if you’d like?”

You blushed a bit, but thought it over anyways. Normally you wouldn’t be okay with staying in a stranger’s home, but this guy didn’t seem dangerous. Plus it was late, and you probably woke him up. You knew you must be far from the forest’s exit, too. And he was so kind. You weren’t sure if you could reject his offer.

“How about it, darling? I could take a look at that knee of yours,”

Bashfully, you nodded. You’d almost forgotten about your bleeding knee. If you didn’t take care of it soon, it could get infected. He probably had everything you needed.

His face lit up happily, and his grin once again flashed two pointy fangs. “Great! It’s been a while since I’ve had… company,” He stretched out an arm to you, offering his hand. “My name is Romania and I’ll be your host tonight. Tell me, darling, what is your name?”

You giggled a bit, and told him your name. He really was old-fashioned; it was cute. You shook his leather-gloved hand, which felt oddly cold.

“So very lovely to meet you,” He stepped back and bowed; left arm against his chest while the other gestured to his home, “Please do come in~” He purred, never breaking eye contact with you.

You grinned and walked past him, thinking about how he was such a great guy.

Though as soon as your back was to him… he smirked maliciously, his red eyes began to glow with danger, and his sharp fangs peeked out—eager.

Take my hand doll face don’t be afraid

I only want to decorate the walls with your brains!

“Your house is huge. Do you have a big family?” You asked as you glanced around the large entryway.

Romania silently appeared over your shoulder; startling you a bit. “No. I live alone.” He whispered into your ear from behind.

You jumped in surprise. First, that was a little weird. Second, he lives alone? “You’re here all by yourself in this gigantic mansion? Don’t you get lonely?” You blurted without thinking.

He walked beside you, leading you up the tall spiral staircase. With a sigh, he said, “Yes, I miss my dear little brother Moldova. But he’s living with his adoptive parents now.”

You gasped a little as you limped up the stairs, “Adopted? Are you guys…-”

“-Orphans? Yes. Our real parents left us only with this mansion and their fortune. I’m legally an adult; an emancipated minor. But the court wouldn’t let me take care of my little brother. So he had to go with an adoptive family,” He noticed you limping, and scowled. “Why didn’t you tell me how much it bothered you?”

Before you could respond, he gently grabbed your arm and placed it over his shoulders. His other arm snaked around your waist, letting you lean into him heavily.

“You don’t have to do that…” You nearly whispered; cheeks tinged with pink.

He smiled down at you softly, “It’s okay. You’re injured. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you.” He led you up the stairs, down a hallway, and into a large gothic bathroom.

You leaned against him the whole time, glad to have some pressure off your aching knee. The blood had already dried up, but the wound was still open. But something seems weird… you thought to yourself. It’s so warm in here. So why does he feel so cold?

Once inside the spacious restroom, Romania quickly picked you up and placed you on the counter. “The medicine cabinet’s down here.” He commented, getting on his knees to open the cabinet below the sink.

You blushed as he got down; your legs were spread open and he was directly beneath them. But you couldn’t close them because they’d get in his way. Trying to distract yourself as he rummaged through the cabinet, you glanced in the mirror. Ugh, I look terrible, you thought, frowning at your appearance.

Somehow, your friends had convinced you to go trick-or-treating as a ‘zombie-cheerleader’, since they were all going as different zombies. One was a zombie princess; another was a zombie bride, while the other was the zombie slayer.

It was hard for them to convince you to do it. But when you finally did, you refused to wear the zombie body paint. It was just too ugly. You couldn’t understand why they’d want to wear it, or why they’d even love zombies as much as they do. Damn that Walking Dead show.

Needless to say, without the makeup, you looked more like an average cheerleader. Short pleated skirt and all. Which only added to your slight discomfort of Romania’s position.

“Alright, here’s everything.” He stood back up; dropping some hand towels, peroxide, cotton balls, Neosporin, bandages, and a roll of gauze onto the counter.

