#Vampire Au

[kingprinceleo]

vampire au- touched up the colors on an old piece from 2023 that i couldnt stand looking at , still not huge on this one since i was using my laptop trackpad but i think its a lot better than the og

[cedarin]

Stobotnik vampire au inspired by nosferatu :3

[iceclew]

Ok listen, i need to squeeze in some of this gorgeous gelphie vampire AU here cause.... vam. Pi. Re. A.U. Glin. Da.. aaaah 🫠🫠

happy new yuri!!

more information under the cut

- first drawing of the year, gelphie kiss from urs truly

- elphaba craddling gelphie baby

- gelphie for wicked themed magma with moots

- little comic of vampalinda:))

- vampalinda with a little bit of blood oops

[mahoganyrust]

Part 6 of werewolf&vamp AU.

Someone’s being persistent 👀.

[multific]

In The Heart of The Darkness

Count Orlok x Reader

Summary: A lost traveller is all you were until you met him.

The storm raged with an intensity that seemed almost unnatural.

It was as if someone above tried to warn you of the path ahead.

Telling you to turn around and never come back.

Wind howled through the dense forest, and the rain came down in relentless sheets, soaking you to the bone.

But you didn't listen to whatever force was trying to stop you. You just wanted shelter.

In the distance, through the mist, you saw the silhouette of a castle rising from the cliffs like an ominous sentinel.

Desperate for shelter and warmth, you made your way toward the structure.

The heavy iron gate creaked open with a groan as you pushed against it, the sound echoing into the night.

You hesitated for a moment before stepping into the castle’s courtyard, your instincts warning you that something wasn’t right.

That was another warning you ignored.

But with no other choice and the storm showing no signs of stopping, you crossed the threshold and knocked on the massive oak doors.

By the time you arrived, it was dark. If you would have turned around, you wouldn't have been able to see the gates you just opened.

To your surprise, the doors opened almost immediately, revealing a tall, pale figure draped in a dark cloak.

His features were sharp, almost skeletal, with deep-set eyes that gleamed unnervingly in the flickering torchlight.

A shiver ran down your spine.

“You are lost,” his voice rumbled.

“The storm… I needed a place to stay for the night.” You nodded, shivering from the cold.

The figure regarded you for a long moment before stepping aside.

“Enter, traveler. You may find shelter here.”

Reluctantly, you stepped inside. The grand hall was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long, distorted shadows across the stone walls. Despite the chill that seemed to seep from the very stones, it was a relief to be out of the storm. The door closed behind you with an ominous thud.

“You will be safe here for the night.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, still uneasy but too exhausted to question his hospitality.

You ignored all warnings. Whatever was coming your way now, will be your fault.

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At first, your stay seemed ordinary enough.

Count Orlok was distant, appearing only at night and rarely speaking more than necessary.

The servants, if there were any, remained unseen, and the castle felt strangely bare of life.

Despite the strange atmosphere, you were grateful for the warmth and food provided.

However, as the days passed, things began to change.

You noticed how Count Orlok’s gaze lingered on you longer than before, his dark eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite point out.

Shadows in the corners of the castle seemed to shift and move as if watching you. Why were you ignoring all those warnings?

When everything around you screamed for you to run, to flee and not stop.

No matter the cold, the rain or the thunder.

At night, you would wake with an unexplainable sense of dread, as though something unseen was lurking.

One evening, as you dined alone in the grand hall, Orlok appeared silently beside you, startling you.

You never even questioned where the food came from.

“You are uneasy,” making you jump as he spoke.

“This place… it feels strange,” you admitted cautiously. “Like it’s alive.”

A faint smile played on his lips, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“The castle has seen many years. It remembers.” You frowned, unsure of what he meant, but before you could ask, he added, “You remind me of someone I once knew. Someone who was very dear to me.”

“I’m just a traveler,” you said, trying to dismiss the tension.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. “But I believe you are something more.”

---

That night, you were unable to sleep, and you decided to finally leave.

The growing sense of unease had become unbearable, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that staying any longer would be dangerous.

You packed your belongings quietly and made your way through the dark corridors, the torches casting shadows on the walls.

But as you approached the main doors, you found them locked.

Panic set in as you tried to force them open, but it was no use.

“Leaving, Darling?” Orlok’s voice echoed through the hall, sending a chill down your spine. You turned to see him standing at the top of the grand staircase, his expression unreadable.

“I… I thought it was time for me to leave,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave now."

He came down the stairs slowly, each step echoing ominously. “You cannot leave.”

“Why?” you demanded, fear creeping into your voice.

“Because you belong here,” he said simply. “With me.”

With a snap of his fingers, your eyes closed as you fell into a deep sleep.

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Over the next few days, Orlok’s behaviour shifted.

He no longer tried to hide his fascination with you.

Wherever you went, you felt his presence, watching, waiting. Despite the fear that held you, there was something else, a strange pull toward him, as if some forgotten part of you recognized him.

One evening, as the storm raged outside once more, you just couldn't handle the building pressure inside you and you decided to confront him.

