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winters-dream · 1 year

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cw: blood, running away, vampirism

Leaves crunched down with every stumbling step she took, her feet were bare and blistered, having discarded her damning shoes after only a few hours of running. Her dress was shredded around her ankles and her hair was a straggling mess around her shoulder, barely held up in the bun she’d worn.

She looked somewhere left, finally finding something. A break in the trees. If she focused her eyes, she could have sworn she saw a field of some kind. Maybe a backyard. Yes. A backyard. To a house. Maybe she'd find a family that'd be nice enough to hide her. Yes. Finally. She shifted towards the clearing and began walking. She stumbled between trees, tripped over branches (sometimes her skirts).

She’s been out here in the woods for days, running. Running away from her life as a princess. The king and queen, her parents, were trying to marry her off to a king almost thirty years older than her and no amount of arguing would dissuade them. They only saw her as a pawn to strengthen their bonds with a neighboring kingdom. She was practically trained to be an obedient pretty face. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let her only purpose in life be shutting up and sitting pretty where her only contribution to the world was producing an heir. She couldn’t. So she ran away. Climbed out of her bedroom window and disappeared into the woods behind the castle.

She broke through the trees, a rush of relief washing over her. An abandoned castle in the middle of a large field. She wouldn’t find someone who could help her, but an empty castle was shelter. That was good enough for her. It had an eerie feel about it, but she couldn’t find herself to care about that. A place to sleep was a place to sleep. She trudged forward, her feet ached with every step she took. The cold steps were soothing under her feet as she pushed the door open. She stepped inside, finding the inside foyer to be surprisingly clean.

“Hello?” she called out. No response. She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the staircase on her left. Hopefully she’d find a bed to sleep on before she continued her escape.

She didn’t make it two steps when a looming figure suddenly appeared before her. The figure was insanely tall with sickeningly pale skin and red glowing eyes. His lips were drawn back in an angered snarl, his sharp fangs more than visible.

A vampire. Out of all the places she could have stumbled upon, she entered a vampire’s home. Her heart pounded as she turned around and bolted towards the door, knowing it was hopeless. The door snapped shut on its own and she was spun back around by the arm. The vampire pushed her against the door, his grip on her arms bruisingly tight. Anger was written all over his face, it was obvious he didn’t appreciate his home being invaded.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to trespass, I didn’t know—”

“Shut up,” said the vampire. Anger coming off him in waves. “Who the hell do you think you are, trespassing into a vampire’s territory? Are you trying to get yourself killed? I have half the mind to do just that, drain the blood from your pathetic little body.”

The princess shook her head frantically. “Please, please don’t, I didn’t know this was your home, I was—”

The vampire growled, his eyes boring into hers. This effectively shut the princess up, a small squeak escaping the back of her throat. The vampire kept glancing between her eyes and her racing pulse. He could smell the fear radiating off of her as well as the blood rushing under the surface of her skin. Her scent was intoxicating.

He ducked his head down and ran his nose over her pulse. The princess tensed under his hold on her. So responsive. The vampire took in a deep breath, inhaling her beautiful scent. He almost moaned at how delicious she smelled, he could hardly wrap his head around how wonderful her blood must taste. No, killing her would be a waste. He’d need to keep her.

The sound of people shouting brought him out of his trance. He pulled his head away from the princess’s neck, eyes cast over to a window looking out to the field. There appeared to be people in royal attire walking towards his castle. They looked to be searching for someone. The princess?

The princess gasped, grabbing the vampire’s attention. No. How did they find her? Panic flooded through her, she couldn’t let them take her. But her only other option was to risk death with this vampire. Did she really want to try? If she went back with the guards she’d be forced to marry that old king. They’d most definitely have her under strict surveillance to keep her from running away again. Her mother would probably hit her again, while her father just watched.

No, she couldn’t go back to that life. She decided. She’d rather die.

“Alice,” she jumped at the sound of her own name. One of the guards. “We know you’re here, so you might as well come back with us without resistance. If you come back willingly, the queen promised to show you leniency.”

She shook her head. Lies. She’d been promised leniency before. The queen locked her in a dungeon cell for a week. She knew better than to let them take her. She tugged on the vampire’s jacket, and shook her head at him. Tears threatened to slip down her face as she forced herself to make eye contact with this intimidating monster.

“Please,” she whispered. “You can’t let them take me. Please. They’re gonna take me back to my kingdom, and make me marry an old man and carry his children. They’re gonna keep me locked away in the dungeons for the rest of my life. Please, you have to help me. I’ll do anything.”