He remained standing between your legs and placed his cold hands on your waist. He scooted you down a bit more so he could get to work. Well excuse you? you were almost tempted to say. His hands lingered on your waist a little longer than necessary, and he slowly slid them down your thighs to your injured knee. Also unnecessary. His touch was soft, gentle, and chilling. It gave you goose bumps and a shiver down your spine.

He eyed the bottle of peroxide with discomfort. “You know what this is, right?” He asked carefully, holding up the bottle.

You sighed, “Yeah. It’s that peroxide stuff. You pour it over a cut to clean the bacteria. But it stings like hell.”

He nodded. “Exactly. But I have something else we could use…” He opened a drawer, and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear substance.

“What’s that…?” You asked, eyeing it uncomfortably.

One more time

For the broken hearted

Two more times

For my dearly departed

Three time whore

Cupid’s coming for you

Down down down

Karma’s gonna get you

“It’s filled with something that will make the healing go by faster. And it kills the bacteria too. So don’t you think it’s better than using peroxide?” He was lying through his fanged teeth, but you had no clue.

“Well… I don’t know… I’m not too fond of shots…” You responded warily.

He tried to hide the clenching of his jaw, the angry fist around the poison-filled syringe, and the irritated glow of his crimson eyes. Looking away, he cheerfully said, “Okay. Peroxide it is then.”

He began treating you, moving as carefully as a licensed doctor. He’s so sweet and gentle, you thought lovingly. Until he got to the peroxide part. You could’ve sworn he splashed on way more than was needed, but didn’t he know what he was doing? Either way, the stinging in your knee was nearly unbearable as the powerful liquid oozed through the wound, killing off any bacteria from the dirt and branches.

Once your knee was clean and bandaged, he moved to help you down from the counter. But you didn’t notice and tried to jump down. The movement caused you to fall into his arms; your face pressed against his throat. “Oh, I’m so sorry…” You murmured quickly.

He pressed his face into your hair and mumbled quietly, “It’s okay, darling~” He inhaled deeply, loving the delicious scent of you. He could hardly stand it. Patience, he told himself. The time will come soon enough. He subconsciously tightened his arms around your waist; pressing you harder against his chest.

You blushed madly—your totally sexy host was hugging you to him. And you were super enjoying it. Except his inhuman coldness. That was a turn-off. Plus, you didn’t want to admit you liked him yet. Not while you were staying in his house.

When he started running his freezing hands up and down your back, you knew enough was enough. Sure you wanted him to like you too, but not now. You pulled away, a bit faster than intended.

“Oh… sorry,” He looked away shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. He smiled with embarrassment, “I just got a little carried away there.” The faint pink blush on his cheeks sealed the deal: He looked adorable as hell. “I guess I just needed a friend.”

Your heart almost broke. “You… needed a friend?”

He nodded, smiling gently. “Yes. But it’s okay, don’t worry about it. Now let me lead you to a bedroom.”

Once he found a suitable guest bedroom, you ran inside and plopped down on the fluffy king-sized bed. “Hey, this is huge! It’s like a five-star hotel suite.” You gushed.

“Oh, it’s nothing…” He waved it off.

While you continued rolling around the comforter and millions of pillows, Romania discreetly pulled out a 10-inch cord from his coat pocket. He slyly placed it between both of his thumbs and forefingers, pulling it taut. Yes, this would do just fine.

I look at you

And what I see

Is how much I hate you when you breathe

He plopped down on the bed with you, cord hidden in the fist of his right hand. “Everything is to your liking, I presume?”

You popped your head out from beneath a mound of soft pillows, “Yup, I love it.”

He smirked seductively, “Excellent.” He lay down next to you, a couple pillows keeping a barrier between you two.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Even though he was a good four feet away. “I didn’t think your house would be this beautiful. To be honest, from the outside, I thought it looked abandoned,”

He chuckled, scooting a bit closer. “I understand. I’ve thought about hiring a professional gardener to take care of it for me. And maybe a chef or two. And possibly a butler…” He trailed off, grabbing the closest pillow and hugging it to his chest. It just so happened to be the pillow separating you two. “A whole staff wouldn’t be so bad. I’ve just been so lonely these days...”