“Why are you doing this? Why won't you let me go?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He stepped closer, his pale face illuminated by the firelight.

“Because I have waited centuries for you. You are the one I lost. Fate has brought you back to me.”

“That’s impossible,” you whispered, though something deep within you stirred at his words. As if something deep down in you knew, he wasn't lying.

“Is it?” he asked softly, reaching out to touch your face. His fingers were cold, yet the touch was strangely comforting. “You feel it too, don’t you? The connection between us.”

“I don’t know what to believe.” your hands were shaking. You questioned everything.

“Believe in what you feel,” he said, his voice a whisper that seemed to echo in your mind. “Stay with me, and you will understand.”

You wanted to know. You needed to know. You were desperate.

With curiosity building inside you, you stayed.

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Days turned into weeks, and slowly, your fear began to disappear.

Orlok was still a creature of darkness, but he was also something more.

You learned that he was also a being capable of deep love and devotion.

Passion and obsession.

He showed you parts of the castle you have not seen during your stay.

He also shared stories of a time long gone.

You found yourself drawn to him in ways you couldn’t explain.

Perhaps this was why you decided to ignore all warnings. All the chills that ran down your spine, telling you to run.

One night, as you stood together on the balcony overlooking the forest, he turned to you, his eyes locking with yours.

“You have brought light to my eternal night.”

“And you have shown me that even in darkness, there can be love.” You reached out, your hand locking with his.

As the wind howled, you leaned in, your lips meeting in a kiss that sealed your fate.

You were no longer a traveller lost in the storm.

You were home, with him, in the heart of the darkness, where your love had found a way to bloom.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[doumadono]

TEASER 𖥸 SANGREAL - chapter I (to be added) 𖥸 MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The balcony jutted out like a jagged precipice, a sinister ledge hanging over the vast expanse of the Deadlands below. The ruins of the world stretched endlessly, their twisted remnants clawing toward the ash-choked sky as storms of soot churned violently through the wasteland. Far beyond the desolation, Musutafu — the largest of the Dregs — flickered weakly on the horizon, its faint glow barely piercing the gloom, like the final gasp of a dying ember. From this vantage point, the world looked utterly forsaken — an expanse of shadows and echoes, hollow and forgotten, a graveyard of what once was.

You hadn’t wanted to follow Shigaraki here, but you hadn’t been given a choice. His hand lingered on the small of your back, cold and commanding, a silent threat that pushed you forward through the dim, sprawling halls of the Sangreal’s fortress. When the heavy doors to the balcony creaked shut behind you, the chill of the open air hit you like a knife, cutting through the thin, half-translucent black dress his maids had forced you into.

You’d seen the hollow emptiness in those women’s eyes — undoubtedly human, their bodies trembling, their fragile minds dulled by the narcotics Overhaul pumped into their veins, rendering them docile and compliant for Shigaraki’s every whim. They moved like puppets on broken strings, their pale faces devoid of anything human. You’d heard the whispers, the sickening truths that once Shigaraki grew bored of them, they would become his feast. Their blood drained to the last drop, their lifeless bodies discarded without a second thought. And yet, even through their dazed haze, you’d felt their pity as they tied the ribbons around your waist and adjusted the lace at your shoulders.

His dark cloak billowed slightly in the ashen wind, revealing the jagged edges of his form. His shoulders were sharp, his pale skin stretched too tight over his bones, and his crimson eyes burned like dying coals in a face that was almost too hollow to be alive. He stopped at the railing, the cracked stone pressing against his palms, and tilted his head toward the horizon as if presenting a masterpiece only he could understand.

“This,” he rasped, his voice scraping like gravel against the silence, “is the world your kind left behind. All of it. Rotting. Forgotten.” His head turned slightly, just enough for you to catch the flicker of a smile — sharp, jagged, and devoid of warmth. “Tell me, doesn’t it make you wonder? What would it take to fix it?”

When you didn’t immediately move, he turned to you, his lips curling in a dangerous smirk. His hand reached out, and before you could recoil, his fingers cupped your chin. He handled you with surprising care, his grip just firm enough to hold you in place. His index finger hovered, careful not to touch, an ever-present reminder of the destruction he could unleash with a single mistake. The fragility of the moment — the closeness of death itself — made your throat tighten.

“Look,” he ordered, tilting your face toward the sprawling wasteland below. His sharp nails grazed your jaw, sending a cold shiver through you. 

The world stretched out before you, endless in its desolation. Twisted skeletons of buildings jutted out of the earth like ribs, the Deadlands smothered under layers of ash and soot. The faint orange glow of fires burned in Musutafu Dreg in the distance, a mocking parody of life.

“This could all change,” Tomura uttered, his voice soft but filled with an unrelenting edge. His eyes glinted with something you couldn’t name — obsession, hunger, perhaps madness. “It could all end.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came. 

Shigaraki’s breath brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Your blood.” He said the word like it was sacred, his voice trembling with reverence and rage. “You could be the cure. The answer to everything.”

