#“Where is the window glass” he wooshed it away with magic. Trust me

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Holiday at the Castle (supernatural!Beatles x reader/vampire!John Lennon x reader) - Part 1: It was a dark and stormy night...

Consistency? What> Not today sisters. Anyway, credit to @in-the-frap-of-the-gods for posting this lovely idea on @casafrass blog. Please go read the post first, or else you’re going to be pretty lost. I stole the idea, I ran with it, and here’s the first part of my unnecessarily long story that no one asked for. I just thought that the idea was super intriguing. 

Description: Literally this, with a few of my own twists on it, all coming in due time of course. 

Part: 1

Words: 1,974

Pairings: Some John x reader, but at the moment, you could still read it as friendship, idk, whatever you want girlies

Warnings: Swears, general spooks and creepiness

     The rain pittered. And then it patterned. And then it stormed. The ground quaked as the lightning crashed into another tree, which came tumbling down behind you. Those water nerds were apparently fond of storms, but you, a fire elemental, were very much differently opinionated. 

You hated getting wet in general, but now, you were absolutely soaked, with the water sloshing around in your shoes, and even between your fingers. Not ideal at all. And to top it all off, you were in undead territory. 

This specific day of your journey was one that you had planned to do quickly, with the same haste that you had in your fiery temper. You kept your horse at a swift canter at all times, even when passing through rougher parts of the forest, because if you stopped for even a second, who knew what the Hell would come out of the ground. You’d heard stories of hooves being grabbed by random, undead hands between the roots, tripping horses over, and then pulling both the horse and the rider down under. 

Not today. 

You weren’t exactly an experienced traveler, but you were a determined one. And you were determined to do your master right. A good master should be able to trust their apprentice with everything, and the other way around, so after you’d convinced them that with fire powers you could make it through anything, they’d easily caved. It appears that neither of you had anticipated rain.

The horse whined, before bucking. The bath ahead was nothing but a sea of roots, and to the side there were sharp walls of thorns. You sighed as you climbed off of your steed and took her by the reigns, slowly leading her through the pathway. You could barely see in front of you, but you were sure that there must be an end somewhere. As long as you didn’t touch the thorns. 

You tugged the reluctant horse inside. You felt a prick as the jerk of the horse’s neck forced your arm into the plant. You turned around to scold her, only to realize that your horse was still far on the other end of the brush. A dark, black hand with seven fingers was slithering out of the thorn brush.

You screamed. If it wasn’t raining, you would’ve burnt it to cinders, but you were helpless. The horse seemed to be moving father and farther away from you, and you pushed past the thorns, allowing the cuts to scrape across your arms, face, and thighs as you hauled ass to the end of the brush. You pushed your way out and collapsed against the mud, your cuts bleeding out into the now red ground.

There was a large building to your left. It was grand, mansion-like, but also looked as though it hadn’t been touched in several thousand years. There wasn’t a light in sight, the perfect place for dry shelter, and for some sort of way for you to be able to turn your flames on. 

You straggled toward the building, slightly delirious from the blood loss. As you got closer, you noticed dust on the inside of the windows and the wind swishing through a single open window on the top of the building. You were also freezing. 

Slowly, you used your back to push the door open, and placed your hand on your pocket dagger. You weren’t terribly good at using it, and more kept it as a backup, but it was some security. Your backpack was heavy on your shoulders.

You rammed the door open and stared out into the large, empty hallway. A chandelier was hanging overhead. It swayed and creaked ambiently. You scooted in more, and the door shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. Your hands were still wet, and there was no hope in drying them off on your soaked clothes. Your bag felt even heavier, but you pushed onward. 

Lighting crashed outside, through the gigantic cathedral windows. You could no longer feel water dripping down from above. You collapsed on the floor and dropped your bag, leaning backwards on the rug and breathing deeply. You weren’t warm, but you were out of the rain. With the pitter-pattering of the rain, and the gentle-swaying of the chandelier, things were almost peaceful. 

More blood dripped onto the carpet, but you didn’t care. Who would see it, the chandelier? Nope, this was (y/n)-ville now. The lightning crashed. 

You were listening to the sound of your own breathing, though admittedly, it was a lot deeper than usual. You stopped. That wasn’t your breathing. 

The chandelier had stopped creaking. 

Lighting crashed, and you saw the silhouette of a hunched over, bat-like figure looking down at you from the trampoline. 

The fiery determination startled you, and you hopped up, though you could no-longer see the figure in the darkness. The hallway flared to life as the candelabras were magically lit. You, however were still soaking wet. 

The figure finally stood up on the chandelier. He was tall, compared to you, at least, and looked even taller as he glared down at you on the chandelier. He looked young, with a clever face, and a brown mop-top. You made solid eye contact with pupils that you couldn’t identify but you knew for sure that they were there. 