The vampire stared at her, examined her face before speaking.

“Give me your blood.”

“What?”

“You want my help?” he asked. “Give me your blood.”

There was pounding on the door, making Alice jump. She hastily nodded her head, giving the vampire permission to drink her blood. The vampire smiled a wicked smile and wrapped his arm around her waist. He jumped—high. Onto one of the rafters high above even the stair landing.

Alice, out of fear of falling, wrapped her arms and legs around him like a koala bear. The vampire had one hand around her waist and the other was holding her bare thigh where her dress rode up. His hand was cold on her bare skin and the contact made heat rise to her already red face. She looked up at the vampire but his gaze was locked onto the door, eyes following the guard that had made his way inside.

The guard disappeared down the large hallway, another guard climbing the stair to inspect the second story of the castle. A few minutes went by before they both came back and exited the castle, muttering something about no sign of life. Alice let out a long sigh when all of the guards disappeared back in the direction of the castle.

She looked at the vampire, a grateful smile slowly starting to form. “Thank you, uh. . .”

“Church,” said the vampire. His name is church? “But don’t thank me too soon, we still need to go over your payment.”

Right. Alice nodded, mentally preparing herself for what was about to come. Church dropped them down to the interior balcony, moving with such grace, Alice hardly moved in his hold. Once she was sure they were on more stable ground, she moved to stand on her own. But Church held onto her tighter, not letting her down.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily,” he said. He leaned in, grazing his sharp fangs against her throat. Her breath hitched when he trailed his tongue over the skin, wetting the area just under her pulse. Church couldn’t take it any more. The feel of her racing pulse was right under his lips, taunting him, inviting him to just sink his teeth in.

And so he did just that. Alice let out a gasp, Church’s saliva working as a numbing agent. Her blood exploded in his mouth as he happily drank. He drank and drank and drank, her fresh blood coursing through his veins and waking every cell in his body. He could feel Alice relax in his hold, a sigh escaping her lips, a sign that he’s taken enough blood.

He pulled away with a shuddering breath. Her blood was so refreshing, she was like a much needed gasp of air(if vampires needed to breathe). He licked the blood that trickled out of her bite, making them both shudder. If he wanted more of her delicious blood, he’d need to keep her alive. An idea popped in his head.

He moved his head out of the crook of Alice’s neck, exposing his now flushed face and dilated pupils. Alice’s eyes were just as dilated and a hint of lust swirled within them. A side effect of being bitten. A vampire’s bite left humans dizzy, almost in the sense of being high. The same went for vampires; the fresh blood of a recent feeding leaves them high off the bloodrush as well as horny due to blood flowing through every part of their body.

“You’re so delicious,” said Church. A lazy smile formed on his lips. He supported Alice’s weight in one arm and used his free hand to grab her chin. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Yeah?” asked Alice, she leaned forward, waiting for what Church was going to say. Church almost found her reaction cute.

“Stay here,” he said. “And let me feed off you anytime I please.”

He saw the panic that slowly began its journey to the surface of her face, but he continued.

“And in return, I’ll treat you the way a princess should be treated. No creepy old kings, no dungeons.” He placed a much too short kiss across her parted lips. “I’ll have you living a life of pampered luxury. My pretty little pet.”

“Why?” Alice’s voice was breathy and faint to her own ears.

Church let out a short laugh. The answer was obvious to him. “Because, I’d be crazy to let you go now that I’ve gotten a taste of your delicious blood. And you are by far the most enticing little treat I’ve had in all my years of existence. It’d be such a waste to send you away.”

Alice agreed. She didn’t know if it was the mesmerizing smile Church was sending her way, or the loss of blood clouding her judgment, or both. But she agreed. The most beautiful creature she’d ever laid eyes on wanted to take care of her in exchange for her blood. And if him feeding off her was going to leave her feeling high and needy every time, she’d gladly accept.

“Okay.”

Church’s hand traveled from her chin down to her neck, fingers brushing over her bite mark. His eyes followed his hand, and Alice could see the hunger rising in them. Her breath hitched at the thought of him leaving another bite in her skin. Church smirked at her reaction and moved his hand to the back of her neck.

“Good.”

He leaned in and sunk his fangs back into her neck, taking another long drink form her. Alice leaned her head back and sighed, another rush of bliss washed over her. Her vision slowly began to darken and she felt weak. She was losing too much blood. A faint sense of panic arose, but quickly faded as the blood loss made her tired. The longer Church drank from her, the more relaxed she felt. Her eyes felt heavy and the last thing she saw was the lapels of Church’s jacket as she fell limp in his arms.

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