His hand tightened slightly, forcing your gaze back to him. “Do you even understand what that means? You could fix this— fix me. Fix all of it. But instead, you want to refuse me?” His tone cracked on the last word, his fury bubbling beneath the surface. The thin veneer of calm he wore threatened to splinter entirely. “I’ve offered you everything,” he continued, his voice rising. The ash-filled wind stirred, swirling around the balcony like the world itself was reacting to his anger. “Power. Protection. Purpose. And you want to throw it away? For what?” Shigaraki’s tone was venomous now, each word a lash. “A rebellion that’s already dying? A life you can’t even call your own? Or maybe—” His lips twisted into a sneer, his voice dipping into something dangerously low, “—it’s for him. The traitor who thinks he loves you.”

Your heart stuttered at the mention of Dabi, the faintest flutter betraying you, and Shigaraki saw it. Of course he did.

His smile widened, sharp and cruel. “Oh, I see it now,” he breathed, his voice like a blade sliding through silk as he leant closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Dabi’s embers flicker for you, don’t they? A pathetic little flame, desperately clinging to life.” His laugh was low and venomous, rattling your nerves. “Embers always die out.” He tilted your head roughly, forcing you to look out over the Deadlands below and the Dreg on the horizon. “And when his flame finally burns away,” he uttered, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction, “this will be all that’s left. Ash. Dust. Ruin.” 

His tongue darted out, dragging a slow, long stripe across your cheek. The motion was agonizingly unhurried, his breath hot against your skin. 

Revulsion churned in your stomach as the slick trail of his saliva clung to your flesh, cold and sticky in its wake. The nausea rose sharp and sudden, clawing at your throat as your body recoiled from the grotesque intimacy of the gesture. You wanted to vomit, to scrub away the violation, but his presence pinned you in place, suffocating and inescapable.

You jerked your head back, trying to escape his grip, but his other hand shot forward, fingers hovering near your throat. All five of them — so dangerously close to touching your flesh — stilled you instantly. 

“He’ll fail you,” Shigaraki stated matter-of-factly, his tone softening, but not with kindness. It dripped with mockery, each word a needle pressing deeper into your chest. His thumb traced the edge of your jaw as his long, pale index finger ghosted over your cheek. “Like he failed Sangreal. Like he failed me. It’s in his nature. And when he does,” the vampire prince whispered, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth, “you’ll come crawling back. Because no one else can give you what you need. Not him. Not the rebellion. Just me.”

You swallowed hard, willing your voice to stay steady. “I don’t want to be your queen, Shigaraki.”

“You don’t understand yet. But you will,” his lips twitched into a sharp, jagged grin that didn’t reach his eyes. 

Before you could react, his lips collided with yours, a brutal, forceful act that left no room for tenderness. It wasn’t a kiss — it was an invasion, his sharp teeth clicking against yours as his fangs scraped along your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, until the skin gave way. A bead of blood welled up, its coppery tang mingling with the icy, metallic chill of his breath. His grip on your chin tightened, unyielding and cruel, as you stood frozen in place. 

He broke the kiss abruptly, his lips pulling away with a sharp, wet sound, and you stumbled back, your knees trembling beneath you. The faint sting on your lip told you he’d drawn blood, and the way his tongue darted out to drag across his lips made your stomach churn. His crimson eyes gleamed with something feral, something unhinged, as he savored the taste.

“For the Night of Ash’s sake,” Shigaraki hissed, his voice trembling with barely-contained hunger, “your blood drives me insane.”

His hand hovered near your face for a moment, as though he were considering dragging you back into his grasp, but instead, he turned abruptly, his gaze cutting toward the horizon. The meager lights of Musutafu flickered in the distance, like dying embers fighting for survival.

“When the world tears you apart for refusing me,” the vampire prince stated, his voice dropping into a rasp that oozed malice, “you’ll understand. You’ll understand everything.”

The ash-laden wind roared again, and the faint glow of the Dreg in the distance flickered weakly as though the light itself was suffocating under Shigaraki’s rule.

Hello Everyone,

I'm excited to share a teaser for my new series, Sangreal. The story narrates the tale of vampire Dabi, who is enlisted as a Hunter in the prestigious vampire guild, Sangreal; a female protagonist whose unique blood is the world's sole hope following the catastrophic Night of Ash; Aizawa's insurrection against a tyrannical vampire regime, and the rise of vampire prince Shigaraki - a powerful vampire created by AFO's virus that annihilated humanity.

The series will incorporate a blend of horror and thriller elements, along with some smut and plenty of dark content. The first chapter is scheduled to be published in the first half of February, or possibly a little earlier if I can manage (this is just an estimated timeframe).

Over the past few weeks, I've been working hard to develop the concept for Sangreal, and I sincerely hope you'll enjoy the story. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to the wonderful people who not only read through the initial concept but also shared their constructive feedback, helping me shape the story to its current form: @crystalwolfblog @lura-valentine @unhinged-bratty-boy @scary-grace & @within-eyesight

If you'd like to be tagged in the series, please send me an ask, DM me, or comment below. Please also reblog to help spread the word!

Thank you for your support!

