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Not in there :( @nesseldee​

Tom stood in the door frame, chest heaving slightly and the doorknob in his hand.

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@moon-zodiac​ not quite in there, but as it fits so well with your avatar, i searched for “ate”: Tom was quiet, as usual, only talked when someone asked him something directly, while Morfin and Marvolo ate so voraciously, the house elves had trouble filling up their plates in time.

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [36]

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A/N: hello, yes, our beloved Draccyboi is home, and so am I! I’m going to bore nOBODY with a long A/N right now because we all know Reader is about to do something very stupid. I am going to direct you guys (especially my older readers) to the new addition to the masterlist, which is a comprehensive recap of all of the chapters thus far (bar the two I posted yesterday) so that you guys don’t need to reread like 33 chapters lol, (and also Drac left a quick note for you guys yesterday to read in place of a whole essay from yours truly)...aAAANNDD all I shall say for this one is... we got angst.

Warnings: gore

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You decided to rid yourself of Jack’s clothes in the silence of the penthouse - which was only broken occasionally by the same soft thuds and scratches that came from upstairs. It didn’t sound like birds at all. Maybe at the beginning, when you had first asked, your mind could have been coerced into a kind of placebo, believing it was birds. But not anymore. Not when Dracula spent so much hidden time away up there. It sounded... it sounded near to human, you thought as you left the bedroom, dressed once more in your own attire.

Maybe it was Dracula upstairs, hidden away and unable to hear you with the door closed. As you climbed the stairs, you called out his name once more, still receiving no response. The soft thud behind the confines of the door had ceased, and it almost deterred you from reaching the apex of the stairs. Almost.

When you reached the door, you pressed your ear firmly against it. As if you were sensed, the soft thudding picked up once more.

“....D-Drac...?” You called out, barely over a whisper.

When the vampire still did not reply, you knew that you were alone. Your fingers curled around the door handle, and you pushed... The door didn’t budge. A soft click resounded when you let go and the door mechanism shot back into place. Weird. The door wasn’t locked, so why wouldn’t it open? Once more, you turned the handle, this time applying the weight of your body to pressure the door into swinging inwards. There was a dull crack, right from the other side of the door, but it only widened by a couple of centimetres.

Had the door been barricaded from the inside...?

The door mechanism sounded once more as you let go of the handle. You shook your arm, readying yourself. You had come too far to give up now. The fact that the door was blocked from the inside seemed to spur you on. What was Dracula hiding? Why was he trying so hard to keep it hidden?

One more time, you twisted the handle, and then forced your entire body into the door, once, twice, three times. Suddenly, you tumbled forwards as the door gave way, and you gasped as you stumbled to catch your footing.

You turned to look at the door, which had bounced back from the wall and was sitting ajar. It has two large planks of wood, splintered on the end where the door had burst open, nailed into it. You gulped at the sight. Something in his room was being kept in, and by the size of all of the boxes lined around the perimeter of the room, and the two sitting in the centre... you had a guess. You spotted the same journal that Jack had many months prior, and you plucked it up.

‘Date: September 18 - specimen M

Unresponsive, as expected. Unable to heal bite correctly, but clearly still capable of surviving.’

What... was this...?

‘Date: October 13’

Hold on... you were in Italy with Dracula on this date... had he come back here...? This I was certainly his handwriting.

‘Specimen C is much more responsive than the others, though no L. It seems that willingness to submit plays a much more important factor in bridification that I first thought.’

Oh no...

Oh no, no, this... this was his hiding hole for his... experiments... He was still trying to find a suitable bride.

All kinds of emotions suddenly threatened to bubble over the edge as you slammed the journal shut and placed it back on the box with some force. Your eyes darted around the room, looking at the boxes. You tried to count them, but there were so many. One of them started scratching once more, and the curiosity, despite the fear, seemed to pull you towards it.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

Your head spun over your shoulder, followed by your body, finding Lucy stood at the door. Her mangled body was just as you remembered seeing it last time, smoking just a little around the edges. God, she was repulsive.

“Lucy...” you whimpered, unsure if you were afraid of her or begging her to help you.

“I really would just run if I were you, [First]. I tried to warn you...” Lucy hissed, a black substance dripping from her lips, “look at what he did to me... he’ll do it to you too... do you believe me now...?” Her voice cracked through the air, piercing your ears. She sounded like she was whispering and screaming all at once.

“Help me...” you were about to cry, you could feel the best rush to your cheeks, your heart beating quickly.

“Look in the boxes, [First]... see how much he truly loves you... look and see your future... and then help yourself and LEAVE!” Lucy wailed, disappearing into mist.

You turned your head back to the boxes, it seemed Lucy’s presence, real or not, had surged many of them into life. Howls contained within the wood split into the air, the thuds were coming from almost every box, not in time with each other at all. Your heart was racing. You neared one, with the branding “M” on the side of the box. You gulped, closing in on it. There was a single hole in the middle of the box, identical to all of the others around the room. Just as you stepped to the right, just to let the light shine directly into the hole, an eye appeared. A scream ripped through your lungs, watching as this box, wedged tightly between a dozen others, began to rock.

The wails around you grew louder, and you stumbled over your feet. You turned, sprinting out of the door just in time to hear an almighty crash, and suddenly the wails were louder than ever. They were right behind you. His brides.

“[First]?!” You heard Dracula call your name, rushing into the penthouse. He looked up, dreading the worst as he saw you collide with the balcony, just gripping onto the metal handrail in time to prevent yourself from tumbling over, “what are you doing up there?!” He roared, bounding towards the stairs.

He could hear the grumbles and the cries of his many brides, mostly almost successful, but not quite there.

You turned to face the stairs, watching as Dracula made his way towards you with haste. Then, there was a hand on your shoulder, pulling you backwards and you turned, just enough to see Mark’s face, mangled and blood-stained. You let out another scream, seeing Chelsea behind him, limping out of the room, her neck covered in Dracula’s bites. Mark had a hard grip on you, tugging you into him, and Dracula panicked as he reached the landing.

Mark suddenly tugged harder, and then more hands were on you as you were forced backwards, legs kicking as you tried to dig your heels into the floor to prevent them from pulling you back into the darkness.

“NO!” You screamed.

At your cries, Dracula rushed towards you, his large hands grasping for you.

“OFF!” he bellowed, pumping his limbs harder to reach you.

The mangled bodies of Dracula’s brides were swarming you, tugging at your hair, your clothes, your skin. If you were cut even a tiny bit, shed even one droplet of blood, they would tear you to pieces. You shook your limbs, trying to free yourself from their grasps. But, you just weren’t strong enough, your knees crumpling beneath you as you sunk to the floor. Sobs ripped through your lungs, hoarse cries of sheer terror and resignation as you realised this was the end. You could see Dracula’s face, seething and red as he bared his fangs. Your head was yanked back, and you were forced to look up at Chelsea. Her face had become tight and gaunt, skin much more paler than it ever had been, leathery and having lost its life.

Dracula pushed on, ripping away the bodies one by one, making sure to tear off their heads as he did so. They weren’t quite vampires, yet, so there was no way for them to resurrect after decapitation. A crimson mist settled in the air as Dracula drove his enormous body into the crush. He needed to reach you and fast. All of his creations were hungry, starving even. They wanted blood. They wanted your blood. He knew that the entire time you had been in the penthouse, they had smelled your blood. They had been drooling, driving themselves crazy at the scent. It was so sweet, so tantalising. It left the tongue soaked. If he, a true vampire often had trouble holding himself back, he knew these half-brides would not be able to do the same. They would rip you apart, shred your skin to ribbons, lap up every succulent drop of blood your body had to offer.

He could hear you screaming beneath the bodies, spurring him on to keep tearing away at the flesh. You continued to push back against the hands, uncontrollably sobbing as you tried to give yourself time, give Dracula time to pull you out. Blood was oozing beneath their feet, a sign that the vampire was working overtime to get you out quickly. Soon enough, there were maybe four or five brides left, including both Mark and Chelsea. A large, icy hand grasped your arm firmly and pulled you up, into Dracula’s torso, but as he came to rest his head on top of yours, you pushed away, wanting to get as far away from him as you could.

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, giving Dracula an icy glare through your bloodshot eyes.

“[First]-“ Dracula began coolly.

“NO! Don’t- don’t you touch me! Ever again! How could you do this?!” You gestured to the other brides, all of the, standing behind Dracula, growling and hissing at you, but knowing better than to go too close to their master.

“[First], listen to me, please, I told you not to go in there-!” Dracula was already growing angry once more. More so at himself for being so foolish than at you.

“What, so you could see if I’d be a great addition to your experiments, huh?! SO I’D BE WILLING FOR YOU TO TURN ME?! SO I WOULD BE THE PERFECT BRIDE?!” You wailed through your tears, stepping backwards, through the blood pooling on the floor, towards the edge of the stairs.

Dracula blinked at you. He didn’t know how to respond to those accusations. Him not wanting to turn you because he knew you deserved better than undeath was truthful. He did not want to curse you with having to live for all eternity, half empty and soulless like himself.

Behind you, on the stairs, all of a sudden, there was an apparition. It was Lucy, this time human, and as beautiful as she had once been. She stood on the top step, so just a little lower down than you, and she had a sinister look on her face. You did not seem to notice her presence.

“What did you say to her?” Dracula growled. You stared at him, noticing his gaze was behind you.

“The truth, Count Dracula,” Lucy taunted, her voice low and hissing, “you are nothing but a monster, no matter how human she makes you feel, you are a monster. You will always resort to your playthings - to your brides. If you won’t let her go, I will.”

To you, the sensation was like tripping over your feet all of a sudden, merely losing your balance. However, to Dracula, the truth was as clear as day. Lucy reached up, tugging hard on the back of your shirt, yanking you backwards. As your arms flailed, they seemed to bat her right out of existence and you tumbled backwards, down the stairs.

Dracula screamed, rushing to grasp you, but it was too late, you collapsed into a ball at the bottom of the stairs. The Count was frozen in place. He watched you carefully. You didn’t move. You didn’t even seem to be bleeding. Immediately, the tears welled up in his eyes. The sound behind him, the sound of his stupidity, of his obsession with having a lifelong partner, it rang loud in his ears. With an animalistic scream, he turned, lunging for the undead Mark as his talon-like fingernails turned his flesh to ribbons.

Until every last bride of his was utterly destroyed, Dracula continued his ferocious outburst, unable to suppress the anger that filled him up. Every particle of his being was red. Red. Red. Red.