That was it; you didn’t care anymore. You removed the last pillow that was between you two, and scooted over to lie directly next to him. “I’m sorry. You must’ve had a rough past.”

He threw the pillow over his shoulder, and shifted onto his shoulder to face you. “Indeed. My mother and father passed only a few years ago…” A look of sadness crossed his crimson eyes, and you felt like you could just hug him and squeeze him tight and hold him like a teddy bear.

He scooted the last few inches till you were nearly face-to-face with each other. “But, don’t worry about me. I’m fine, really…” He gently rubbed your bare upper arm, caressing it lovingly.

The look on your face said it all. He had succeeded in gaining your trust. And his fake sob story made you feel bad for him—which only made things easier.

You looked up into his sad red eyes. “I wish there was something I could do to help,”

He looked down at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Well, there is one thing-”

Just as he began his sentence, a loud clap of thunder overpowered his voice. Startled, you turned your body and looked over to the window. “There’s going to be a storm tonight?”

He smirked dangerously. With your back to him, things would go by much smoother and quieter. He took the thin but strong cord from his fist and pulled it taut between his fingers, readying for the attack.

Though just as he was about to move in for your neck, you turned and faced him again. Surprised, he instantly dropped the cord. It fell to the fluffy comforter and slid down the crack between the bed’s headboard and the wall. Damn, so close, he cursed within his mind.

“Well… I’ve wanted to thank you, Romania. For letting me stay here for the night. It was really kind of you.” Smiling sweetly, you ran your fingers through his silky brown locks.

Trying to maintain his fake gentlemanly composure, he grinned back. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

As soon as the words left his lips, you paused—hand still in his soft beige hair. You felt like you both were getting a little too intimate. You had only met tonight and yet you were already in bed together… literally.

He noticed your hesitance, and slowly raised his hand to yours. He stroked it softly, pressing your palm against his chilled cheek.

Heart racing, you pulled it away. You didn’t want to, but who knows how much wiser and more experienced this guy is?

Feeling a bit guilty, you looked up at his crushed expression. His crestfallen face reminded you of a sad little puppy rejected of playtime. Your rejection obviously hadn’t helped his emotional problems either.

“Well…” He sat up, and adjusted his red top hat. “Why don’t you wash up for dinner? I’ll have a hot shower ready for you down the hall. Come down to the dining room whenever you’re ready.” He slid off the large bed and walked out of the room.

…Now I feel bad, you thought shamefully. He obviously liked you and was hoping for maybe a kiss or two.

But… I shouldn’t, you reminded yourself. Though he was kind and polite, he was still a stranger to you. But he’s such a sweetheart... and so, so cute... You giggled at the thought. He was probably the cutest guy you’d ever met. Wait till my friends hear about this. They’ll be so jealous. Serves them right for ditching me in the middle of the forbidden forest.

You got off the bed, and headed down the hallway. Romania had said he’d have the shower ready. Once you got there, the water was already running and steam was on the mirror. But Romania wasn’t in sight. He was probably downstairs, making something to eat.

Looking around the enormous bathroom, you noticed he’d left a crisp white robe folded on the counter for you. He’s such a good host, you thought to yourself. He’ll probably offer to wash your clothes (read: Halloween costume) once you’re out.

Humming to yourself, you got ready for the shower. It was probably the most luxurious restroom you’d ever been in. The showerhead was square and large, practically making a waterfall of steaming water splash down. This is practically a spa, you realized.

As you enjoyed yourself in the expensive shower, Romania crept out from the room closest to the bathroom. Slyly, he walked over to the door, clutching the knife in his hand so tightly that his knuckles were almost white.

Lovely slits around your neck

Started in love

Ended in death

He gently turned the knob, and was pleased to see you’d left it unlocked. Your humming combined with the roar of the waterfall and the exhaust fan managed to tune out his entrance. He walked silently over to the stone shower, stopping on the wall next to the shower’s entryway.