[lura-valentine]

A small concept art for @doumadono latest work. I love vampires and the gothic setting, so I just had to draw this picture after hearing about the idee.

I also drew Shigaraki as a vampire, so please see the links below.

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

AU (Alternate Universe) Dabi / Touya Todoroki

❗️Click here for @doumadono Fanfiction Teaser - Sangreal❗️

❗️Click here for Vampire Tomura Shigaraki❗️

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More AU Dabi?

❗️Click here for Dragon Dabi black version❗️

❗️Click here for Dargon Dabi white version❗️

[slooopes]

Vampire Tango ranchers au has me in a chokehold atm, can't stop thinking about them

Also, I gave jimmy long hair because he deserves to be a pretty damsel.

[viperify]

𝗔𝗨 | ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴛᴏᴍ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Moonlight Cravings.

Short summary: Vampire!Tom has known he’d make you his ever since he first met you. When his need for your blood grows unbearably strong, he knows it’s time to finally make a move.

A/N: As I plan on writing more than just one full-length fic for my Vampire AU anyway and haven’t had the time to work on it yet, I thought I’d get started with a how-vampire!Tom-would-slowly-declare-his-presence-in-your-life drabble/fic.

wordcount: 1,0k

Tom’s presence looms over your life like a shadow. He seems to be wherever you go, and though he never pays you much attention, he still is there. Either casually leaning against the wall near the class you are attending next or accompanying his friends to the Three Broomsticks when you are there as well. Which is quite ironic, considering most people know Tom doesn’t even like butterbeer.

In fact, you are not quite sure if he likes anything really. Each time you share a class, Tom is mostly quiet, except for his witty remarks whenever professors ask questions. Even outside the classroom he doesn’t talk much, mostly found in the library with his head buried in books. Well, as long as you are in the library as well, that is.

You don’t think too much of it. It’s Tom Riddle, after all—naturally one of the most handsome men you have ever laid eyes on, but oh so unreachable. You vividly remember a girl back in your third year asking him to attend the Yule Ball with her. It was a decision she made against the advice of practically everyone she asked, and it ended exactly the same way you had told her it would. Things like these never end well with him, so you don’t even attempt questioning his behaviour—instead, you think you are utterly delusional for even assuming there could be anything between the two of you.

Tom, on the other hand, is entirely consumed by you. From the moment he first caught your unmistakably sweet scent, he knew he had to have you, his mind going blank every time you simply passed him in the corridors. It’s as if there is a force pulling him towards you, one that he can’t control, one that clouds his mind and strips him of any sane thoughts he had left. Taming his needs as a vampire has never been difficult. Not until he met you, that is.

And as soon as bouquets of your favourite flowers show up in your dorm every other week, accompanied with small gifts like your pralines of choice, you can’t help but wonder whether there was a chance Tom’s strange behaviour did have something to do with this. It’s these thoughts that keep you up at night and make you zone out in class. There is not much you can do except wonder who it is that admires you, but you sure have a guess.

During yet another restless night, you decide to get up and take a walk through the castle to calm your mind. The hallways are faintly illuminated by the moon’s glow, shining brightly as it completes yet another full circle around the earth. Although your steps are as quiet as they can possibly be, you soon feel the air shift around you, as though someone is watching you. But when you turn around, no one is there.

“You shouldn’t be wandering around the castle this late at night.” A voice coming from your right remarks, and you almost drop your wand, heart hammering wildly in your chest in response to the unexpected interruption. A tall figure emerges from behind a pillar then, and it takes you less than one second to figure out who it is. You had forgotten that Tom Riddle also happened to be a prefect.

It’s too dark to make out much of his face, but there is an undeniable red glow that flickers in his otherwise dark brown eyes. Before you can even process the thought, he blinks, and it’s gone. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifts just slightly as he takes in your startled expression, raising his eyebrow expectantly.

 “I suppose I- I couldn’t sleep. You must know, walking helps to clear my mind.” You manage to get out, and although it isn’t a lie, your hesitation sure made it sound like one.

Tom huffs. “A selfish action that just cost your house ten points. Now, you surely wouldn’t mind me escorting you to your respective dormitories?”

You don’t try to argue—it is still Tom Riddle you’re dealing with after all. Instead, you respond with a small nod and retrace your steps with him by your side.

“What might your mind be troubled with?” he asks then, his voice cutting through the silence of the night. The question makes you tense slightly, your fingers curling tighter around your wand. It’s the first time he actively looks for a conversation, the first time his presence feels intended and real.

You take a breath, not exactly knowing what to respond. “Your seemingly seventh sense for my whereabouts“ doesn’t seem like an appropriate answer after all.

The upcoming exam season saves you from the awkwardness. Although he doesn’t seem to fully believe you, he lets it go, not speaking another word until you disappear behind your dormitory door.

But even then, you can’t seem to sleep, the image of the red glow in his eyes lingering in your mind. You know there is something you can connect it to, and soon, a memory of a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson in your second year resurfaces.

Full moon. Pale skin. Red eyes. They all match, and yet you find it hard to believe. Vampires have been extinct for nearly 400 years in Great Britain, there was no real reason for you to think he could be one.