And then it was gone, as quickly as it had came. He turned towards the stairs, dripping head to toe in blood, and was frozen once more.

You were gone.

“[First]!” Dracula called out, throwing his legs over the glass balcony of the landing and hitting the floor below. His eyes traced the room, finding your form haunched over at the front door. You were trying to open it, but something was wrong, “are you alright?” Dracula asked quietly, as he came to a stop behind you.

“Leave me alone....” you gasped, trying once more for the door.

“[First], you’re injured, let me look at you, darling.”

“Don’t... call me that.” You were trying to be stern, but you were gasping for breath, unable to hold your body up.

“Look at me.” Dracula ordered lowly. You did not comply.

“I will never look at you again.” You vowed in a whisper. You could hold your body up no more, sinking down to the floor to lean against it. Dracula watched you twist your head away, so that you didn’t have to look at him, but your body was sprawled out in his direction. Your left arm was bent at an awkward angle as you clutched it to your body with your right. There was a large gash on your temple, blood streaming down your face, cradling your jaw and slowly inching down your neck. There was also something poking out of your shirt... fuck... was that a rib?

“My sunlight, you are injured, please let me take a look at you, I can’t leave you like this.” Dracula’s voice was hushed as he knelt down, eyeing your body. You were in a bad state.

“Get away from me.” You chocked, “how could you do that...? To Mark...? To Chelsea...? How could you do that to me?” A stray tear slipped down your cheek. Dracula had never felt this emotion before. Was it remorse? He didn’t quite know.

“Darling, please, you need to understand...” Dracula trailed off. How could he explain any of this?

“How could I possibly understand, Dracula?” You sighed, “was I not enough for you, even though temporary...?” Your voice grew quieter. Dracula watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open, “I thought after Renfield... after Lucy... you’d stop... but... you...” you had no more energy to give, your body finally shutting down. Pain throbbed in your head, your arm, your chest. The edges of your vision began to speckle with darkness. You couldn’t even hold your head away from Dracula’s direction, so the last thing you saw as your ears begun to ring and your vision completely fade was Dracula, crying, reaching out to clutch you close to him.

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“Get the fuck out before I rip your head off.” Jack spat, pacing down the hallway towards the vampire. He sent the taller man a most disgusted look, and continued pacing forwards as he waited for a reply.

“Jack, I’m not leaving her-“ Dracula argued quietly.

“Yes the fuck you are. I swear to god, Dracula, stay the fuck away from her.” At the beginning of his sentence, Jack had reached close proximity to the vampire, and had reached up to grasp the collar of his shirt. Dracula emitted a low growl from deep in his chest, balling his fists.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, if you are going to cause a scene I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you both to leave.” A nurse appeared, looking rather reluctant in her words. Her eyes were blown wide, eyebrows turned up in worry. Jack immediately dropped the cloth in his hands, stepping back as to suggest he would go no further.

“Sorry, I’ll go back inside to [First].” Before Jack could get a grip on Dracula’s shirt, the Count had slipped back into the hospital room.

It had been just yesterday that you had discovered Dracula’s... collection, and you had yet to wake up. Dracula had ran through London city with you in his arms, crying in the fear that the damage was done, that you had succumbed to your injuries. If it weren’t for your pulse, Dracula would have believed that you were gone. The doctor had told Dracula that you were lucky. A big gash on the head and no signs of brain damage, a broken rib that had slightly dislodged yet not touched your lungs, and your broken arm that had barely missed the main artery that would have killed you within a few hours. Lucky didn’t even begin to cover it.

Since bringing you into the hospital, Dracula had paced around while the doctors had rushed you into surgery to fix your rib into place and check over you, and once he knew you were okay, had left for only 10 minutes (he had been guilty of shape shifting into a bat to avoid traffic) to wash the blood from his clothes and change. Of course, doctors had seen him dripping head to toe in blood, and in all honesty, he had no idea how he had managed to convince them to leave him be. After he had changed, he hadn’t left your side, until the ward had been called, asking that anybody in Miss [Last]’s room was removed. And then Jack had showed up to confront the vampire.

Looking down at your sleeping form, Dracula sighed.

“Oh, my sweet girl, I am so sorry.” He cooed, gently grasping your hand in his own, “how stupid could I have been?”

Your warmth radiated through his hand, and eased slowly up his arm. The feeling was now so familiar to him, so comfortable, but he still relished in it, especially now. He truly hoped that you had been delirious with pain when you had pushed him away. He hoped that you hadn’t meant any of the words that you had said.

His mind wandered back to those warmer months when he had been able to so secretly keep those many failed brides hidden from you. Truthfully, he had been collecting ever since he had first left the cold north for London. He had not expected to have acquired so many... and in all honesty, Chelsea and Mark had been... well, sick creations. Just to see if he could. God, he wished he could repent. He wished he could take it call back.

A sensation pulled him back to earth - your hand squeezing his. It was his gravity, grounding him as he looked down at your face. Your head was tilted a little, facing him almost perfectly. The sunlight from the window behind him streamed lovingly onto your face, casting you in angelic light. He watched as your lips curved down into a frown, eyebrows furrowing from the bright light. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open.

“Drac...?” Your voice was hoarse and soft.

“Shh, darling, you don’t need to speak.” Dracula reached forwards, caressing your cheek. You were burnt up, likely from the medicine.

“I...”

“Shhh, it’s okay, darling. Do you remember what happened?” All of Dracula’s features were softened as he looked at you. As you blinked up at him, you couldn’t help but feel like he truly adored you. You squinted your eyes in thought, Dracula slowly rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“I...” could you remember what happened? You remembered someone pulling at your back right as you fell, you were sure of it...

“It’s alright, I’m here.” Drac whispered. As his voice lulled you, flashes of yesterday came to your mind. The room, the stairs.

“.... I don’t want you here...”

“You don’t mean that...” he countered gently.

“Yes I do... I can’t trust you...” your eyes begun to well up. No matter what you did, no matter how close you were to him, Lucy was right. Your fate was going to be sealed in one of those boxes, doomed to be a failed bride.

“No, don’t say that, it’s all a misunderstanding.” Dracula’s own voice was still soft, so gentle, like he was afraid of you. Carefully, you lifted your hand to remove his touch.

“Don’t do that, Dracula,” you chocked, trying hard to not start crying, “don’t manipulate me like you always do. All you do is let me down... Lucy, Zoe, Daniel, Mark, Chelsea... You lied to me over and over again, you came back to England while we were in Italy, didn’t you? I don’t know what exactly it is you want from me, what kind of sick game you’re playing, but I won’t play it anymore. I don’t want to become like Mark, like Lucy. I want to live. I want to live knowing the man I love would never have a room full of corpses ready to fucking feast on me.”

“Listen to me, [First], you’re all over the place because of the drugs-“ Dracula tried to reason, now holding his own tears back. But you refused to listen to him. This was the final straw.

“No, Dracula, you listen to me. You need to go. You knew those brides were dangerous for me, fuck, some of them were people I knew and cared about-“ you stopped yourself as your voice cracked, tears near the brink, “I can outrun Renfield. I know I can. I don’t need you anymore. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“...no...” Dracula whispered, “I can’t leave you. I... you can’t.”

“I’m not giving you a choice. Please just get out, I can’t bear to look at you anymore.” Slowly, painfully, you turned your head away from him, as well as your heart.

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Promised Part 17 - Tom Riddle x reader

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Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

Warnings: None, finally

Word count: 1.2k

Part 17 - Epilogue

The year after the incident at the chapel in Ramsbury went by very uneventfully compared to your last year at Hogwarts and the weeks after, even though so much was changing. Boring was certainly not the right word to describe it. Everyone involved had wished for a bit of peace and was more than happy to live a quiet life for a bit.

Marvolo’s body had been buried appropriately. A small bribe had been enough to make the Mediwizard who had examined him confirm that he had died naturally, of old age. Marvolo had been right after all, they must have really been a bunch of quacks in St. Mungos.

Morfin wasn’t to be found anywhere. Gaunt Manor had been empty, apart from the two house-elves, when your family, Tom and you had gone there. He must have apparated to the manor after Nagini had attacked him, however. A great amount of Galleons and some potions were missing from his chamber when you searched through it. Hokey and Scrook wouldn’t tell anyone what they had seen - they were still loyal to their Masters. They didn’t want to be freed either, even begged not to be given proper clothes. So Tom gave them to Hepbzibah Smith, an old witch who was known to be an avid collector of magical antiquities and was looking for elves to serve her.

Since Morfin wasn’t there to inherit any of Marvolo’s riches, they were passed down to Tom directly. He owned Gaunt manor now, as well as the mountains of Galleons that were locked up in the Gaunt’s vaults at Gringotts. While Gaunt manor had been tempting to pack your bags and move into, both of you didn’t fancy the thought. The house was linked to countless haunting memories for Tom and despite its enormous size, it was way too cold and rigid for your liking and reminded you too much of the Gaunts themselves. 

So Tom sold it to a wealthy family, muggles as far as you were aware, which must have made Marvolo turn over in his grave one last time.

Tom bought a house in your home town shortly after, smaller yet still as boastful as you had expected it to be. It even had a telephone installed, which you didn’t mention to him after you had given him a look when you had seen it, to which he had just shrugged and rolled his eyes. 

You didn’t move in with him immediately, as your parents didn’t allow you to leave your home unmarried. They allowed you to visit him, though, and you did so as often as you could. 

Life had gone on as it always did and you had gotten a job right after school. The Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers had reached out to you after they had seen your grades and gotten a letter from Professor Slughorn. They had asked if you wanted to be trained to become a Potions Master, which was an honour not many witches and wizards were granted with. It hadn’t taken long for you to accept, so you were in close contact with one of their tutors, a witch by the name of Guiliana Toffana.

Tom had taken on a desk job for the Ministry, which paid well even if it wasn’t the most exciting work to do. He had plans though, wanted to work himself to the top one day. And for all you knew, there was no one stopping him from doing so.

Camille had started working as an assistant at Ollivander’s Wand Shop in Diagon Alley. The year had been hard to bypass for her, as she wasn’t able to see Ben as often. They sent each other owls almost daily and the only thing you worried about was that none of you were in Hogwarts anymore to help Ben out with Herbology. Tom had suggested that your little sister Elsie could help him study, as she had started her first year and had been sorted into Gryffindor. 

On 1st July 1946, one year and one day after your almost-wedding, Tom invited you over to his house. You would have lied if you had said you weren’t expecting it. And he met your expectations by getting down on one knee. He asked you to marry him again, 366 days after he had done so the first time. And your answer was different now.