Though just as he was about to raise the knife, the water stopped.

He froze—it was now almost silent. He quickly dropped down and hid behind a counter.

You stepped out, water dripping from your bare body as you grabbed a towel.

As you began drying off and continued humming, you didn’t notice the wide-eyed, jaw-dropped, blushing boy from behind the counter.

He covered his mouth to keep from moaning, but couldn’t force his lustful eyes off you. He growled quietly at the tightening in his pants.

Sure, you were his prey, his soon-to-be meal, but that didn’t change the fact that he could be attracted to you. Especially when naked. Your dripping skin only made his urge for your blood even stronger. He could barely stand the wait to cut you open.

He almost lost it while tending to your cut, but he made himself wait. He hadn’t drank human blood in months and wanted to savor this lucky chance. He didn’t want a fight, a loud struggle, or to make a bloody mess. He wouldn’t let it be wasted.

After you slipped on the fluffy robe, picked up your dirt-covered clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom, Romania made his escape. He took the shortcut to the kitchen, glad he’d already prepared dinner just in case he failed again.

You sighed happily as you walked down the long hallways. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t get lost; the light at the end of the hall was a dead giveaway that’s where the dining room was. As you got there, Romania was there waiting for you. “Hello darling. Have a nice shower?”

You looked up, hearts practically in your eyes. Why was Romania so perfect? And people say chivalry’s dead. Romania’s living proof that there are still good, honest, polite guys out there. You wondered if you were going to fall in love by the end of the night.

Your pretty eyes are in a daze

No expression

On your face

Remembering that he was still waiting for an answer, you quickly nodded. “Yeah, it was great. Thanks for letting me wash up. And what should I…” You looked down at your costume.

“Oh, no worries. I’ll take them. In the meantime you can sit down and have a drink.” He tried to say it casually as he took the clothes from you, hoping you wouldn’t detect the trap. He knew you trusted him, but he had to be careful if he wanted things to go a certain way.

As he turned a corner into the laundry room, he grinned in victory. This time, his plan wouldn’t fail. No one suspects anything from a warm cup of tea, do they? The drugs in your cup would knock you out within a minute of consumption.

No screaming!

No breathing!

Just you pleading

Oh my God

I think she’s bleeding

You were glancing around the kitchen and dining room. You wished there was something you could do to help. You saw he had prepared tomato soup, which looked delicious on a stormy night like this one.

You noticed he’d been slicing up tomatoes before he left to put your clothes in the washer. I can help with that at least, you thought. You picked up the kitchen knife, which felt heavy and foreign to you.

Holding one tomato half over the cutting board, you began to slice. Though it wasn’t long before your thoughts shifted to Romania again. I wonder what’s taking him so long? I kind of miss him already…- You shook your head; you didn’t want to become too attached or clingy.

But he’s so wonderful. He’d make a great boyfriend. I wonder if something could actually happen between us?... As you thought about what a life filled with Romania would be like, you weren’t paying enough attention to the knife in your hand.

“Ouch!” You whisper-yelled, dropping the knife. You’d accidentally cut the tips of your pointer and middle fingers, and they were already dripping blood.

Romania instantly appeared. The words ‘Oh my God, I think she’s bleeding’ echoed in his mind. “Are you alri-” His eyes widened when he realized you really were bleeding.

“Sorry, I was just trying to help, it was an accide-” Before you could finish, Romania had already walked across the kitchen to you. Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed the tips of your bleeding fingers into his mouth.

One more time

For the broken hearted

Two more times

For my dearly departed

Three time whore

Cupid’s coming for you

Down down down

Karma’s gonna get you

“R-Romania?” You stuttered, a warm blush across your cheeks. You felt your heart speed up and that familiar ‘butterfly’ feeling in your stomach. His tongue slid over your cuts, making your whole body feel hot. As he sucked gently on the wound, you couldn’t deny that the whole gesture was a bit of a turn-on.

When he removed your two fingers from his mouth, he wiped the side of his lips. His eyes were shadowed from view. A drop of your blood landed on his clothing.