Right?

[catdile]

Assorted vampfrin doodles I made to layout ideas for a fic I’m trying to write I love vampfrin

[luvnanako]

Count Fagula ✶⋆.˚

(Vampire au) Caitlyn Kiramman x F! Reader

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Colorful lights glistened through the corridors and halls of the grand castle, casting shimmering reflections across the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was whimsical, yet cloaked in an air of mystery. Every corner of the great hall was alive with deathly creatures—vampires. Though they bore a striking resemblance to humans, they were anything but. Poisonous fangs peeked through their lips, capable of ending a life—be it human or animal—in mere seconds. How could something so deadly also be so hauntingly beautiful?

The annual Masquerade of Vampires was no novelty. It occurred every five years, a gathering where these enigmatic beings donned elaborate masks to conceal their faces. Humans were well aware of the danger, warned to steer clear and never engage with them under any circumstances. But those rules did not apply to you. You had been hired by the government to infiltrate and report on this secretive world. Declining wasn’t an option; it was the chance of a lifetime for a small-town journalist. And, of course, the pay was generous.

You moved cautiously through the corridors, every step deliberate as you tried to remain inconspicuous. So far, no one had noticed you slipping in, and now you approached the great hall, where the masquerade was in full swing. The massive double doors stood open, revealing a dazzling scene inside. Vampires stood in clusters, talking, laughing, and dancing. You inhaled deeply and stepped into the hall.

The sight before you took your breath away. Everything was so luxurious, so different, so mesmerizing. The vampires wore ornate masks adorned with jewels, feathers, or intricate designs, their attire exuding elegance. Your own mask, though simple, suddenly felt inadequate. At least your black dress blended in with their dark, somber tones. You averted your gaze, careful not to meet anyone’s eyes, while trying to absorb as much as possible for your report.

As you wove through the crowd, a sudden jostle threw you off balance. One vampire accidentally bumped into you, causing you to stumble into another.

“Oh my god—I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you stammered, looking up at the vampire you had collided with. And then, you froze.

She was tall, her dark blue hair cascading down her shoulders in silky waves. Her piercing blue eyes glimmered from behind a black, crystal-studded mask. She was stunning—almost otherworldly.

“I—uh—I’m…” you struggled to form a coherent sentence, feeling utterly disarmed by her presence. Her gaze seemed to pierce right through you, scrutinizing every detail.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” she said, her voice laced with a soft yet commanding British accent as the music swirled around you. Her piercing gaze locked onto yours. “You must be from Noxus, then?”

“Y-yeah! That’s right,” you stammered, straightening your posture in a desperate attempt to seem more confident.

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her eyes flicked down to your hands. Before you could process it, she took one of them in hers. Her fingers were ice-cold, her alabaster skin seeming to glow faintly against your warmth. A blush bloomed across your cheeks as her other hand settled gently, yet firmly, around your waist.

“Shall we dance?” she asked, though it felt more like an order than a request. You opened your mouth to answer, but she was already guiding you toward the center of the hall, weaving effortlessly through the crowd. The faint hum of whispers followed you as all eyes seemed to turn your way.

The moment her hand pressed yours and she pulled you into a slow, deliberate rhythm, you felt both exhilarated and terrified. You placed your trembling hand on her shoulder, letting her take the lead as her movements commanded the floor.

“I like your mask,” she said after a beat, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “It suits you.”

“Th-thank you,” you replied, struggling to keep up with her fluid grace. “You’re… you’re really pretty.”

Her smirk deepened, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Charming and bashful, I see. May I know your name?”

You hesitated, your gaze darting away as nervous laughter spilled from you. “N-no, sorry… it’s, um, private.”

Her brow arched in intrigue, but she didn’t press. “Mysterious, are we? Very well. I’m Kiramman. Caitlyn Kiramman.”

“Kiramman,” you murmured, tasting the name as it rolled off your tongue. It felt heavier than it should, almost forbidden.

She tilted her head, studying you with an unreadable expression. “You certainly are… different,” she mused, her voice as sharp as the glint in her eye. The comment sent a chill through you. Did she know? Did she realize you didn’t belong here? That you weren’t one of them?

Just as you tried to suppress your mounting panic, she leaned in closer, her voice a low, velvet whisper against your ear. “May I speak with you in private?”

Before you could respond, her hand tightened slightly on your waist, and she led you from the dance floor. You glanced back, your pulse quickening as she guided you past the murmuring crowd and out into the moonlit garden. Her grip was firm, unyielding, and the air seemed heavier with every step. You tried to pull away, but her hold only tightened, her eyes glinting with a dangerous sort of determination.

The cool night air enveloped you as you stepped into the garden. Caitlyn finally released you, tilting her head as she regarded you with a curious smile.

“A gorgeous night, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice sweet yet unsettling.

“Yes, it’s… beautiful,” you replied, trying to mask your fear.

“Mhm. A beautiful night… next to a very beautiful human girl. Aren’t I just lucky?”