Only a few weeks later - you would have never thought it to be possible to organise a wedding this quickly, well, what a bit of pocket money was able to do - the big day had come.

It couldn’t have been more different from the day in Ramsbury. Your whole family, even the distant aunts and cousins, as well as all of your friends had been invited. Everyone gathered in a small castle north of the Peckforton Hills in Cheshire, where the ceremony and subsequent celebrations were to take place. Even muggles would have described the place as magical. Its old walls and lush, green lawn inside the courtyard reminded you of Hogwarts a lot. 

You wore an elegant white dress, not Mother’s, but one that you had picked out yourself. One last look into the mirror before the ceremony would begin and, you even had to admit to yourself, you had never looked better. 

Father had to help to calm you down before you entered the chapel with him. Walking down the aisle with the music playing and all eyes fixated on you was scarier than fighting the Gaunts had been. But Father was there by your side, leading you up to the altar safely.

And the moment you spotted Tom waiting for you there, all nerves were soothed. He bit his lip while you approached him slowly, his eyes wandering up and down your figure. A smile, one that even reached up to his eyes, formed on his face and didn’t seem to leave after he had taken in the sight. 

Ben, his best man, stood behind him, and only watched Camille, your maid of honour, from the side as tears of joy ran down her face.

The officiant’s speech got drowned out by your thoughts, as you lost yourself in Tom’s eyes, standing face to face with him in front of all of the guests. The way he looked back at you, deeply but still collected, led your mind to wander. 

Love surely wasn’t like it was described inside a book, no, but when the people involved were honest and trusting, it could turn out to be even better than words were able to ever describe it. You both had changed so much since you had gotten close. And you were going to change with every day that you would spend together. There was much work to be done still, many compromises to be made and a lot of healing yet to start. But you were sure that with an open heart and a tiny bit of luck, you were going to make it. And you couldn’t wait. 

Time had passed by so quickly until now and it would pass by equally as fast from now on. Every day was just another grain of sand falling down the hourglass that was life. But now that every grain had Tom in it, they seemed to drop differently. Happier, more meaningful and full of expectation for what’s to come. Every grain was to be cherished and the two of you promised that to each other when you both said the words. “I do.”

The end.

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Well, we’re done :’) I’m a bit sappy, it’s hard for me to let this story go. I actually can’t believe I pushed through and really finished it. 43k words, a short novel. Wow. And I wouldn’t have been able to do it, if all of you hadn’t liked, shared and commented on this story. I really need the feedback and you all were so kind and gave it to me. So, credits to you, we made it. And as always, thank you for reading!

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [34]

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Tentatively, you began to reach for the handle of the door. Another gentle thud came from inside. What was in there? Why was Dracula so concerned about you coming upstairs? You continued to reach, stepping forwards to close the space between you and the door. Your fingers curled around the metal of the handle...

“[First]?” His voice carried from downstairs, making you jump. There was another thud behind the door.

“Yeah?” You called, your face flushing with the embarrassment of getting caught in the act.

Dracula’s immediate reaction to hearing you upstairs was panic. You had been instructed to not go up there, under any circumstance. You had never seen him do it in all of your time knowing him, but the threat of you finding out what had been happening behind that door was high, so Dracula panicked, materialising into nothing, only to suddenly appear before you. You jumped, letting go of the handle as Dracula scowled down at you.

“What are you doing?” His voice was stern. You were in trouble. Your heart began to race.

“I wasn’t doing anything, I... I couldn’t find you and I thought I heard something so-“ you stammered, stumbling over your words with nerves.

There was another thud, which caused Dracula to tense up as you looked up at him questioningly.

“It’s birds.” Dracula decided coolly.

“Huh?” You blinked up at him.

“Birds, in the roof. You hear them much better up here, since they nest just above this old storage closet.” His face was strange, not showing any emotion. He shut his eyes, licking his lips.

“Birds?”

“Yes, now why don’t we go back downstairs, hm?”

Dracula’s change in demeanour had thrown you head first into a deep pool of panic. He was angry at you. It had been a very long time since he had treated you with such little emotion and that frightened you. Even after all of this time, your gut still knew that he was dangerous. Should he wish, he could do whatever he wanted to you. You were just lucky; for now.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply. He took your hand, and within a second you found yourself back downstairs. How had that happened? You guessed he had used some of his powers to move you down as quickly as he could. As soon as you were stable, though, he dropped your hand - an act which left your heart thundering in your chest.

God, you were in trouble now.

“[First], promise me something.” He looked down at you, still with little emotion on his face. You wanted him to look at you with at least a little... anything. Even anger would suffice. This cool, unbothered act was unsettling you deeply.

“I-...” you were unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to upset him anymore.

“Don’t go upstairs again.” This was not something he was asking you to promise. This was an order, a demand. He was not giving you a choice to agree, you would simply have to.

“...okay. I’m sorry.” You dropped your head.

Dracula could hear your blood racing. As much as he hated to scare you, this was a precaution he was prepared to take. He sighed, pulling you into him. He could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

As the week progressed, you found yourself feeling like you were fifteen again with a helicopter parent. Every time you would get up to do something, Dracula would inquire as to where you were going and more often than not, would opt to accompany you.

Usually, you would feel pretty smitten with him for wanting to be around you. But you knew why he was doing it. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to go snooping again.

~^*^~

You refused to look at your vampire, opting instead to watch London city pass you by. To say you were upset would be the understatement of the century. You were livid (probably more with yourself than with him, considering you caved to his pestering, but did it really matter if you took your anger out on him?).

He was too charming. You wanted to punch him in his stupid, smug incredibly handsome face. You huffed every now and then, watching the many buildings rush past as the car moved forwards.

“Won’t you spare me even one look?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. It had been a while since he had used a pet name on you. Was he really that upset with you?

“No.” You grumbled.

“You’ll have to look at me eventually.”

“Should I choose to, I’ll gouge out my eyes.” You snapped back.

Dracula chuckled at this. He knew you’d be upset but you had to do this. Even though you really only needed to apologise for kind of being a little rude to your mother, she owed you an apology too, and if you wanted to spend the holidays with your father, you’d need to get back into your mother’s good books.

“You would never. I’m simply too handsome. You’d miss my face too much.”

“As if.” You scoffed, “when have I ever inferred that?”

Why, god why, did you have to ask that? Immediately, Dracula began to list off all of the times you’d complimented his appearance, and the final straw was when he began to discuss some of the things you had said to him in the bedroom. You shifted your body in the seat, so that you could see him.

He smirked. Smug bastard.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Not silent, but comfortably quiet and peaceful. As you neared your family home, a sense of dread began to fill your body. What if she didn’t want to forgive you? What if you leaving had ruined everything? Oh god.

“Calm down,” Dracula’s voice was low, “I can hear your heart racing.”

The car was pulled up outside of your home now, and even you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. A cool, comforting hand came to rest on top of yours which was sitting in your lap. You looked over at Dracula, who was smiling softly at you.

No words were exchanged. They didn’t need to be. He was here for you, he would back you up. You nodded, moving to unbuckle your belt.

The moment your mother saw you, she burst into tears, rushing across the length of the living room to pull you into her. Her apologies came spilling from her mouth as quickly as her tears did her eyes and you were surprised. Your father had somehow convinced her that she was in the wrong. Well, this was certainly a surprise.

“I’m glad you two made up,” your father retorted, taking a sip from his teacup, “right?” He looked over at Dracula.

“Indeed.” 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper to your mother, still holding her close, “I was just so angry at all of the gossip and with Chelsea that I just... I didn’t think. I’m sorry for causing you so much stress.”

“It’s alright, dear. Your father and I talked. I understand now that getting so wrapped up in all of the gossip was wrong of me.” She pulled away, looking at your face, “I only want what’s best for you.”

“I know, I’m still sorry.” You smiled.

Making up with your mother made it feel like a weight had been lifted off of your chest. It wasn’t a lot, but substantial enough to help you feel a little more relaxed. After all, you wouldn’t be able to come back to your parents’ house for a while. Renfield was still a danger, and as long as he was still on the lose, you didn’t want to risk your parents’ lives.

When you left a few hours later, your heart felt heavy. You didn’t know when you’d be able to come back, so you held your mother a little tighter, and hugged your father for just a little longer. You knew they’d be okay, but you couldn’t help but worry.

Dracula decided to stay quiet on the drive back. He knew you were thinking. Sometimes, it was best to let you work through your mind. Especially when the balance of life and death was so delicate and depended on every move being perfectly calculated.

He would not let Renfield hurt you or your family. He would rather die himself.

The next day that followed, found you without Dracula’s company, but with Jack’s instead. He’d waited for the rather overprotective vampire to leave to run some errands, before knocking the door and coming in.

You were glad to see him, you had to be honest. It felt nice to have someone who knew what you were feeling, knowing just what was on the line. Jack was the only person in the world who could possibly empathise with you.

He had brought with him a bag from Daniel’s home, with some things he thought you might have liked to hold on to. Digging through the bag, you found a bracelet that you had gifted him one birthday, a couple of your own books that you had left when you had split, and at the very bottom, a picture frame.

The entire bag still had his boyish scent, and when you plucked up the photo, a wave of sombre nostalgia hit you. This must’ve been taken maybe 6 months before your split with Daniel, when you were still totally in love with him. From left to right, it was Jack, Lucy, Daniel and then yourself. All four of you were smiling, with a beautiful background of the beach, and far behind, a theme park that sat on the edge of the seafront.

You could recall this day easily. It was so much fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so... free. And then it hit you. You weren’t free. Not one particle of your being would ever be free now that you were tied up with Dracula. As long as you lived, you were not free anymore. You were stuck with Dracula. You could never relive those days.

Now that you had become involved with Dracula, and with Renfield, you could never be free. It was clear to you that Dracula had a possessive hold on you, and you could never just leave for a whirlwind weekend away again. You’d need his permission for everything. Hell, you even needed his permission to go upstairs in your own damn home.

You thought about upstairs. The knocking had become more frequent, yet you still had not heard even a single chirp from a bird. Surely it wasn’t birds being able to make such a hard noise? But what else could it be? What could be up there that Dracula didn’t want you to see?

“What are you thinking about?” Jack spoke up, and you realised you had been staring at the picture for far too long.

“Nothing,” you began, “it’s stupid.”

“I promise you, it’s not.”

“It’s just... Dracula’s been a little... strange with me.”

“How so?”

“Well, I went upstairs a couple of days ago, because I thought he was up there. And he wasn’t, but in certain I heard a noise. He got... super mad with me for going up there and now he’s like... watching me like a hawk and he’s treating me differently..”