You got blood

On my favorite shirt

Fuck you bitch

I’ll make you hurt

“Does it feel better?” He mumbled hoarsely.

Looking away, you breathed out quietly, “Yeah. A lot better.” And it was true. The cut was no longer bleeding, your fingers were clean of blood, and his soft tongue worked better than any medicine.

“Well, shall I serve you?”

When you both had your bowls, Romania set his on the counter to pull out your chair for you. So chivalrous and perfect, you thought. “Thank you.” He nodded and started eating.

As he did, you noticed his soup looked different than yours. “Hey, isn’t your tomato soup a bit thinner than mine?” You blurted out curiously.

He dropped his spoon in surprise. The clanking sound against the bowl echoed through the dining room. “Oh, it’s just…” He hoped you wouldn’t notice the metallic scent coming from his bowl of ‘soup’. “Mine doesn’t have certain ingredients. I’m, um… allergic to some of the spices I used for yours. But I thought you’d like them, so I added them to yours and kept them away from mine.” There. A good lie for being thought up on the spot.

“Oh, okay. Just wondering.” You wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to risk getting an allergic reaction for you, but stayed quiet. You didn’t want him to think you didn’t appreciate it. Besides, his tomato soup really was delicious.

You ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until another question popped into your mind. “Hey Romania, can I ask you another question?” You weren’t sure if you should ask or not, but the question had been plaguing your mind since you first stepped inside the mansion.

“Sure, anything.”

Trying to act casual, you swirled your spoon around the bowl as you asked, “Why is there a cemetery in the backyard?”

Romania stared at you with discomfort, but you didn’t notice. “Back in the 1800’s, this mansion used to be a funeral home.” He glanced again at your untouched tea cup.

“Oh…” You looked down, slightly troubled to hear this was where countless dead bodies had been—but that was over two hundred years ago.

He nodded, and looked back down at his own cup. “Have you tried the tea? I made it myself. My own special blend.” He pressed.

Girl you got something

That you deserved

Your spot in Hell

Just got reserved

You looked at him apologetically. “I haven’t… I’m really sorry. It’s just that, if I drink tea or coffee in the evening, I won’t be able to sleep at night…” You trailed off, guilty that you couldn’t try his specially made drink.

Before he could respond, a spoon dropped from the table. “I’ll pick it up.” He said as he bent down below the table.

As soon as you couldn’t see him, he grounded his teeth furiously. His face twisted with anger, he snatched up the spoon he’d purposely dropped.

He sat up, his face as calm and composed as when he’d first went down. He glanced at you sweetly, “I know it’s late, but would you care to watch a movie with me?”

A.N.: Oh noes, it’s over ?! D’:

Pfft, of course not. Part 2 will be coming soon. I really wish I didn’t have to split this one-shot in two, but it was over 10,000 words… too long for a one-shot IMO…

About the song. Well for starters it’s “Happy Violentine’s Day” by Blood on the Dance Floor. I usually don’t like that band, but when I heard the song—it was just really creepy and totally inspired this story. This is my first song-fic, so go easy on meh. The lyrics aren’t finished yet; they’ll be resumed in the Part 2. Oh, and they have a meaning that’s more tied in to the story than you think; you’ll also see that in Part 2.

The ‘warning’ stuff at the top was dead serious. The blood, violence, and sexy scenes will finally occur in Part 2. Oh gosh, now I’m really excited for you to read it. Romania is so fucking hawt *.*

Ofc, he’s not really a vampire, but I just had to go with that idea. Sorry for the long A.N., too. Oh and it’s nowhere near Halloween but I decided to use it anyway, deal with it~ …Another thing. I may have made Romania a bit more old-fashioned and chivalrous than he really is, but it was for the sake of the story :3 You like it, right?

Leave a comment or else Romania’s gonna come and get you~! Jack scary face plz 

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Jenny345's avatar
Nicely done. Getting a little aroused arn't we Romania? XD You are such a naughty boy. XD