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Another Life - Chapter 21

Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows

Pairing: Vladislav x Reader

Series Rating: E

Word Count: 1408 (It’s a shortie.)

Chapter Summary: Vladislav asks reader on a date, and in an almost appropriate way.

A/N: Yes it took us over 40k words to get to him asking her out. Idk why I’m like this, either. As always, this is cross-posted to AO3. (And when I inevitably find typos, I’ll fix them over there.)

A strangled sort of hissing noise pulled your focus from your endlessly scrolling on your phone. You snapped your head up and saw dark robes disappear around a corner. You sat, watching, as Petyr poked his head back around the corner and hissed angrily at you.

“It’s not my fault!” you shot back, leaping off the couch to draw the curtains in the lounge and block out the light from the setting sun, surely the source of his distress. “What are you even doing up so early?”

He shrugged as he entered the now-dark lounge, moving so smoothly you couldn’t be sure he wasn’t gliding.

“Are you ok?”

He nodded once. Thankfully. You shuddered to think what could have happened if he’d come in when the curtains were open.

“Please make sure the sun has set before you start wandering around,” you warned him. “I’m a human. I need the sunlight sometimes.”

More women continued to disappear. They disappeared quickly, at a rate of one to two a week. If they were dead, and it was in fact just one killer, that would make this most prolific serial killer New Zealand had ever seen. Maybe even the whole world.

All of the missing women looked like you.

It wouldn’t happen to you though. You didn’t go out to bars anymore. You never went out at night alone. Even after all this had happened, how were these women dumb enough to keep going out?

Victim-blaming.

You knew that’s what you were doing and you knew you were wrong. These women had been taken, probably killed. And you blamed them so that you didn’t have to feel so scared that you could be next.

And so that you didn’t feel guilty.

Not that you had anything to do with the disappearing women.

At least, you were pretty sure you didn’t.

But, being pretty sure wasn’t the same as being entirely sure.

And that difference was enough to make you choke on your guilt.

“Y/N?”

You sat up higher in the bathtub, startled by the intrusion. Not that it was an intrusion, really. Whoever it was was still in your bedroom. You couldn’t see them through the small crack in the door, and if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you.

“Hello?” you called back.

“Can I come in?” You recognized the voice as Vladislav’s.

“Um, no?” You sunk back down into the bathtub, causing a bit of water to slosh over the edge of the antiquated claw-foot. There were no bubbles, though, so submerging yourself did little for your modesty.

“Ah.”

‘Ah?’ What did he expect here? You were taking a bath.

You told him as much. “I’m in the bathtub right now.”

“I know.”

“Okay…?”

“May I come in, please?”

A small part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the fact he’d said please took up the larger part of your mind. You’d never heard him say please before. At least, not that you could remember. He might have said it once. He must have. But you certainly couldn’t recall it.

You sighed. “Okay, just hang on a second.”

You leaned forward, water sloshing at the disturbance, and grabbed the end of the shower curtain with your wet fingertips, pulling it around the tub to leave only your head exposed.

You chewed your lower lip nervously. This was dumb; you were overthinking it. After all, Dawn had come into the bathroom to talk while you’d bathed or showered, back when you’d still lived together. Still, this felt different somehow.

Vladislav cleared his throat from behind the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yes!” you replied, before you could change your mind.

He opened the door just wide enough for him to squeeze through, then closed it behind him, keeping the warm air inside and preventing you from freezing. He walked up to the side of the tub, resting his booted foot on the toilet, and leaning forward to rest his forearm on his thigh. In this position, he towered directly over you, and you had to lay back in the tub, looking toward the cracked ceiling, in order to see his face.

With a quick glance down on Vladislav’s part, you felt prompted to tug the shower curtain partially into the tub in order to keep yourself covered. It was both to hide your naked body, and to prevent any more heat from escaping the warm tub. You shivered as chills ran through your body. With Vladislav towering over you, fully clothed, and separated from you only by a shower curtain, you felt exposed.

“What’s up?” It took all your willpower not to visibly cringe. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong with ‘what’s up,’ but you regretted saying it nonetheless.

He seemed to suppress a smile.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

You blinked in surprise. “Nothing?” you asked rather than told him.

The corners of his mouth twitched and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You made sure you maintained a firm grip on the shower curtain.

“Incorrect,” he said.

“Oh?” you asked, fighting back a smile of your own.

“Mhmm,” he nodded.

“Then what is it that I’m doing tomorrow night?” You felt your heart beating faster. Blushing and looking away felt almost appropriate, but you were caught up in his piercing gaze. You didn’t hate it.

“Well, you have two choices,” he told you, now actively smiling. Looking down at you, fangs bared, he looked almost predatory.

You sunk a little lower in the tub, smiling in return. You found yourself quite fond of whatever game the two of you were suddenly playing. “What are my options, then?” Your voice sounded breathier than you were expecting. If you were misreading this situation, you might just drown yourself.

“You could stay home, reading whatever book you’ve recently pilfered from Viago’s bookshelf, all alone, while I go out into town with the guys.”

“That doesn’t sound like much fun for me,” you said, feigning disappointment.

“No?”

You shook your head.

“Good thing you have a second option, then.”

“Which is…?”

“You and I go out and watch the fireworks display over the harbor before going bush walking to a secluded spot I know of to look at the stars.”

Fireworks and stargazing? That sounded incredibly romantic, actually. You wondered just how heightened his vampire hearing was. Could he hear how fast your heart was racing right now?

“That sounds more fun,” you said.

“So what are you doing tomorrow night?” he asked you again.

Fireworks, stargazing, that much was clear. But what was this, really? He’d made a point of saying the first option included his going out with the other guys. So his omission of them from the fireworks and stargazing plan seemed pretty deliberate.

It sounded like a date.

But, hadn’t you overheard him telling Viago and Deacon just the other day that he wasn’t interested in you?

And yet… Fireworks and stargazing… just the two of you…

It had to be a date.

You couldn’t go into this uncertain, though. You had to know for sure. The stress of the next 24 hours would flat out kill you, otherwise.

What are you doing tomorrow night? He was still staring you down, not at all threateningly, but still very seriously, waiting for an answer.

“I’m going on a date,” you told him, trying your best to sound confident. You held your smile, though inside you felt as though you might combust.

Oh, god, if you were wrong…

Thankfully, he grinned and said, “Correct.”

Your smile widened, if that was even possible, and you nearly lost your grip on the shower curtain in your excitement.

“I’ll let you get back to it,” he said, glancing meaningfully to the curtain. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Good night.”

As he stood to leave, you stopped him. “Vladislav?” You almost, almost, hated that your voice still sounded so breathy.

“Yes?” He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“Couldn’t this have waited until I was dressed?”

You weren’t sure whether he was just too excited to ask you, or whether he was trying to corner you naked and at your most vulnerable. Surprisingly, neither option really bothered you.

“No. It couldn’t. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Vladislav.”

As he closed the door behind him, you dunked your head below the water to let out an elated laugh you hadn’t even known was building up inside you.

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