Jack gulped.

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [35]

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Anger nibbled at the pit of your stomach. The alarm clock on the bedside table flashed, letting you know that it was close to 2am in the morning. You felt drowsy, you were tired, but you were alone in Dracula’s bed and could hear the footsteps above you. He was up there, in his storage cupboard. He had been secretly going up in the dead of the night, long after you had fallen asleep, just so that you wouldn’t see him up there and could instead forget all about it. What he hadn’t counted on was you not actually falling asleep, and listening to him potter around, pushing heavy things along the floor. Whatever was up there, he wanted it kept secret only to him, and you didn’t like that one bit.

You could hear the wind howling outside, but your ears chose to concentrate on the sounds of Dracula’s footsteps over your head. Every now and then, you could swear you heard multiple sets of feet, and sometimes, Dracula would speak. It had been 45 minutes since he had gone up, and your eyelids were feeling like bricks cellotaped to your face. Like a siren, sleep called out to you through the fog of your stubborn anger, and your eyelids begun to close on their own accord.

BANG!

The sound jolted you. Your eyes flared up to the ceiling, where you could hear Dracula cursing and the sound of... scratching...?

Okay, you were going to find out just what Dracula was hiding in that room.

~^*^~

“I don’t understand why we can’t track him down...” Jack grumbled, looking down at the hundreds of papers spread out before him.

“Me neither... do you think [First] was right...?” Dracula looked up from his paper, the glasses on his face slipping down his nose a little with the movement.

“What about?”

“That this is all my fault.” Dracula sighed, “if I hadn’t turned Renfield, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Yeah... well, I guess she kind of is right, toothy.”

“Toothy?” Dracula quirked an eyebrow.

“What so [First] can give you a nickname, but I, your good-cop-bad-cop partner can’t?”

“The difference,” Dracula begun, leaning forwards, “between you and [First] giving me a nickname, is that I much rather hear her screaming my full name instead of just using it in everyday conversation-“

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

Jack looked back down at his papers, sighing in frustration. He didn’t know where to start, where to begin, there was something else plaguing his mind. He didn’t know how he was supposed to look for any signs of Renfield’s whereabouts, when his mind was preoccupied. You were not safe, he needed to focus, he needed to keep you safe. His eyes shot up, locking with Dracula’s who was cocking his head in thought.

God, he would love to steal you away, take you back up north, maybe even farther away than Yorkshire. He hated that your only chance of survival was with Dracula.

As Jack sat thinking, his mind setting off on a train of thoughts unrelated to Renfield, he failed to notice Dracula taking in their surroundings. The cafe they had taken refuge in was small, with a couple of waitresses walking around serving the many tables that were full. As one approached their table, Dracula noticed that Jack’s backpack was poking out from under the table - a true health and safety hazard, so he reached down and plucked it up, finding it heavier than it should be.

“Mr Seward, care to indulge me on just what exactly you’ve brought with you to our meeting?” Jack’s head snapped up, looking at the vampire with a sheepish frown.

~^*^~

“Jack, I really don’t want to smell like a teenage boy.” You pout, folding your arms.

Already, Jack had coerced you into his clothes, which fit you oddly. The sleeves on the navy hoodie that had been thrown at you were way too long, and the jeans that you had been forced into were just as long, pooling at your ankles, fitting your feminine waist oddly, too. You had also somehow let Dracula slap a baseball cap over your hair to conceal it, and now Jack was standing with two cans of deodorant, one in each hand, spraying them over you like you were a prepubescent teenager coming out of gym class.

This is what Jack had brought with him to his meeting with Dracula. It was essentials to sneaking you out for an hour or two to feel human again.

“I miss her sweet smell already.” Dracula frowned, clearly not impressed by Jack’s scent (and the Lynx Africa) smothering over your own. He was sitting on his chair, on the opposite end of the room, watching with his arms folded.

“Good, that means it’s working.” Jack coughed through the mist of the spray.

“Where are we even going, Jack?” You inquired, trying to turn your head over your shoulder to reach clean air.

“Out, you haven’t left this penthouse in over a month, I thought you’d like to maybe get some fresh air and interact with other humans beside myself.” Jack finally stopped spraying the cans, and you heaved as the air around you clears. God, you really do smell like a teenage boy. Gross.

Somehow, you’re convinced by the thought of actually being able to walk somewhere that isn’t around Dracula’s dining table. Jack decided to wait for you outside, so that Dracula can decide if he really can’t detect your scent or not. When the door snapped shut, Dracula beckoned you over and you were quick to comply. Once you were within arms reach, Dracula caressed your waist, looking up at your face. He couldn’t smell you at all, but he could feel your entire body pulsating under his touch, his favourite thing. He could hear your blood coursing your veins.

You looked down at him, biting your lip, expecting Dracula to not let you leave. However, you were surprised as he gave you a soft smile and a gentle nod. You knew he wasn’t exactly thrilled that you were leaving, but Jack had explained cabin fever and he had read The Shining and he didn’t want you flipping out on him. Could you imagine being kept indoors for months at a time, not allowed to interact with anyone other than the person you reside with? Dracula certainly couldn’t.

At Dracula’s silent permission, you returned his soft smile and left, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. You were scared. You knew you were vulnerable, but if Dracula trusted you would be safe, you had to believe him. Dracula could hear the way your blood began to rush, the way the anxiety heightened the flow, and almost reached out to pull you back.

On the streets, people turned to give you strange looks, and you found yourself on more than one occasion nuzzling into the crook of Jack’s neck as you walk. The fresh air felt so nice to breathe. It was different to Dracula opening the windows every morning to let the cool, wintery air in. It was all around you, enveloping you in it’s cool embrace. You felt free.

It was busy, with people moving around you everywhere. Usually, you would have complained, but the Christmas lights were out in full effect and seemed to drug you into a state of euphoria.

“Hey, [First], wanna grab something to eat?” Jack turned to you, giving you a half-smile. You only nodded, turning your head to look at everything the outside had to offer. You didn’t know when you’d be allowed out again.

Jack, on the other hand, was nervous. He thought back to that day in Dracula’s penthouse.

~^*^~

Since Dracula had swept you away to Italy, Jack had been dedicated the position of house-checker. All he had to do was visit the vampire’s penthouse a couple of times in the week to ensure that Renfield hadn’t been snooping around. It was a simple enough task. He never went at the same time, or the same day of the week, he would just pop over at any chance he got. He didn’t want to fall into a pattern in case he was being watched.

One his last visit to the penthouse, though, he had discovered something that had made him rethink his entire decision to let you come back to London after Dracula’s reappearance.

As usual, he pushed open the door and stepped inside of the pristine home. The floors were glistening, beautiful daylight bursting through the tall window at the opposite end of the room. Everything was untouched, and Jack did his sweep of the living room, the bedroom and the bathroom. He was happy with the state of things and took a moment to breathe, looking out of the window down onto busy London. And that is where he heard it.

...thud...

-

..thud...

-

-

thud...

thud....

-

The sound was so odd, that Jack felt a very unpleasant chill shockwave down his spine. Whatever was going on here was not normal. His eyes followed the sound, landing on a sleek black door upstairs in the penthouse. From the glass balcony overlooking the living room, he could see the door hiding behind the shadows of some large house plants. Dracula had hidden that door for a reason.

Slowly, Jack ascended the stairs, listening carefully for another sound. Nothing.

His feet were slow and precise. He was glad this build was relatively new, no squeaky floorboard to give him away. Then again, if it were another undead specimen, it could probably smell his blood from a mile away. Jack sucked in a breath as he closed in on the door, holding his chest firmly where it was, and pressing his ear against the door.

Silence.

Total silence.

Jack exhaled, closing his eyes.

Then, he opened them reaching down to twist the door handle. Surprisingly, it opened. The room was dark, and much bigger than what Dracula had apparently described as a storage cupboard. Lining the walls were dozens of large wooden boxes. Every single box seemed to be nailed shut in all sorts of odd places, and all of them seemed to have one small hole, to look in... or out. There were also two boxes in the centre of the room, on the floor stacked on top of each other. These ones looked a little newer than the others, and placed nearly on top was a leather journal.

The only light coming in to the room was from the open door, and Jack did not know if he wanted to investigate further. But he knew that this was sketchy to say the least - even for a vampire. He needed to figure out what was going on here. As Jack neared the boxes in the centre of the room, he heard the scratching sound once more, this time, right behind him, right where the boxes were lined up against the wall.

“...it’s just a mouse...” he lied to himself.

He reached forwards, ready to pick up the journal and try to have a flip through of the pages.

BAM!

The box on top suddenly shook with the force of... whatever was inside. Jack leapt backwards, pushing his entire body away from the wooden structure, just enough so that when it fell to the floor and splintered open, he could turn on his heel, and retreat as quickly as he could. He slammed the door shut, holding his entire body against it. There were no sounds from inside of the room.

It wasn’t often that Jack would cry, but he was terrified in this moment. He knew you weren’t safe here. He knew Dracula was up to something. Hot tears streamed dow his face, under his chin and down his neck to soak the neckline of his t-shirt. He bit his lip, trying to stop himself from making a sound. God, he was so scared.

He gave himself a moment to gain composure, knowing that he needed to leave. He couldn’t stay here. It wasn’t safe.

He found a way to secure the door, before leaving the penthouse with absolutely no intention of ever coming back. Luckily for him, he got a lead on Renfield just two days later, and called Dracula home immediately.

~*^*~

You sat opposite Jack, munching happily on your food. Jack looked gaunt. You wondered if playing detective was deterring him from sleeping and eating, so you gently reached over the table, pushing his plate further towards him. Jack offered you a smile before finally starting to eat a little. But in all honesty, hunger evaded him.

“Please don’t go back to the penthouse, [First].” Jack found himself saying the words before he could censor himself. You looked at him, narrowing your eyes. It seemed like Jack was flip flopping with where he thought you were safe.

“What?”

“Please... just... listen to me,” Jack sighed, placing his fork down so that he could fully concentrate on you, “Dracula is a vampire, and no matter how much you trust him... he’s still a vampire. I don’t know if either of you realise it, because you’re so in love or whatever, but I don’t know how much longer Dracula can contain himself around you... maybe he’s a bigger threat than Renfield is and none of us even realise it...”

The words shocked both yourself and Jack as you stared at each other after his little monologue. Dracula had proven to you not once but twice that he could control himself around you when you were bleeding, he refused to turn you into a vampire to stop Renfield because he so desperately wanted you to live a normal life, he had done everything in his power to keep you safe and happy and you thought that Jack acknowledged this at least!