Your heart sank at her words. She knew. Panic gripped you as you struggled to think of an escape. But before you could act, she pulled you closer, her cold fingers resting lightly on your hips.

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that,” she said, her tone almost admiring. “But it’s highly disrespectful to barge into a sacred masquerade uninvited.”

As she spoke, she reached for your mask, her movements slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched as she slid it off your face.

“…And you should know,” she continued, “if anyone else finds out you’re human, you’ll be the next delicacy on the grand table.”

A shiver ran down your spine. Her words were a warning, but her eyes… her eyes held something else entirely. Suddenly, they turned crimson, glowing ominously in the moonlight.

“May I?” she whispered, leaning closer. You didn’t have time to ask what she meant before her lips pressed against yours. The kiss was strange—her fangs grazed your lips, a sharp reminder of what she was—but it was also intoxicating. Her tongue teased yours, and you let out a soft whimper before pulling away, gasping for air.

Caitlyn smiled mischievously, leaning in to brush a kiss against your flushed cheek. “It was lovely meeting you, Miss… Human. Do visit again sometime. And next time,” she added with a smirk, “do wear a bra. Can’t have the others staring at you.”

With that, she released you and turned, her long blue cloak billowing behind her as she strode back toward the castle. You stood frozen, your heart racing and your thoughts a chaotic mess.

That’s when you noticed—your mask was gone. She had taken it.

You stood there in the moonlit garden, your legs refusing to move as Caitlyn disappeared into the grand castle. The night felt colder now, the absence of her presence leaving a strange void. You wanted to call out to her, to demand answers—what did she mean by “visit again”? Why had she kissed you? And why, despite the danger, did a part of you want to see her again?

With a shaky sigh, you began walking back toward the dimly lit path that led out of the castle grounds. Every step felt heavier, your thoughts racing as you replayed the events of the night. What was she planning? Was this all some kind of cruel game? And more importantly, what would the government think of your report if they knew how close you had come to becoming a meal?

As you reached the edge of the castle grounds, the faint sound of a rustling breeze caught your attention. You turned instinctively, scanning the darkness, but no one was there. The garden was eerily silent now, the festive hum of the masquerade muffled behind the castle walls. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

When you finally reached the safety of your car parked discreetly in the woods, you slid inside and locked the doors, your hands trembling as you gripped the steering wheel. You exhaled a shaky breath, telling yourself that you were safe now, far from her piercing gaze and cold touch.

But as you glanced at the rearview mirror, a flicker of movement caught your eye. A small, folded piece of parchment lay on the passenger seat. You were certain it hadn’t been there before. With a pounding heart, you reached for it and unfolded the note.

In elegant handwriting, it read:

*"Until next time, little journalist. Try not to get yourself killed before then."*

It was signed simply:

C.K.

You stared at the note, your heart racing. She knew who you were. She had always known. And somehow, despite everything, you felt the faintest smile tug at the corners of your lips. This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

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A/N: I think I'm gonna make more of these vampire au's because this was so much fun writing! Thank you for reading and if you have any commissions or ideas for me to write about next time let me know!

[autumnblooms]

I hear y’all like vampire au caitvi?

[aericost]

Me when Vampire Nick...

This took like an entire school day... :3 I love you vampire Nick... Hehe...

Yes, he has a stake... :3

[keithskully]

[multific]

In The Shadows

Count Orlok x Reader

Summary: He was in your dreams, but little did you know he watched you dream.

Under the cover of darkness, the village slept, unaware of the shadow that crept amongst the people.

Count Orlok had grown restless in his castle, seeking more than just blood, he sought something, someone, to fill the void that centuries had carved into his rotting body.

That night, as the pale moon cast its cold glow over the rooftops, he moved silently through the streets.

Houses stood in rows, their wooden doors shut tight. Hoping to keep out the monsters.

It was here, in the heart of the village, that he found you.

Through an open window, Orlok saw you asleep.

Bathed in the light of the moon, your peaceful form captivated him. He hadn’t meant to linger, yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

Something about you stirred an emotion he had long forgotten, possessive longing.

From that night on, he returned each evening, standing in the shadows of your room as you slept, feeding his obsession with your presence.

He watched you as you slept.

One night, the air was different.

As he stood near your window, you stirred in your sleep.

A floorboard creaked beneath his feet, and your eyes opened. You sensed something in the darkness, a presence that made your heart race.

Your eyes searched for something in the dark.

“Who’s there?” you whispered into the night. You wished your voice was even.

The Count remained silent, frozen in place.

He didn’t want you to see him yet, not like this.

When you rose from your bed and began to move toward the window, he vanished into the night, leaving you with nothing but the cold wind and an unshakable sense of being watched.

In the upcoming nights, you felt his presence more but you never saw him.

No matter how tightly you closed the shutters or how bright the candles burned, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were never truly alone.

Dreams of a pale figure in shadows haunted your sleep.

One evening, he stood at the edge of your dreams, his patience now thin.

He could no longer bear the distance.

With his powers, he summoned you, drawing you toward him like a moth to a flame.

As if in a trance, you rose from your bed and made your way through the forest, the wind whispering his name as the castle appeared ahead.

