@ghostheadcanons once said in her vampire hcs that papa I would be the chill vampire who doesnt go out and antagonize and I would like to bring to the table - lost tourist who gets caught in a downpour while hiking trying to find some ruins. Ends up at a real castle and hopes that the museum staff are still there... oh shit it's a person in a mask. Someone...? Actually lives here?? In a really unorthodox fashion you're brought to this sweeping library... and the person who owns all this.
And this old man who looks a little strange and acts a little strange says you can stay for the night. After all, it's dangerous out. You're fortunate to have made it here! He has his servants take you to a room to clean up and sleep.
But... its impossible to sleep. If it wasnt for the time difference back home, it was the weird as hell situation. Peeking through the shutters of the window revealed a terrible storm. You don't want to wander around and cause trouble but- its boring in this room, your phone has long since died, and when were you going to be in a castle like this again with somewhat free reign?
With jacket wrapped around you, you gently pad out your room and explore the halls. Surely your host and everyone is asleep. The castle is decorated with so many paintings and tapestries, all in splendid condition given how old they probably were. Originally you looked for ruins to see historical sights but this alone... one tapestry in particular draws you near. It's a portrait of a garden with golden moths. Vibrant colors bloom across the cloth with glitters of the golden thread. It practically stole your breathe away.
A voice creeps behind you, "I like that one, too."
Once you're finished jumping out of your skin, papa I apologizes with a smile. In the corner of his mouth you could see his the definition of his canines. How much longer and sharper they were than yours. He explained that he seen you walking and at first wanted to see if youd needed anything. But you were so entranced by the art he had collected that he didn't want to ruin your focus.
Turned out he was a night person too! You had actually caught him in his active hours. When you're as old as he is, he joked, you could keep whatever hours you liked. Something about him was so warm and friendly and... comforting. And when you talk about artwork and history, his eyes light up. He has all this knowledge that you would expect from a textbook or someone in the field for... way too long.
The night was practically enchanting and you almost didnt want it to end until you tripped, landing hands and knees first onto stone. It wasn't terrible, youd experienced worse, except your hand. It had hit something on the way down, various scrapes of blood pooling in the palm. You weren't squeamish but something inside you ran cold with the way he suddenly looked at your hand. Hungry.
He pulled you up by the arm, his thumb grazing across the wound. The blood he dragged disappeared on his tongue.
"You're hurting me..." was all you could manage.
His eyes clicked to yours and it was like a spell was broken.
He pushed himself away, "I'm- I apologize. That was... Please, go back to your room. Leave in the morning when the storm clears."
Something about him was so sad. So hurt. It made you want to reach out, but fear overwhelmed you. You ran back to your room and blocked the door. You were gone soon after sunrise. No one showed you out.
In a vampires sleep, he kissed your hand and tasted you. You craned your neck to allow his lips and his bite. His hands were allowed to roam your body and he could hear your cries and moans against him. Oh, in his dreams how you wanted him.
But when he awoke you were gone.
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