Jack, on the other hand, was close to trembling. Did he have any idea what Dracula was storing within the confines of his home? Not exactly. But reading the accounts from Jonathan Harker from his visit to Transylvania seemed to leave little to the imagination. Jack had already begun to connect the dots and he couldn’t understand why you didn’t. You were miles smarter than he was!

“Are you kidding me right now, Jack?” You hissed through gritted teeth. Your cheeks flared up with the anger suddenly bubbling in your stomach. Now, neither of you were hungry, “is this why you’ve brought me out? To kidnap me?!” At your outburst, a few other diners looked in your direction.

“Lower your voice,” Jack warned, “just think about it rationally, [First], please.”

“I’m not doing this right now. I’m not fucking doing this. All I want- all I’ve wanted since Daniel fucking cheated on me all those years ago is a normal, stress-free life with somebody that loves me. And sURE, being with a vampire of all things maybe isn’t ethical, maybe it isn’t even legal, fuck knows. But what I do know, Jack Seward, is that Dracula cares about me. He wouldn’t lay a finger on me unless he absolutely has to and he has already proven that to me time and time again! So, there’s my rational thinking!” At some point, you had risen to stand, glowering down at Jack who shrunk into his seat. He should have known you’d be tetchy. You had been enclosed in that god forsaken penthouse for way too long. He wished he had told you straight away, but now that he knew Dracula was hiding something, he could not leave it. Being in such close proximity to Dracula could have been putting you at risk.

Jack could only blink at you, watching you storm out. Fuck. He didn’t know if you would go back to the penthouse immediately if you were so pissed off. You needed to cool down, so he ended up having to call Dracula and letting him know you had slipped through his fingers. Of course, Dracula had a beautifully coloured vocabulary ready to be weaponised for this very moment, for Jack, before hanging up.

All Jack could do was let his face fall into his open hands and scream into them. If they didn’t find Renfield soon, he was going to find you.

~^*^~

“Drac?” You called out into the darkness of the penthouse.

Surprisingly, you received no answer. Dracula wouldn’t have left, would he?

Recently, he only left to... eat... when Jack would promise to come and (for lack of a better word) babysit you. You would have liked to believe that Dracula would not have left the penthouse unattended given Renfield’s talent for appearing practically out of nowhere. But he wasn’t here. That was apparent as you checked all of the rooms downstairs, calling his name and simply not finding him. He would not have taken to his soil, he didn’t need to, he wasn’t injured, he wasn’t in need to a break - well you didn’t think he was.

As you closed the door to the bathroom, turning to face the elongated dining table, you heard it.

A soft scratching, a gentle thud, both in harmony. Was somebody upstairs?

For a moment, you thought it was Renfield; for a moment, you were struck with fear, expecting him to appear and have his way with you, but as the sound continued, it soon became very apparent that it could not have been the lawyer. It was coming from that storage room.

And if you truly were alone in this moment, you were finally going to find out just what Dracula was hiding from you.

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [32]

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A huge thank you to newheart97 for the beach scene ;D also sorry it’s short, I’m just having trouble writing rn and I didn’t want to break my promise to you guys

Warnings: A very jealous Drac, wet Drac, implied oral (f receiving) 

~^*^~

Strolling onto the sand, you looked back at Dracula who was taking in the heat of the day. You had opted to buy a black cover-up to conceal your suit before sunbathing, since you weren’t entirely sure how Dracula was going to react. He looked so at peace. He had changed into some beige/green shorts and a black polo shirt. You haven’t ever seen him so casually dressed and you had to admit that you liked it.

Finding a spot a little out of the way, you placed your bag down onto the sand and pulled out your towel. You didn’t know where Dracula had gone, but you didn’t really care. Once your towel was down, you turned your head.

Dracula was staring out to sea, watching the waves lap over each other, the sun sparkle down onto the cyan waters.

You sighed in content. It was already so hot. There wasn’t a cloud in the aquamarine sky. Tugging at the bow on your cover-up, you let the material open and you slipped it off of your shoulders. Your bikini was a simple black and you hack picked something small enough that would give you a lot of skin to catch the sun. Once more you sighed as you settled down on your towel, listening to the waves and the occasional chatter of people a little way down the sand.

It was nice for a moment; the sun heated up your body and you began to truly relax for the first time in a long time. Well, until there was a sudden darkness, blocking out the sun. Your eyes snapped open to see Dracula towering over you, a look of displeasure written across his face. Oh.

“You know, the point of sunbathing is to bathe in the sun, which is what you are stopping me from doing.” You retorted.

“I don’t care what it entails, why are you wearing your undergarments?” He hissed.

“Because I’m sunbathing…?” You pushed yourself up with your elbows, “really, Drac, I thought you were a fast learner.”

“Don’t you think that you’re a little exposed for being in public?”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, “Dracula, sweetheart,” you began, “this is how people dress at the beach. I’m just following current social protocol.”

“Well, I don’t want anyone seeing you so… so bare. Here. Put it back on.” He was fast to get on to his knees and push your cover-up back into your chest.

“Dracula!” You hissed, “I’m not putting it on!”

“Would you prefer my shirt? No other man can see you so bare. It’s mine. You are my treasure for my eyes only.”

“Ok, first, that’s very sweet, but second, I’m literally in my bikini. Dear god I can’t imagine how you’d react at a nudist beach.” You rolled your eyes.

“Should you ever attend such a beach, I will have no choice but to drink you again and leave another one of my marks on your skin. And mark my words, next time, I won’t be so chaste with the placement of it.” He warned darkly.

“If i want to go to a nudist beach, I will. Now, if you’ll move I want to sunbathe.”

Five minutes later, you were sat up with the deepest scowl on your face. Dracula, who was lying back on his own towel, appeared to be oblivious to your poisonous gaze. His chest was bare, sun practically bouncing off of the pale expanse. You were sat with his much oversized t-shirt pooling around you. He had somehow managed to wrestle it on you and warned you not to take it off. You were so hot!

This was so unfair!

The heat was really beginning to get to you now and you could feel the sheen of sweat building on your skin. Your eyes moved to the sea, which looked so, so inviting. It was as if the waves were beckoning you to come to them.

Would just a quick little dip really hurt? Besides, you were a big girl, you shouldn’t need to be told what to do by anyone. Except maybe your father.

You looked once more at Dracula. His eyes were shut. You looked at the sea. It would take maybe five seconds to sprint to the waves. If you were fast enough, you could whip off the shirt as you ran… Fuck it. You shuffled a little, so that when you stood your shadow wouldn’t cast over him. You rose, pretending to stretch. Your eyes wandered down to him and he seemed to have not bothered in checking up on you.

You ran.

As you did so, you tugged the material off of your body, the feeling of a cool breeze easing your hot body. You heard Dracula call your name, but it was too late. His shirt was discarded, you had made it to the sea and you were laughing victoriously. You turned to look at Dracula who had sat up and was glaring at you. You couldn’t help but stick your tongue out at him.

The water was lukewarm. Not cold enough to cause a shock to your system, but an easing cool that licked your skin and sent pleasurable chills down your spine. The contrast of the hot sun and the cool water was euphoric. You were pleased that you had decided to defy the vampire.

“Come back!” He called.

“No!” You laughed, wading backwards into the water. It slowly creeped up towards your thighs and you shivered when it hit your core.

Dracula didn’t respond again, he simply stood and you immediately knew you were in trouble. His walk was slow, his eyes were locked on you. You looked… well, you looked fucking hot. And he knew other men on the beach were looking directly at you. It drove him crazy. You stood there, watching him near you.

It was like the world had stopped as your eyes locked upon him. It was only him. Him and you. He was by you in an instant, hands grazing over your bare waist.

“I thought I told you to keep the shirt on?” He hummed, voice low and a little gravelly. Immediately, you felt a heat flood your body.

“I was hot.” You whispered, your hands moving up his arms.

“Everyone’s looking at you now. At what’s mine.”

“Let them look, Drac. I’m not with them.”

~^*^~

Walking along the small and winding streets, you marvelled at the beauty of the architecture. Dracula’s hand was in yours. He’d gone with a white shirt and some black trousers, and you had gone for a pale blue knee-length summer dress.

The sky was beginning to darken, a navy slowly spreading from the crown outwards. You had been in Italy for a week now. For the first time in forever, you had been able to just relax. You found yourself often sitting on the balcony of your beautiful Italian villa, just looking out to sea and forgetting all of your troubles for a moment.

You had just been out to eat with Dracula and you were finally making your way back for the evening. There was a nice cool breeze coming in, a nice bite to the end of a hot day.

Dracula was acting a little strange, keeping a little closer to you than usual. You didn’t know what he had planned, but you were a little nervous. It was a slow walk back to the villa and once you crossed the threshold, Dracula had you tight within his arms and seas pressing sweet kisses to your neck. You giggled.

“What’s going on?” You breathed.

“You’ve already eaten your dinner, it’s time for mine.” He pressed more kisses to your neck.

“How about you go onto the balcony and I’ll meet you in a minute?”

You nodded, pulling yourself free from his grasp and making your way upstairs. The sky was bursting with orange when you finally got up, the sun beginning to dip down past the horizon, igniting the bottom of the blue with a hot and fiery mix of colours. You sat down on the table, looking out at the waves which seemed to be frozen in place. You knew they weren’t bevause you could hear them down below.

A few moments passed and you heard Dracula curse followed by a loud bang. He cursed again. You chuckled.

Another minute passed and then you finally heard his footsteps.

“Right,” he began.

You turned and almost chocked when you saw him. He was soaked, raven strands falling into his face, his white shirt see-through and clinging to his body.

“What the hell happened?” You chuckled.

“I may have forgot to put the ice bucket back in the freezer before we left.”

“Ice bucket?”

“I did have some champagne for you, but as you can see, it’s not going to be cold.”

“Forget the champagne. Come here.”

You were drinking in the sight of him, ready to tear the wet cloth off of him the moment he was near enough.

“My goodness, [First], what’s gotten into you?” He tutted.

“Not you.” You playfully mumbled.

“Shall we change that?”

He was quick with his movements, leaning over the table and yanking your legs, spinning you around so that you were facing him. He looked down at your face, looking for any hint of protest in your features. When you displayed none, he leaned down, pressing a very soft and tender kiss to the skin right below your earlobe. You hummed at the contact. Your fingers dipped into the hair at the nape of his neck, bone dry compared to the strands at the front. 