“Welcome, love.” He flared his fangs. Shit. You were in for it. The door would lead back to the outside, so your best chance was to escape until your hands were dry, and then knock the shit out of this vamp. 

More blood trickled out of your side. The man on the chandelier crouched, like an animal ready to pounce. You were not about to take chances. 

It’s been said that it’s better to stand your ground and fight when you meet a bloodsucker. Vampires apparently enjoy the thrill of the chase, and more often than not, will catch up with you anyway, so it’s best to just give it all you’ve got in a fight. That being said, you didn’t really have that option yet. You could hear your master’s voice inside the back of your head, reminding you that the best way to defeat a vampire is to not get caught in the first place. 

You darted up the stairs, and while not hearing a woosh from behind you, you definitely sensed it. The hunt was on. 

As a fire elemental, you were an incredibly fast sprinter, but fast enough to outrun a vamp? The reason that they tell kids to stay away from the undead is because there’s usually no possible chance that you can beat them, at least as a normal human. You weren’t a normal human, but you weren’t exactly superhuman either. 

You tramped up the stairs, your eyes now clear due to the pump of adrenaline that you had got, though you felt that you would collapse any minute. 

You darted into one of the hallways before hiding behind a corner, waiting for the vampire to woosh buy again, You saw this blur of black pass through the hallways, unaware of your position. So he didn’t know where you were, at least for now. You turned around and veered into another hallway, flinging your hands rapidly and searching for an alternative to sneak up on him. You creaked open the door to another room.

There the vampire was, leaning against the wall. He had a long black cape, which nearly touched the floor, and towered over you. You notice he wasn’t particularly pale, though you also didn’t expect vampires to be able to teleport either. 

“You can’t hide from me in my own castle, darling.” Man, he was cocky.

“Try me.” You spat. You slammed the door in his face before sprinting down another hallway. All the candelabras surrounding you lit up. Your hands were almost dry, but you weren’t taking any chances till then.

You picked a random turn in the maze, but confoundedly, the candelabras followed you, lighting up as you passed them. You ignored it for now. All you had to do was stall for time. 

You tried another door. There he was, smirking. Another door. Still there. Every door that you tried, he seemed to get closer and closer to you.

You gave up on this whole floor and hopped over a balcony rail into a new room, with a strange glass floor. Your hands were dry. Wait for the bastard to show up. You stood up, your vision returning its blurriness, and planted your feet. And you waited. After a few seconds, no show. 

“Hi.” You heard a whisper behind you, just in your ear. You gasped and swirled around. The vampire landed harshly on the glass, cracking it beneath you. Normally, you would’ve been more quick-thinking, but at this point, the delirium was all that you could think about. The glass between your feet and whatever lied underneath gave way, and you fell.

You splashed and opened your eyes. You were in a pool. A large, black mass of water. At least it was peaceful in here. You blew bubbles out of your mouth, not quite ready to breathe. You just wanted to close your eyes. 

You peered down. At the bottom of the pool, two, gigantic, bright red pupils opened beneath you. Shit, not this way. You swam up as fast as you ever had, for swimming had never been your favorite hobby, and the pupils slowly got closer and closer to you. Your hands flailed for the sides until you grabbed onto the edge, and, using what little arm strength you had left, you hauled yourself out of the pool and crashed onto the shore. You laid down, like a beached whale, and turned your head to the side. 

The surface of the water was calm, like nothing at all live underneath. 

You peered back up. The vampire was looking down at you. You gasped one more time, though it was a lot weaker than before, and crawled backwards into the clean, marble walls of whatever room you were in. Of course, you were all wet again.

You mustered up all the energy inside you as the vampire elegantly strode towards you. A flicker, something, so I can at least light his goddamn cape on fire. Goddamn. But all you produced was some pitiable steam. You reached for your dagger. Nowhere to be found. This was it, (y/n). 

“There’ll be no need for this, love,” The vampire was a foot away from you, and tossed the dagger lazily between his fingers, in a relaxing, but at the same time, threatening way, “I’m not gonna hurt ye.” 

You were so confused, but your eyes still remained wide with fear. This was, of course, some sort of cruel trick. 

“There’s a storm out there, yeah? And it looks like it’s gonna be that way for a long time. Of course you can stay. Name’s John.” He stuck his hand out towards you, with, long, clever fingers. You pushed yourself closer into the wall, before ‘John’ grabbed your hand and shook it vigorously anyway. You were too beat to pull it away. 

“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding yer way around. See you at dinner, then.” And with that, he turned around, and left out of a nearby hallway that you hadn’t even noticed was there. You sure as hell didn’t trust him, but you were ready to forget it all and die anyway. Your wounds were still openly bleeding, and the floor had a weird watery-blood mix. 

You walked like a zombie out into the same hallway where he’d left through, and the first thing you encountered was a fancy velvet-couch, the kind that people just have to show off. You didn’t care how nice it was, you crawled on it, and passed out.