It was night and you all just got back from school. You were in your bedroom, slowly taking off your uniform. While getting the clothing off, you had a feeling...someone was watching you. You tried not to let it bother you as you felt the jacket fall down you arms and onto the bed. You began taking off the bow on your shirt when the feeling you had before was stronger. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You took off your bow and it just kept getting stronger. You knew this wasn't just a feeling. "I know you're there! Come out!" You yelled, tu
You crept to the couch where the young man was reading a novel and started to poke him.
"VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD." you said, punctuating his name with a poke for each time you said it. The Romanian sighed and put his bookmark in his book.
"What is it, (y/n)?" he said exasperatingly. You smiled sweetly and jumped onto the couch next to him.
"Well, you know how you're a vampire?"
"(y/n), how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a vampire?"
You poked his mouth and pointed the corners of his mouth to reveal a sharp canine. He smacked your hand away. "Hey!" you protested. "I'm not a vampire." he said bluntly.
You rolled your eyes and sang, "Denial~" Vlad sighed. He didn't know how he survived his whole life with you being his best friend. But the two of you were like two peas in a pod and extremely close.
Not that he didn't know you had a huge crush on him since the fifth grade.
"Anyways, I want to lea
Everyone was talking witchcraft in the village. The Widow Ashe had been missing for almost a week now and though hunting parties were sent out many times to search for her nothing was ever found. The minister of your small village preached long, arduous sermons about the sins of the fathers and demons of hell coming in the rapture to collect the souls of the dammed. Of course your parents were convinced it was all because of your idle nature and lashed out at you so frequently that for a time you were afraid to even sleep for fear of being idle.
Then the children of the town began to complain that a tall man with eyes red as the Devil’s watched them from outside their windows as they lay to sleep. Though many tried to remedy this with blessings and heavy curtains, it did nothing to deter their nighttime visitor.
“Why must you sin so often?” your father would bell