It had been too long since he had touched you like this. Fire was burning in your blood and you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to completely succumb. The way his lips slowly caressed the skin of your neck, his fingers working at the hem of your dress which had ridden up your thighs, it was unbearable. 

“Drac…” you whined quietly, just as his lips ghosted the scar on your neck.

“Yes, darling?”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Do something.”

He bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but the sudden shock that pulsated in your body had you crying out. Your hands pulled him closer, legs flying up to lock around his waist, connecting your cores through thin layers of fabric. You could feel his smirk against your skin. Your hands pulled him closer as his teeth finally gave your skin some mercy, but only for a second. His lips were on yours in a moment. Heat, passion, pure ferocity in his kiss and then you were falling into a dream.

~^*^~

A blistering heat, a burning light. This was not like the other places you had been before. There was no pretence of comfort here. You could feel eyes lingering on you, but where from? It was strangely dark, like the moment of twilight. A little light to guide your eyes, but too many shadows, too many places for things to hide. 

You tried to call out, but your voice did not leave your mouth. Something was very wrong. 

For a moment, you thought you saw something in the shadows and moved forwards to pursue it. A sound resounded behind you and the shape that loomed over yous familiar… no…

~^*^~ 

You were gripping onto Dracula’s collar, breathing heavily. He must’ve mistook your utter fear for the racing a passionate heart, because his lips did not cease on your skin. You tried to push the thought of the dream to the back your mind, but you were certain that your mood was all but deflated.

Well, five minutes later, Dracula found himself devouring you, your sundress strewn aside, body glistening with sweat and glowing with the light of the setting sun. What a sight you were, chest rising and falling, hands threading his hair. Beads of water would occasionally drip from the ends, but he didn’t really mind. He was still fully clothed, though his shirt was open - you had asked him to stay like that, obviously liking the way the material stuck to him. 

Your lustful sounds swirled the air, rebounding off of the cliffs and carrying out to sea. 

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [31]

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The next morning, you awoke with a heavy arm draped over your waist. Overnight, your fever had come and gone and you were finally a normal temperature. You turned your head, looking behind you to see Dracula. His eyes were closed, and you knew that he wasn’t sleeping he couldn’t. He was probably just resting himself after the events of yesterday.

In your wrist, there was a subtle throb where your wound was, but you noticed that it had been bandaged up whilst you were out cold.

You sighed, turning around to face Dracula. He could feel you moving, positioning yourself so that your arms were wrapped around him, one of your legs draping over his, pulling yourself into him. He only pulled you closer. It was silent. It was peaceful.

It was maybe half an hour that you stayed like that, just lying in his arms. In a way, it was your apology for leaving him. Letting him just feel you against him, it was like saying that you were sorry and confirming that you weren’t leaving again. And you weren’t. After last night, after Dracula had done everything to get you back to him, how could you leave? He had proven to you that you meant more to him than you originally thought. He had lost control in anger. He’d been angry with you before, with Jack, and he’d never lain a finger on either of you. You were safe with him.

“Darling...” his voice broke the silence, rippling through the air. You hummed a response, snuggling into him as if he were the warmest thing in the world, “we need to get up...”

“No...” you whined quietly, “we need to stay here.”

He chuckled, pulling himself away from you. You tightened your leg around him, keeping him close. He looked down at you, smiling.

“My darling, my sweetheart, my sunlight, we need to go.” He told you softly.

“Go where?”

“If you get dressed, maybe you’ll find out.”

“Drac.” You pouted.

“I’m disclosing no information, I’ve already packed your stuff, just change.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head, “are you going to remove your leg now, darling?”

“Five minutes.” You mumbled, pulling yourself into him once more. Dracula chuckled. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

~^*^~

It was a dull morning. It was just bleak. A white sky with grey clouds swirling high above, the grass deep greens, rolling fields of sage and forest green squares.

The country roads were mostly empty, every now and then, Dracula would have to drastically reduce his speed to match that of a car in front. You didn’t speak much during the drive. You liked to look out of the window - even if the scenery wasn’t bursting with vivid colours - and see what you were passing. Dracula opted against the radio, liking the sound of the grumble of the engine. Every now and again, he’d ask if you were doing okay, and you’d give a quick response before falling back into silence. It was nice and peaceful.

When the sign for the airport came up, a little jolt of excitement ran through you and Dracula caught on when your blood began to rush with it. He smirked.

“Looking forward to our little escape?” He teased.

“I haven’t been abroad in so long.”

“Evidently, neither have I.” He flashed you a rather goofy smile and within the next ten minutes, you were hauling bags out of the car, “here.” He took the suitcase, then your backpack, then his own carry on and began striding towards the entrance. You were left to stand in confusion before rushing after him.

He jumped very slightly when you suddenly linked your arm with his. It was mostly just so that you could keep up with his fast pace, but your display of affection and ownership of him... wow. Your hands were a little colder than usual and he wondered if you needed your jacket from your bag. He supposed you’d get it yourself if you needed it.

An hour later and you were boarding the plane.

“Oh, sorry, ma’am, you’re this way.” The flight attendant placed his hand on your lower back. It was obviously out of just trying to help, but the look Dracula gave was enough for the hand to be immediately removed.

“But- business is-“ you began pointing.

“[First], you don’t truly believe I’d make you fly in business class do you?”

“Well, it’s already a step up from what I’m used to...” you trailed off.

The flight attendant pulled back the curtain to the place where you would be seated and you gasped. Plush, cream leather seats, all reclinable, with fluffy blankets awaiting you. So much space!

“First class?” You turned your head to Dracula who was grinning.

“The best, for the best.”

“Okay, how much money do you have?” The flight attendant clearly pretended to forget how to hear and turned away to help the next group of people on.

“That’s a very personal question, [First].” Dracula playfully frowned, “it’s not something you ask a gentleman.”

“You are anything but a gentleman.”

You sunk down into a seat, a moan of the pleasure of being in first class pulling from your lips.

“Stop with the noises,” he spoke, taking the seat next to you.

“Why? Turn you on?” You asked nonchalantly. You began to fiddle with the remote for your personal TV.

“Extremely.”

You laughed. For a moment, you fidgeted and found a comfy way to sit. You looked over at Dracula, who had decided to read the safety pamphlet. You wondered if he’d get a fear of flying after the safety precautions. That would be pretty funny.

The pre-flight procedures took place and then you were taking off.

“Champagne, madam?” The flight attendant held out a glass. You gave Dracula a quick look of excitement.

“Yes please.” You took the glass. You were trying hard not to smile too brightly.

“And for the gentleman?” He held out another glass.

“No, thank you, I don’t drink... champagne.” You snorted at Dracula’s words and the flight attendant gave you a strange look.

“Very well.”

“Stop that.” Dracula turned to you, a smile on his own face. The flight attendant turned away.

His hand found yours and you sat back, enjoying the feeling of being in first class. The flight was only a couple hours long, and from the stretch from England to wherever Dracula had brought you, the sky turned into a dazzling blue, the sun came out and it had begun to get hot.

You were so very curious to find out where the vampire had brought you. Spain, maybe? Or perhaps Greece? It was definitley hot. Conveniently, Dracula covered your ears every time the captain spoke so that you truly had no idea where you were headed. The mystery was a little scary, but you trusted Dracula. When the plane touched down, Dracula helped you grab the things that you needed to take with you and laced his fingers with yours.

He gestured for you to walk in front of him and you complied easily. You wondered what lay beyond the door of the aircraft. What country were you in? The sun burst through the door as it opened and the second you stepped out, a blazing heat smacked you in the face. You squinted.

“Where are we, then?” You inquired, making your way down the steps.

“[First], my darling, benvenuto a bella Italia.”

“What?!” You turned, looking at him in surprise. You were in Italy?!

“Ci, la mia adorabile moglie,” his Italian was flawless.

“What does that mean?”

“Never you mind. Now keep going, we’re holding the plane up.”

~^*^~

It turned out that Dracula somehow had a licence to drive in Italy (you didn’t inquire on how he acquired said licence) and you were speeding down winding roads, past beautiful fields and the occasional white limestone building. During the drive, you had gotten bored and had turned the radio, belting out the lyrics to the songs that you knew.

“But it’s just the price I pay! Destiny is calling me! Open up my eager eyes~! I’m Mr. Brightside!”

Draucla was laughing at your singing, the drop top making your hair whip in the wind that came with the speed of the car. He didn’t know how you had memorised so many song lyrics over your short life, but you sure knew a lot. You were clearly in your own little world, so happy. He couldn’t help but smile. Here he was, driving towards what could only be described as a palace on the cliffs, with you - the most beautiful person inside and out that he had ever encountered in all of his years. Life had finally decided to treat him well.

The sun made your hair glisten, your eyes sparkle and your skin glow. You looked like a goddess.

To the left, cliffs were appearing and a turquoise sea of gentle rolling waves welcomed you to the beautiful country. Within the next 20 minutes, Dracula was pulling up outside of a beautiful home set into the cliffs and he couldn’t wait to get you inside.

“Is this where we’re staying?” You asked with a very unconcealed hint of surprise in your voice.

“Do you like it, my darling?”

“It’s... huge!”

“Yes, well, we wouldn’t want to be all cooped up, would we? Shall we go inside?”

The inside of the home was just as grand as it’s exterior. Bursting with light, every room was decorated so sophisticatedly. It had a very distinct feel to it, obviously meant to look rather antique and yet it was all still shiny and new. You peeked in every room, the kitchen surprising you with not one but two ovens (an gorgeous in—house oven and a more standard fan), and the bedroom has a gorgeous balcony that overlooked the sea.

“So, where are we?” You asked, turning into the bedroom to look at Dracula who was just placing your bags down.

“Italy.”

“No, I know that. I mean where in Italy?”

“We are just off of Montreosso al Mare.”

“Montreosso al Mare, huh?”

“Yes, darling,” he turned to you. The light caught his eyes and hair, “now what do you say about going to the beach?”

Your face lit up and you were fast to come back inside and begin opening bags.

“Wait,” you froze, “I don’t think I even have a bathing suit.”

Your unfortunate situation lead to having to drive to Levanto where there was a small boutique (you checked beforehand) that sold apparel. Dracula opted for sit in the car, but graciously handed you some money to indulge yourself. You spent quite a while inside, unable to decide on what you wanted. You were curious as to Dracula’s reaction upon seeing you in said bathing suit. He probably didn’t realise just how... revealing they could be.

Picking out one, a wicked smile made its way into your face. This would be fun.