When you entered the great hall, the chill of the night air made your skin cold.

This is when you wake up.

You looked around, heart pounding, until your eyes met his.

Count Orlok stepped from the shadows, his figure towering over you, his pale eyes gleaming with something otherworldly.

“You... It was you all along.”

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice low. “I have watched you. I waited for you.”

Instead of fear, you felt something else, something you couldn't explain.

“I dreamed of you,” you confessed, stepping closer to him. “I saw you in my sleep, every night.”

You could see in his eyes eyes he didn't believe you.

He had expected resistance, terror perhaps a chase, but not this.

“I didn’t come here unwillingly,” you continued. “I came because... I wanted to.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his pale features before he composed himself.

“You are not afraid of me?”

“I should be,” you admitted, a small smile playing on your lips. “But I’m not. I don’t know why, but something draws me to you.”

Orlok stepped closer, his cold hand brushing against your cheek.

For centuries, he had known nothing but darkness and hunger, yet here you stood, offering him something more special.

“Then stay with me. Be mine, and I shall be yours.”

You smiled at him.

Such a sweet and innocent smile.

Days passed in a blur of strange, dark bliss. Though the sun rose and set beyond the castle walls, time seemed irrelevant on the inside.

You and Orlok grew closer with each passing night.

He showed you hidden chambers and ancient halls, sharing the secrets of his world. In turn, you brought warmth to his long-dead heart and a smile something he was not accustomed to.

Then came the night of your union.

The grand hall was transformed into a place of dark beauty.

Black and crimson drapes adorned the walls, and flickering candles cast shadows across the stone floor.

You wore a gown which was deep red, the fabric shimmering like blood in the light.

It was perfect. You looked like exactly what you were, the bride of a vampire.

The Count stood, waiting for you.

His usual dark cloak was replaced by formal attire—still black, but adorned with silver embroidery.

His eyes watched you with an intensity that made your breath stop.

As you approached, he extended his hand, cold yet comforting.

You placed your hand in his, and together, you stood before the ancient altar.

The altar stood in the gardens, dark, cold and foggy. But the wind didn't reach your skin.

“Do you vow to be mine for all eternity?" even for him it was hard to hide happiness.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice steady, no hesitation. You knew you wanted nothing more.

“And I vow to be yours,” he said, his gaze never leaving yours. “For as long as the night exists, for as long as shadows fall, I shall love you.”

With those words, he bent down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

It was a kiss that sealed not just a union, but a promise, a promise of love that defied time and death.

In that dark castle, under the gaze of the moon, you and Count Orlok began a new chapter. Together, you would face the world, two souls bound by fate, by love, by the night and by blood.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[lovesodakid]

shadows of the dark

matt sturniolo x reader

2

summary : growing up in the ‘middle of nowhere’ small town in lochcliff, colorado, stories were heard of multiple strange disappearances, murders, animal attacks, and more. when you were younger, you never paid attention to that stuff. now at the age of 17 it’s all you ever hear about. what happens when you realize those ‘stories’ you heard growing up, may not just be scary fairytales people tell their kids.

warning ⚠️ : contains mature themes, smut, gore (nothing insane), angst, etc. this warning is for all chapters.

(this does take some inspiration from tvd !)

chapter 1 : new beginning’s.

“y/n! breakfast!”

my eyes flutter open, my sleepy state slowly exiting my body as my consciousness floods through my mind. i take in a deep breath as i sit up in my bed. the sunlight from the early morning hours poking through my curtains, painting a beautiful blue and orange hue on my walls as i watch dust particles float along my room.

i look over to my wooden dresser across from me, my reflection staring back at me through the mirror above it. my pile of clothes i had chosen to wear for today the night before, picking out my outfit for my first day of my junior year.

when i was a kid, i was so excited to finally be a teenager. thinking of all the possibilities i could get. but ever since the day after i turned 16, i realized that being a teenager and growing up would be nothing but a disappointment and the little girl inside’s dreams and life was crushed that day.

“y/n! i’m not gonna yell for you again!” my mothers voice cuts through the silence of my thoughts.

“i’m coming!” i shout back as my feet make contact with the cold floor below me.

i shuffle myself to my bedroom door to shut it as i get dressed, the creepy creaking of the door making me shudder. the fact that this house is over 150 years old will never not cross my mind when i watch paranormal movies like the conjurings.

i quickly change into a tight fitted brown long sleeve shirt and a pair of baggy blue jeans, given it’s the end of august now, the early mornings and late nights are becoming a little chillier compared to the june and july nights from the beginning of summer. lastly, throwing on some black converse and grabbing my backpack filled with untouched supplies for the new school year ahead. before i leave my room i decide on throwing on just a small silver necklace with my first initial of my name on it.

i exit my room and make my way down the squeaky wooden stairs. the squeaks and creaks acting as a calling to my mom to let her know i’m coming down.

“glad to see you finally grace us with your presence.” my mother states as she flips a pancake onto a grey glass plate, holding it up for me as i enter the kitchen.

i push my lips into a thin line as i nod and take the plate from her, uttering a small thank you as i sit at the kitchen island, placing my bag on the floor beside the black stood i sit on.