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [30]

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~^*^~

Slowly, as if completely hesitant to, you opened your eyes. Renfield was centimetres away from you, looking left, down to the end of the alley where he stood. The look on his face was unmatched. He was standing with his hands in fists, head a little lowered with his eyes peering up. He looked animalistic.

“Dracula.” Renfied stated quietly.

“How many more times are we going to have to go through this? You can’t have her.”

Suddenly, Renfield’s hands were on your throat, cutting off your oxygen almost immediately. You gagged at the feeling, hating the way suffocation began to override your mind. At the movement, Dracula moved forward. He couldn’t afford to hurt you and he knew that Renfield wasn’t going to give you up without a fight. Your heart was pounding wildly and both vampires could hear it. It was making one hungrier than before, and the other angrier. You didn’t want to die like this. Your eyes darted to Dracula and he froze up at the look in your eyes.

“Dracula...” your voice was so small and weak, it matched how you looked forced up against the wall with his hands around your neck. Tears were streaming down your face. This needed to end.

“Hold on darling,” he whispered and pulled his phone from his pocket. Both you and Renfield watched in confusion, “I’ve got her.” He spoke into the phone, “I’ll meet you back in my apartment in about five minutes. This won’t take long.”

“What makes you think she’s going with you, Count Dracula?” Renfield called. Dracula lazily places his phone to the ground.

“Because there’s two vampires here, one wants to eat her and one doesn’t. [First], you aren’t ready to become someone’s supper quite yet, are you?” You shook your head as best you could given that his hands were wrapped around your neck, “see?” He gestured to you.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s ready.” Renfield narrowed his eyes, “she’s mine.”

“How amusing.” Dracula took another step closer, “you don’t truly believe that, do you?”

“It is the truth!” Renfield hissed.

“Alright,” Dracula began softly, “shall we conduct an experiment?”

“What kind of experiment...?”

“We put her between us, and see who she chooses.”

“I’m not a damn dog, Dracula!” You interjected.

“Let’s see, shall we?” Dracula ignored you.

“Okay.” Renfield stepped back, pulling you with him. He leaned forward, “you take one step towards him and he’ll watch my teeth take your head right off your body.” He warned quietly.

You gulped and nodded. He pushed you forwards and you stumbled a few steps. You were now between the two men, but noticeably closer to Renfield.

Your eyes locked with Dracula’s. God, you were so angry at him, but you wanted to run to him.

“Go on, call her.” Renfield challenged.

“[First], darling,” Dracula complied, stretching his arm out for you, “come to me.”

You turned your head, looking at Renfield. His eyes were daring you to disobey him; to find out what would happen if you moved towards Dracula. You couldn’t move. You were frozen in terror and then you were looking at Dracula, unable to make your way towards him. Your brain was screaming at you.

“[First],” he said, a little firmer, “come here.”

“...I... I can’t...” you whispered.

“Yes you can, sweetheart, come to me.”

He was growing impatient. Why wouldn’t you just move towards him, away from Renfield?

“I can’t,” you whispered again. You were trying to convey that if you moved, you would most certainly meet your doom. At last, the realisation dawned on his face.

“It’s okay, darling.” He softened the look in his eyes. He needed to get you out of here. Renfield was closing in on you again, “stay right there.” He warned, “don’t go any nearer to her.” Now, Dracula was moving forward.

Renfield’s hand wrapped around your wrist, and you whimpered at the contact.

“Drac-“ you cut yourself off, not knowing what to do now.

“You lawyers are all the same, aren’t you? Never listen. You all believe that you are right, that you are doing what’s just and honourable - the truth is that you are all just as corrupt as the rest of us, if not more. You make me sick. Now remove your hand before I do it for you.” You watched as Dracula rolled his sleeves up a little higher past his elbows.

Oh god.

This wasn’t going to end well.

“Please,” you whispered, mostly to Renfield, “let me go.”

“Only when your blood is drained.”

You knew that there was only one way out of this. Only you could break free - literally - from this situation. Renfield’s nails were digging in to you. Dracula was prowling forwards. You sent him a look, a look of utter desperation, your courage trying to push through. He could melt. You were seconds away from death, yet you were trying to be strong.

Mustering up your courage, you suddenly sprinted forwards, pulling yourself free for a moment. Only a moment. Because his nails tore through the flesh on your arm, breaking the skin, making blood suddenly gush out. Even Dracula almost lunged for you as the scent of your blood exploded into the air.

Renfield had you within an instant, pulling you into him, throwing you over his shoulder and rushing deeper into the alley. Your thrashed under his grip, but similarly to Dracula, his grip was deathly.

“Drac!” You screamed, stretching both your arms out for him.

Dear God, please please PLEASE let him get to you!

Dracula wasted not one second, racing after Renfield, who was pushing trash cans and other debris in his wake. However, the taller of the two was easily jumping them, gaining quickly. You continued to kick your legs, feeling your blood trickle down to your finger tips. Your arms ached as you reached for Dracula. His entire face was etched in panic and worry. You’d never seen such emotion on his face.

He wasn’t going to let this scumbag take you away from him.

“PUT HER DOWN!” Roared Dracula, pumping his limbs. You were sobbing and he was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t get you.

Renfield, in an attempt to get away with you, began scrambling up the wall. His sudden lack of grip caused you to begin to slip and you screamed out. You heard a strangled “no” from Dracula as Renfield pulled you higher up and you began to slip from his grasp. You were looking down at the ground as you were hauled up. You could feel yourself slowly beginning to dip down, body weighing over his shoulder. He stopped halfway up the building, looking down.

“Afraid of heights, Count Dracula?” He called, pulling you back over his shoulder and starting his ascent once more.

Dracula was looking up, then around. He began to scale the building opposite and you didn’t know what his plan was. He was a faster climber than Renfield (most likely due to his many years of practise) and was easily reaching the same altitude.

He was constantly looking up at you, worried you were going to fall. You were mortal. If Renfield let go of you now, you would plummet to your death. But, his plan kind of... teased that fate...

You were sobbing, panic making your heart thunder. It was hard to draw in a breath, and you tried to focus on Dracula who was doing his hardest to get to you.

Then he called for you.

“JUMP!”

It was the adrenaline - there was no other explanation. You did exactly as he said, using your legs to vault you off of the side of the building. Your stomach dropped with the sudden realisation that you were falling and building a lot of momentum. You heard Renfield scream out, and you were nearing Dracula. Then... you were still falling. He’d missed you.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Shit.

He jumped himself, manuvering his body mid-air into a diving position. You were screaming for him. Just a little closer... a little more...

His arms wrapped around you and he pulled himself into you. You were still falling for a few seconds after he initially got you, and then his hand quite literally forced its way through the wall and you were hanging. His other arm held onto you. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck as you sobbed into his chest.

“I’ve got you, darling.” He breathed, “I’ve got you.” He looked up at Renfield, who was looking down in shock, “I told you she’d come to me!” He called up. And then he dropped.

You landed and he was running. As he did, he scooped up his where he left it. You clung onto him, unwilling to move a muscle. Renfield would most definitle be back. Dracula hated the sound of your crying. He hated that he could smell your blood, so fresh, and it was then that he realised you were soaking his shirt with your blood. He made it a few blocks away from where he had found you. He pulled you into another dark space and set you down on the floor. He kneeled before you, taking your face in his hands.

“Darling?” His voice was so soft, a little hoarse as if he’d been crying.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your lips into a line. Tears were still streaming down your face. Your wrist was throbbing with pain. His thumbs gently wiped away your tears.

“Are you alright?”

Nodding your head, you tried to focus on breathing. Dracula removed just hands, taking your wounded wrist. You were bleeding.

“Listen, [First], I’ve got to... get rid of this.” He told you gently, “or Renfield will find you easily. Do you trust me?”

When you didn’t answer, he used his free hand to make you look at him.

“Give me express consent to clean you up. You need to trust me with this.”

“I-...” he had just risked everything to come and get you before Renfield could harm you. He had bitten you only once, and had never physically hurt you since, “I trust you.”

“Good girl.”

He bowed his head, inhaling the aroma of your blood. Nothing compared to the smell, and the taste... he had never forgotten it. The first lick against your skin and he was gone. His grip tightened just a little, and he had to create a mantra in his head to will himself not to hurt you. Your blood kindled on his tongue. Specs of your memories burst in his mind and with every, long, slow stripe of his tongue against the deep gash, he found himself sinking into the ecstasy that your blood gave him. It was sweet, it was goodness, just like you. No ounce of hatred, or of malice like most peoples. And maybe because it was yours, it tasted even better.

His groan wasn’t suppressed and when he looked up after licking you clean, he found your head rolled back, as if it wasn’t your arm he was licking. He chuckled.

Your body had gone limp with a sudden exhaustion. After the events of the day, you wanted to sleep. Dracula pulled you up into him, carrying you bridal style back to his apartment. Upon bringing you in, Jack was at Dracula’s side, placing a hand on your forehead to make sure you hadn’t suddenly got sick due to such an influx of stress.

In all honesty, Jack had prepared himself for Dracula to come back an announce your death. He didn’t know how the vampire had managed to grasp onto you, but he was so fucking thankful.

“I’m going to put her to bed.” Dracula spike, testing to see if Jack would prevent him from doing so.

“Yeah, she’s had a long day.”

No complaint. No defence. Nothing. Had it been under different circumstances, Dracula would have smirked in his triumph. But you had gone limp in his arms and he could feel your body burning up. He really hoped that Renfield hadn’t managed to somehow turn you with the deep gash - the Count didn’t feel like tearing another being up for a while.

You crumpled into a ball the moment Dracula placed you on the mattress. He didn’t stay with you long, opting to find Jack waiting for him in the living room. He took his phone once more and sat down next to the young male.

“What are you doing?” Jack inquired.

“I’m going to be taking [First] away for a while. I’ll bring her back for the holiday season.”

“You can’t just take her-“ Dracula looked how from his phone, the blue light illuminating the underside of his face, giving him a sinister glow.

“Would you prefer for Renfield to show up again and succeed in drinking her blood?”

“I... no.”

“Well then. Leave it to me, I’ll find somewhere nice for her. I’m not going to drag her to some deserted village in the middle of nowhere.”

~^*^~

Jack left after another half an hour. He told the vampire to keep an eye on you, as your body had a tendency to shut down in the aftermath of intense stress. It was nice to know this information, but how would the vampire know if it was simple shock of if you were turning? Jack didn’t have an answer to that. Dracula was glad for him to leave. He wanted to spend some time to recollect himself. It had been a whirlwind few months and tonight had pushed him over the edge.

His feet carried him back to the bedroom. You hadn’t moved an inch from where he had left you, and you didn’t stir at all when the bed dipped and Dracula lay beside you. There was a terrible heat radiating from your body. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you. Normally, your warmth would comfort him, but you were like a furnace. It was too much. But Dracul held you close. It had been too long since you’d been in his arms.

Burying his nose into the crook of your neck, he took in your beautiful scent. Soon, you’d be out of here, and maybe you could be safe for a while.

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [33]

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Well hello, long time no see! To say I’m sorry for disappearing would be the understatement of a time period spanning approximately our favourite vampire’s lifetime, so I hope you guys can forgive me for literally disappearing. Between uni, work and lots and lots of personal things, I ended up having to abandon all of my writing and other hobbies just to keep myself afloat. However, things are a LOT easier now, and I believe I owe you all a finished fanfiction! Unfortunately for Drac and Reader, there’s still unfinished business and what kind of author would I be if I didn’t tie all of the loose ends, right?

I missed all of you so very much, and it’s been difficult for the past three days or so while I’ve been rereading the fic, watching the show and writing this chapter to stay silent. But I am back!! For the time being, I’ll be focusing on writing so the inbox will be closed for now, but you can still send in asks if you wish! Dracula is currently in time out in my attic for misbehaving so he’s going to take a while to reply to any asks sent directly for him, so I’ll apologise now if he takes a week or two to respond.

okay, enough rambling, let’s get to probably the most boring comeback ever lol. I missed you all!

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The waves rolled, the wind picked up and rain pelted onto the streets. The sky was a pastel grey with a tinge of navy and the light of the sun was bleak and low. It wasn’t a very inviting afternoon. Some candles flickered aiding the light from the wall lamps. The TV was on a low volume, an Italian chef explaining how to cook squid. The monopoly board in front of you was busy. Little green houses and a few larger red ones scattered the board and the money was unevenly stacked, the taller of the two players with much more coloured papers than his smaller counterpart.

You were scowling at the vampire as you smacked down your little metal dog on the next property, seeing it to be Dracula’s. Two green houses. Triple the money you owed.

“87 please.” He grinned.

You counted up your money, throwing it at him. You were sorely losing.

“I don’t want to play anymore.” You mumbled. Dracula laughed at this. He adored the deep look of upset on your face. How you could take this so seriously, he didn’t know.

“It’s only a game, [First], you don’t need to get so het up.”

“Okay, you’re only saying that because you’re winning. Second, you cheated so yes I can.”

“I didn’t cheat!” He defended, sounding highly offended at such an accusation.

“Yes you did! You moved an extra space just so that you could buy Boardwalk!”

“I did no such thing.” He raised an eyebrow at you, examining the look on your face.

“Yes you did and you know it.”

“Darling, I suggest you think long and hard before you truly decide that you’re going to sit there and call me a liar.” He warned.

“I don’t need to think. You are a liar.” You huffed.

Your eyes locked with Dracula’s and you silently challenged him to do something. He had cheated. You knew it and so did he. His hand reached out, moving across the board and you were slowly beginning to anticipate what he was about to do. Just as his fingers hovered over the equator of the board, his phone rang out from the other side of the room.

He sighed, pushing himself up and mentally taking a snapshot of where each place was on the board. You watched him as he moved over to where his phone was.

“Hello?”

Your eyes looked over at the vampire, carefully examining every one of his movements. He wasn’t facing you anymore, so you took the opportunity to remove two green houses, obviously not from the same squares, and you pocketed a couple of his 100 notes. He wouldn’t miss them.

The conversation he seemed to be having with whoever had called him was growing a little... viscous. His voice was low and cold, like you had heard many times before.

“Is it not possible for you to figure it out?” Dracula snapped, clearly irked.

You chuckled quietly to yourself. Then, you pocketed a 500 of his.

His conversation carried on for a couple more minutes until he seemed to cool off and come to a resolution. When he finally hung up, he nonchalantly threw his phone back onto the sofa and swaggered back to the board, sitting opposite you once more.

“What was that about?” You inquired.

“Actually, it was urgent. Someone stole two of my houses and almost £1000 of my money.” He deadpanned and you gulped.

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Of course you are, thief. And you call me the cheater.” He sighed, “my money, please.” He extended his hand, eyeing you up.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Dracula gawked at you in disbelief, looking at the pale orange 500 monopoly note still in your hand. He shook his head, smiling softly.

“Well, darling, I do have some bad news for you...”

~^*^~

Your heart sunk as you pushed your body further into the leather chair. Dracula looked over at you. He felt awful, but, this was an emergency.

You sighed.

There was a heavenly glow coming from the early morning sun, highlighted more by the top of the clouds bounding the light back up into the plane. It was a little too light for your fatigued body, but you had learnt that Dracula liked the sun. He enjoyed the feeling of warmth on his skin, so you had just turned your head away from the window and shut your eyes.

The plane journey back to London was too fast. You missed Italy so dearly already. For just a moment, it had been your haven with Dracula. You had felt safe and loved. Now, though, you had to go back to dreary London because there had been a lead on Renfield. It would be impossible for Jack to handle the situation himself, so he had called Dracula to come home.

Not only had there been sightings of the rogue vampire lawyer, but there had also been an influx in murders since you had fled the country.

You hated this so much.

Coming back to Dracula’s apartment made you feel strange. Part of you felt like you had come home, and the other part was still grieving for Italy. Oh, how you longed to be in those crystalline waters... maybe with your hunk of a vampire boyfriend with you, too.

“Sweetness, are you alright?” Dracula’s voice stopped your train of thought abruptly.

“Hm? Oh, yeah... I’m alright.”

“You don’t need to lie to me.” Dracula frowned, pulling you closer under the sheets. You snuggled closer into his side. God, he loved the way your warmth radiated through him.

“I’m not.” You hummed, “I just miss Italy.”

Dracula scoffed. Of course you did. It was beautiful, he couldn’t deny it. He had been transparent with you about what was going on with Renfield, simply so that you would trust him once more. He wanted nothing but for you to trust him wholly.

~^*^~

The next few days went by quietly. You spent a lot of time wrapped up in bed, doing nothing but lying with Dracula, talking about whatever came to mind. He would often leave you alone to discuss progress with Jack, but you noticed that he often went upstairs, and requested for you to stay down. You wondered what was so important for you to stay downstairs. Why couldn’t you go up there?

In all honesty, Dracula was surprised you had been so compliant with him. He half expected you to defy him in one of your bratty outbursts, but you’d been well behaved when it came to the second floor of his humble abode.

As winter was slowly talking over the landscape with its cool breath, the windows were often coated in fog. Low clouds would settle around the peak of the building you resided in, making it impossible for you to see the city that lie below. You didn’t mind. In a strange way, it made the home feel more cozy and comfortable. You enjoyed wallowing around draped in a blanket (and Dracula wouldn’t admit it, but he found you very adorable when swimming in his huge blankets).

On the fifth morning of your return, Jack had paid a visit simply to sit with Dracula for a while and discuss what they were going to do about your stalker. If Renfield got a hold of you again, neither Jack nor Dracula knew if they would be able to stop him from harming you. He seemed to be obsessed with finding you, going as far as to search the country for every single person you’d ever had a connection with. He was determined - to say the very least.

All Dracula wanted to do was to find Renfield and end this, but it was proving much too difficult.

“He’s good at covering his tracks. He’s always two steps ahead of us, at least.” Jack grumbled.

“Well, the bodies that have been found, tell me about them.”

“They’ve all been found in London, which means he is here. I know it was risky bringing [First] back but... we need to find him.”

“Did you look into how to... destroy him?” Dracula’s voice lowered. He didn’t need you eavesdropping on this conversation.

“Yes, I did.”

“And...?” Dracula raised an eyebrow. This was like talking to a toddler.

“I think I could do it. It would be possible, but it’s probably best for you to do it. You know how to destroy them... and to create them now.”

“Barely.” Dracula mumbled.

“Huh?” Jack looked over at the vampire, who shook his head.

While the two men talked for the next hour, you found solace in the TV. You always enjoyed TV around the holiday season, it always seemed to have a feel-good movie playing, or just something not boring.

You didn’t mind being excluded, in fact, you were glad to have some time to yourself. Halfway through the movie you had found yourself watching, Dracula had joined you, letting you know that Jack had left. You chose not to ask about the whole situation. You didn’t feel like raising your anxiety.

As he sat beside you, the vampire pissed a soft kiss to your cheek. It made your heart flutter, and he smirked.

He loved being able to know just what he was doing to you. It gave him an edge. He could push you just as he wanted, and he would always know just how you were truly reacting, even if your words deceived him.

Some more time passed, and although Dracula hated to leave you, he was finding himself spending less and less time in the apartment. He was out with Jack, searching the city for any signs on where Renfield was hiding. He was becoming frustrated that there was nothing.

You, on the other hand, were becoming frustrated at being left alone so much.

Dracula jumped a little has he turned around, finding you standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, pouting deeply.

“You’re leaving?” Your voice was soft and sleepy.

“I have to, my darling. I’ll try not to take to long, alright?”

“Okay,” you hummed, “I’m going back to bed. I want you next to me when I wake up.”

“Your wish is my command.”

The only sound for a second was his footsteps as he closed the space between you. His large hand came to rest at the back of your head, and he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You sighed.

You went back to bed after you watched Dracula leave, and sleep found you easily. You weren’t sure on how early it was, but it must’ve been around 5am considering how quickly you fell back asleep.

When you did wake up, you were a little disheartened to not find Dracula next to you as he had promised.

“Drac?” You called out, leaving the warmth of the bedroom for the coolness of the main room.

The fire candles crackled, but you heard no response.

“My love?”

Again, you heard no voice return your call, but you did hear a strange noise coming from upstairs. It piqued your interest immediately.

“Drac, are you upstairs?” You called a little louder so that your voice would carry up to him.

When you still received no response, you eyes the stairs. Would it hurt to just go and see if he was up there? You supposed not, and began your ascent. You felt very... naughty... to be climbing up the stairs, but there was an occasional knocking noise coming from somewhere up there and you just wanted to see if he couldn’t hear you.

“Drac?”

You were at the top step, too afraid to step foot onto the landing. Would you get into trouble for coming up here? The thought left you when you heard another gentle thud.

There was one door immediately to your left, and to your right, a small circular table with two chairs. You heard another thud, and it was coming from behind the door.

“Darling, it’s me. Are you up here?” You called again, but you were still met with silence.

Was he inside that room?

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