“corbin, are you taking your sister to school?” i hear her ask my older brother who sits beside me.

corbin, who’s a year and a half older than me, is now a senior. he’s the most typical semi-popular guy in our school. his fluffy brown hair and dark eyes is what pulls most of the girls’s attention. he’s a jock, but he says he doesn’t “fit in” with the rest of the football team so he stays more to himself. people know him but he doesn’t boast about his athleticism or his popularity.

he takes a sip of his orange juice before answering, “yeah i can. you ready?” he questions me.

i take one last bite of my pancake as i nod, standing up to grab my backpack. i swing it over my shoulder and walk over to the front door. “bye mom, love you.” i yell as i head out the door. i hear my brother telling her his goodbyes as i stroll to his car, opening the passenger seat door.

i watch him climb into the driver’s seat before he turns the radio on, immediately connecting it to his phone playing ‘tunnel vision’ by kodak black.

he turns his head to look both ways before pulling out of our rocky driveway. i turn to look at our house as i watch it fade into the distance. “so, you ready for junior year?”

“uh, yeah. what about you? are you ready for senior year?” i ask him in response.

he nods his head almost immediately. “oh yeah. i’m so ready to graduate and finally get out of this dumbass town.”

“agreed.” i speak as i lean back into seat.

silence takes over us as we continue the ride with the songs of my brothers choice fading to the back of my mind. the morning sky now being covered in a gloomy grey cast. the dead leaves ascending from the trees creating an orange blanket across the roads and sidewalks.

the car comes to a halt as we sit at a red light, i look around taking in notice of the beautiful scenery around us. historic buildings and parks flooding my eye-line, kids and teenagers on their way to the start of their new school years.

once the red light turns to green, we begin on our way again. i look back to my right, looking out the window, watching the trees and buildings pass by in a blur. i take notice of a guy walking with his headphones in, and his back turned to us, seemingly on the same route as we are. once we get closer to him to the point i can see his side profile coming into view, i watch him turn his head to look at the car coming beside him. the second he turns his view to the car, we lock eyes.

it’s almost as if time itself has changed, slowed down. i question myself on if i’ve ever seen him before but his face doesn’t ring any bells. he’s pale with icy blue eyes. a jaw that’s so sharp it looks like it could slice your finger open with even the softest and lightest touch. a stare so prominent and hypnotizing i almost forget my whole existence until he fades out of view.

i quickly turn myself to face in front of me. my eyebrows furrow as i try to understand what just happened to me and if it even happened. it felt like i entered a dream-like state while being fully awake.

“we’re here.” i hear corbin’s voice cut through the voice in my head as i feel the car come to a complete standstill.

i rapidly blinked my eyes as i see the high school building standing before me. not even realizing we were already at the school.

“you gonna get out or what?”

i quickly nod my head as i unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. i make my way towards the school alongside my brother. the sounds of students chattering among themselves as they walk into the building all around us.

“hey, junior year isn’t that bad. just keep your head up and you’ll be fine. i’ll see you after school.” corbin speaks to me as he parts from me to find his group of friends whom always meet up in the gym every morning, it’s been a routine of theirs since 7th grade.

i make my way to my locker, putting in the combination i wrote down on my notes app from the school’s letter they mail every student at the end of summer. the piece of paper giving them their class schedule, locker number and combination, etc.

“y/n!” i hear my best friend jayde’s voice through the loud obnoxious students at 8 am.

i turn around, flashing her a smile as i watch her come up to me. “hey jayde!”

“hey! i’m sorry we couldn’t hang out any this summer. what’s your schedule? maybe we have some classes together!” she says as she wraps me in a warm embrace.

jayde is very passionate about music and all of that. so the second our school announced that there would be a music and arts camp, she was the first to have her signature on the sign up sheet.

“no it’s okay and let me check.” i grab my class schedule out of my back pocket before i read off my classes, “first period is language arts, then history, math, then my free period, reading, gym, and science.”

she takes out her own schedule as she tries to match up any classes we may have together.

“ooo! okay! we have history, gym and our free period together!” she say enthusiastically.

as soon as i’m about to respond, the school bell cuts me off. the loud blaring shooting a pain through my mind reminding me of how much i despise school.

“okay well i’ll see you second period!” she struts off into the crowd of people, her long black hair bouncing with every step she takes.

i begin my own way to the room i’ll be entering at 8:10am every day on the dot for the next 9 months of my life.

the second i enter the classroom, my already present headache worsens with how painfully loud everyone is. different conversations and pencils being tapped on the wooden desks.

i walk to a free desk in the second row of the seat’s layout. the placement being in pretty much the middle of the classroom where i’m fully submerged by the persistent voices of students. as i sit down i stare off into the distance i wish i was back in my bed already.

a/n : i’m so excited to start this series! i started watching tvd again and it brought me inspiration to write this. plus vampire!matt is so fucking hot. anyways lmk if i should make a taglist or anything or if yall fw this and want me to keep going ! :)